November 27, 2007
Death by booze
It would take 18 bottles of Bell's/Kalamazoo Two Hearted Ale to kill me
Does this mean I should have another beer?
Via the Presurfer.
Does this mean I should have another beer?
Via the Presurfer.
November 16, 2007
November 13, 2007
Dreams
My favorite thing about my deams is that I can usually tell when they're dreams.
But every once in a while I have this one dream.
I'll be in the middle of another, often pleasant dream, and I'll startle awake because I SWEAR I heard two, loud, sharp knocks on my door. As in my bedroom door. Its happened in different houses, and every time the knock matches what that door would sound like.
And every time it starts me awake, and I lie in bed frozen in fear for a minute or two. After a bit where I decide that even IF it was someone in my house who had banged on my door, they either would have made more noise by now.
So I slowly sit up, and reach for the baseball bat I keep under my bed. Yes, I keep a baseball bat under my bed. Fuck you. Its my home security system.
I put on my glasses and open my door, poised to strike.
Nothing is there. As usual.
Aferward this happened tonight, I creep downstairs, where I can still hear the high-pitched noise, meaning BJ fell asleep with the TV on again.
Of course he did, so he's there, fast asleep, and the menu for the West Wing DVD he was watching is on the screen.
I ditch the bat at the bottom of the stairs because I'll feel stupid if BJ wakes up.
He does (if only half way) and says "hey dude".
I mumble a hello and get a glass of water from the kitchen, pausing to pick up my bat by the stairs.
Figures that the only realistic dream I've ever had is one that nearly makes me crap my pants. Sounds about par for the course.
I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle.
But every once in a while I have this one dream.
I'll be in the middle of another, often pleasant dream, and I'll startle awake because I SWEAR I heard two, loud, sharp knocks on my door. As in my bedroom door. Its happened in different houses, and every time the knock matches what that door would sound like.
And every time it starts me awake, and I lie in bed frozen in fear for a minute or two. After a bit where I decide that even IF it was someone in my house who had banged on my door, they either would have made more noise by now.
So I slowly sit up, and reach for the baseball bat I keep under my bed. Yes, I keep a baseball bat under my bed. Fuck you. Its my home security system.
I put on my glasses and open my door, poised to strike.
Nothing is there. As usual.
Aferward this happened tonight, I creep downstairs, where I can still hear the high-pitched noise, meaning BJ fell asleep with the TV on again.
Of course he did, so he's there, fast asleep, and the menu for the West Wing DVD he was watching is on the screen.
I ditch the bat at the bottom of the stairs because I'll feel stupid if BJ wakes up.
He does (if only half way) and says "hey dude".
I mumble a hello and get a glass of water from the kitchen, pausing to pick up my bat by the stairs.
Figures that the only realistic dream I've ever had is one that nearly makes me crap my pants. Sounds about par for the course.
I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle.
Labels: Dreams
November 05, 2007
Meth Minute 39
I just discovered Meth Minute 39 today. Only 6 episodes in too. Oh, and its funny.
Via YesButNoButYes.
Via YesButNoButYes.
Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis writes a column on Suicide Girls called the Sunday Hangover. I think the idea is that its supposed to be weekly, but for some reason it doesn't show up on the feed that often. Maybe its behind their subscription wall, maybe he just doesn't do it every week. In any case, I don't care, its just that good.
This week he declares: America broke sex.
He makes a pretty strong case, actually. Its stuff like this that makes me love him.
That and, you know, Fell, Black Summer... I've yet to read Global Frequency, but I've got it at home in my "to read" box.
But its not just his comics. He's funny, smart, and I can't seem to get enough. But yeah.
America broke sex.
This week he declares: America broke sex.
He makes a pretty strong case, actually. Its stuff like this that makes me love him.
That and, you know, Fell, Black Summer... I've yet to read Global Frequency, but I've got it at home in my "to read" box.
But its not just his comics. He's funny, smart, and I can't seem to get enough. But yeah.
America broke sex.
Labels: British, Celebrity, Comic Books, Nerd, Wikipedia