Today, my farts smell. That meaty, burny, high sulfur smell.

You may go about your day.

For whatever reason, the post I made about my dead grandfather's rifle and my family woes keeps attracting spambots. I don't quite get it. On the other hand I can get thousands of e-books for free now.

I'm not normally a "woe-is-me" sort of person, but lately my mother's side of the family has given me cause to feel sad and irate. So, for the first time ever I shall use my LJ as intended: to whine about my family ( Read more... )

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Quoth Amanda: "I can't tell when you're going to the bathroom to poop 'cause your book is already in there."

We made some sushi.
Lessons learned this tonight.
Refrigerator.

(10:12:13 PM) Tony: I pick his pocket!
(10:13:02 PM) me: roll for it
(10:15:07 PM) Tony: *rolls*
(10:15:25 PM) Tony: 11...
(10:15:31 PM) me: he beats you senseless
(10:15:35 PM) Tony: DAMN!
(10:15:36 PM) me: and takes your coat
(10:15:39 PM) Tony: DAMN!
(10:15:50 PM) Tony: CURSE YOU DICE OF DOOM!

Owls: Symbols of wisdom, stoicism, and regality. They're also silent death and have the most bitchin' talons of any bird of prey.

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And now: Scotch.

Specifically McClelland's Islay, poured over whiskey stones with a dribble of water.

Finest Kind

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