Well, look at that. "Breach hull--all die." Even had it underlined.

As if I couldn't get any geekier...

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 06:52:12 GMT

I posted a comment on Wil Wheaton's blog.

I am loving him on The Guild:
season 3 episode 1
season 3 episode 2
season 3 episode 3

New Fall Lineup

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 11:48:02 GMT

Is it just me or did Twilight and Buffy have a baby in the form of The Vampire Diaries

Pennsic Prep

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 22:25:49 GMT

Since my arrival here at Quartermaster's place on Thursday, I feel as though we've accomplished quite a lot by way of preparing her place for the upcoming parties that she has been planning for a few mutual friends. I am pleased that a few of the oddball tasks that we had on the back burner for war are completed (Ship's articles, Favors for crew, Boot replacement/repair half-way finished) But I am still buzzing about the others that are waving their middle fingers at me. I really want to get our court garb finished. I'd like to sew up my pirate hat, in addition make one that matches my court garb and if all possible, I would also like to construct a parasol of the same material. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed.

Likely I can see Skwrl's Mongolian Deel and matching hat getting finished within a few days, I just have to draft a pattern. Conchobar's Kimono and Hakama pants will take one-two days at the most. I can sew these in my sleep now. I can make a few pair of wrap pants, fix up the silk ones, and get my son a haircut for war that will De-Stooge what my mother did to his formerly Robert Chase from House M.D. hairstyle.

As for the truck situation, I don't think I can get too fixated on it, its already making me feel very sick to my stomach. The gravity of my financial situation has made me reconsider going to war several times already; but come hell or high water I will be there. That much I can assure myself. The truck repairs and car insurance bill have my belly a bit butterflied. I can only hope that when I get to war all of my worries will be forgotten, at least for a week.

My favourite scene from potc

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:32:28 GMT

No Truth at All

Pennsic War. . .

Mon, 25 May 2009 23:11:52 GMT

Its almost here bitches.

:)

Ac1dburn Sez leave B4 UR expunged

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 10:17:46 GMT

Got my grandfather's PC up and running. Finally. Now its time to sit back and have rum & coke.

Yak yak yak... GET A JOB!

"Come with me..."

Rain Dogs

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 03:00:18 GMT

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the Rain Dogs
Taxi, we'd rather walk.
Huddle a doorway with the Rain Dogs
For I am a Rain Dog, too
Chorus:
Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away
All of the lights
We've always been out of our minds.
The Rum pours strong and thin
Beat out the dustman
With the Rain Dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train
Give my umbrella to the Rain Dogs
For I am a Rain Dog, too.
Oh, how we danced with the
Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you
Whispered to me
You'll never be going back home

What Tarot Card Am I?

Sat, 07 Feb 2009 21:00:36 GMT

You are The Star

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised

The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Snow Day

Wed, 28 Jan 2009 10:33:07 GMT

Its the first Snow Day of the season.
My driveway is all covered in white and my kid is home for the day.

Kim Manners passed away

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 08:26:55 GMT

and I'm very sad.

[tear]

Number 42 sat at the end of the dark wood and pineapple painted hallway. It seemed perfectly innocuous from the outside, but the interior was quiet unique. Upon entering the eye would be again fooled, a cleverly laid “red carpet” to the obsession within. The vestibule was chock full of interesting accents. A finely constructed globe of varying metals, a telescope to its right, even a long bisected map of the world stretching in a panoramic view along the long narrow wall. It too was embossed in copper, gold, and silver, matching its round counterpart on the opposite side.

These things cleverly lured the visitors into the living room, and the real meat of the apartment. At the south wall stood a bookshelf housing a bounty of volumes varying from Schrödinger’s Theory to the Mothman Prophecies. Cubbied amid the shelves of books was a fish tank with a few mollies living blissfully unaware of the outside world in their habitat. Under the X-Taped window was a desk and a couch. It was on this couch that a man slept. He was fully dressed in a suit, the jacket slung over the back of his computer chair, his shoes off and resting before the coffee table.

The television was on, the sound lowered to a quite whisper displaying an infomercial for spray-on hair in a can. A tape was ejected from the VCR labeled “Ass lovers 64”. The lanky man was sleeping with a disjointed posture that labeled his obsession to the job perfectly. It wasn’t until the blare of his phone woke him that he roused with a groan. Fishing the cellular from under the sofa he depressed the talk button, and brought the oversized phone to his ear.
“Mulder,” he offered into the receiver.
“Mulder, you’re never gonna believe where the shots came from!” The man on the other end was excited and filled with an almost prepubescent eagerness as he spoke.
“Langly I’m not following you,” Mulder muttered, but the lone gunman continued unaffected.
“Beyers got some new footage o the JFK assassination.” A voice cut in from the background. “Tell him about the cheesesteaks…” frohikie interrupted.
“Oh yea, we’re gong out for cheesesteaks later if you want in.”
Mulder sat up more, rolling his shoulders, “Sure… I’ll give you a call after I get home from the office.”
“Off to see the illustrious Miss. Scully?” he heard Frohikie comment. Mulder ignored it.
“Alright, but you gotta see this footage man, this is making front page of the next issue,” Langly finished. The phone clicked dead and Mulder replaced it on the cradle. He was used to their phone etiquette, conspiracy theorists, it came with the territory. Langly and the rest of the Lone gunmen would have to wait, right now it was time to get a shower and head into the office.

After showering and changing into an almost identical suit he made his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge to peer inside. Sitting on the wire rack was a container of Sunny Delight. Hopeful, Mulder opened the lid and took a mouthful of juice. His face crumpled like a sour granny and he tasted the foul liquid. “Oh-fu-” he complained holding the juice in his mouth without swallowing. Tipping the container up he saw the sell by date and his throat practically collapsed as he read “sell by 95” stamped on the bottom. Spitting the juice back into the jug he re-closed it and shoved it back onto the empty shelf.

I'm an X-Philer to the core. I am in mourning. I definitely feeling a sense of

About this.

beef. Its what's for dinner

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 07:53:00 GMT

No shit there I was. With Skwrl at Karaoke. And this Acrylic tipped blonde wannabe fucking farts on both of us and then tries to pass if off as though one of the inferior chicks ie . me or Skwrl had defiled the bar with the smell of ass.

I laughed so hard I snarfed.

Muhahaha!

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 09:12:15 GMT

I believe that my new icon says it all.

Singing @ the bar

Tue, 13 Jan 2009 07:40:21 GMT

It went well.
So very awesomely well I deserve a karaoke medal.
I sang this:

and I dare say I was better then Meryl.

It made me high with happy.

Halloween photos

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 20:47:10 GMT

Forgot to post up these shots of myself and Skwrl dressed like Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo. We won 2nd place. Here were the other entry winners.

1st Place: Senator McCain & Wife

2nd Place: Dr. Gonzo & Raoul Duke

3rd Place: Bettie Paige

**Not to sound bitter but I think we can see the clear winners here.

Mexican Joust

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 20:10:56 GMT

Remember when Hollywood used to make GOOD movies?

God I miss Lex

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 17:41:32 GMT

Smallville this season really has me wishing for my favourite baddie. Not that the episodes aren't enjoyable, I just miss the lad. IMO no one can deliver a moment of evil Lex quite like Michael Rosenbaum. So last night (while writing some Justice League fanfic and while waiting for Smallville episodes to cashe) I got on YouTube to satiate my hunger.

And lookie what I found:

(( Pst I <3 Chlex fic ))

Happy 2008 Holiday Season

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 01:56:22 GMT

Hey I made a Holiday Card! Its making me snicker.

Have a good __insert holiday__ this year!

Early Countdown

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 14:53:15 GMT

This is Halloween

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 12:24:14 GMT

Well the workplace decorations look fantastic. The costumes for myself, Connor and the Skwrl are all together. My grandfather bought a bag of treats to give out to the potential trick or treaters... all in all things are comming together nicely. I'm truly excited for the upcomming holiday.

Costumes:
Connor: Dr. Horrible
Me: Captain Hammer [trick or treating] / Hunter S. Thompson [Scary-oke]
Skwrl: Death [work/Trick or treating] / Dr. Gonzo [Scary-oke]

**What is everyone else wearing?

Happy Birthday Mr. President!

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 23:30:13 GMT

You are a Marilyn -- "I am affectionate and skeptical."

Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.

How to Get Along with Me

* Be direct and clear

* Listen to me carefully

* Don't judge me for my anxiety

* Work things through with me

* Reassure me that everything is OK between us

* Laugh and make jokes with me

* Gently push me toward new experiences

* Try not to overreact to my overreacting.

What I Like About Being a Marilyn

* being committed and faithful to family and friends

* being responsible and hardworking

* being compassionate toward others

* having intellect and wit

* being a nonconformist

* confronting danger bravely

* being direct and assertive

What's Hard About Being a Marilyn

* the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind

* procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself

* fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of

* exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger

* wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right

* being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations

Marilyns as Children Often

* are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn

* are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger

* form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent

* look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel

* are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent

Marilyns as Parents

* are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty

* are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence

* worry more than most that their children will get hurt

* sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz

So.........zzZzZZzZZ..........Bu-Boring!

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 23:09:59 GMT

My mother calls to make plans to watch Connor this afternoon/early evening. I'll lay aside the argument that she had to make the phone call about picking him up from my work, her plans, her mother's plans to go to early church, dinner, what my brother was doing tomorrow and then the need to re-tell me these things a few times, (all while having another conversation with her mother and ignoring that she was on the phone with me at work) aside and say one more thing.

Its 51 degrees outside, and its daytime. This evening its supposed to drop to 38. Who in the name of Zeus' butthole wants to walk around Peddler's Village amid the CLOSED stores AT NIGHT to go see the entries for a stupid scarecrow contest? JESUS, I think watching paint dry actually has more of an appeal than this. The fumes will get you a little high, you can see the colour change (a little) and you're not (hopefully) freezing your ass off while contemplating ritual suicide.

And they said the Japanese had cornered the market on torture techniques.

I'm WHAT time?

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 14:20:11 GMT

God damned daystar!

Mundanne entry: #whatever

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 13:09:30 GMT

I missed Supernatural last night. Thank god for the internet. I think when I get in I will be watching that and Smallville.

Aside from missing a television show, life is strangely good today. I'm more awake than usual, my eyeballs don't feel all dried out and itchy, and my hair (still wet as it is) feels reshreshingly awesome against my scalp. Its almost like I used...
...caffinated soap....

[Eyes Skwrl]

...Son of a bitch.

'Was I talking? Did they hear me?'

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 20:57:56 GMT

"This was the fatal flaw in Timothy Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling 'consciousness expansion' without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for those who took him too seriously. After West Point and the Priesthood, LSD must have seemed entirely logical to him... but there is not much satisfaction in knowing that he blew it very badly for himself, because he took too many others down with him.

"Not that they didn't deserve it; No doubt they Got What Was Coming To Them. All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But this loss and failure is ours, too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole lifestyle that he helped to create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumptions that somebody--or at least some force--is tending that light at the end of the tunnel."

"How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, ...well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?"

:D

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 02:39:12 GMT

lil guy was sick today. But soooooooooup = better feeling.