Still good.

Just.

Bus-i-ness keeps me busy. Enrolling was annoying. I can't even remember what I put down. But you know i'm there, and i'm going to change my courses. Yatta.

Sp Pls! was really awesome. I really like it. Good food, cool bands, good atmosphere of helping, especially with drinks. Me likey.

Haven't been reading.

Awesome quote leading to my segue:

"P.S. Getting married in MA is also fun when tax time comes because while the state insists you're married, the Feds insist you're not. The instructions for how a same-sex couple does their taxes is INSANE"

Fight! Fight! Fight!

BDO is on! Yay. I need my pouch back.

Where will put my mucous covered and marsupial young?! WHERE?!

I actually called a baby a poo-poo factory today. To my mom. Unfortunately, she wasn't impressed. In fact, I could swear she was positively non-plussed.

Well, they are.

New Jersey: Not all our state officials have been indicted

Poor rejected slogan.

Onward and upward!

3. The Collected Short Stories of Roald Dahl.

He wrote a lot. Most were good. Some are anachronistic and confusing at times. Generally speaking, good. Morbid, funny, morose, just plain weird, good. Read it.

Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?

I love that sentence due to two things: a) The image of someone in a handbasket is adorable, and b) I saw it as someone's sig, and didn't work it till months later. Months. We're talking about a lapse in time where you could have renovated your shack/hovel/house/treehouse.

Damn those Swiss Family Robinson!

I've given some thought to this thing (oh boy, metafictive) and it can't keep up. With me. So much awesome (I mean that as a noun) happens that I am literally unable to catch up. It's insane. Worth it sure, but insane.

I've moved back. The usual wave of depression/apathy was there. I didn't mind. Rode it out, easy. Got distracted re-re-re-re-re?reading Zen. Such a captivating book. Finished watching Naruto up 144. Finished 5 books, of which atleast 3 need to be listed and reviewed. Cat very entertaining. She doesn't like storms. Bought myself a new book. Well, two new, but one i'm happy to spot. I'm proud of both I guess. But pride goes before a fall, so watch out! These books could trip you.

I need to enlighten.

Jon Stewart is a prophet:

Gyms will close, fad binge diets will be all the rage, and singles ads will end in the phrase, "Yes fatties."

Would you like a blowjob after your circumcision? (Granted, the actual story is far more serious than I make it out to be.)

Remember him? Well, he remembers you well. Especially the delicious parts of you.

That would be a hell of a centenary. Most 18s, 21s wouldn't come close to what 100 year old man would be experiencing.

That is all.

One last thing to do before I collapse and die

in a writhing heap on my bed bereft of all but the three higher functions of fold, check/call, and raise.

My god, it's the 5th already. I spent the last couple of days working, then...poker. I sorta spent the time I was supposed to be resting up for cricket match playing poker and mostly losing. It was damn awesome though! No wonder this game is so addictive. I made 19 grand, then lost it all. To the last penny. Well, they don't call it dollars, so i'm going to revert to the good old economic unit.

Down to the last unit.

I'll cut to the chase: I'm not addicted to the game, the game is addicted to me. Even now, before I could do anything else, it insisted that I open the game, play a hand, then get to work writing this. Crazy, no??

So yeah. I spent 9 to 6.30 today morning playing and losing. Got ready in a shambles for cricket. Breakfast was hilarious. I bought some juice in order to keep myself awake, and this is what it said on the popper:
"MultiV Fruit & Vegetable Juice. Drink it. Feel it." I'll be damned if that wasn't the lamest punchline to a promotion on a product i've ever seen.

The surprise was, the juice itself tasted quite nice. Despite its highly dubious nutritional value (It's a sad day when you can't even trust your juice. Who can you trust? The Government?! The mailman!? The milkman?!!!?!)

NB: IF you have someone or someone(s) purporting to be your milkman, you should be highly suspicious of them. They stopped that shit back in the 60s. For all you know, they could be banging your wife.


Cricket which turned out to be highly, highly entertaining. Seriously. I got to see Richie Benaud both in the flesh and the projection. I'm going to kidnap him and force him to do commentary on my life. Sif not that would be the most interesting project ever. Anyone who disagrees must be a Commie. There.

I saw a cute guy on the train wearing a CCCP bracelet/armband thingy (Do the commies have to exercise in order to wield their nefarious lies? Why commies why?) and a Wolverine shirt. The Wolverine shirt was AWESOME.

The thing is, he wasn't even that cute! My god, was my sleep addled brain such that I would be attracted to someone with even the least amount of vaguely independent popular culture (if you think that's a paradox, go to hell) and hotness would start me palpitating?

The answer to that I'm afraid, is yes. A very emphatic yes. I was also sleep deprived though, a condition for me much like drunkness, cept I'm much cooler. Yes, it does violate laws of nature. But then again, so do you. Think about it.

I've given a valuuuuuable seeeecret, yes, so you use it wisely, much like the Force, or I will come and bring you to the Dark side. I still don't know what that means.

Vegetarianism, much like women's rights, is a luxury.

This is horribly horribly late...lemme check. 8 days. On par with my general punctuality.

I'll just start a fresh one.

This boy

...Yeah.

NYE was crazy. Mixed up, crazy people going in and out and leaving us. Did I mention the Swiss are better than us? Seriously. They have a Top Secret Drum Corps, which is a good head better than the entire Australian Army. You do Mexican waves with drums!

I got reminded of why Arcade Fire was in my top 10 list. Ahh surrogates. I ended up not sleeping well because sleeping is giving in. The heat was insane as well. Today (yesterday) was ridiculous. Hottest day in 64 years? Gimme a break. Paper Mario roxors! Jared, get it if you don't have it already.

Not really up to this. I'm not doing it to it at all. Tired and I think malnutritioned. Cake is a foodgroup. Andy and I getting along better. He says I should get a tv show. I agree. When will this happen!? Damn it.

I really need to get into the business of being an intellectual. But...why? It seems more worth it to be a creative person, and apparently promiscuous. But that in itself is an intellectual position, so it kinda discredits itself. Or so it seems.

Jesus, how did this happen? I know four people whose supreme arrogance and pure unbridled genius would lodge in your mind like a gallstone, which would travel in a painful and dehumanising process which could quite possibly lead to a unsatisfied sex life, only able to be disgorged at a cathartic milestone in your life.

And I mean urethrally, not anally.

"But Dr. Kelso, anal isn't a dirty word."
"Oh really? My wife thinks it is."

But i'm tired, behind on my reading, my cap is gone, and I have to work tomorrow. Night.