What an annoying, aggravating day. Nothing has gone right, and I feel like the hours have been mostly wasted. I’ve been in a shitty mood the last few days for various reasons — none of which I feel like sharing — but I’ve finally calmed down. A trip to Tim Horton’s and some solid writing usually have that effect on me. I’m about 4,000 words into a new story, one that I feel really good about. Two other stories are currently submitted to various publications. Maybe I’ll get lucky.
I’m having shrimp for dinner, so that will also help improve my mood. If I had to label one food as ambrosia, it might be those tasty little crustaceans.
FearFest is tonight at King’s Island, which will either be fun or just piss me off again. Time will tell. Ordering the tickets was almost enough to make me put my fist through the monitor. So yeah, a big “fuck you” to Paramount and whatever “Canada’s Wonderland” is.
In other news, Battlestar Galactica is the greatest show ever. Watching the season premier at Jason’s house last night was great fun. Nick was there, and David would have been there, but he had better things to do, like a woman. We’re considering having these little soirees somewhat regularly. But if we do, they need a name. My vote is for “Frak Night.” It’s catchy, activity-oriented, and fun to say.
Y’know, I’m ready to just say “fuck it all” and become a hermit. Spending my days on a little boat somewhere in the Caribbean, with the sun on my face and a laptop in front of me, sounds better and better every day.
JAB
9 Responses to “TOO MUCH”
frak. as in veronica mars. yay.
I think you’de be the least creepy hermit ever if you lived on a boat. In fact I think you wouldn’t be called a hermit at all, instead you would be an dubbed eccentric.
Oh damnit, fix my word flip please.
Hello hello hello; what’s all this then?!
Looks like you need some things cleared up, Mister Cranky McNeedsanap!
First: Ambrosia is a mixture of marshmallows, fluff, madarin oranges and it’s the only food that I will not under any circumstances try. Why? Maybe because it’s marshmallows, fluff and oranges mixed together. Nonetheless, I think the words you were looking for were “really good”, as in “If I had to label one food as “Really good”, it would be those tasty crustaceans.”
Also, now that the Mortal Kombat thing has pretty much ruined spelling things with a “C”, I’m gonna need you to go ahead and spell it “Krustaceans”, mainly because I said so.
Secondly…Battlestar Galactica is not the greatest show ever. No, no, stay in your seat. I don’t need objections about how my opinion is just my opinion, because I’m goddamn right here. Do you see me writing “Battlestar Galactica Interludes”? No, no you don’t. Do you and I yell “Go team Galactica” and do a little gay high-five with our index and middle fingers? No, no you don’t. And you know why? Because Venture Brothers and Star Trek: TNG are better than your precious Battlestar.
Oh, and also lesbian porn is better too.
Lastly, while I am sorry you had a bad day, unless you sit down and tell me what exactly happened, it will only ruin your days to come. Is someone pissing you off? Let’s break into his or her house and remove their skin in inch-sized rings, starting at their extremeties! Is an organization pissing you off? Let’s fly an airplane into it and jump out at the last second! Is something else entirely pissing you off? Let’s kill it, regardless of whether or not it’s even a living thing!
Okay, I’m going to watch some GGW now.
Lindsey: Yes, frak was mentioned in VM, but it originated in Battlestar. It’s a fun word to use, and probably drives the censors crazygonuts.
Sarah: Well, slap my ass and call me Charlie, I can’t believe you actually commented! That’s awesome!
Hermit, eccentric — call me whatever, but it still sounds awesome. And no, your word flip stands.
Nathan: Your comment is soooo long, and I am soooo lazy.
First: Actually, since there is documented evidence that Jesus & Co. ate shrimp at the Last Supper, that clearly makes it ambrosia.
Second: You make very good arguments, but I still stand by what I said. ST:TNG and VB are great, especially the latter, but for my money storytelling doesn’t get any more gripping and electric than on BSG. And I’d buy that for a dollar.
Lastly, my mood has improved greatly. There’s no single one thing to rend asunder; lots of little things that when mixed with the stress of starting a new job just sucked. All is well now.
Oh yeah, lesbian porn is pretty frakking sweet.
JAB
I’ll beat you for a dollar; how’s that sound? Fucker.
Oh, I’d say it sounds pretty I’d like to fucking see you try!
JAB
You and all the fucking ugly-ass women (read: all of them) from BSG can feel free to face off in a “You Got Served”-style danceoff against me, Worfina, and Ministerbot 11. We will PWN YOU!
So it’ll be me and some good lookin’ bitches (they all become more attractive in later episodes; the miniseries was really not the best thing to get you excited about the show in terms of quality and intrigue) versus you and the Gay Troupe, eh?
No, my friend — it is we who shall deliver the pwnage to you.
JAB
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