(theme – cozy)
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.
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.
where the wild roses grow – nick cave & kylie minogue
runnin’ with the devil – van halen
the house of the rising sun – the animals
impaler – spinnerette
werewolves of london – warren zevon
evil woman – electric light orchestra
ghost riders in the sky – johnny cash
welcome to my nightmare – alice cooper
psycho killer – talking heads
baby did a bad, bad thing – chris isaak
i put a spell on you – screamin’ jay hawkins
lil’ red riding hood – sam the sham and the pharaohs
rawhead and bloody bones – siouxsie and the banshees
heavy in your arms – florence and the machine
love song for a vampire – annie lennox
far from any road – the handsome family
haunted – poe
your ghost – kristin hersh featuring michael stipe
once upon a dream – lana del rey
fresh blood – the eels
carmina burana – carl orff
the funeral – band of horses
season of the witch – joan jett
star witness – neko case
pet sematary – the ramones
murder in the red barn – tom waits
psycho – beasts of bourbon
everyday is halloween – ministry
no costume, no candy – the swingin’ neckbreakers
No, I’m being serious.
Yeah, pretty much me.
Yeah, thanks. Not especially interested in being fodder for your novel weird wannabe author dude.
On the other hand, I’d love to appear in one of my friend Marko’s novels. Or a Gaiman. Or a Nesbo. Or or or.
So many people with a savior complex lately.
I don’t need to be saved. I’m just not a people person.
I dreamed I was driving and driving. It was so real. And awful. I have no idea where I was going. I was probably dreaming about my commute. How depressing.
That’s incredibly poorly written.
Your email is entirely too long.
Pretty sure that whole “your argument is irrelevant” schtick is dead now. You can let it go.
I just went through the list asking “why am I friends with you?” and poking “unfriend” quite a lot. And it was good.
I am never going to finish reading this article and it’s time to admit defeat.
I have knit the body of this sweater two and a half times. As much as I hate sleeves, I’m dying to get to the sleeves.
I wish the water in this city didn’t taste so bad.
That should say it “reads” not “says.”
“And it seems to me a good way to encourage respect for the culture is to let the kid dress up as the character. When we can imagine ourselves as other people, we gain empathy for them.”
biting my tongue biting my tongue biting my tongue
OMG use regarding. Stop using in regards to. It’s just annoying as hell.
Yes, I am taking notes by hand at the web users group meeting. Unironically.
I typed gingers instead of fingers, which is a very very different thing, indeed. Cross all your gingers for me!
Aaaaaaand now I’ve burned my pinkie on my lunch.
I wish I had some chips.
Well, I guess you won’t have anyone to hold your hand any more.
It’s probably for the best.
a song a song a song
nervous. ugh. ugh.
ugh ugh ugh.
“Why does ever thing have to be about face! Can’t we just all get along?, seriously !, ugggg”
Well? Can’t we?
I really can’t remember the last time I wanted something this much.
Just because someone pays you to write for their blog doesn’t magically make you not a shitty writer.
The thing about the colored background for text on FB is that it makes everything meme-ish. Plus I have a hard time reading text on colored backgrounds, it bothers my eyes. I don’t know. I just don’t like the trend.
I like windows, but I do sit with my back to mine.
I hate this flippin’ chair.
I’m waiting to hear how allowing the government to use drones on domestic soil is a good idea.
“The best way to reenforce [sic] white cultural dominance is to make white culture the only one we can all share. Stop doing that.”
Wow. OK. That was a waste of a read.
Pack it up and drive it to the Compound, please.
Like I would say no to pizza. Ever.
Maybe they’ll have little pastries. They usually have little pastries.
I have a feeling they really wouldn’t have a problem with my Halloween wardrobe.
Why does everything have to take so bloody long???
You talk too much.
Shouldn’t this man be getting some kind of professional psychological help? Why would you do this to yourself? It’s horrifying.
Well? Am I???
I think my phone is watching me right now.
From what I understand, we just stole everything from everyone else.
Nope. Still don’t care about brioche stitch.
I really have to stop saying ugh.
I’m reasonably certain that you’re taking that way too literally, dude.
Still haven’t renewed my certification. I have until the end of November, right? I think. Maybe.
I need a donut.
I’m not very good with the waiting.
5 days, 4 hours, 17 minutes, 37 seconds til Haloween!!!!!
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.
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!”
STOP STARTING SENTENCES WITH SO!!!!!!!
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?
IS NOTHING SACRED ANY MORE???
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.