Because I am obsessed with the following things: cars, roads, maps, I decided to use my handy-dandy trucker map and a wet-erase to chart all the roads I have been down physically, rather than metaphorically ( Read more... )

First, I love CindyLou. Seriously. Love. She was sweet enough to pimp my geekiness to a friend of hers at University of Houston Victoria, and he has contacted me about possibly giving a lecture on Feminism and Women in Zombie Films. My geek brain is on OVERLOAD ( Read more... )

I've got to get those baby feelings out somehow, friends.

Poem(s) behind the cut...
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I am, according to Roy, "Orange Juice." I suppose that's what I get for asking a question like that? In my defense I was drunk off my ass (which Roy thought was hilarious) and watching Supernatural in slow motion. The following conversation ensued ( Read more... )

Lookit peoples:
FINALLY, a flying car!

About fifteen years too late according to my retro-sci-fi wrist-calendar (man, I never spell calendar right, I if I had a million dollars I chould look it up on my face computer...help me google!).

I should be all geeked up, init? I SHOULD be, but this flying car looks like shit. It's a plane with bendable ( Read more... )

Old Navy is having a memorial day sale, and it is amusing to Roy that I say things like, "If I were rich, I'd buy that camo jacket at Old Navy because it's on sale for $19.99 and it was $44.99." Apparently it is hilarous that I believe someone is "rich" if they can afford to buy a $20 dollar coat that they don't really need, but only want.I don't ( Read more... )

1.       There is a right and a wrong, but has nothing to do with law or rules; instead, it has to do with morality, consideration, respect, and humanity.  The good guys are genuinely good guys and they don’t compromise their high ideals. The bad guys are selfish; they hurt people and have to be stopped. Sometimes you get fooled, but try not to go ( Read more... )

You know how every once in a while there's a day in which a series of connected events sticks out like a pattern, or a puzzle, but offers no means to interpret or solve said puzzle? Well, maybe that's a bad way of putting it...let me try again ( Read more... )