I can't feel my fingers
The "Tom Cruise tries to convince you that Scientology is awesome" video. Gee, I wonder why the Scientologist are trying to suppress this video.
The guy who started my religion walked on water, raised the dead, and changed water into wine. What did the founder of your "religion" do? Oh yeah, write sci-fi novels that were turned into horrible movies starring John Travolta. Yup, definitely makes me want to join.
I never really noticed just how crazy Tom Cruise's eyes are. He's clearly a nutjob.
On Saturday night my sister Jackie, Pam, and I went to Brittingham's to see Seamus Kennedy. All the tables were already reserved so we managed to squeeze into the corner of the back bar where we ate dinner. Seamus did three one-hour sets and after the 2nd set, several of the tables were empty, so we moved to a table right next to the stage. Seamus decided that the three of us looked like the panel of judges from American Idol (we were sitting in a row). Then he said, "And Simon is looking particularly bitchy this evening." Jackie and Pam said I was Simon. Then throughout the rest of the set he kept giving us names: Alvin, Simon, and Theodore; Larry, Curly, and Moe; Jesus, Mary, and Joseph; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. He was very entertaining and had the entire bar doing handclapping games to the song "The Moonshiner".
It's freezing. I have my bathrobe on, socks and slippers on my feet, and I'm on my bed underneath four throw blankets. I can't feel my fingers. I can only imagine how cold NamelessBirdWhoseNameMightBeMurdoch is. He hides it well. I guess I should just start calling him Murdoch because I think it fits him. He's nuts and always talking jibba-jabba.
I find it kind of sad that I've had him 6 months and I still haven't officially named him and yet when I bought this cute little stuffed rat at IKEA on Saturday, I instantly named it:
Bubonic Plague.
And I just read a bit about the bubonic plague on Wikipedia and wow:
Infection in a human occurs when a person is bitten by a flea that has been infected by biting a rodent that itself has been infected by the bite of a flea carrying the disease. The bacteria multiply inside the flea, sticking together to form a plug that blocks its stomach and causes it to begin to starve. The flea then voraciously bites a host and continues to feed, even though it cannot quell its hunger, and consequently the flea vomits blood tainted with the bacteria back into the bite wound. The bubonic plague bacterium then infects a new victim, and the flea eventually dies from starvation.
That sounds all sorts of lovely.
Now I'm going to go watch some of the second season of Doctor Who in an attempt to stay warm. David Tennant. Mmm...
The guy who started my religion walked on water, raised the dead, and changed water into wine. What did the founder of your "religion" do? Oh yeah, write sci-fi novels that were turned into horrible movies starring John Travolta. Yup, definitely makes me want to join.
I never really noticed just how crazy Tom Cruise's eyes are. He's clearly a nutjob.
On Saturday night my sister Jackie, Pam, and I went to Brittingham's to see Seamus Kennedy. All the tables were already reserved so we managed to squeeze into the corner of the back bar where we ate dinner. Seamus did three one-hour sets and after the 2nd set, several of the tables were empty, so we moved to a table right next to the stage. Seamus decided that the three of us looked like the panel of judges from American Idol (we were sitting in a row). Then he said, "And Simon is looking particularly bitchy this evening." Jackie and Pam said I was Simon. Then throughout the rest of the set he kept giving us names: Alvin, Simon, and Theodore; Larry, Curly, and Moe; Jesus, Mary, and Joseph; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. He was very entertaining and had the entire bar doing handclapping games to the song "The Moonshiner".
It's freezing. I have my bathrobe on, socks and slippers on my feet, and I'm on my bed underneath four throw blankets. I can't feel my fingers. I can only imagine how cold NamelessBirdWhoseNameMightBeMurdoch is. He hides it well. I guess I should just start calling him Murdoch because I think it fits him. He's nuts and always talking jibba-jabba.
I find it kind of sad that I've had him 6 months and I still haven't officially named him and yet when I bought this cute little stuffed rat at IKEA on Saturday, I instantly named it:
Bubonic Plague.
And I just read a bit about the bubonic plague on Wikipedia and wow:
Infection in a human occurs when a person is bitten by a flea that has been infected by biting a rodent that itself has been infected by the bite of a flea carrying the disease. The bacteria multiply inside the flea, sticking together to form a plug that blocks its stomach and causes it to begin to starve. The flea then voraciously bites a host and continues to feed, even though it cannot quell its hunger, and consequently the flea vomits blood tainted with the bacteria back into the bite wound. The bubonic plague bacterium then infects a new victim, and the flea eventually dies from starvation.
That sounds all sorts of lovely.
Now I'm going to go watch some of the second season of Doctor Who in an attempt to stay warm. David Tennant. Mmm...