Someone found my blog by searching for the following:im the creeper your the peeperI have bones. Let the picking begin.1) There's a goddamn apostrophe in "I'm"2) When did we stop capitalizing??3) Sigh. Punctuation. I just...yeah. Punctuation.4) Seriously, there's a meme on social media at least twice a day pointing out correct usage of your/you're.5) ewwwwww.… Continue reading Perhaps I Require Priority Adjustment
Tag: What the HELL
I Killed Shelob. Sort of.
I get pretty bored with the regular target-targets at the range. Apparently I'm not the only person who feels that way (and watches too many SyFy monster movies), because at Gander Mountain I found THESE: Yes, I DID make it extra-large so you can see ALL THE HORROR. Is that her BRAIN bubbling out of the… Continue reading I Killed Shelob. Sort of.
No More Jameson For You, Wampa
I found this in my office today:Drunk Wampa is drunk. Or sad. I suspect someone's been hitting the whiskey bottle on top of the fridge.It occurs to me that the monster is now out of the closet. The physical closet, I mean...I don't claim to have any knowledge on Wampa's preferences, nor do I think it's… Continue reading No More Jameson For You, Wampa
Chewy is NOT a Mouseketeer.
According to exorcism/poltergeist/paranormal horror movies, night time is when evil wakes, right? midnight is the witching hour, 0300 is the demonic hour, etcetera etcetera...Apparently in our house 0430 is Rodent Hour. If 0300 is the demonic hour in a sort of "demons saying fuck you to the holy trinity" way, what exactly is the mouse… Continue reading Chewy is NOT a Mouseketeer.
My Stuff is…Something?
Apparently Facebook thinks I'm a dude with ED now, too. Which is really just Facebook's way of calling me Sir. I find this both amusing and annoying. My standard response at being called Sir is to look down at my rather ample boobs, look back at the "Sir-er" and just say, "really?" Works every time. But Facebook… Continue reading My Stuff is…Something?
The Trials and Tribulations of a Jedi Dog.
Chewy has been particularly unimpressed with us lately. Ok let's be honest: he's perfectly fine with Husband. He's less than thrilled with me. In the past week, he's burned his tongue off*, endured humiliating tortures, and been denied wintertime treats. All because he has the unfortunate happenstance of birth to be reincarnated as a giant Star Wars… Continue reading The Trials and Tribulations of a Jedi Dog.
Molon Labe
This is not a funny post. It's likely to cause me some hate mail (or hate-facebooking, I suppose). Ah well.I am completely NOT shocked, nor even mildly surprised, about the CIA torture report. What DOES dishearten me are the variations of "This is why I don't give a fuck that we tortured terrorists" memes on… Continue reading Molon Labe
The Houpocalypse Is Upon Us
Earlier this week I attempted to see whether I could look forward to drowning in a mudpit or roasting in a dust loud during my Saturday morning lead-the-horses-til-my-legs-scream hiking volunteer work.Apparently there won't be any, since the news site I used indicated the world ends today at 3pm. And, there will be no weekend. It was nice… Continue reading The Houpocalypse Is Upon Us
It IS A SNAKE DEN GODDAMMIT! (Also, Mythic Monday – The Headless Horseman)
Listen up people. A couple weeks ago I specifically asked if THIS is a snake den: .I HAVE A SNAKIPEDER IN MY GODDAMNED GARDEN!Tonight I discovered it INDEED IS...when I brought boxes out the front door and SAW the bastard's head sticking out of the hole. Do you KNOW how many holes there are in… Continue reading It IS A SNAKE DEN GODDAMMIT! (Also, Mythic Monday – The Headless Horseman)
What the HELL is in my tree??
In true Texas fashion I've discovered a new horror in my backyard. What the fuck IS THIS???? I plan on spraying wasp killer on it tonight, in hopes it kills the dancing worm things inside (which move in unison, by the way, because that's not creepy as fuck AT ALL). This state is going to kill me.
No Pithy Phrase 