Life turned out okay ( Read more... )

When I compare what my life is like today with what my life was like exactly a year ago, it's a wonder I haven't fucking killed myself ( Read more... )

I think I last updated this thing in October. Sad state of affairs, considering it used to be a daily thing. Such is life on the internet.

Twitter takes care of most of my miniature ranting these days. If I can't bitch about something in 140 characters or less, it ends up on tumblr instead. And, of course, for the past couple years I've actually ( Read more... )

Wow, LJ. Way to unfriend someone last week like I asked you to. Piece of crap.

Hey, I'm all the way up to mid-2007 on my "Year By Year" retrospective playlist. Tempis fugit like a motherfuckerus.

You know what was cool about mid-2007? Fucking everything. I finally graduated from college, finally got myself a real job, got out of Target, found reasons to exist aside from careening from bottle to bottle. The next year or ( Read more... )

Back in 2006, I made this really long iTunes playlist I called "Year By Year" that's basically a musical chronology of my life from ≈1991 onward. I started with 1991 because that's when I started listening to my own music rather than whatever Lynyrd Skynyrd / Foghat / Whitesnake / Alabama / Bryan Adams / Richard Marx monstrosity was gurgling from ( Read more... )

The original Star Trek series was certainly groundbreaking for its time, but was it good science fiction? Maybe not. Consider this: during the three-year run of the series, the crew of the Enterprise came across many civilisations and phenomena that would have caused fundamental upheavals in human sociology - but almost all of these are one-shots ( Read more... )

Once again, America is up in arms over boobs. At least this time it's not a split-second halftime exposure of some sagging 40-year-old singer's ta-tas, but the bodacious bosoms of Madame Perry ( Read more... )

Once or twice a year over the past fifteen years, I've had this dream where it turns out I was a few credits short for high school graduation, and my diploma's been withdrawn. I have to return to high school for one semester in order to earn enough credits to graduate ( Read more... )

You: hot Kiwi chick with ginger hair and bewbs the size of my head.

Me: feeling guilty for the things I'd like to do to you because A) I'm married, 2) you're over 12 years younger than me.

Whoopsie.