SNOT EATER

Update live from work ( Read more... )

So I don't want to splice together my Shakespeare papers to make a final one, but my procrastination was fruitful this time ( Read more... )

I'm doing some last-minute research about downtown revitalization projects for this crap gen-ed course, and I found this comment posted to the Times Dispatch discussion on downtown ( Read more... )

By his contrarie is every thyng declared ( Read more... )

The day before yesterday, in a moment of half-huff half-self-chiding and 0% concern for general cleanliness, I partially dismantled the broken coat rack, stuck the splintered feet in the bags of kitty litter and kitten chow, and lumbered with my lumber down the stairs to the bricky trash chamber outside my building. I hoisted the two bags (way too ( Read more... )

"We'll be thinkin' 'boutcha when we're...watchin' the bobbies or...whatever you do there. I don't know, I've never been there ( Read more... )

The Middle English word 'wlatsom' means disgusting and nauseating. That's so much more appropriate than either of its definitions ( Read more... )

I was thinking about writing something about silly receptionists, but that got superceded by something much funnier.

I heard the first four bars (drumbeat, 3 measures of 7/8, one of 4/4) of a song and recognized it immediately as "March of the Pigs" by Nine Inch Nails.

I am my brother's sister.

I just performed the greatest kitty mindfuck to date. The door to my bedroom has a full-length mirror, and it was halfway open, angled so I could see Kitty B down in pounce stance. I bent over a bit and waggled (portmanteau) my fingers, enticing (!) her to hunt them. She did, and she hunted them right to the mirror, where she ran into glass and ( Read more... )