Halloween is over. Sadness.

I don’t know that I’d ever get a tattoo on my hand. It seems like that’d be pretty painful. I would like a new tattoo though.

Maybe a new tattoo can be my reward to myself for achieving that thing that I’ve been working on for the last few weeks.

Probably not, though.

Dude. It’s not “Orwellian-like,” it’s just “Orwellian.”

Stop politicizing Halloween. Stop ruining everything.

Man I miss the 70s. And 80s. And some of the 90s.

Man. Now it’ll be nothing but Christmas Christmas Christmas til fricking January. SIGH.

I just read this article and feel like I walked in on the middle of a conversation and then quietly slipped away when I was not invited to join.

Evidently you’re supposed to click through to the original. I hate websites that do that. Very much.

Bleah. My cheeks and nose are wind burned from trick or treating. ouch.

Wow. He was joking about taking half her candy.

I am not a lineman for the county.

It must be exhausting to be so full of hate and rage all the time.

I really do not love Sammy Hagar.

I’m skullking.

Oh Dear God what if –

I wish they’d just call. Or email. Or SOMETHING.

This is driving me crazy.

You don’t actually get high from that. Just so you know.

Oh right. Cos we need yet another microbrew in Michigan. Whatever. Generate some cashflow for the economy.


I just don’t care for beer.

This is just plain awesome. Homeschool FTW.

Well, it’s simple, I’ll give you that.

Wait. What? How am I not in the system as a publisher for this damn thing?


I call bullshit.

One sleeve down, the second in progress. The end is in sight. I might be able to wear this sweater before the end of the year after all!!

Yes. The answer is “yes.” The answer is not “It SHOULD be this way blah blah blah.” The answer is “yes.”

I need to stop looking at the internet right now.

Or you could just ignore me and then shit won’t get done. That works too.

I should read, but I just can’t seem to get into anything lately.


I’m pretty sure that doesn’t qualify as Nazi propaganda. Settle down.


So many phone calls.

I’m in completely the wrong frame of mind.

No, you can’t hang more than one flier in my building.

This is silly.

I am ridiculous.

I make a mean quiche.

Day after day after day after day …


I think I’ll wait to poke the publish button for just a tiny while.

Oh God. The Christmassing has already begun. I can’t take it.

Take the survey. Ok. I guess.

I’m starting to think that she’s not going to publish that pattern.

I really don’t think it matters as long as you’re consistent.

Crap, I forgot about my tea.

Hello treadmill and Netflix.

They all start with W?

That’s not what I said.

363 days, 5 hours, 28 minutes, 17 seconds til halloween.