Bullets not meant for my own head
• Primitivo is surprisingly a good companion to the pistachios I've been addicted to lately.
• Some feckless cretin has been using my laundry detergent and it was damn near gone just now when I went downstairs to do two loads. I got ONE load out of it. And I have used it ONCE since I bought it. Grrr.
• Those of you playing at home will deduce that this means that I used someone else's detergent for the second load. Karma's a bitch, ain't it?
• My Pulp Fiction poster just peeled off the wall and scared the bejesus outta me.
• I need a haircut.
• I gots meself a new blogcrush on Andy Axel for his swashbuckling awesomeness during the Jesus' General/Brittney/NiT dustup. And don't tell him, but I'm kinda crushin' a little on ol' Roger Abramson, too, for the good fight he put up.
• As the resident nocturnal blogger in these parts, I'm still over here shouting into a canyon to some people who are being willfully obtuse. I blame the primitivo. But seriously. The wank — sometimes, it hurts with how dumb it gets and you feel like, hopeless as it is, you have to counter the bullshit just so the Universe at least knows that counter-wank exists.
• I should totally admit that I'm stealing "wank" from Shannon. Shannon, if you ever read this, thank you. "Wank" is the perfect word for webshits.
• Tomorrow's supposed to be the hottest day of the year so far: 95. Oy.
• I don't care what kind of mood you're in — if you just listen to some freaking Jai Uttal for a minute or two, you'll start to feel some hope creep back in.
• I've damn near killed my geraniums. I think I've been overwatering them. Bah!
• It is imperative that I get back to the gym. Now. I have taken a two-month break to let my foot heal, and I'm more than ready to go back. I've been ready. For weeks. But there's always that lag, that period of time when the nerves do a number on you and make it tough to get back into the healthy routine. Or, maybe that's just me. But it's time. I can feel it. Tomorrow.
• Some feckless cretin has been using my laundry detergent and it was damn near gone just now when I went downstairs to do two loads. I got ONE load out of it. And I have used it ONCE since I bought it. Grrr.
• Those of you playing at home will deduce that this means that I used someone else's detergent for the second load. Karma's a bitch, ain't it?
• My Pulp Fiction poster just peeled off the wall and scared the bejesus outta me.
• I need a haircut.
• I gots meself a new blogcrush on Andy Axel for his swashbuckling awesomeness during the Jesus' General/Brittney/NiT dustup. And don't tell him, but I'm kinda crushin' a little on ol' Roger Abramson, too, for the good fight he put up.
• As the resident nocturnal blogger in these parts, I'm still over here shouting into a canyon to some people who are being willfully obtuse. I blame the primitivo. But seriously. The wank — sometimes, it hurts with how dumb it gets and you feel like, hopeless as it is, you have to counter the bullshit just so the Universe at least knows that counter-wank exists.
• I should totally admit that I'm stealing "wank" from Shannon. Shannon, if you ever read this, thank you. "Wank" is the perfect word for webshits.
• Tomorrow's supposed to be the hottest day of the year so far: 95. Oy.
• I don't care what kind of mood you're in — if you just listen to some freaking Jai Uttal for a minute or two, you'll start to feel some hope creep back in.
• I've damn near killed my geraniums. I think I've been overwatering them. Bah!
• It is imperative that I get back to the gym. Now. I have taken a two-month break to let my foot heal, and I'm more than ready to go back. I've been ready. For weeks. But there's always that lag, that period of time when the nerves do a number on you and make it tough to get back into the healthy routine. Or, maybe that's just me. But it's time. I can feel it. Tomorrow.
Labels: lists and things, randomosity
posted by theogeo | 6/07/2007 12:44:00 AM
11 Comments:
Agreeing with you on the Andy Axel crush.
Man, he was smoking yesterday.
I read a great deal of one of those threads, and I felt such fury and hatred boil up at that toehead that just kept bringing up Civil War factoids that I just had to stop. Perhaps I was not reading Andy Axel's thread or perhaps I did not make it to her comments before I threw up a little in my mouth and went to rock myself to sleep in the dark.
I have never tried Primitivo. But I do love bold, fruity reds. You should try the Red Newt Cellars Blue Newt White I reviwed on BOD. It is seriously the best white I've ever tried.
It's supposed to be 81 today in Buffalo. I'm glad I'm not stuck down there in 95. Good luck with that!
Have a great workout back at the gym! Drop by PTR anytime and we'll talk exercise.
HIS comments. I presume Andy Axel is a GUY.
Youuuuu would love some Oregon weather. High today is 69 degrees. Rarely gets above 80 … but it's not cold either.
Yeah, I was crushin' on Andy myself.
And you rocked, yourself. I've very rarely scream YYEAAAHHH!!! at my monitor, but you did that to me with your TCP comments.
I know exactly what you mean about the gym. The first step back is the toughest.
"Feckless cretin" is my favorite insult of all time. It beats "chickensh*t poltroon," which someone once called me online. (That last requires a Foghorn Leghorn-type delivery, for some reason. "Feckless cretin" can be said plummily, like Kenneth Branagh pre-scenery-chewing. Or, even better, give it to Hugh Laurie and let him say it as House. Ooooh.)
"Toehead" is good, too, though. It brings a great mental image of an angry, festered, screaming ingrown-toenail-cranium atop some slope-shouldered Snopes body.
Why yes, I am decompressing from reading all that yesterday. And today. My lord, my lord. Y'all are some classy folks to have survived that, and without calling people's parentage into question. I commend you.
And Lindsey, I'm embarrassed to say that I had never looked at your design portfolio until just now. You are astounding. I am so proud to know that MT had a tiny tiny hand in helping you get your talent out into the world. Have you been to Poynter? I can't recall if you've said. If not, please do apply soon. You will find such joy in working 24/7 for a week with others who share -- and appreciate -- your gift. Full immersion, rather than sprinklin', shall we say.
Good lord. I'll stop and just say "y'all" repeatedly to tick off any drive-by hooligans from other comment threads. Hee.
Y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all. And all y'all, too.
And y'mama'n'em.
xoxoxoxo
Let's give Hugh Laurie a whole bunch of words to say as House, and then relax with a bottle of wine and listen all night.
I liked how you tore into left-wing knee-jerk reactionary circlejerkin' fucks and chomped down on them, tearing off tufts of PC meat. Not to mention misogynists. You manhandled a few scrotums over there.
I was so proud of Lindsey Turner.
I friggin love this blog.
TB, I'll check and see if Red Newt Cellars gets distributed down here anywhere.
Cox, I would love me some Oregon weather. I sure would love to visit some time. When I'm queen of the world, air travel will be free.
Slarti, thanks! But it all seems so futile.
Grandefille, I will make it my mission to call someone a "feckless cretin" at least once a week. It is truly a great insult. And thank you for what you said about my portfolio! That's awesome. I've thought about Poynter, but I figured I was too long out of school or something. I need to check their website and see what the guidelines are.
Fritz and Macrae, thanks!!
Andy is an awesome person in offline life too. I got to spend an evening with him and his lovely wife in Chicago in March when we all traveled up there for the Hoodoo Gurus show, and they are just great.
As for Roger, you are perfectly welcome to join the Rogerettes if ya want:
http://thelynnsterzone.com/2007/06/07/i-know-how-to-make-him-blush/
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