July 30, 2002 at 11:32 am
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Is it wrong of me to hope that this is true? That just once his haloed goodness got a little backdoor love? Okay, so violent and traumatic backdoor love, but still…
*sigh*
This is so wrong. Look at me. I’m so bitter and pissy today that I’m not even thinking before I spew - I fundamentally disagree with 99% of what I just said up above. Oh well. Come back tomorrow.
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July 30, 2002 at 11:24 am
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Thanks to Skits for the heads-up on what we can do to combat the combat of non-combatants - Operation TIPS-TIPS.
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July 30, 2002 at 9:16 am
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Man Shot Dead over Heaven and Hell Argument - know what? They’re both right. I really, really hope none of the parties involved have managed to achieve reproductive success and pass along those drink-till-you’re-stupid-and-nobly-eat-a-shotgun-to-save-your-drinking-buddy-from-himself genes. Aah, the glory of the grand gesture. Think I’ll pass on that one.
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July 25, 2002 at 11:27 am
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Ahh… Death By Chocolate. Probably not as fun as speaking metaphorically of same. Poor guy - wonder if he’d be classified as a soft-center or a chew?
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July 24, 2002 at 1:18 pm
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I think I may have some competition in the “Stupid Ways to Hurt Yourself” category, but hey, at least I never blame anybody else for my injuries, nor apparently should I: court denies damages for velcro victim.
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July 19, 2002 at 1:39 pm
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Should I ever get over my fleeting obsession with SpongeBobSquarePants, I’ve found a more than adequate substitute here at the Sea Monkey Worship Page. At last, my life has meaning.
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July 19, 2002 at 9:38 am
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I’m actually doing the writerly thing and finally reading some of Joseph Campbell’s stuff. I’m developing a mythology for the book (working title: Falling Off the Edge - yeah, Doe, I know it’s not all that and a chilled shot of Stoli, but what the hell, so I temporarily suck at titles) and there’s some archetypical references I want to take advantage of. Woot! I’m actually managing to write without getting caught up in doing years of research first - a few different writers have made the point to me that correcting stuff is what the second draft is for, but you gotta have a first draft to scribble on to even get to that point. So yay for me… let’s see how far I get, muttered the slavering black thing that calls itself my internal editor.
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July 19, 2002 at 9:32 am
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Here’s a shout out to ShadowShow to get their collective arse in gear and post new content - I like their stuff. Not that I’m nagging or anything.
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July 19, 2002 at 9:31 am
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Ooh, pretty. I just updated my word count in the top-left corner. Yay. Hey! Do those numbers look made-up to you? Nuh-uh… are not!
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July 15, 2002 at 12:56 pm
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I’ve been reading a lot of Tim Powers lately (with a liberal dose of Neil Gaiman thrown in for good measure), which may account for the odd sensation I’m having to day of living in his world. Or not. To whit - this morning I read the news blurb about the South American couple who worship down at thier local church for as long as it takes the Virgin Mary to recharge their cell phone. A nice bit of surreal religiosity, I admit, but not in and of itself enough to make me think I’m living in Powers‘ world. Then, as I run my hubby’s dusty black truck through the automatic carwash on my lunch break, I look over at the transom-thingy that spews all the water and soap and air and there’s a slim black sticker that reads “Resist Despair - therapy for a country gone psycho” by www.unamerican.org or .com or something that I can’t get to through the Mary Poppins proxy server here at work. A good message, and timely to boot. Aw shucks. Anyone for a game of five-card stud with a tarot deck, Pages wild? Or not. Wait, these things always come in threes… hmm. Oh hell, I know what the third thing is - the surreality started yesterday, when I got the Explorer. Me and the hubby are DINKS living in the ‘burbs who now own an SUV. Um shit. Hold on there - he’s still dot-commed, so we’re SINKS for the time being… *whew*
Wonder what the third thing’s gonna be?
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