Well, I'm off to Baton Rouge for Urban Search and Rescue training for a couple days. With a cold. Fantastique ( Read more... )

I think I'm adding a new feature to my LiveJournal. Every month or so (translation: whenever the fuck I feel like it) I will talk about a kung-fu movie. The masses must be educated!

Actually, I think any movie with choreographed fight scenes is fair game. Because they make me happy.

And well, hell, let's do one right now.

Master of the Flying ( Read more... )

The play by play for cleaning yesterday ( Read more... )

Awesome alliteration, all amateurs acquiesce! Ahem...anyways ( Read more... )

I am not lazy. I am an effort minimalist.

I am not pathetic. I am a tragic hero.

I am not wasting my life. I am learning.

I am not an underpaid technician. I am a graduate research assistant.

And then I had to go and ruin it by going outside.

Pulled a back muscle climbing. Nearly passed out running because it's so fucking humid. And then pulled my damn hamstring, literally during the last steps of the run. What the fuck?!

Jesus. And what's a cripple got to do to get a fucking burger around this joint?

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Oh, and thank you all who gave me Happy Birthday wishes!

And those who forgot, I understand, I know you love me anyways.

And those who purposefully didn't, well, hey! Eat a dick!

Or, just continue as it has been for awhile. That works, too. It takes time to get most my crap into little Mustang sized chunks. And then clean this place up, especially when I'm hampered by a lack of trash bags. Oh, and motivation. But now that Matt and Ariana (and all their stuff) are gone for California, there's room to maneuver again. So ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday to me.