This will haunt my dreams. Proof the interwebz are possessed? You're welcome. BEARLACC!!*An alien contemplating its next victim? A balding werewolf? (Team Jacob in 30 years!). A SyFy Saturday night Creature? Really, who knows? *Or it's a bear, after an unfortunate encounter with an overzealous barber and a set of industrial-strength clippers. Seriously, THIS is why… Continue reading WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??
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Clearly, I’m destined to write a cosmic guide for weird harlots.
Random search patterns resulting in people finding my blog this week: homewreckers and harlots werid shit cosmic guideLet's just ignore the misspelling of "weird" (would that be pronounced WEE-Rid?) since I'm assuming someone just fat-fingered their google search screen...although my blog is still recognized by google for both weird AND werid shit, and I think that's… Continue reading Clearly, I’m destined to write a cosmic guide for weird harlots.
It was a Shark-Sarlacc…Sharklacc!
Last night I woke up seven times from nightmares. SEVEN TIMES. Sigh. Who needs sleep, after all, when you can lie in bed and contemplate the ramifications of being swallowed whole by anything with stomach acid? The first, and most vivid, is too fucked up to even attempt to psychoanalyze. But hey, if you have… Continue reading It was a Shark-Sarlacc…Sharklacc!
I am unamusing. You can skip this post.
I think I lost a close friend last week. Not in a sock drawer or to circus. Not to any nefarious creature or mob hit: just lost him. Stubbornness may have been involved. And temper. I'm sure you're shocked and astounded that my temper would successfully push someone away. I am decidedly not shocked. Nor… Continue reading I am unamusing. You can skip this post.
UPDATED: It’s like a divining rod for cosmic lost socks…
I was informed this afternoon that the 'lady occultist' in the Duluth Skywalk NOW offers "paranormal investigation" along with "soul retrieval." I am thoroughly intrigued. How exactly does one retrieve a soul? Perhaps more importantly, how exactly does one LOSE* a soul? Is it like doing the laundry and the washer/dryer eats a sock? "Oops,… Continue reading UPDATED: It’s like a divining rod for cosmic lost socks…
This is a public service announcement, not a real post.
So due to a PLETHORA of spamming I've been getting since January, I broke down and added stupid word verification to my comments area. Dammit. I really don't like doing that (mostly because I generally have trouble reading the fucking verification data myself and it sometimes stops me from commenting on other blogs). Pretty please… Continue reading This is a public service announcement, not a real post.
Yes Medusa, my hair IS trying to kill me (or: You won’t like it when it’s ANGRY)
The past few days have been a rollercoaster. Did you know I'm horridly susceptible to motion sickness? I wonder if I can get a prescription for an emotional-Dramamine-patch...So, the highs and lows in my fucked up universe in a 72 hour period: Had enough frequent flier miles to visit one of my most favoritest people on the… Continue reading Yes Medusa, my hair IS trying to kill me (or: You won’t like it when it’s ANGRY)
"Because Beelzabub touched my W-2. That’s why."
In the news today I found an article the perfectly describes why I have no patience for stupid. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE. As a non-Christian, I'm 100% certain I would not survive well in the deep south, even though I don't generally advertise my beliefs nor do I dispute anyone else's. But… Continue reading "Because Beelzabub touched my W-2. That’s why."
It’s a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy!
Not this one: Creepy Walken Face Courtesy of IMDB.comAlthough I did discover (while wasting time on IMDB.com finding that picture) that the same dude who did Highlander did The Prophecy movies. Cool. But no, that's not the prophecy I meant. Nor is the solstice/endoftheworld/apocalypse my subject today, despite "oh god, oh god, we're all… Continue reading It’s a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy!
Dude. Really. You should ride that ride.
In a surreal afternoon event, I've had a quote a friend said to me two years ago at Renaissance Festival running maddeningly hilarious circles through my head. A group of us took the day off one particularly pleasing afternoon to wander like idiots and drink ourselves silly. Indeed, mission accomplished for Husband and the other… Continue reading Dude. Really. You should ride that ride.
No Pithy Phrase 