Where angry eyes peer out from dilapidated buildings...with love.
I have an idea for a cartoon starring gnats. Really, all I have is the name, "Gnatitude"...maybe something with "gnarly", but that only has the "gn"...I guess I really don't have an idea, per se.
Here's a movie name/concept I'm shocked hasn't been used yet (I checked imdb.com)...a internet-based dating romantic comedy called...wait for it..."LOL: Love Out Loud".
It's that time of year again. Time for ghost, goblins, and horror genre tinged erotic webfiction. Am I right folks?
Things that happened today:
This costume makes me laugh for some reason. I can't imagine letting my child leave the house like this...or at least, I can't imagine them leaving the house without me breaking into scorn filled laughter as soon as the door closed.
...a wad of bread doesn't make the cough syrup medicine go down in the most delightful way. It actually just absorbs the medicine and tastes like a big wad of cough syrup flavoured bread in your mouth. Don't ask how I know this.
Nothing going right today. Topped (so far) with my 'pity me' Burger King order getting filled wrong. What did they give me? A small fries and a small onion rings. Seriously, who orders that? Too tired and weary, and too many cranky babies (1) to bother to take it back and get the right thing.
Passed a church while driving Holly around to help her fall asleep (and help Jody get some sleep). While I do have a high fever, I'm pretty sure the marquee next to the name of the church simply said "Share your pie".
...I'll call it "Bathroom Tissue" from now on. At least until someone hits me for saying it.
Another week, another baby cold, and another Brian cold. Plus, another chance to see if any of the ingredients in Booberry are the cure for this common cold.
Just got an email from "Jesus Hatfield". The topic is just "hi". I know it's spam, and probably about penis lengthening...but I just want to click on any email from Jesus Hatfield.
Spent about 10 minutes while trying to fall asleep replacing "bear" with "pear" in words and phrases in my head. Bolar pear and Pear Stearns almost amused me. Otherwise, not time well spent.
I'm up at 3:30 am with Holly, because of after one and a half weeks of relative healthiness, she's got a runny nose again and has trouble sleeping. Thanks daycare and drafty window.
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I was thinking, on the drive home, that a really cool wish to have granted would be that every song you heard was your favourite song. Not like, the same song, but that you reacted to every song like it was your favourite song in the world. It would transform just putting up with radio stations to getting a rush every time a new song started, regardless of the song. I'd rather enjoy each song tremendously rather than have anything like "good taste" in music. Right now I have neither, so life is full of background music that just grates on the nerves, or at best, blends out in nothingness. If I do like a song, I can usually overhear it to apathy in a month or two. Even old favourites are like "Meh...it could be worse". Now, to super enjoy every song I heard at any time, like some teenage girl who loves every song *insert current pop culture relevant band* makes...it'd be better than constant orgasms.
Last night, my wife Jody had an information session for job placement at her HR masters program school with General Mills. That's right, the cereal company. They scour the ranks of the masters students at this school because they're a local Minnesotan company. Blah blah blah, sales pitch, sales pitch, sales pitch later, at the end of the session, they give everyone, and I shit you not, a box of Lucky Charms.
I'm the captain. You're my second mate. You don't have what it takes to be my first mate. You don't have an eyepatch.
