All day long I'll think of dozens of things I want to post to LJ. The moment I open a window to do so, everything flees.

Medical:
Why don't we start with my back, because that's pretty foremost on my mind right now. I am seriously fucking tired. I had an epidural cortisone injection. If you've ever laid on a table and tried to be very still while ( Read more... )

Monday:

• Watching Dark Knight on my iPod at work again. This should help make the day interesting... Kinda makes me want to see the last Terminator movie again, actually.


• Hunter's "Max" costume (from Where the Wild Things Are) is awesome as all fuck-out. I'll try and get a pic or two up soon. I'd hoped to last night, but Dawny finished the ( Read more... )

Woe is me. I vent like a teenager ( Read more... )

Today's nonsense is brought to you by the fact that I can't properly log in to do any work this morning until someone fixes my shit.

(  I am in a great deal of pain, Pinkey. )

This is why I still read the news: Teenager paints 60ft phallus on roof of family home. (With a picture of said 60ft phallus!) I have found a new hero.

And as long as we're there already, if you like pretty shit exploding, you absolutely have to look at High-speed photographs of shit getting shot with a bb gun.
I like me. I think I'm pretty ( Read more... )

Here's a rarity: A post where I don't mention Hunter at all ( Read more... )

iPod:Ok, I admit it. I'm addicted to my iPod. That glorious little box that holds so much. I've been making and refining some playlists lately and Monday night I went to synch everything up. My computer at home has been acting a little screwy lately, so there was a hiccup. For whatever reason I had to wipe and reload the iPod, but that's fine, I ( Read more... )

"NotBatman," you moan, "you never post anymore."

No. No I don't.

You know why?

Because it would be long, boring, rambling and pointless and come out looking like ( this. )

Let's assume my car comes home from the shop today. Nah, fuck that, I have a loaner. The car is a non-issue ( Read more... )

My car went all fucko-kablooie two weeks ago. Started smoking, probably fell in with a bad crowd. Bad business, terrible habit. I tried to ignore it but it didn't go away. I tried talking to it because smoking is the same as sucking the devils syphilitic ballsack ( Read more... )