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Today I turn twenty in hexadecimal
Mar. 19th, 2007 12:00 amIt's funny how fast a year goes by. It can just as perplexing how fast eight months can pass. In my case, that eight-month window between ending my Dreamscape account and ending the address forwarding will soon close. I am not giving them another dime but I'm no longer in the mood to run my own server for that. Anyone have a recommendation? I'm almost ready to toss a simple name at Panix and roll.
I'm finishing the same cold I had on Friday night. I drove home from work completely on adrenaline and 40% of the time in second gear on major expressways because the snow was getting so nasty. Then my throat got more sore, so I went to sleep... for eleven hours. Then I used the morning to get my energy back and went to the most righteous![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adaptively's place for Japanese horror flicks and booze. Then I woke up this morning and my voice started to drop from an onslaught of sinus pressure and throat clogging. Then I had some Air Waves gum and it opened me up. Then my girl took me to the IMAX to see The 300.
Spoiler: watching The 300 will make you laugh because it's so preposterous. For everyone that said "well, it's exactingly faithful to the graphic novel" I say shut your pie hole. If you know the actual story versus this fetishized re-enactment of a He-Man episode, you spend the whole time wanting to leave. "We will die free men!" Yes, but each of you brought three slaves in the actual story. The Spartans weren't a martial people because it's noble and defensive: they went out and conquered stuff too. Because, it's mostly life-size He-Man figures complete with banana hammocks, oiled and hairless six pack abs and... was that a mutant rhinoceros charging that guy? Oy vey.
By the way, does anyone else think Tabasco is the money shot of hot sauces? It's not a good hot sauce, it's found in cafeterias and other boring restaurants, it squirts out of the bottle so long as you handle said bottle in an uncomfortable way, it shows no imagination in craft, and you wind up dealing with it anyway because the meal provided is otherwise insipid.
( The material under this cut-link is completely NSFW. I would like you to click on it, so please wait until you get home. Sorry, there are no pictures. )
I wrote some other stuff over the weekend, but most of it is unfinished from lack of concentration. I gotta sleep now or the mucus monsters will steal my brain.
-swallows come back to Nixon's estate, Dante
I'm finishing the same cold I had on Friday night. I drove home from work completely on adrenaline and 40% of the time in second gear on major expressways because the snow was getting so nasty. Then my throat got more sore, so I went to sleep... for eleven hours. Then I used the morning to get my energy back and went to the most righteous
adaptively's place for Japanese horror flicks and booze. Then I woke up this morning and my voice started to drop from an onslaught of sinus pressure and throat clogging. Then I had some Air Waves gum and it opened me up. Then my girl took me to the IMAX to see The 300.Spoiler: watching The 300 will make you laugh because it's so preposterous. For everyone that said "well, it's exactingly faithful to the graphic novel" I say shut your pie hole. If you know the actual story versus this fetishized re-enactment of a He-Man episode, you spend the whole time wanting to leave. "We will die free men!" Yes, but each of you brought three slaves in the actual story. The Spartans weren't a martial people because it's noble and defensive: they went out and conquered stuff too. Because, it's mostly life-size He-Man figures complete with banana hammocks, oiled and hairless six pack abs and... was that a mutant rhinoceros charging that guy? Oy vey.
By the way, does anyone else think Tabasco is the money shot of hot sauces? It's not a good hot sauce, it's found in cafeterias and other boring restaurants, it squirts out of the bottle so long as you handle said bottle in an uncomfortable way, it shows no imagination in craft, and you wind up dealing with it anyway because the meal provided is otherwise insipid.
( The material under this cut-link is completely NSFW. I would like you to click on it, so please wait until you get home. Sorry, there are no pictures. )
I wrote some other stuff over the weekend, but most of it is unfinished from lack of concentration. I gotta sleep now or the mucus monsters will steal my brain.
-swallows come back to Nixon's estate, Dante
