My mornings are always interesting when I work on Saturdays.

Me:   Oh jeez... what are you looking at...

Coworker Dara: Drag Queens ha ha ha! There's no better way to start your morning than drag-queens!

Me:   That's... not entirely true.

Coworker Dara: Ha ha ha! Yes!

Me:   Can I quote you on that?

Coworker Dara: Yes.

I love that "normal" is pretty much empty of substantive meaning now when it comes to the people around me. So much more fun this way.

Yes I remember I have this blog. Yes I don't update it very frequently. Mostly because my life is pretty packed full of less exciting things.

In other news; 
I asked a girl to marry me, and for some reason that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to fathom, she said yes.

Super fucking pumped about that. Like this pumped ->

Apocalypse... maybe not?

Hey! The world didn't end! Hooray!

The best news headline on T.V. this morning was something like;

'Believers disappointed apocalypse doesn't come.'

Which made me laugh out loud, cause I mean really? You're disappointed everyone's not dead, civilazation stands for a little while longer, and the planet isn't cracking in half? Jerk faces!

But we're all still here! Kinda...

Because I'm bored.

Everyone's watching the wedding for the new Duchess of Cambridge. The frenzy over her dress was amusing at the very least. While interesting, I'm just trolling the internets mostly since well everyone else is busy.

I also may have not signed in to this blog in like six months. So yeah. Oops.

Started rereading the Lord of the Rings books again, but I'm starting with the Hobbit of course. One of my favorite passages is still as follows;

"Good Morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
"What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once," said Bilbo. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. ...
"Good morning!" he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water." By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
"What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!" said Gandalf. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off."

Early to rise... why?

It's 6:50 in Christmas Eve.

WHY AM I AWAKE?!?

Stupid body, go back to sleep! I was up late last night and everything too! Grrrrr....

A heavy cross, to bear on your own.

All the rainy nights, the coldest of days,
you're moments ago, but seconds away,
The principle of Nature, it's true but, it's a cruel world,

I've just had this song stuck in my head all day, especially this section of verse so I'm blogging it. Cause I'm bored. And it's something to do. So there.

Present shopping is being difficult at present... anyone have any requests?

Brain tangent overload.

Here I am flipping through books and journal articles trying to hunt down yet another reference I seem to have misplaced when from nowhere, I am struck by inspiration.

It's truly sad my inspirational a-ha moment of the day has such very little to do with anything resembling a useful thought.

What struck my sleep deprived caffeine addled brain you ask? Which of her manifold and unfathomable mysteries did our shy lady universe finally reveal to me you demand? What for the love of god did he smite into thine brain!?!

I finally realized where I'd seen the actress playing Coach Beiste in Glee before, in the movie Boondock Saints.

Yeah.
I know.
Pathetic.

And really freakin' random.

To show how even MORE of a mess I think I'm becoming at present, and also cause it's damn funny to me (I will reference the lack of sleep in the future as I disavow any responsibilities I may subsequently inherit by smacking you too hard with stupid. Plus, it's not like I'm reaching through the screen holding your head still with one hand while I keep your eye forced open and make you read this either. And so ends one long ass parenthetical.) I'm appending something I related in an email with regards to words I stated out loud to an empty apartment while cracking my knuckles like shit just got serious...

"Okay, I'm out of encounter powers, didn't get a short rest after the last battle, I've hit up my second wind, I'm spending two actions every round just to maintain effects, and I'm bloodied to boot. But I've got me a temp hp bubble from my potion of caffeine, a +2 bonus to all my defenses, and an automatic pure fucking grit damaging aura up for anything that wants to go mano-e-mano with me, and I've still gots me an action point ready to go.

I'm totally gonna smack you Mr. essay-beast back into submission, you hear me essay?!?

Roll for initiative bitch."

Sigh... back to reality.

Braggadocio - MC Frontalot

Of poop and santa.

Today is the Santa Claus parade, and the route just happens to pass right outside where I work. Sunday's are usually busy here for us, but it's been interesting to say the least. Especially since nice and early in the day some poor little baby did an oopsies in the pool and it'll be closed for the busiest day for swimming lessons.

HOORAY!

It's been AWESOME today.