Watched the opening sequence of Quake IV – not bad, but derivative, like everything else in the universe, including my own DNA f’chrissakes.
I CAN’T get Young Dumb and Crazy out of my head, I was singing it all day, mixed in with the Blasteeze the Laxative Coughdrops Song. “There will be a brief hi-a-tus, then, the mentholated flatus; pop these babies in your mouth, and soon your drawers are headed south.” Yeah, I sang that every time I went by HR today. Kind of without really realizing what I was doing. HR is next to the washroom, after all.
I light a candle for Tanya and her hubby – a swift recovery and sweet sweet sleep for both of them, please thanks kbai.
I light a candle for Patricia, and she knows why.
I light a candle for Gianna, who has one of the most infectious laughs I have ever heard.
I light a candle for Robof9, and he knows why.
I light a blowtorch of a candle for Paul, and he knows why.
I light a candle for the start of another church year and the success of the fall gathering. (It’s a church thingy, the regional fall gathering.)
I won’t be going to church on Sunday as ScaryClown is going to try to set a new record for margaritas before lunch and I’m damned if I’ll miss that. Three margaritas would have me running my hand over the waiter’s ass, and it had absolutely no effect that one could detect on ScaryClown. Jeff and Keith will also be in attendance. I’ll take the camera this time as I love the decor in the restaurant.
The cats are fine. Eddie’s taken off a little weight and his digestion seems to be a bit better. Gizmo curled up in Jeff’s lap last night and looked up at him adoringly and then farted continuously for about twenty minutes, he was that relaxed.
No word from Katie; I imagine she’ll turn up eventually but she missed getting Switzerland Chicken ordered for her. Please note that she is learning how to play chess; I am sure her uncle will be cheerfully amused and pleased by this intelligence.
Work sux, but in a good way. You know, the birthing pangs way.
I saw a rainbow this morning.
More NCIS turned up. That makes me very, very happy.
And tomorrow, the intelligent & beautiful Shannon and the magnificent & useful Jerome will, in front of their friends and family, pledge their intention to spend the rest of their days together. They got no worse odds than anybody else, in fact I’d say better, and dayum, they will make pretty children. Me happy. And I’ll get to see Mike dressed up, which pleases me, and I don’t have to do any grzsly shopping, they want money.
Check Snopes.com for the Palin letter. Innnteresting.
It feels so good to be home and sitting with the folks. Life’s good.