nobody here but us chickens

Author: AntiJenX (page 1 of 106)

Random Wednesday

Maybe you should just stop smelling like something.

I thought “hacks” were supposed to save time.

It’s tiny Twix season!!

Holy shit, this is in Grand Rapids? Man. This house is amazing. Except for that hot tub.

I wouldn’t really want to live there though.

This Mindhunter show is pretty good.

That seems like an awfully easy way to get strangled.

“Somebody needs to slap the Ghram cracker taste out of his mouth!”

What does that even mean??

Why does my mouth taste like blood?

Most people don’t live their lives making sure they always have an alibi.

The DNA test to find out about your ancestry seems cool and tempting and all. But I bet it’s really a super secret government conspiracy to collect a vast DANA registry of American citizens.

I’m not really a joiner.

It all depends on how you’re defining the terms.

Old Goat for lunch, Old Dog for dinner. I feel like tomorrow might be trying to tell me something.

I would go see ZZ Top live. That’d be a good show.

Dude. Just get a mug from the kitchen. Stop opening your thermos to pour your stupid beverage into the tiny cup that doubles as a lid. You’re obnoxious.

Gah. I’m just torturing myself with this. I need to stop looking.

I’m going to have to plug in the ear buds or this day is going to irritate me to the point of rage.

It’s official. I just don’t love the new The National album. Sadness.

I was just sitting here thinking “Oh no! Doom! I’ve forgotten my lunch!” Then I remembered that my wonderful student staff got me food gift cards for boss’ day so I’m totally covered! Yay!

I think you might be the most beta of all the beta males I have ever encountered.



Why does my back hurt? It’s not even like normal back pain. It’s like side back pain.

Eh. We get that question all the time.

I like the theme song for Mindhunter.

I need someone like Jason Hill or Nick Cave and Warren Ellis or Buffy era Christophe Beck or Mark Snow to compose a soundtrack for my life. That’d be the coolest thing ever.

Instead, this is the soundtrack of my life right now.

Excuse me while I quietly sob in my cube.


That was such a great conversation!

That’s the problem with being hydrated.

Sorry, Quantico. I was hooked for a minute. But beating me over the head with your SJW evil rethuglicans strike again! conspiracy nonsense was just annoying.

Underwear ain’t cheap, pal.

The internet is an awful place.

The internet is a wonderful place.

I think I need a break from the world.

This is really interesting. Also I had completely forgotten about that film and now I kinda want to watch it again.


“It’s hard to be a Spock in a world full of McCoys.” Story. Of. My. Life. Now that’s a tee that I need in my wardrobe. For real.

I should thin out my tee collection. Again.



The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

40.52 coraline ~ neil gaiman

(theme – halloween)


year fifteen – Some people are born to use a chainsaw, others have chainsaws thrust upon them.

Happy Anniversary, Old Man.


Random Wednesday

Huh. Not what I expected to find when I walked into work this morning. Thanks so much.

Sorry I’m so boring. Sheesh.

“You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun, you go out there.”

“Exploring human-robot communication.” Do you want to get Skynet? Because this is how you get Skynet.

There’s a “not-racist” handbook? Huh.

Wait. How are stirrup pants back??

“Tell us your throughts!”


Holy shit. Finally. A universal translator. So flipping cool.

Person being friendly: “Cheers!” (as a greeting)
Person who is basically a dick: “Ta what?!?!”

I think the phrase “destination wedding” is dumb. That shouldn’t even be a thing.

Also I’m so incredibly sick of hearing about your wedding. Like seriously. Stop.

A Jesus reference! I did not think that would happen.

I hate it when October feels like June.

If anything, watching Supernatural all the way through a second time has just made me love it more.

I may just start over on a third round. It sure makes the treadmill time pass quickly.

Man. Mick was really starting to grow on me. All that character development just to croak him.

‘Cept his facial hair. His weird stubble was kind of awful.

Dude. Judy Dench has a Harvey Weinstein tattoo on her ASS. WTF. And also that is a special kind of hilarious, really.

I don’t know how long I can keep my fingers crossed, really. I need a distraction.

Yeah, but that’s not entirely true. Schumpeter also said that capitalism would eventually consume itself. So. You know. There’s that.

No. I’m not it. Stop tagging me.

OK, I’m seriously lost, Quantico. Your second season is just a leetle bit over the top.

I don’t know. I think if you’ve been sexually assaulted in some way you kind of have a moral obligation to say something. I know how difficult that is. Life ain’t easy, chickens.

I wish you would all stop complaining about this rainy day. It’s glorious.

I wish you would all stop complaining about GMOs. They have saved countless lives, and are not actually harming you in any way.

I wish you all would just calm the hell down about pretty much everything. Ever.

Sammiches for everyone!

Don’t you have an office you can go to?

I really don’t care if your produce is hand sliced. That’s not really a selling point.

I don’t understand people who leave the tea bag in their tea while they’re drinking it.

One wonders why no one ever does anything about it then.

Now you can’t even share fruit with people.

How do you repair a broken jack-o-lantern?

I’m trying to decide if I should take that as a good sign or not. I don’t want to get my hopes up.

It’s just all willy nilly in here. Drives me crazy.

“delivered in a terribly genteel typeface” God, what snobs you are.

I don’t feel bad about judging people who knew what was going on or experienced what was going on who didn’t say anything. Someone should have done something.

I typed some stuff then deleted it. You don’t need to know what it was.

So many hypocrites in the world. So very many hypocrites.

Fuggit. Done talking about this. Hollywood can go screw itself.

You’re ruining my Random. I need a palate cleanser.

You never stop talking and you’re not even saying anything.

I’m pretty sure this is because of the medication. I’m pretty sure I’m not actually getting sick.

Wow. I wish I had that kind of disposable cash.

Course if I did, I’d just dispose of it in ridiculous ways. And that’s silly.

Maybe being poor is OK. Keeps you grounded. Or something.

But will they still be called Boy Scouts?

Are the Girl Scouts going to let boys in?

Will they merge and just be Scouts?


Stop using sticky notes, people. Stop. Stop Stop Stop.

Maybe I need a donut. And some cider. It’s a perfect day for donuts and cider.


That chick is treacherous.

Also I totally forgot about Bonnie.

I’m feeling kind of super crappy. DAMMIT.

I feel like pizza would be good.

I’m not even editing this. I’m too tired.

I just don’t think that chick is a very good actress.


You should really rethink that mustache, dude.


I don’t think I’d be a very good spy.

But I’d be a damn good looking one.


My mood to burn bridges is not unlike my mood to dig ditches. Don’t cross me on either a-day.

39.52 (mood to burn bridges ~ neko case)

theme – halloween


Random Wednesday

Ahh, that new Doc blister.

Sigh. OUCH.

“For all its flaws, the Communist revolution taught Chinese women to dream big …” All its flaws? Really? Like the actual millions of people that were murdered? Flaws?



Supernatural never mentions Jesus in all the Chuck storylines. I find that interesting.

“Sometimes we keep monsters in the back.”

I wonder how they know how much the gum on the wall weighs.

Why doesn’t God have a name like Amara does? I am enjoying this season as much as I did the first time.

These boys sure get hit over the head a lot. Seems like they’d have some pretty serious concussion consequences by now.

You are most like Abraham Lincoln! History isn’t just a hobby for you, it helps you when you are faced with important decisions. Your beliefs are never shaken even when you are faced with great adversity. You are able to sympathize with the less fortunate without feeling above them. You believe freedom and unity to be the highest virtues.

Man, do I love this tiny window.

I hate it when my feet are hot.

The passionate man is an unreliable man.” YES! Yes yes yes yes yes. Is there anything worse than emotional legislation? We need more Vulcan-Human hybrids, like me, in office.

I wasn’t sure about this outfit til I walked down for a cider this morning. Then I just felt so good about myself as I was walking. I look fantastic today, dammit.

I wore a skeleton dress yesterday and one of the students I love said I looked like Abby from NCIS and that that was awesome.

October was made just for me.

Just wish my head didn’t hurt. And I can’t even take anything. boo.

I have to say, Supernatural season 12 has not been my favorite so far.

It’s so loud in here.

How long is she going to complain at that volume? I mean honestly.

66 days to form a new habit. Hmm. Well. I’m about 4 days in. Just keep swimming I guess.

Maybe I’ll have that second cup of tea after all.

I feel like I want to brush my teeth.

I have no idea what I’m eating for lunch. As usual.

Call a taxidermist.

I don’t think I’m willing to trust the cafe’s meatloaf.

Enforcing the rules does not make me the devil. Dammit.

So wait, is this baby not, then, the Anti-Christ?

I found you an alternative. You can’t say thank you?

OMG. Stop with the “sportsball.” You’re not witty. You’re not funny. You’re just kind of a hipster douche. And I am saying that as someone who is not sports fan.

The San Juan mayor is kind of cracking me up with her t shirts.

I’m not super digging having Mary Winchester back.

I dunno. Shit accumulates when you’ve been in one place for 5 1/2 years.

Liberalism is white supremacy?” Are you even serious? Of course you are. I work at a university. I know.

This is a poem my friend Brent shared today and it is beautiful and breaks your heart just a bit.

That’s a lot of samples. Surely that’s impressive.


I love these cheap Meijer bracelets.

I do not love these earbuds.

This day deserves a bowl of Count Chocula.

Evidently as long as I can watch Supernatural while on the treadmill, I can jog for longer periods before I have to switch back to walking. Good to know.

We gotta visit that alligator farm.

I’m digging this fella. He started following me on Insta, so I checked him out. Good album. He’s probably unfollowed me by now. People tend to.

I’m not very interesting.

I’m not ordering David Lynch coffee.

Yep. Definitely a migraine. Whee.





You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me.

38.52 proven guilty ~ jim butcher

(theme – halloween)


Random Wednesday

That’s quite a drive.

No grad school? I’m gonna figure out this whole A line skirt business. Dammit. And a whole list of other crap I need to get done that I would not have had time for.

Now on to sleeve city. whee.

Hey that’s a fingernail.

Hey that’s my fingernail.

I should finish this Jonathan Haidt book. I’ve only been reading it for two years. Ish.

Phrase I’m already thoroughly sick of: “take a knee,” and variations thereof.

OMG I just don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.

People like this woman should probably seek professional psychiatric help. This level of attention seeking hysterical fear mongering is pathological.

Forget what I said about that house last week. I want this one.

Damn. There go my lunch plans. Now what.

No grad school … I should definitely write a book.

I guess I’ll get a sandwich.

This has been stuck in my head for days and I have no idea why.

OK, intrigued. Also helps that I have a ridiculous crush on Thomas Jane, despite his weird shoe thing.

Donuts!!! Thanks, Pop!

Well great. There’s a giant mess to clean up. Dammit. I don’t even know how the hell or what the hell even happened with this.

Well. There’s a plus anyway.

Statistics. SO helpful.

Dude. That is so lame. Tell me I get the free stuff then tell me just kidding it’s out of stock. Lame!

This is quite possibly the biggest knitting malfunction I have ever had. It’s salvageable, but so seriously a giant pain in the ass. Frustrating as hell, and my back is killing me from being hunched over these tiny tiny stitches.

In this shitty chair.

With my shitty posture.

Eat a donut, jentober.

I tried to read through it, but my eyes just immediately tried to close for to sleep.

Crap. crap crap crap. CRAP.

There is no way sailors in the U.S. Navy in 194whatever would have been allowed to have those beards. They really should have had clean shaven actors for that episode.

Look at this fancy empty notebook.

That spreadsheet is notable in how completely unhelpful it is. Thanks so much.

Slow ass, kinda unreliable way to kill somebody.

But what do I know?

Maybe I’ll just take the laptop home today. Work on this there. SINCE I DON’T HAVE ANY HOMEWORK!!!!!

looked just like him, but littler

“The United States Congress should pass a law requir-” Let me stop you right there.

I don’t encourage very many people to go to college.

Oh it was Order of the Good Death, not Death Salon.

I kind of wish I had some coffee right now. I don’t even know why.

I’m so happy it’s finally cooling down. I see you lurking, 80 degree day next week. You better not show your face.

I brought this sweater home, but I just don’t know if I have the energy to deal with this damn sleeve.

God I got sucked into FB scrolling for far too long there.

I don’t know why I comment. I should never comment.

Ready. To. Move. On. PLEASE.

I should have become a mechanic.

My next camera. Probably.

How do you want to be remembered?

That is definitely some fall light out there in the back 40.

Damn. My knee is not happy today at all.

OK. This sleeve is not going to knit itself. Alas.


And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don’t know.

37.52 carry on wayward son ~ kansas

(theme – calm)

I’ve spent the month of September as one great big giant ball of anxiety, which started, I think, with the trip to the migraine specialist, and ended with the realization yesterday that grad school is a big fat giant mistake. I didn’t even realize until this week just how UNcalm I was internally. Though outside I was a remarkable picture of restraint. This is me, completely frazzled, having just made the decision to throw in the towel. I didn’t even realize my phone was in my pocket until I was back in the house. (And it was eleventy hundred degrees outside and I was not about to go re-shoot.) My hair is a disaster. My phone is on display. My reading glasses are on my head. But I’m finding some calm. Maybe not some zen, but definitely some calm.


Random Wednesday

Which I totally typed as Ransom Wednesday.

Which gives me ideas.

You may recognize that first photo from Tom Waits’ Ran Dogs album. If you’re a Waits fan, like myself.

It’s not my favorite Waits album, but it has one of my favorite Waits songs on it.

Spies? Spires? Who knows?

Gah this guy’s voice is so irritating. Chop off his head already.

I am just not feelin’ grad school at all, chickens. I don’t know if I have it in me.

I am just not built for this heat. WHERE IS MY FALL WEATHER?

I have always hated September. Also January. And March. Those are my three least favorite months.

Lunch with Pop.

wish i had a head for math so i could

That is some serious bullshit. Unfortunately it is also not remotely surprising.

Aw look at my tiny fridge! I should paint it to look like the TARDIS.

Cos I have that kind of time.

Or talent.

I prolly should just post this tomorrow.

Yes. Yes, that is wise.

My hair hurts.

Seems like it’d be hard to swim in those tails.

Also that video was making me dizzy.

Can someone bring me a Sweetwaters or a Dunkin donut and also a caramel apple cider from Biggby? Extra hot? With zip? I will love you forever and be your very best friend. Kthanksbye

Shut up, Outlook. I do not have two unread messages. Filthy liar.

Why still no eye roll response, FB? Are you afraid it’s the only one people will ever use?

Because you can never hear this enough times.

Who wants to take me to see the National in a few weeks? Anyone?

You could stop talking any time now, and it would be totally OK with me.

Ugh. Stomach. Ugh.

I always want to add an e to stomach. Stomache.

I’m pretty sure I’ve said that before.



That seems like an awfully personal question.


That does sound like a pretty awesome job, actually. I think I’d really enjoy that.

And now we wait.

Yes, I did just skip Evil Woman.

Sometimes a girl just is not in the mood.

I always answered the differently worded, but asking essentially the same thing, questions the same. That’s why I always get the “you’re an inhuman Vulcan with your crazy logic” result on those tests. The INTJ thinger thingies.

“[M]any respondents are making up their opinions – or at least editing and modifying them – as they go through the questionnaire.”

OK yeah. I’m totally OK with that. As far as ridiculous memes go.

Oh I love this house. Let’s pick it up and move it to the Compound. Of course some serious remodeling is in order. That kitchen is tiny and awful. And just say no to dropped ceilings, people.

Evidently I don’t know how to spell surveillance.

I need a cool necklace that I can wear every day that has a hidden camera in it. Can somebody help me out with that?

Here we go. I’d totally wear this watch necklace.  OK, no, it’s actually a bit larger than I’d prefer. I was thinking something more locket sized.

Yeah, I’m probably never going back.

Well maybe I am the Anti-Christ. In that case, I ought to be able to snap my bloody fingers and crush you all. Jerks.

“Tell me what you want to do …” No. Stop being so bossy. It’s none of your business, Outlook!

Yeah, that just seems messy. This is a bad idea.

I love my little fridge.

I need another power strip.

I wish Matt Berninger would cut his damn hair. He looks so much better with short hair.

How the hell did I end up with all these Combos, Allison? You want me to get fatter, don’t you?

now you’re messin with a

general chronic awareness

I do love a good poncho.

I don’t even know where that is.

I didn’t want to go to your stupid meeting anyway.

DEAR GOD stop making that noise. I may vomit.

I’m pretty sure that that is not a reliable test of IQ.

I don’t think anyone has ever called me striking before. So that was nice.

This is not as funny as I was hoping it would be at all.


OK. OK OK OK OK. I’ll just take my evil and go home.

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