A belated Merry Christmas and an on-time Happy 2010 to everyone! I just returned from a trip to visit The Matriarch in New Jersey. I may write more about this later. Right now, I am feeling intensely the effects both of bronchitis and a week of very little sleep (I swear, my grandmother's guest beds are made of concrete).

January: On Addictions ( Read more... )

"...it has already ended."

Thus spake The Maternal Unit after a commercial came on for, I kid you not, "Anti-Monkey Butt Powder".

What in the hell is "monkey butt"? They never actually explain it in the ad.

TrueBlood == Twilight - sparkling + deep South + drugs + (sex)2

Whatever hell-spawned infection I came down with has gotten worse in the last day. Accordingly, staying home from work. The extra four hours of sleep should've helped ( Read more... )

...but something. I forget what exactly the term for this is, but I ran a search that returned exactly one result: "homicidally intimate".

I heard those two words on the TV while I was folding clothes. Not surprisingly, the one hit that came up was a transcript of the TV show from which I heard the phrase, The FBI Files.

There is a storm coming. It kind of snuck up on us all, really; Sunday, we all went to bed after a relaxing weekend, and woke up Monday, and oh noes, a storm was here and pointed right at us. Yes, right at us: the eye was forecast to pass more or less directly above my desk at work ( Read more... )

So, I'm folding clothes, and to help pass the time, I'm watching The FBI Files, an old favorite show of mine. While giving background on some suspects in a triple-murder in DC, the presenter said that one of them would not go back to prison under any circumstances, for no clear reason other than that he was raped the last time he was there ( Read more... )