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Had my annual evaluation today, got overall good marks, but not as good as in previous years. Chalk some of it up to the wife and me splitting ways, some of it to burn out. Need to find a way to make myself have more initiative. Initiative has always been an issue for me, but it seems doubly, triply so right now. I have no motivation and am still filling quite adrift.

I've been talking to the first ex-wife sporadically through e-mail lately. It in some ways feels nice to be reconnecting with her while feeling a little scary and drudging up old memories at the same time. Not all bad, but it is the proverbial mixed bag. Seems she and her boy have split up or they're not talking. Evidently for a few months. It seems a shame really and I do feel badly for them, at least her. This is the guy she shacked up with right after we broke up. To some extent I'm really surprised it lasted this long. I should make comments about anything lasting long. *laugh*

Got back into my book on the Crimean War and made descent headway. Spent most of Sunday reading. Watched Buffy disc 5/6 Season 6 and Angel 5/6 Season 3 over the weekend. I spent most of Monday on the couch watching movies I hadn't watched in a long time: Monty Python and the Holy Grail and then Princess Bride. Spent not an inconsiderable amount of time playing WoW too, but took a skip from Saturday and Sunday. Kind of ironic. Mostly a blah weekend.

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I guess that one of the dangers of living life in a willy-nilly fashion, not making plans and not actively pursuing lively endeavors is that sometimes nothing at all happens. Then you're stuck at home alone cleaning out the comment spam from your blog. This has been a quiet weekend by almost any measure, I mean, I didn't even get decently drunk. I appreciated the quiet and solitude yesterday but had hoped something might pop up and provide some excitement, though I questioned how much I really desired that scenario.

I did go watch Star Wars Episode III. I left the theater really questioning the greatness of this franchise. There's been a lot of criticism and disappointment about the prequels and, after having watched the final chapter, I couldn't help but feel that this last hurrah of the venerable Star War franchise wasn't really enough to reestablish the sanctified place the story once held.

I wonder if I've simply outgrown the tale, become too complex to be awed and amazed by a story that tries so hard to be black and white. In fact, watching Episode III, I saw with no amount of dismay the story jerked rough shod back into the "this is good, and this is bad" canon when it stood on the precipice of that grey area. I like the grey area and I think Star Wars held the potential to really give us a lot to ponder in terms of philosophical thought. Alas, in the end the Empire is totally evil and the rebellion is totally good. That may have worked twenty years ago, but in this day and age I appreciate more substance and depth.

It's just a movie and overall I do love the series, I always will. It just seems sad that Lucas could be on the cusp of something so great and then let it all flitter about into just a space opera. I probably wouldn't go on and on about it, except for Obi-Wan saying this in the second? movie: "You will often find that the truths we cling to depend a great deal on our point of view." (quoting from memory, so forgive me if that's not right) But throughout all six movies there seems to be no thought given to anyone's point of view, just the simple bad vs. good shtick. I guess I'm just being greedy, it was good but I want better. Oh well.

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Weird, I know what I posted stuff since Tuesday, but it doesn't seem to have appeared here. That's disappointing as I know I had some very earthshattering and thought provoking things to say. At least I think I did.

In the throws of the long weekend and I haven't done a damn thing! It's been sofa king nice and it's been terribly relaxing. I took care of some chores, watched the last disc of Buffy season 6, layed in bed and listened to it rain and now I think I'm going to go eat breakfast at Barbec's and then go see Star Wars. w00t!

Hope everyone is having a nifty Memorial Day Weekend!

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Note: I wrote this last Thursday, but evidently forgot to hit the publish button. *sigh*

Today feels like Friday in a bad way. I haven't had one of these "feels like" days in a long time and it's really fucking with me. Perhaps it's because the long weekend is almost here and I shall not be working during any of it as had been planned. We found out yesterday that the planned switching of the subnet mask was postponed, the plan had been to come in on the weekend to make sure that devices assigned to static IP addresses were working properly. I had that hanging over my head since last week and it made this week seem dreadfully long. So I find out yesterday that we're off the hook and I'm chomping at the bit to get out of this place, I think that's exacerbating the problem.

Spent the evening watching Baadasssss! and Human Nature with the bunny last night and she treated me to scrumptious enchilada casserole. Baadasssss! is a film about the movie Sweet Sweetbacks's Baadasssss Song and it really peaqued my interest in the whole "black power" movie genre; a genre I have hithertofore been largely unaware of. I've never seen the original movie, but now I'm keen to and have added to the Netflix queue. Human Nature was a riot! I'm not sure what kind of riot it was, but it was most definetly an exercise of absurdity and nonsense with an underlying message that floats just bellow the surface so your aware of it without it reaching out and strangling you. I think it was a pretty big hit with the viewing audience and a much needed surreal comedic break after bunny and I peered down into the basement of extreme spookieness.

"That's a murder basement"...we've so gotta go down there...I would have, but I was afraid bunny would turn the light off and slam the door on me...not sure how far I can trust that gal.

So yeah, there you have it...I was going to try and write some prolific post about all this, but decided to just spew out and let everything fall where it may.

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Since the WoW servers are down for the regular maintenance it's given me some time to do other things. Such as surf the web, catch up on blogs and, ok, do a little work. Since we can't actually play World of Warcraft right now I'll offer up some WoW themed goodness.

Kurtz has a good WoW comic from yesterday and he also posted a link which I will also post here for your convenience. LEEROYYYYY!!! You have to wait for the payoff, but it's pretty funny...especially since it's those Alliance pukes getting their asses kicked.

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Playing WoW, don't feel much like posting. Therefore:

On this day in 1430 Joan of Arc was captured by the Burgundians and then handed over to the English.

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Our coffee pot is no more. One hopes it is now in a better place. A place of gourmet beans and silk filters, a sublime dimension where it's resevoir will always be filled with the purest mountain spring waters.

Of course, the most amusing aspect of all of this is watching my caffine addicted co-workers scrambling to come up with a solution to the dire situation confronting them. A brief attempt was made to fix the old maker, but that ended when the switch shot off with a puff of smoke and halo of sparks. Right now they're attempting to resurrect an old maker that has resided under the cabinet in the conference room for god knows how long, and no one can really remember why it was put out of use in the first place. I will surmise from my vantage point that it wasn't simply it's lack of a pot.

My first quandry is how long it will be before co-worker Jon is scampering about with underwear on head and jabbering like heroin addicted monkey. The second is how long it will be before co-worker George simply collapses into a puddle of Cuban ooze, as it has been a long standing belief of mine that his system is held together by coffee, in the same way most of ours is by water. Or some such foolishness.

Work is slow. Miriserly is now lvl 41 and is proudly mounted astride her skeletal horse. *grin* Big thanks to Cyllandra and Esmerelda for their loverly donation of 10g each.

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It surprises me how I sometimes find myself in situations that I never would have predicted I would end up in. I tend to take a "come as it may" approach to life, never really planning for anything, but just putting myself on a course and seeing where I end up. I've found that even some of the most innocuous sounding courses can have interesting destination and oft times the journey turns out to be quite an adventure, at least to some degree.

This is how I came to find myself in a back yard in Duncanville, TX at 12:30 in the morning drinking vodka with three women and three miniature pinchers. Bunny had invited me to attend a poetry reading and I admit that at first I wasn't really taking a shine to the idea, after all I had other things I needed to get done yesterday afternoon such as grocery shopping and exercising. But the notion kept flittering about in the back of my mind and after a few emails I decided that I should just drop everything and go to the bloody poetry reading; however dreadfully boring it might end up being. Who know what might come of it.

It turned out to be a very interesting evening. I learned things, discovered new words, met interesting people and on a historically ground breaking note, one of my poems was read in public for the very first time. I met Chicken, Opalina, Chicken's boyfriend and Tommy the drag queen. I got to hear the poetry stylings of Gayla, who I feel will be forever emblazoned upon my psyche for the sheer forcefulness of her poetry and her creative word use. Bunny and I shared divine carrot cake and I drank four cups of Black Magic coffee. I got a free test print from a graphics artist I never really met, though he did read something; his name was Mark? I clapped for poetry I really didn't understand.

We were going to go to a blogger get together for the DFW area, but we ended up not going as through hearsay we discovered that it was, in parlance of our times, lame. So instead we went to Chicken's house to drink vodka and on a school night no less. After walking said poultress to her car; which, was parked on the outskirts of Catmandu, Bunny began directing me out of Oak Cliff. She desired snow cones, we therefore ended up at a Mexican popsicle depot at 10:30 P.M., buying popsicles. I don't know how common this is in other cities, but it's the place where those guys who push those little ice cream carts around Hispanic neighborhoods converge to return unsold merchandise and, evidently, commune as such people do. They didn't seem to mind walk in's and gladly accepted our two dollars for said popsicles. I had a cantaloupe popsicle and Bunny had one of a flavor I can't recall.

After that, well we made our way safely to Chicken's back yard and drank vodka, chit-chatted and worshipped small dogs, as they are oft prone to demand. At around 12:30 A.M. we left and headed back towards the relative safety of East Dallas. It was good times, really the kind of times you don't want to forget; which is why I'm putting this out here, so we won't forget it.

Other things to remember: Ho'ology, fish & vinegar, bowel of pleasure…transgenders do not have sex changes, they are correcting their sex…There is such a thing as a Drag Mother and Drag daughter, this is a dynamic I never knew existed, but it does.

Oh the poem read was: The Kiss

A soft, cold breeze awakens me,
And I see the window open, the curtains stirring,
Then I feel you on top of me
Your nails dig like daggers across my chest
My sleep drenched eyes see your lovely face
The pressure of your body drowns me
And I gaze up at your visage as if a dream
I watch you lean down towards me
Your lips touch mine like flame and I quake
The torturous embers of your lips move down my neck
And I feel you enter me
I gasp as you suck me into you
My soul pouring into you with each draught
You drink me and you drain me
The skin of your body glows as you draw me in
My heart beats hard against your bosom
In slow deadly beats
Life escapes me as I enter into you
And I die a slow sensual death at your lips
Then I'm inside you, making my way through you
From breast to heel
I feel you and I am dead in your embrace
Through your eyes I see my own corpse
Pristine and pale laying in the moonlight
Your dagger slivers across your wrist
And crimson drops fall from you
Deep, erotic drops falling to my lips
Slipping down my throat
My life returns to me and I gasp my first breath
I see you in new light and I hunger
What was my body is now yours
And I'm erect as I take you into my arms
You carry me up into the air
I drink from you
Sucking in our mingled essence as we ascend
Entering you with love and desperate need
Drinking deeply from me inside of you
I'm in love with you and wide awake

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Just add water.

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OMG, what a fucking asshole. There I am fighting an Earth Elemental so I can harvest some Goldthorn when this protoplasmic piece of shit runs up and ninjas my herbs. They didn't even throw me a heal spell or help kill it, talk about not getting a reach around!

This is rude and inconsiderate. Do not do this to other players. Thank you.

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Yesterday, right before leaving work I achieved for my WoW character the much coveted 40th level. I will now be able to buy Miriserly a mount with which she will be able to ride, in style, across the landscapes of Azeroth. Of course, this is all dependant on my obtaining the requisite 90 pieces of gold and as of right now, after buying my upgraded spells, I only have 61 gold pieces. Trinity wants me to beg our Guild for gold, but I think I'll wait and see if anyone offers without me being a whiney bitch. We'll see.

I would post a picture of Mir in her level 40 greatness, but to be honest she's looking a little fugly right now. Her armor is much more practical than pretty, which is a shame, so as soon as I get her a mount and the level of fug goes down…I'll post a picture.

I'm sure you all wait with baited breath.

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Second Life

I find this fascinating. It's like watching Tad William's Otherworld coming to life. I wonder if at some point in our future, after we've devoured our planet, will we be forced to insert ourselves into some sort of Matrix? Rows and rows of whithering bodies, supported just enough to maintain life, while our conciousness lives inside of a virtual reality. Or perhaps a future where the "rich" live in virtual luxury, their bodies maintained by a slave class of the poor and to make sure the slaves don't rebel they're wired with monitoring devices...if they don't do their tasks they're zapped or something.

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For $179.88, there's the Blade of the Righteous, a sword forged specifically to slay demons. The $69.88 Shadow Dancer Leggings allow their wearer to sneak about undetected. And then there's Titan's Hammer, which wreaks $129.88 worth of unmitigated havoc.

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The Tues Day and Thurs Day, specifically the evening portion of both time schisms, were spent watching Firefly. I've not always been on the cutting edge of anything, at least if I ever have been I tend to get thrown off pretty quickly, so it's my turn to shake my fists at the nincompoops who screwed up this series; however late I may be. I don't know who you are, but your mistake, I hope, is one that you shall weep about on your deathbeds.

I'm amazed by Joss Whedon's imagination. He doesn't go overboard or get presumptuous, doesn't try to come up with the most preposterous notion possible in a hope it will be deemed art. He quite simply takes iconic concepts of adventure and science fiction and molds them into universes in which he places memorable, well thought out characters. Firefly, for instance, has interstellar space adventure and the Wild West, how could you go wrong with that? There's even a dash of post-Civil War flavoring thrown in and I can't really vocalize how much I enjoy that. Fray, in the same but slightly different vein, combines a futuristic world, replete with flying cars, and vampire slaying. Simply amazing, so simple you don't understand why you didn't come up with it.

Of course it would all be for naught if the characters inhabiting these worlds were shallow and two dimensional. Whedon somehow manages to craft character concepts that are easy to identify with, while at the same time being the heroes we all want to be. Each person aboard Serenity is a deep and complete person, full of their own history and experiences; which, is slowly revealed as the episodes unfold. Nothing is laid out glaring and obvious, but is given to us in small bits with dialogue and judicious use of flashbacks. I think you have to appreciate the respect that is given to the viewer's intelligence.

I've only seen the first six episodes of Firefly, but I'm completely smitten by it. That being said, the only problem I have so far is the with the Captain's character. I'm still not completely sure what I think of him or the actor that portrayed him. As I see it so far he's supposed to be a compassionate man with a very hard edge, but I'm having trouble buying into the hard edge portion of the character. Maybe because it isn't portrayed as much as the compassionate side or maybe it's because I feel the actor is a little too soft looking, he doesn't project that rugged, hard persona. Then again this might be a prime example of that "not obvious" thing that I was talking about earlier.

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Rolling Stones on tour: 11/29 - Dallas, TX @ American Airlines Center

I saw them in '92 or was it `94? I kicked myself for not going to the next tour, Bridges to Babylon I believe it was, mostly because it was at the then newly constructed Texas Motor Speedway. I will be there this time, good lord willin' and the crick don't rise.

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I sit down every day to tell myself a story. Usually full of either stimulants or depressants, playing some kind of soundtrack to the experience of writing, aware of my environment, sitting in my own little writer's movie and telling myself a story. Anyone who tells you they write to an audience is either an idiot or a fake. You write for yourself. If the story doesn't affect you in some way, it won't affect anybody else. I don't write for the trunk. I'm well aware that someone else is going to read this. But if I don't respond in some honest, gut way to whatever I'm writing, you'll never get to see it.

-Warren Ellis

Desolation Jones comes out on the morrow.

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I find myself in strange, whirly moods lately. Feeling a little outside my own consciousness, a little surreal one might say. There are a lot of things in my head, quite a few I'd like to blog about, but for some reason I'm not finding a lot of motivation to expunge it from my system. I think if I were to think about it, I might conjecture that I'm trying too hard, trying to be too creative and miring myself down in verbose language, trying too hard to seem clever. This might be true.

I powered my way back to the gym last night. If ever there were an example of trying too hard I think my fitness regime would be it. I took last week off, completely, because I was feeling much run down, mentally and physically exhausted. I have made the decision to go back to the Body For Life workouts, reason being quite simply they are shorter. I'll never be in the gym for more than 45-50mins. I was getting up to an hour and a half some days. Plus, I realize now that I haven't made any more progress by increasing the lengths of work outs.

I was listening to NPR this morning and, as they are prone to do, they aired a story. This story was about some musician types: DJ Diplo and M.I.A. I admit I am much desiring the music of these individuals. If one should know of where I could procure such things, than I would be most pleased and appreciative.

I think I shall go play Zuma for a bit, god forbid I work.

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For the second weekend in a row I was not able to play WoW continuously and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Friday evening I had dinner with the Goddess Athena at El Fenix. It was our first meeting and we talked a lot about cats. We were going to go see Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, but as a Goddess only has so much time to spend with mortals it didn't happen. So the rest of the evening was spent in a WoW/Vodka haze.

Saturday was full of adventure, free comics, not quite free comics, more Mexican food, a movie, and travel. It was a long, tiring, but very entertaining day. After prying my carcass from bed at around 10:00 I made my way to CAPE outside of Zeus Comics. For those of you not in the loop, CAPE in an acronym for the a little comic convention put on by HeroRealm, Zeus Comics and I think Kurtz had some hand in it as well. I hung out with co-worker Jon and the HeroRealm guys for a bit before bunny and her crew showed up and, after browsing the con's offerings and making some purchases, I found myself eating at Mia's Tex-Mex restaurant. Very good, very tasty. We then went to Titan where I proceeded to go nuts and purchase more comics than I had any right to. My bank account screams and shakes its fist at me.

What was quickly turning into the equivalent of a geek pub crawl, as we started heading to Keith's Comics, was diverted when we went to go see Kingdom of Heaven instead. I was supposed to be on my way to Waco at about that moment, but as the company was good and I had some desire to see the movie I made the momentous decision to delay my departure and view said film instead. Fortunately the company was good, as the movie really failed to deliver. In the end, I thought it had its moments, but it seemed to drag on forever and I'm not thoroughly convinced that Orlando Bloom is a very capable actor. I never felt invested in the main characters, at least after Liam Neeson exited stage dead, characters I did find interesting seemed relegated to sidelines and the historical context of the movie seemed pasted on. No effort was made to put the story in the historical setting it was in, you never know who the different orders of knights are or what their motivations are. You simply know that one side wants war with the Muslims and the other wants to live in peace with them.

Quickly now...

After that I traveled to Waco for Mum's day and my cousin's 16th birthday party and I made it without any complications. I made it home around 11:00 and tried to watch Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, but just couldn't focus and went to bed around 11:30. Mom had been doing a wedding in Austin and didn't come in until around 1:00ish. The big bad storm woke me up at some point during the night, but other than that I slept in log like fashion until mother woke me up around 11:00 in the morning. I must have been tired. We spent about an hour and a half trying to find a place to eat and finally ended up eating at a little Chinese place in Hewitt, evidently it was the only place in the Waco area not inundated by the after Church/Mother's Day crowd. Went to the party that afternoon, had dinner with the folks and got back home around 10:00. Read some comics, tottered around WoW a bit, talked to Trinity and went to bed.

The End…

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Around 2:30 in the afternoon on a Tuesday.

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I don't know if I'm alone here, but it really annoys me when people I don't know spontaneously invite me to group with them. Specifically because they don't even bother to say "Hi" or "Yo, wuzsup". I realize that I don't play on a RP server, but shouldn't people at least attempt some manner of smalltalk before hitting me up? Miriserly is a cheap slut, but she likes a little sweetalkin' before you ram it home. Geez.

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I make no grand claims to great intelligence although I do, at times, consider myself more astute than your atypical large forest dwelling mammalian omnivore. And in general, like most of us, I consider everyone around me to be nothing short of simple minded, drooling cretins, at least on some sort of metaphysical level. In reality, I think, by and large, I tend to give people more credit than they deserve. I do hold to the belief that, while we all may not be rocket scientist or smarmy-coffee drinking pseudo-intellectuals, we all have great knowledge and wisdom, though sometimes it's in our own special way; perhaps not instantly recognizable by the casual observer…perhaps.

What has set me off on this tirade is a quote by Val Kilmer that I happened upon while reading through Quick in ye olde reading room.

"They're smarter. They read books."
– Val Kilmer, who's in London starring onstage in the The Postman Always Rings Twice, when asked how British audiences compare to American ones.

So, yes, there it is. I can't really express myself properly as to the level of annoyance I feel when I see these types of things. It wearies my soul to no end that actors, ACTORS for god-sakes, make these kinds of asinine comments. I'm sorry, but the fact that you can pretend that you are someone else really, really well does not instantly make you a master of socio-economic demographics, nor does it mean your smart. Indeed, I was reminded of the following quote from…(you get extra points if you guess the movie):
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Otto: Apes don't read philosophy.
Wanda: Yes they do, Otto, they just don't understand.

While I have no data that the average theater attending Briton is any more intelligent than the average American theater patron I will contest that, in and of itself, to simply "read books" does not mean one is smarter. I know plenty of people, whom I would classify as of average intelligence, who read constantly. I know a lot of really smart dumb people; I work with a lot of them. I see people reading all the time. So fuck you Val, and remember you are an American and please stop making stupid comments, because the media quotes you. Please stick to playing make-believe. Leave stupid comments to people like me.

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This is original. Inspired the artwork in Little Scrowlie Done in Corel Painter 8 on my eMac (@work).

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We make choices in life. It is, put simply, what life is all about. Choices. Decisions. Sometimes we make good ones, sometime we make bad ones. Bunny and I went to go see Kung Fu Hustle Sunday evening, but before the film started we decided to have some drinks. In the dank swamp of smarm and cheese that is the West Village we waded across the street from the Magnolia to Nikitia. Bunny orders an Iron Kitten and I, not knowing what to get as I typically drink beer, decide to give it a go as well. As it was a girly drink I decided to follow that up with something a bit more rugged, a White Russian. That is more rugged, right?

There are some things in the world that go together, and there are some things that don't. There are some people who are good at thinking on their feet, and then there is me. I didn't think about it until the bartender made a comment and looking back on it I question why he didn't warn me before he finished making the drink. I'm a rationale person, I would have reconsidered. Maybe he's a sadistic bastard who enjoys the suffering of those of us who find it difficult to process the world around or maybe he made the mistake of thinking I knew what I was doing…maybe he just didn't give a fuck. I do like to think that I've learned and I'm now a better person, for indeed it did not kill me and thusly I am made stronger. No?

I'll let these excerpts from my exchanges with bunny tell the rest of the story:

Me: Hope you're having a tolerable Monday…it was all I could do not to call in sick and have a "mental health" day. Oh, and the mixing of the Iron Kitten and the White Russian…not…a…good…idea. The ramifications of that fiasco have been nefarious, yet subtle…I'm not sure yet if that's good or bad, or maybe a little bit of both? Probably more than you wish to consider, but hopefully amusing.

Bunny: Monday – hmm. To echo one of your posts I just glanced through, can't trust that day.

You have got, GOT, to elaborate on the aftereffects of your drink mixing. I think the cheesy sweetness of the Iron Kitten will hurt anyone's stomach.

Me: Yes, not trusting the Monday seems a good approach. It hasn't been bad thus far, but it has a weird feel to it...if that makes any sense.

The cheesy sweetness of the Iron Kitten, aside from destroying what few shreds of masculinity I had left, was not in and of itself rough on the stomach, though I no longer have any pride left as a man (ok, I'm being dramatic). The real trouble, I believe, has to do with the mixing of dairy and citrus products and the swirling maelstrom that it created in my digestive organs. I used the word subtle because it hasn't been overtly distressing, but it has been nefarious in that it has reared its little head from time-to-time to remind me to never do that again. I'm not sure I'm comfortable going into any more detail because how much do you really want to know about the inner distress of my bodily functions...?

Bunny: Chalking the weird feeling Monday up to the Iron Kitten! Because I'm just still worn down.

I think you should post about the Iron Kitten. You're being very funny about this. I'm guessing your belly is all grumbly, and I won't dig any further. If it helps, my stomach is kind of a mess too, and now I guess I'll just chalk it up to the Iron Kitten too.

9/11 – it was the Iron Kittens!
Holocaust – it was the Iron Kittens!
My parent's divorce – surely fueled by Iron Kittens!
Puppies dying – it's all the Iron Kittens!

I think she might be on to something…

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Last week whilst I was attempting to discern the evil machinations of the dreaded Zebra Stripe label printer I overheard one the Records ladies talking about Fat of the Land. "How odd", I thought to myself, "she doesn't seem the sort to really be into Prodigy", as multiple pairs of Tim McGraw's beady little eyes stared back at me. Driven by wild curiosity I asked if they were indeed talking about Prodigy and interestingly enough they were. It seems that the Records lady had been regaled by Smack My Bitch Up on the way in to work and she had instantly fallen under its melodic spell, so much so that she recorded it to her phone via the radio. She was now quite eager to have a tangible copy of the song.

Finding the concept of this woman, who I firmly put in the redneck country category, wantonly desiring a copy of Fat of the Land simply too delicious I decided to intervene. I offered to burn a copy of the CD for her. So I did. This morning she gave me two brownies as my reward for expansion of her musical horizons, though honestly, thinking of her listening to Smack My Bitch up in her overly large, NASCAR sticker riddled Ford pickup is reward enough.

I feel I've done a good deed. I'm smitten by the idea of serendipitously crossing boundaries, stepping outside of one's box to enter a world you never knew existed and to have been a catalyst to such an event makes me warm and fuzzy. Of course for all I know this may have been the only Prodigy album she didn't own and I simply completed her collection, but I prefer to take the more sublime thought pathway.

I offered the brownies to co-worker Jon, but after the moldy pie incident he has instituted a strict "I'm never again eating any food you fuckers bring up here" policy. Therefore I am resigned to see if these choclately baked goods will survive until the weekend.

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