Movin' On Up

Remember this? Well, I finally finished.  I'm blowin' this here popsicle stand, and I've set up shop over here.  Change your bookmarks & feed readers, minions, because I have BIG PLANS to actually update over there on a semi regular basis!

Join the Impact: Protest Prop 8

California's Prop 8 is a medieval, unconstitutional parade of hate and suck which accomplishes nothing other than spitting in the face of equality, progress, and human decency.  There are plenty of states with equally medieval, unconstitutional, hateful, sucky laws against same-sex marriage, but California and its Prop 8 are worse because it's the first time a state has rescinded previously-granted gay marriage rights.  Prop 8 blows, and everyone who voted for it is a jackass with no compassion for the fundamental rights of their fellow man (or woman).

Tomorrow (Sat, 15 Nov) there will be a nationwide protest against Prop 8, and people in every single state will be holding simultaneous rallies.  Go to Join the Impact to find the rally in your state, and get your ass down there and protest the hell out of this shit.

Special Holiday Only For ME!

Today is totally my birthday!  Happy birthday to me!  I have BIG plans to do jack shit all day.  Well, maybe some laundry, but mostly I'm gonna sit around and watch crappy movies and eat a bunch of popcorn and lemon chiffon cake until I throw up.  Also, liquor might happen.  It's gonna be awesome as hell.

So... this video is completely random and at least half the pictures in it make no sense (wtf does Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince have to do with birthdays?) but whatever, it has that song by The Vandals and it was the best one that came up in my extra-diligent 20 second YouTube search.  Watch it!

Fuck you, it's not your birthday, so do what I say!  Okay?

The space within becomes the reality of the building.

 Even though I hardly ever update, I'll be making some serious changes to this here backwater dump in the near future.  I actually might be moving to a different backwater entirely.  I've been messing around with a template for awhile, but it's taking forever because I'm doing it in between all the other, more important, stuff that I'm doing for several other sites.  I'm not exactly sure when it will be ready.  Maybe by November?  Even that might be overly ambitious.  I don't have a whole lot of free time lately, to put it mildly.  Whatever, the point is: GET EXCITED.  Okay, so it's not really that exciting, but it will definitely be a huge improvement over this incredible blandness I've got going on now.

L'Shanah Tovah!

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.

 

So... I'm still in the trenches, but I haven't surrendered yet.  The hell if I'm gonna let this book beat me, no matter HOW bad it is.  Because I am a good and generous person, my gift to you today is a little teaser of the real-time review.  This is a tiny portion of the hot mess I'm currently cooking:

Wednesday, 24 Sept  11:36am
It’s been 18 hours.  I have been powerfully drunk and hungover twice, and I’ve had four Full Throttles.  I took Tylenol PM and essentially passed out for a bit.  My chest hurt a little when I woke up, because that was a helluva lotta energy drink and I’m probably lucky I didn’t have a small-scale heart attack.  I took a shower and realised when I got out that I had just washed my hair with conditioner.  I put my contacts in inside out.  I combed my hair when it was wet, but haven’t brushed it since.  I am dressed in a red and orange tie-dyed t-shirt that’s about six sizes too big for me, a green hoodie with ducks all over it, and purple plaid pajama pants.  I am wearing one brown sock and one Christmas sock (I’m not entirely sure how that part happened).  I ate fried chicken for breakfast.  I am at least half drunk already, and it’s not even noon.  I am a goddamn disaster right now.

Are you excited?  Oh yeah, I'm excited, too.  I'm so excited I'm practically Irene Cara.  That may or may not be the tequila talking, but whatever.  Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I have several nerve endings and at least three or four brain cells not yet screaming in agony, which means I've got more reading and drinking to do.

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.

 

I'm gonna be kinda busy for the next... uhh... it'll prolly take me at least a couple days, on account of how many times I'm gonna pass out from alcohol poisoning, and I'm guessing I'll need my stomach pumped at least once.  In the meantime I'll be laying low, just me and the third Twilight book and a bottle of tequila.

...don't let that make you feel like I absolutely can't be interrupted, though.  'Cuz yanno, I'm just saying I'm available in an emergency, yeah?  So like, if you really, REALLY need something I can be pulled aside, is what I'm trying to get at here.  It doesn't even necessarily have to be a technical emergency, per se. I don't wanna turn you away if it's just urgent, and then feel bad later if you suffer an unfortunate accident because I wouldn't come to your aid, is what I need for you to know.  You get me?

OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HOW THICK CAN YOU GET??  INTERRUPT ME!  PESTER ME!  I WANT TO BE BOTHERED!  SEND ME AN EMAIL, CALL MY MOBILE, TEXT ME, WHATEVER!  SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST ON A CRICKET BAT, COME TO MY RESCUE!