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So. Bat out of Hell 2: Back into Therapy with me. It's really for the best, as the ADD's pretty out of hand at this point, not to mention have I mentioned the trouble distinguishing ass from elbow I've been having lately? So I have an appointment with a new therapist next wednesday @ 6:30, I guess my job until then is to sit tight and make it until then. Cause I tell ya... I've been at redzone for spoons the past few weeks, and I'm starting to get woken up in the morning by people screaming at me who aren't there. Not fun.

In happier news, I reiterate. LOST. BUH. GIFUH. FLAIL. Much unintelligible strangled noises of WTF punctuated by drooling.

Also finally FINALLY managed to retwist and gel down the dreads like I'd been meaning to do for a month. Hey, no excuse for not getting it done seeing as I was parked in front of a TV for two hours. I'm not sure I like how the gel feels on them, but I'll cautionsly give it the benefit of the doubt for now, and I do look a bit more kempt than I did.

LoudTwitter is losing the last few tweets in the evening. I've posted to it both yesterday and today after 8ish, and the tweets didn't come through in that day's LJ post. Weird.

Bed now? or something else?

Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet the sunshine, leeeeeeeeeeeeet the sunshine, in the suuuuuuuuuunshine iiiiiiiiin

My first thought upon waking today (well, after "gods, who the fuck is messaging me right the hell now?" - Answer: booboo_berr) was something like "Wow, what a gorgeous day out there."

The thoughts immediately following were:

a) how can I screw it up?

b) telling work that I am taking the day off and they should too, since there are Vitamin D deprived people in London and Seattle that don't get nice weather. Not gonna, but the thought did wander through my mind looking for something to connect with.

Things I think about.

It occurs to me that Spider Jerusalem's column on the Beast's election must have been the fastest column he'd ever written, using advances in copy and paste technology. Of course, he might have been so royally pissed off that he might very well have sat there and typed out the word "FUCK" 500 times. You could do that fairly easily if you use a qwerty keyboard and touch type fairly well. (Yes, I tried.) Each of the letters alternate between hands so you could establish a fairly good rhythm after a bit (course the space bar kinda throws it off for me). And then you have to wonder. Did he use caps lock? Or is he, as I believe he is, just hardcore enough that he would hold down the shift key the whole time? And which shift key would he hold down?

...Esquimaux.

Writer's Block: Improvised Parenting!!?!

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What a bizarre question. But yeah, considering my current hormonal bent, after going through the proper channels to figure out why this kid was as it were, left on my doorstep, and making sure the usual dark wizards, envious kings, vengeful goddesses, russian mafia kingpins and and dire prophecies weren't in play (I've read enough fantasy novels and watched enough Law and Order to take those precautions) I'd probably find some way of keeping him/her.

And the sad thing is that I looked at my answer and I know someone out there answered with "raise it for steak."

ETA: As for name... I have no idea, but I promise it won't sound like Klingon for "Wax my forehead, supple wench."

ETA2: I was close. about five answers below mine was "Mmm... stew."

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...and now I have various snippets of REO Speedwagon songs wedged into my head. Thank you SO much nounsandverbs and purpura. It's especially bad because my very first experience with REO Speedwagon was "in your letter" by way of the Jane Fonda Workout album my sister used to worship as her personal fitness god when I was a kid, so I can't ever hear it without hearing "AND CIRCLE 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 and BACK 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 PALMS UP 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 AND SCISSOR! SCISSOR SCISSOR SCISSOR now STREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH FEEL THE BURN." Seriously, double your trauma double your fun.

Tonight's other internet cooties:

from stormcloud:

from athene:
Jorge Garcia's blog (LJ Feed: an LJ feed). AKA Hurley from LOST. Funny stuff.



What in Satan's red and spicy Hades is up with the cranes falling off high rises in NYC? CUT THAT OUT THIS INSTANT.


I leave you with the fact that Prince finds you funny looking and squicky.

Tweets for Today

• 00:20 Farewell Count De Money. (DE MONET!) You will be missed. #
• 07:26 oh look, another gorgeous day.... #
• 14:30 realizing how profoundly screwed up my head is. #

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layouts (I'm awake, in case you haven't noticed)

I'm sorta dedicating this weekend to working on my personal web sites. This includes my LJ layouts, as I've had basically the same ones for the past few years and I'm tired of looking at them. Working on a new design, but in the meantime, as a spur, I've switched to one of the out of the box layouts LJ seems to keep having people develop instead of working on that damn journal search feature I've wanted them to put in for years. So, being me, I put it in the Cityscape NYC layout.

I hate it. The art is fine, and all but I want to jump onto the designers blog and flood her mailbox with ZOMG THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE IS SOUTH OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING! FIX IT! FIX IT NAU!

This shouldn't be surprising seeing as I'm the same person who bitches about the fact that the Empire State Building is on a corner, not at the end of a street every time the shot of it blowing up happens in Independance Day. Research, people! Tony Starks built this in a cave! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS.

I mean seriously. They got it right for GTA4, the least you could have done was put the damn bridge on the left instead of the right. Grumble.

I think I'm going to take a walk in a bit. I feel a craving for Pepsi and little snacky cakes, and it seems as good of a reason as any to slip out of the house and enjoy the night for a while.

WARKITTENS!?

On a completely other random note... Some days I catch myself daydreaming about... stuff. Really horrible wicked stuff. And then I have to be rather thankful that I'm not an evil overlord because if I was, we'd all be in trouble.