Hey all -- as you see, I made it back to MD okay. I'll write more about the weekend later, but the short of it is that it was great! I took lots of photos (though not as many as I'd hoped to take) and will have much to say both here and on Scary-Crayon when I get the chance. In the meantime, though, you can check out the blogs of Sarah and Val, who have pictures from our Sunday ride on THE BEAST (here, here, and here)! TAB also makes mention of the dinner that followed here, following a thrilling yet fictional retelling of his epic title bout with an elderly homeless woman. Anyway, per the pic Val posted in this entry, I'm apparently not very attractive with my mouth open! Which just means that in addition to my deviated septum I have another excuse for not performing if some woman ever expects me to go down on her. Hahahahaha Wes is so funny! Ugh.

And after going into work for a half day, I've now got to finish getting ready for this interview at the local extension center in a half hour. Hope I don't blow it!

Heylo! I was up until like 4:30 AM last night working on the latest Scary-Crayon article -- a fairly lengthy tirade against the Harry Potter series. In addition to being kinda tired, I was pretty drunk when I wrote it, but I think I managed to make more than a few good and/or interesting points in there, so you might wanna give it a read. Just saying, since I think several of my readers are fans of the series -- so I'm particularly interested in hearing their responses. 😉

Anyway, I considered simply staying awake, but I figured I might as well try to sleep for an hour -- and in that hour I managed to have one fucked up dream. I dreamed that I woke up a little late for work (not a stretch, considering how tired I was) and was running down the hall to the shower when I noticed a fluffy white rabbit hopping alongside me! Not like a pet, either -- like a rabbit that just dashed out of a hole in the wall and started hopping along. He jumped really high, too -- as high as my shoulders. So when I reached the bathroom, he began leaping at me, prompting me to dodge left and right to avoid his attacks. But one leap was unavoidable -- he came directly at my face! -- and I threw up a hand to block... whereupon that little fucker bit into my hand and started viciously ripping at it. It didn't hurt -- which should've been the tipoff that this was a dream! -- but nonetheless blood was flying everywhere and I could hear my flesh being torn apart with sucking gush noises. At first I merely held my hand still in disbelief, but then I began shaking it wildly -- and eventually I managed to throw the rabbit off, whereupon he disappeared into the shadows. But then I looked at my hand and it was fine, save for one little barely-bleeding nick! I started showing it to everyone I could -- "WE HAVE MURDEROUS RABBITS IN THE HOUSE!!!!!" but they took one look and laughed at me. And so I awoke having convinced no one of the truth of the rabbit menace.

It's about time for me to leave the office, so I will catch y'all later. Ja!

Booked my tickets this morning -- I should be arriving in the big city at approximately 11:30 AM on Saturday and leaving at 6:00 PM on Sunday. Time in between there is more/less free -- other than taking time out to buy $3 grody porn at one of those shops outside Port Authority and descending into Chinatown to stock up on Asian cinema, I've got no concrete plans -- so if you live in the area and want to meet up with me, send an e-mail and let me know what's up!

OK!

I almost always take into account the possibility that someone might be put off by what I say, but apparently I'm at my most offensive on those few occasions when I don't anticipate offense as a possible reaction to my words. Strange!

Do I want to cook tonight? I don't know.

And the mystery ingredient was... FISH STEAKS!!! Although "fish" would've been an acceptable answer. Don't know if you've seen those little tins of fish in mustard sauce -- "fish steaks in mustard sauce", "sardines in mustard sauce", etc. -- but that comprised the main ingredient. Usually those are under $1 -- while I probably paid close to 80 cents for the fish steaks, I generally pick up the sardine tins at the dollar store for 50 cents a pop. The cheese, also, came from the dollar store, being from a little tub of "chili con queso", which isn't quite an accurate description of the contents, seeing as how it's pretty much all cheese, but there you go! And no, there's no meat in it! They make it with powdered vegetable bacon substitute or something (which technically means that there were veggies in the mix after all, but in such a small quantity as to be negligible). On to the next!

Guesses what that is, anyone? Also, I'm going to go ahead and go through with that new site idea -- need your help on the name. Which do you like better: Grisly Grub, Grody Grub, or Ghastly Grub? I'm leaning towards the latter! And if you have any other suggestions, feel free to voice 'em. 🙂 (more...)