secrets secreted
Nov 17, 2006 @ 13:38
So... the rumors of my death may have been exaggerated. The can't-stand-up-without-dying virus that turned into a Going Out of Business Sale last week has passed, but in my weakened state some sort of lovely bacteria took up home in my right sinus, which is draining into my lungs giving me bronchitis... and to quote the doctor, "trying to turn into a pneumonia." (Wow, I spelt that right on my first try!) Oh, and actually the zithromyacin they gave me for it just about killed me. No more drugs that start with Z for me. I'm hoping that Z-sounds aren't off limits though... Xanax sounds kind of fun.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there. So, last night I took some Nyquil. I just want to say for the record that Nyquil is fucking amazing. It goes down like a gooseberry bush, but then settles in like a warm sleepy-time blanket. And that's just the start of the fun, as recorded in these statements from my Facebook messages:
Don't you remember that? Or your giggling fit about turning your alarm on?
I wasn't giggling about turning my alarm on... my mobile phone told me a really funny joke. OKAY?!
no, that's before the burial
Nov 15, 2006 @ 11:45
Nunwhore Commando 666 maybe be the best band name ever, but judge that for yourself.
Notable real bands not appearing at the fest (because they're too big in death metal circles for an event like this): Anal Cunt and Agoraphobic Nosebleed.
ding, dong, the witch is dead
Nov 13, 2006 @ 12:54
Which old witch?
The Wicked Witch!
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As Coroner I must aver,
I thoroughly examined her.
bring out your dead
Nov 13, 2006 @ 10:35
Something is missing from this drawing.
So, I apparently gave whatever I have to the singer from The Decemberists since he bailed off stage for like 5 minutes to chork or whatever, and they definitely played an abbreviated set. It was still a pretty good show.
the scariest day of the year
Nov 7, 2006 @ 18:01
I voted. I hope you voted. It's not too late for you to vote in many states. I was voter number 1,549. I voted last year at the same time of day in a city election at the same precinct, and I was only voter number 500-something. So that's good I guess. It wasn't busy at all, though. And I was registered so they just asked me my name and then asked me to say my address.
Hold onto your asses. [fingers crossed]
but it was face up!
Nov 5, 2006 @ 20:59
I'm never putting pants on ever again. The fucking store was sold out of corn chips.
behold the power of lazy
Nov 5, 2006 @ 20:46
I want nachos, but I don't want to have to put on pants so I can go to the store across the street and buy the necessary corn chips.
I am a professional at this.
do you see what I see?
Nov 4, 2006 @ 13:06
On a pleasant cool and sunny Sunday afternoon a couple weeks ago (Dear sun-who-is-never-out-anymore that I hate, I think you know where this letter is going...) I took my bike out for a ride down by the river. This group of 35-40 year old grown men was standing around a tree taking photos and giggling like school girls. This tree stands right at the east bank end of the Stone Arch Bridge. I don't know what was so funny, but I thought I'd share this camera photo pic I snapped for your review.
scary boo or bad boo?
Oct 24, 2006 @ 19:23
With old Samhain right around the corner, I thought I'd give you all some tips:
1. For large groups of trick-or-treaters, always set at least one child ablaze, ensuring enough light that other children won’t trip over uneven pavement.
2. Only separate shards of X-Acto blades from rodent poison once you get home; doing so in the dark will lead to inevitable mixups and tummyaches for youngsters with allergies.
3. If a close-fitting mask causes your child to fall down a well, use fishing line and a paper clip to retrieve her goodie bag. Nobody likes wet candy.
4. If your children speak to you in Latin--or any other language that they should not know--burn them immediately. It will save you a lot of grief in the long run. This also applies to children who speak with somebody else's voice.
5. If your car runs out of gas at night on a lonely road, do not go to the nearby deserted house to phone for help. If you think that it is strange you ran out of gas because you thought you had most of a tank, shoot yourself instead. You are going to die anyway, and most likely be eaten.
6. If you're searching for something that caused a loud noise and find out that it's just the cat, GET OUT!
Read more tips here or here.