Happy Bastille Day, everyone.

This is so, so not okay.

What the fuck were these broads thinking?

If you like the Planet Earth BBC series, this will make you guffaw. That is unless you're a joyless frosty-box.

(NSFW)

Fucking hysterical.

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BrokeTrek:

Things have been going really well, for the most part. I hit and exceeded my original goal weight last week (210lbs), and to celebrate I had myself a piece of pumpkin cheesecake! Now I'm slightly above my goal weight again (go figure)... but I've actually determined that I can probably hit 195lbs by the end of October if I keep going at the rate I'm going. After that I'd just like to keep bulking up a tad more, and then maintain. I'm very pleased by the results from kicking my ass these last few months, they're better than I could've hoped for...

( Cut for your pleasure... )

So yeah, for the most part, life is good.

The end.

Mellowdrone - Four Leaf Clover

I went dancing with Mikey (mcmikerson) last night. It was Club Meat vs. Death Guild night at the DNA Lounge. So, like, there was goth and industrial music, and then a bizarre meat theme complete with meat hooks hanging from the ceiling, and people serving various meats outside... Anyway, it was fun in a really odd way.

However, I really need to stop ordering Long Islands from DNA Lounge; that stuff is secretly sodium pentathol. Maybe next time I go there I'll wear a muzzle.

Doing the Santa Cruz thing with Mikey tomorrow. We're gonna try to take lots of purty pictures, hopefully the weather is permitting.

The Faint - The Conductor

About a month ago, I bought a brand new bottle of lube, and as per usual, I tucked it away sorta surreptitiously in a crack between my dresser and my bed. I have yet to use any of it (which is pretty sad, actually) yet somehow, a good 1/4 of it is missing... WTF?!

I checked the floor in that space to see if any of it leaked out somehow, and there wasn't a drop...

This sounds like a case for the Hardy Boys.

Anybody want to go see him with me? Should be a hoot and a half.

Eileen (andmydog) is a bad, bad woman! She photoshopped me into a big gay superhero. I'm not sure pink Ray-bans are my style...

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It looks like my super power would be to have mojito coming out my ass. Mikey (mcmikerson) has already agreed to make me a pink tank top with a "P" on it, once he finishes his textiles class this semester. What a lucky guy I am.

So, I heard Britney Spears' new single today. I was very disturbed to find myself tapping my feet along...

Even if you can't stand her and her spooky, psychotic, inbred ways, I definitely recommend listening to the first 5 seconds. It has the most hilarious intro ever!

Edit: That link above has the song inside.

So, do airplanes ever fly on time anymore? I've flown a handful of times this summer, and 4/5 of my flights have been delayed by an hour or more.

Thank God I located a free wifi hotspot in the airport to keep me entertained. My new little phone is like a dowsing rod for wireless internets. Hooray!

Sitting under the space needle with a Starbucks chai, and blogging about it on your mobile during a slight drizzle?

I love this city.

I feel like I should post something of substance, but I'm so rarely at home these days to do the LJ-ing, and I have so much ground to cover that it's overwhelming. How about I do this in bullets?! (Everybody loves bullets, right?!)

(Ahhh shit, I forgot how to make proper bullets!)


1) San Diego, or more specifically Comic Con was amazing and magical. Yes, I saw your standard fare of geeks, dweebs and dorks. Yes, I saw people dressed up from every possible nerdy fandom in the history of ever. I saw shirts that said things like "Guns don't kill people, magic missles do." At one point, Larry (spoofilms) and I actually ran into someone who named their child Anakin (as in Skywalker...). But I think all that was a small price to pay to meet, interact with and/or see some of my idols and celebrity crushes. (I'd just like to say that riding in an elevator with Robert Englund and Wil Wheaton is really surreal) I have too many great stories for a mere bullet regarding the con. I'll have to do some flickr photo uploading soon with captions and all that jazz.

2) I'm off to Seattle tomorrow for a few days to visit Michael and company. There will most assuredly be tomfoolery, shenanigans, hijinks and buttsecks fun. Going to Washington or Oregon is always kind of bittersweet for me, I fall in love with the pacific northwest every time I'm there. *sigh*

3) I need a "date" to come me with to see my friend Rimma's (rfd) play in the city. If I miss another one of her performances I think I may get hag-disowned. The play actually sounds really fun, and awesome! Here's SF Bay Times' review! Let me know if you have interest in accompanying me!

4) It looks like I'll definitely be going to SF state in the winter. I'm hoping against hope that some of my East Bay and San Francisco friends will occasionally let me couch crash while I'm taking courses there during that semester. Here, let me bat my eyes at you... Also, I'll probably buy you dinner and put out bring over fun movies for us to watch!

5) I think I'd like to throw a party for those of us who aren't going to Burning Man this year. Quite a few of us aren't making it this year, so I thought we should have a little soiree while those other kids are playa bound. For those of you not in that particular social circle, you are also welcome to join any fun festivities. It'll probably be at my place, so I'll send out evites and whatnot.

I think that's it for now! And now I must get to packing...

Scissor Sisters - I Don't Feel Like Dancin'

For Bear Force One?



You can blame Brian for this one. This is so much worse than Mandonna.

LOL @ the disclaimer in the beginning of the video.

I apologize if everyone on my AIM buddy list got a Facebook spam invite. I pressed the wrong button, and well, shit happens.

I went to Death Guild again last night, and there was an alarming lack of people that I know. Where were all you whores yesterday? I still had a lot of fun as I rode up with my ol' pal, Mikey (mcmikerson) (who is also a dancing machine), we were seriously there til just around closing time. He was very kind, and didn't externally laugh at my drunken lurching. I'd better see more familiar faces next week!

I'm off to San Diego in the morning for the ComiCon, so you kids be good while I'm gone. If you're lucky, and I like you, I'll get you some hot schwag.

Blonde Redhead - Silently

So this weekend I was determined to pick up the last installment in the Harry Potter books (don't worry, no spoilers are contained anywhere in this post), so I made plans to go wait in line at Bookshop Santa Cruz with my dearest Violet (slyviolet) and her boyfriend (wyldelf). However, beforehand there was a requisite birthday party to go to full of Violet's boyfriend's friends, none of whom I'd met before. So, I did what I always do when I have to meet flocks of new people at a social gathering, and need to ingratiate myself with them; I had 4 margaritas.

I'm not sure if the people I had just met appreciated me being so socially lubricated, but I had a great time with Violet and her boyfriend. And I took some small comfort in knowing that the owner/cook of the Italian restaurant we found ourselves in, Lucio, was more drunk than I was. He would periodically run out of the kitchen screaming, shouting what appeared to be obscenities in Italian. At one point he discovered some girl sitting at the bar was vegetarian (not really sure how) and started thrusting a giant piece of raw meat in her face. Was good times, them was! Afterwards we jaunted downtown and procured our copy of the book.

( Here's some really large photographic evidence of Violet and I getting our books! )

It took me just a little over 24 hours to finish!

On Saturday I decided to get back on the dating horse, and I spontaneously made plans to go out with this guy whom I'd been talking to on myspace for a few months. (I know, I know...) It was weird, because I think it was the first date I'd ever had that took place in the early afternoon. Sadly, it was not a love connection. His name was Dave, and Dave's favorite subject, like so many extremely good looking people, was himself. And he didn't even regale me with any interesting stories about himself, they were all mundane and boring, and I just ended up nodding through most of our lunch. I don't think he even asked me a single question about myself. I got a nice long reprieve when we mutually decided it would be a good idea to go see Hairspray. Hairspray was fucking awesome. It made up entirely for the last hour of being talked at. I highly recommend everyone go see it asap... So back to my mediocre date; about 3/5 through the movie, Dave didn't do the ol' yawn trick, but he did the do the scootchie thing where he tried to touch my hand and my leg, etc etc. Being the lame ass I am, I didn't scoot away or try to move away, I just sat there and sorta let it happen. After the movie was over he said, "So, what now?" and I told him I should probably start heading home, to which he says "Oh, well I have a jacuzzi at my place." WTF? I didn't know what to say to that. I just sort of stood there like a dear in headlights and said, "Ummm well, let's save that for next time." I could kick myself for throwing out mixed signals, but I didn't want to be a total asshole. So we said our goodbyes, I shook his hand, and I ran home to finish my precious book.

Not an entirely auspicious new beginning...