Up Your Dates
Mar. 9th, 2006 02:11 pmDespite some odd bug on Tuesday, I'm not dead. I slept nearly 30 hours out of 36, but I'm not dead.
Yesterday I helped
kubshadow on his thesis in sociology involving bears; it was a fascinating 90 minute interview and made me rethink some long-held beliefs about beardom. In fact, I may have made the switch to post-bear. Or to Ursus Superior. I'm not sure.
"It's beardom, Jim, but not as we know it."
Afterwards I caught a train with
kubshadow back to his house where we relaxed, ate a spot of dinner, and smoked the peace pipe. I had a few beers and kicked back to watch Noein, an anime currently on air in Japan that Cartoon Network will probably butcher in a year's time. Jim picked me up around nine, and Mike had stashed a tasty Chicken Gyro in the microwave as supper.
Such thoughtful men I love.
Anyway, I plowed into that gyro like I was Unicron giving Cybertron a rimjob (colorful, eh?) and I then proceeded to demolish several innocent Little Debbie cakes that couldn't escape my Gojira-like food inhalation. Mercifully for the Cherry Cordials, sleep fell.
*thunk*
I woke up, dressed, slaughtered the ritual goat, yadda, yadda. Work has been unremarkable save for the fact that my assistant was absent again (she was in a car accident this time; am I evil for wanting proof?), which is fine by me as she tends to complicate things. She's more of a "resistant" than "assistant". Regardless, work has not been hideous or dehumanizing.
Much.
Tonight I need to drag a huge box of Micronauts to the Vault of Tomorrow so we can clean and prepare the house for BurbBears Movie Night tomorrow. I'll clean some and then drag the boys out with me,
bigbadwoof and
gryphonbear to look at some granola crunchy New Age bookstores. Mainly I'm going because I want to learn to throw lightning bolts.
I mean, what good is magick if you can't throw lightning bolts?
Until later.
Yesterday I helped
"It's beardom, Jim, but not as we know it."
Afterwards I caught a train with
Such thoughtful men I love.
Anyway, I plowed into that gyro like I was Unicron giving Cybertron a rimjob (colorful, eh?) and I then proceeded to demolish several innocent Little Debbie cakes that couldn't escape my Gojira-like food inhalation. Mercifully for the Cherry Cordials, sleep fell.
*thunk*
I woke up, dressed, slaughtered the ritual goat, yadda, yadda. Work has been unremarkable save for the fact that my assistant was absent again (she was in a car accident this time; am I evil for wanting proof?), which is fine by me as she tends to complicate things. She's more of a "resistant" than "assistant". Regardless, work has not been hideous or dehumanizing.
Much.
Tonight I need to drag a huge box of Micronauts to the Vault of Tomorrow so we can clean and prepare the house for BurbBears Movie Night tomorrow. I'll clean some and then drag the boys out with me,
I mean, what good is magick if you can't throw lightning bolts?
Until later.
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Date: 2006-03-09 09:03 pm (UTC)I prefer energy orbs. Less messy and greater accuracy
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Date: 2006-03-09 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-09 10:52 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2006-03-10 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-12 05:58 am (UTC)I'm afraid to see what he'll do to tie in the muppets in future posts. ;)