So, for the first time in my life, I think I'm going to take some honest to goodness art lessons.
Actually, I know I am, so I'll stop waffling here.
So in my ongoing attempts to better understand and explore myself (and I don't mean in a pervy way) I discovered something really disturbing. And I'm not talking about nostrils this time. I...I think... I think I might be a morning person. :|
Another quirk of life I've noticed is that I, and I suspect other people, tend to hurt themselves on/during unexpected objects/activities. For example, yesterday I was doing some relatively major carpentry, building myself a new computer table shelf-thing so I have a little slot for my keyboard and tablet and can generally be a neater, organized, and more productive person.
"So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life"
I first heard those prophetic words back in, oh, late 99 or maybe 2000, from the movie Office Space. At the time, I thought the movie was funny as hell. But now, like Dilbert, it has taken on a disturbing parallel with my own life.
So I was minding my own business, weaving in and out of super market aisles with the wife, both of us trying to avoid angry senile old people with oxygen tanks on their hips, when what should catch my eye but a four pack of Coca-Cola Blak.
This is something I mentioned before, under the thought that this product would taste like licking the underside of a Camel's nutsack.
I like action movies. Not all action movies of course, but I've got enough testosterone that I can at least partially appreciate even the crappy ones, like everything Steven Segal has ever put out.
Mostly. Actually, I'm doing pretty good, all things considered. :yahar!:
A few things:
A few things:
To start it off, let me say that I need a vacation really god damn soon or I'm going to strip down to my underwear, set my head on fire, and scream at people.
Ok, let's move on.