This is just something I've been messing with lately. The idea is that I can email these little snippets to my site, and then you people can read them. These will, in theory, be stupid things that aren't worth a real blog entry.
SkinMy new camcorder comes with a preset for "skin." Just what kind of footage does it think I'm going to shoot?MaybeMaybe a nice beer in my garage will help turn my sleep schedule back the right way.PointyA damn pointy kitty just waltzed into my garage like it owned the place. I scared it away, so it must have been female.SometimesSometimes, things are funny. Somewhat less often, I'm one of those things.NowOccupying Long John Silver's.Occupying......this oil-change place.ShitI don't trust items advertised on TV as not sold in stores. It seems to me that, if it wasn't a piece of shit, at least one store would be selling it.Old...and sometimes I see the old man I'll become.KidSometimes I look in a mirror and I see the little kid I used to be...Harvey Jr.
MeanieSo there.ReapSome people reap exactly what they sow. Those people have no right to complain, they only have an opportunity to re-evaluate. Most of the time, they'll do no such thing.StoborThey're restless tonight.GlaringSometimes it's fun. Sometimes.Occupying......my garage with zombie Picklepie.ReallyI'm just really embarrassed by the whole thing.ConfusedI'm so confused. I came home, got my shovel and a garbage bag, went to the road, scooped Picklepie into the garbage bag, took him to the woods, dug a hole, buried him, almost cried but didn't, and then went into my house. Then, when I walked from my kitchen to my office, I saw Picklepie out on my deck. I gave him some food and petted him. Like I hadn't just buried him or anything.ConfusedI buried him in my woods, then he showed up on my deck for some food. I'm happy and relieved and confused. Apparently I buried an identical cat.FittingI just drank a toast of Dead Guy for Picklepie.RIP, Picklepie
LeastI may be an asshole now, but at least I'm an invincible asshole.Good timesOccupying my el-cheapo plastic furniture in my garage. Enjoying a yummy Marzen. Glaring at my phone.MetaphoricalStanding on the diving board of silliness, about to dive into the pool of stupidity, hoping I don't smash into the shallow bottom of retardation.Fort Collins Chocolate Stout(bottle) Very dark brown. Nice tan head. Aroma of malts. Fairly creamy mouthfeel. Malty and chocolatey flavor. Very good.RhetoricalWell, wasn't that special?
