I taste like garlic.

Still.

Can someone explain to me why National Security Advisor Condoleezza Rice always looks likes she's going to assassinate someone, in *every* picture I've ever seen of her lately?

The last one featured her in the background, with Bush's head blurry in the foreground, and she's looking off into the distance, and she very clearly wants to kill...

Scary woman...

I have successfully conquered Egypt.

It's a weird night when you get a text message to your phone from a monkey saying "Help! My family is trying to get me drunk!"

http://www.shomertec.com/item.cfm?Action=newItems&variable=1164

The spirit of Q is out there, weeping into his pillow.

Welcome to the New World Order (TM). Pay no attention to the man in the bushes. He is there for your protection.

Have a nice day...

I hate this.

I fucking hate this.

They tell you to tell the truth to your doctor, so they can diagnose the problem and get you the correct help. Tell them everything, hold nothing back, because it could be your life.

But when you need to get health insurance, telling the truth fucks with everything. Because when the insurance company sees the truth, they decide you're too much of a risk to their money, and they deny you coverage. So you can't see the doctor now, because it costs too much, and now you just have to suffer.

I really fucking hate this.

I have amassed almost enough boxes to encircle my desk at waist height. A few more boxes and I'm bringin' back my Silent Scope sniper rifle so I can have a whole lot more fun than I should.

Neon green firearms are so much cooler than "I'm squishing your head!"

I went to an AM/PM tonight in search of Wild Cherry Pepsi, and as I was walking out, I saw something I had missed for many months now.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mountain Dew Live Wire has returned. WHEE!

So hmm...

Now how's this work? First, I seem to make sudden changes in health. You know, zero to sick in 3 hours? And now sick to rather healthy indeed within about the same period? Am I given to doing nothing in a slow, patient and overall liesurely manner? Apparently.

And Dom, you're in FFXI now...you're in for a lot of fun, and a huge drain on your free time. Taru-warrior? Nutbar. ^^v

Funny enough, when I got to class this morning, I noticed my left rear tire has a nail through the sidewall...there went an entire set of tires and $600 down the drain, as they're way too worn to patch any longer. At least it didn't go flat on the way to school, and I still have a can of runflat on me so I can get it taken care if without *much* incident. Time to limp over to the tuning shop and have some friends fix me up.

Anyways, we now return you to your regular scheduled insanity. Welcome to the club. Drinks and snacks over there.

So as my temporary job came up on the 19th, I did what any sane person would do and took the opportunity to take the extra time and go to Hawaii. And now that I'm back I'll be sending out the postcards I wrote in Hawaii from California as bringing my day-planner on vacation seems to invalidate the idea of "vacation".

But I did have to check on the Kings. One must have priorities. And they play the Lakers tonight, which means I'm sure that Shaq will have some remarkably stupid postgame comment, as well as a stupid outfit.

NEVER...EVER...BUY...ANYTHING...FROM THE "GOOD GUYS" EVER!!! I'm about ready to throw my TV out the gaw damn window.

You didn't miss much, Keith. Van Dyne just did a lot of running.

A LOT of running.

...

...

...and riding.

I'm tired, pissed off and sick.

Loads of fun.

Add to that, I missed barrenhollow yesterday, so you can chalk that up upon the "list of things which piss pdac off to no end"

In other news, nothing is going on. But I'm alive again. Barely. >_<

Well, dammit, I think I'll end up playing FFXI. Damn you all, dammit.

Is it a bad thing if I start haveing dreams about piloting a VT after only playing Steel Battalion (and Line of Contact) for 3 good days? Lord save me...I've found my game!!!

"Sometimes you eat the bar... and sometimes, well... the bar, he eats you."
"What the hell does that mean?"

I got a spiffy new monitor!!! It's all flat and small and stuff. Whee!

My desk is soooo empty now....

You've probably seen this link from several blogs already, but just in case you haven't, I like watching Rumsfeld sputter like a dying engine when he's forced to eat his words on Face the Nation:

http://www.moveon.org/censure/caughtonvideo/

Is it a bad sign when you keep waking up every 45 minutes when you're trying to sleep?

Just for the record, I *am* wearing pants today. And a shirt. And a bra and underwear.

I'm *not* wearing....

....

....

...socks. ^^

Is there something wrong with me when I get a work-related e-mail about "our music catcher technology" and instantly assume it's spam? And not just any spam, but spam for a "music catheter"?

"Don't set yourself up for disappointment", she said.

Well, what else do I have to look forward to?

I'm in dire need of consciousness.

If anyone has any to spare, please let me know.

Oh, and for those of you keeping track, it is currently 82 degress Farenheit. I'm not wearing shorts, but I am in a t-shirt.

Again, let me state my love of California.

But I still need consciousness.

Wow...damn...knew I've been forgetting something. So who thought I was dead? Hope I was dead? Meh...

I find this highlyentertaining.

Zombie Infection Simulator

Hours of fun. ^^

The first two things I always see when I look up from my computer are "The Second Coming Is On March 31st!!" and "MoNkEYS StOLE MY PANTS!!!!!" on the whiteboard above and to the left of me.

I don't honestly know how I feel about that.

Well I'm fucking a loser, if that makes you feel any better. ^.^

18 brass men!

I'm a big fucking loser.

I am currently wearing a light t-shirt and a pair of capri pants, sandals, and I have painted toes.

I love California. ^^

For a brief, wonderful moment tonight, I had a rack all my own.

That's all I'll say.

And, along with my tickets to Holst in SF, it looks like my stay in SoCal is going to be a few days longer than I expected.

Curse my disposable income... CURSE it!

This validates my existence. It really does.

Goddamn it, I've sent my resume in three different ways for the same position and thusfar, no word from anyone. Who do I have to kill to get back to a fulltime job?

I woke up this morning at 6:30am to the sounds of angry yelling outside my window, which had intruded on my dreams. I've been sick, but I manage to dizzily look out, to see two police cars, almost blocking the street, but the tree outside my window blocks my view of any action. All I hear is angry shouts. Eventually, a woman walks off, and the two police cars follow her around the corner up the street.

I drift back into a fitful doze, my minor but constant headache keeping me from full sleep.

I wake up again around my usual 7:30am, and realize that work is not going to happen today, so I curl into a little ball and wait for everyone else to go to work before I brave going downstairs to get the funnies.

The sun is coming into my room at such a beautiful angle, everything is glowing, so I grab my camera and use the bed to steady me while I take as many pictures as I can before I have to lie down again. I pile pillows up, and once I finish the funnies, pick up Under the Tuscon Sun, and enjoy an hour of blissful reading in a sunbeam, listening to the birds chirp, enjoying the fresh air from the now open window, and loving the descriptions of Tuscony that I'm reading. It's almost like summertime, the peacefulness that I'm feeling, and I wish that I weren't sick, so that I could go outside and enjoy it more.

I call work at 9am, to let them know that leaving my bed isn't really an option today, and continue on in my dizzy bliss. I hope I'm better later tonight. I'd like to cook some pasta for dinner.