May 21, 2008 at 1:31 pm
(random)
I dreamt that I was pouring Arabic coffee into the gorgeous little Persian carpet coffee cups I keep stashed above my refrigerator. The first cup bled tea out the bottom, though I could have sworn I poured in the richly dark cardamom-infused stuff of life, not the glowing honey mint-infused stuff of life. The cup wasn’t cracked, it simply lacked proper glazing across the bottom, which the set in real life does not, as it’s entirely glazed porcelain. I remember making pouty-face (hey, it was a dream, I can pout in dreams) and pouring into the next cup, which held as it should. But I was denied the taste - I woke up just as I was raising the cup to my lips, breathing in the dark spice but not yet burnt.
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March 9, 2008 at 9:46 am
(random)
This week’s Unconscious Muttering:
1. Homicide :: Division
2. Divisive :: Racial Bias
3. Flash :: Point
4. Steaming ::Asphalt
5. Crunch :: Broken glass
6. Look out! :: Duck
7. Anticipating :: Pain
8. Slim :: Shank
9. Navel :: Gazing
10. Help :: Wanted
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December 16, 2005 at 10:29 am
(fun, random)
My last final is tonight. Go me.
Merry Happy Tentacular Chrismahanzaqwanakah to all three of you dear readers. Now go sing carols with Cthulu, you crazy kids!
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December 12, 2005 at 10:59 am
(random)
News you can use. Uh huh. HappyNews.com is… interesting. I like the premise, I could do without the lemon-custard color scheme. Ah well. Nice to know that somebody besides Winds of Change is attempting to get the good stuff out there.
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July 26, 2004 at 9:43 am
(gah, random)
You decide. Either choice is upsetting. I’m gonna go hide under my bed now.
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March 16, 2004 at 3:59 pm
(fun, meme, random)
Blather blather blather… wait, I found something under this webpage…
According to Spacefem, I am Happily Evil. This is not an earth-shattering revelation - I’m quite comfortable with gleefully induced carnage, seek it out, actually. Ah well, cute graphic.

Another page turned and I’m
muttering to myself:
- Old Navy:: Fleece
- Out:: Of the closet
- Indecent:: Exposure
- UPN:: Star Trek
- Pupil:: Dilated
- Toothpaste:: Dried
- 1999:: Prince
- Passion:: Christ
- Social security:: Name change
- Cliff:: Claven
My subconscious is such the product of media advertising. Oh look, there’s Lassie!
Last but not least, here’s my well-rounded workout plan for St. Patty’s Day:
Cardio: walking from one bar to another - at least 50 minutes figuring 10 minutes travel time between bars, so just aim to hit at least 6 bars over the course of the evening
Weight Training: pints are heavy so drink lots - at least 2 pints per bar, figure about 10 swallows per pint, alternate hands
Isometrics: push yourself away from the bar to move onto the next bar - this is the toughest one, but works core back and stomach muscles, kinda like Pilates but with better hydration. Note: give yourself plenty of time to complete this one at each bar - you may have to do a few practice reps before actually walking away from that cute bartender.
Personal trainers, take note. You may use my workout plan for your clients, but know that I expect a kickback or gratuity of some sort whenever a client gets snockered (the full licensing fee is due and payable immediately upon any client becoming falling-down drunk, because then they’ll need your services even more in conjunction with their physical therapist to heal whatever they hurt when they fell down, so you’ll be making more money and so should I so there).
You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming. Carry on.
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March 8, 2004 at 7:08 am
(random)
My undying gratitude to DaGoddess for this little bit o’typographic synesthesia. Love ya, babe.
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October 9, 2003 at 4:07 pm
(fun, random)
Have I ever mentioned that I have this thing about jack o’lanterns? I like ‘em. Not sure why, but props to Feces Flinging Monkey for lighting my way to Extreme Pumpkins. Gotta get me some of that… I think it’s that whole (vegetation) + {fire} - [legal consequences thing]. Is it bad that I like to paint certain folks’ faces on them right before I smash the little orange bastards into a mess of sparks and lumpy goo? Maybe I have anger issues.
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October 8, 2003 at 9:47 am
(random)
Still not sure how I feel about knowing what my governor’s penis looks like. I’ll get back to you dear readers three when I figure it out.
Then again, I may have to wait until I recover from that moment of cross-eyed perplexity earlier this morning where I realized that I forgot to zip up my pants, button half my shirt, and couldn’t figure out if I’d used deodorant before leaving the house.
Maybe I should sleep more.
Maybe I’ll dream of cabbage roses and long-buried kings…
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August 29, 2003 at 5:56 am
(random)
It’s John Locke’s birthday today. I’d say go wish him a good one, but that would be silly, so how’s about you go read the Declaration of Independence instead?
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