Wet out there...

The Friday Five folks are slacking off this morning. Grrr. Give us this day our weekly memesheepage, damn it!

Oh fine. Since they don't have their act together I'll do one from the archive...

( Ghost of Friday Five past )

So there.

I woke up feeling a little less like I was drawn, quartered then made into Julianne fries, which is, I suppose progress. Now I'm more at the ow, kicked in the pancreas by extremely pissed-off horse stage. Or maybe just a really hard smack from a passing train? :) Anyway. I seem to be mostly on the mend.

Finished catching up with Buffy and Angel yesterday - the episodes made for a good timing device against the dryer load time. Fold a load, watch an episode, check the dryer, either bring up the next load and/or put it in for another hour, repeat ad nauseum. Still don't know how they managed to do 32 episodes in one weekend, yikes. But I'm caught up now, no I didn't watch ahead, and the strange problem with one disk in the Buffy set that seems to keep plaguing inle_rah seems to have fixed itself? go figure... anyway. Loved "Hush," in fact I liked it so much I watched it again with the director commentary on and was vastly amused by Joss Whedon's snide little remarks. :) That's the problem with TV really, no one will believe that people will sit through an entire longass sequence of no dialogue. I mean, Samurai Jack did it too, in their very first episode, no less. Actually, a lot of Samurai Jack is pretty dialogue-less, considering Jack's a lone swordsman and doesn't have a tendancy to either socialize or talk to himself. Need to start watching those again.

On the agenda for today... going to the gym and punishing some muscle groups, as it's still too wet out there for an extended bike ride. Intend to do 20 milesish at some point this weekend if the weather clears up, if not, there are the stationaries and cable at Olin. I'll just have to go when I know there's something good on, either that or make sure my nomad's charged. Ah well, now that ice season is over I've got no excuse to not get out there and do something with my body at least once a day. I have a feeling I'll be taking off a lot on Bellnoire... Later on, the Casita plus darkling_dreams are going to watch handwringing and fagtastica, as we'll be watching the last three eps of Queer Assed Fucks, season 1. And as for this weekend... shitloads of work I've blown off all week. *sigh*

gotta go face me demons now. *girds loins*

Rampant gender stereotyping... and yet amusing...

yoinked from emily_1126's email...

Orgasmica online

Somehow this page title just reminds me of some overhyped multiuser RPG, but never mind. tee hee.

I've seen things, I've seen them with my EYES I've seen things, they're often in disguise...

Like handbags carrots cheese toilets russians planets hamsters weddings poets stalin KUALA LUMPUR pygmies budgies KUALA LUMPUR *smack* ok stopping now.

Finally managed to get on my bike and get the hell out today, as it seemed that the dark foreboding clouds were simply making idle threats as to rain and today was only going to be dreary and depressing, not rainy. So I suited up, put my coat on and took off for the trail, with a brief stop at Pleasant Street Video to pick up the gayboys of the night.

Oh. My. God. They weren't kidding about the fucking flood warnings this morning. The Connecticut river is insanely high. I was going over the railroad bridge and happened to look down and I was like holy crap, water. Like, less than ten feet below me. And it was that ugly swollen brown color flooded rivers always are, with some rather violent currents. The island the railroad bridge always crosses is completely under water, so there are all of these disembodied trees poking up through the water where it's suppposed to be. It was freakishly fascinating, and strangely beautiful.

Not too much else remarkable about the ride, except for the end of it. The usual techno pounding in my ears (running the playlist on Shuffle mode really does drain the batteries faster, go figure), I sailed down at least six miles of trail, past the Hampshire Mall, where I always stop or turn around, to the bit where the new Umass bikeway connects up to the Norwottuck trail, which is precisely where I needed to get off the trail, as I was heading to Sallys. Was fairly annoyed by the sudden upward grade past the mall, but now I know it's there, and it makes for a nice quick downhill on the way back, though not nearly as fun as the bit of the UMass bikeway from the trail to Rt. 9, which is just a sharp fast downhill coast all the way to the stoplight.

Ah Sally's, emporium of black girl hair stuff! *drool* I've been hankering for a comb attachment hair dryer for a little while, as I think I'm done with the yarn for a bit and I can't seem to do the straighten with curling iron thing without a) burning myself  b) missing the very roots of my hair and/or c) making myself late somewhere. My hair's also doing the annoying brittle thing and is breaking right and left, so if I keep ripping it out with yarn... yeah. So taking a little hiatus from that. Anyway, also picked up shampoo and conditioner (dirt cheap and boy does my hair love it...) and a hugeass tub of cholesterol deep conditioner, which is currently soaking into the insane riot of curls atop my freshly scrubbed with blackgirl products head. I swear, if it could, my hair would be making the happy snap crackle pop noise with joy right now.

Queerboys tonight, but first must eat and rinse conditioner out of my hair.

( oh, and do some memesheepage. Nothing lost for lack of the Friday Five, it seems. :)  )

thought before yet another day slips into nonexistence...

What the hell...

1. do I want from
   1. this world?
   2. this life?
   3. myself?
2. am I
   1. doing here?
   2. fighting all the time for?
   3. so afraid of anyway?
3. would I
   1. be willing to give up for something I believed in?
   2. do for another human being?
4. is wrong with me... and how do I fix it?

There's a long hard road ahead of me, and I'm scared to walk it. But I guess I've gotta start somewhere. I'm tired of fighting shit, tired of learning the hard way from everything. I have been for a while. And I'm at the point where I either do something about it or let the inertia implode me like a cheap soda can.