Television screens are a damn lot harder to smash than I ever would have thought. I took four swings at it with Huitzilopotchli Broadbent (that’s my baseball bat) and it wasn’t even cracked. Wade took a couple swings too and it did not care. It wasn’t until we smashed the frame and came at it from behind that we finally were able to break glass.

From that point on the thing was a wuss, so when the televisions rise against us, don’t make the mistake of going for the screen. Unless it was just that model that had an unusually solid glass covering… I may have to do more research.

Haiku!

Got no ovaries.
I’ll just have to live with that.
Until I buy some.

I was certain we were done with the snow here was over and done with, but we must’ve got seventy-five metres worth today. Or something. At any rate we got a lot of snow and I didn’t expect it. Between this keeping me from wanting to go outside and yesterday being a holiday so most everything was closed I may have to write this weekend off as sub-mediocre. Except for that television-smashing. That was cool.

I have been doing a little better with having a social life this last week or two. Only a little, but anything is improvement. Now to do something about my work ethic (that is for things other than my job) and I will have it goin’ on.

Today is the one where Kip and I saw Pan’s Labrynth. I recommend it, even though it had no David Bowie in it.

I am 100% certain that I am the first person on the Internet to make a Bowie reference with relation to Pan’s Labrynth. One. Hundred. Percent. I am so sure that I’m not even going to check all the rest of the Internet to be sure. I just know.

Haiku!

Ewoks are coming.
They intend to overthrow.
Our reign is over.

For the record, I got into the bank the other day and they found nothing wrong with my account. I’m going to have to get in touch with the credit card people or something. I don’t know…

I do a lot of crossword puzzles at work (it keeps the mind off of how much of my life is being wasted) and a few weeks ago I came across a puzzler. The clue was “Fictional Character in the Marvel Comics Universe.” Now this is the sort of thing I ought to know. I may not know much when it all comes down to it, but this? This is my niche. But I didn’t get it. It was three letters and the middle one was “P”. The only thing that could fit would be Ape. And while there is a character named Ape (this Morlock in a toque who, if I remember correctly was a shapeshifter) there’s no way in heck he’s making it into a crossword. Especially one made for the South Shore of Nova Scotia’s Out and About section. But last night I saw the answers. It was “Ape”. What the chunks? Honestly?

Ah well. Good for Ape, I guess. Too bad I’m pretty sure he’s dead in the comics. But c’est la vie.

Haiku!

It’s a big bullet.
Shot from the world’s biggest gun.
It can break your soul.

Watched the Strangers With Candy movie yesterday. I had seen some people on the Internet complaining about it, but I liked it. People on the Internet complain too much. And we’ve been watching downloads of Duckman lately too. There’s a show that deserves to be on DVD.

Reoun an rtehr. Abg bein tkin afhbk ah, tba ggmibm, atihn inuin. R aybiyn fhgahiun jghb’jo. Uhubn nhbybuanhb. But what can you do?

And that’s it for now.

The ringtone for my cellular telephone is “I Wanna Be Sedated”. I play music on my computer while I sleep. Last night I woke up enough to realize I was hearing “I Wanna Be Sedated”, but it was my computer, not my phone. Confused the ‘eck outta me at the time.

Haiku!

Mirror Universe.
Here evil people are good.
It’s a nice planet.

At least once a week I turn into a Werefish. At least I assume I do. Probably it happens when I’m not paying attention. I have nothing to prove otherwise.

Ah, that’s it. Screw the whole thing.

With my posting habits, this one may be my last of this year. I’ll hope not, but I have to admit, it’s totally likely. In that case:

Haiku!

BAM! You got punched, bitch!
I hope you totally cry!
That’s what you get! BITCH!

I’m going to have three days off this week. In a freakin’ row. Awesome. Perhaps this is sad compared to some people’s Christmas holidays (especially all those unholy undeserving uncool little “children” people.), but hey, I’m pleased with having three days off. In a row.

And I don’t want to say much about the new year just yet, but this is one thing I must add:

Ape Slave Training Manual.

In other news, I’m up well past my bed time, and I’m likely to regret it. That’s not as cool.