Well, now I know I’ve really made it. My friend Jenna, who used to live with Barrett Brown and is currently Facebook-engaged to Adrian Lamo, has Glitterified me. First the ninja trading card, now this. And all of DramaSec has been hammering that post ever since, wondering what the hell is going on.
Absolute, positive proof that bitching about moving house pays off.
When I mentioned on Facebook that I was coming to the wild Penticistan steppes above Ruralopolis, I never thought that the locals would take it upon themselves to create a Welcome video for me. Apparently, they were so overcome with joy at the thought that soon the mighty raincoaster would roam the sagebrush slopes above the lake, gibbering softly and occasionally making nameless sacrifices on mysterious altars on the hilltops, that they created this gloriously Canadian multiculti work of art to welcome me.
It appears they think I do not know what is meant by the term “Indian pony” but we will let it slide. After all, OMG PONIES!
No, really, the problem is I have no budget for anything fun lately. I’d better be paid by next Monday, because that’s Packing Up and Moving Into Storage Day, not yet a national holiday, and I am going to need to pay some bills by then, for srs. There’s no point in having all the funds in the world “in invoices” because as far as I know truck rental companies won’t take invoices in lieu of cash.
Nor will liquor stores, and I am going to CLEAR ONE OUT on the evening of the 25th, believe me.
Many and many are the times we have been told that a meat-including diet leads to anger management issues and constipation, unlike the Diet of Peace, which causes the dieter to exude an ethereal glow and yoga tips at all times. Oh, and it is needless to remark, but what the hell, I do dream of being paid by the word one day, that they have cornered the market on defensive sanctimony, taking it away from the Catholic Church in a hard-won title match.
And now that I know where I won’t be living in March and am a few steps closer to knowing where I WILL be living, I can take the time to get back to some of my normal routines. Like getting into flamewars on Gawker.
Why do people assume vegetarians are trying to prove something to you or are judging you? I could give a fuck less if people eat meat. Hell, I prepare it all the time for my family. If you or someone you knew had a heart attack or stroke like my mother has had and it devastated their and your life, I doubt you’d tell them “Burgers up!” though.
I’m not. His article was full of snide remarks. Heart disease has taken an incredible toll on my family so I had an opinion to share. How am I being judgmental by saying I don’t mind other people eating meat exactly? This article was judgmental from the get go.
I wouldn’t give you the time of day in real life so I won’t on here, anymore. Go back to the Games People Play store, crawl back into your darkened corner with all the other dorks who will never get laid and have a big circle jerk until you collapse and die.
I’m a little late getting into the Christmas spirit this year, partly because I missed my traditional opening to the Christmas Season, Christmas at Hycroft, thanks to the month-long Death Flu of Death flu that sent me to the hospital a couple of times instead of to the mall to see Santa like normal. But today at Starbucks I did indulge myself in a new Christmas album of jazz/lounge standards, of which I have an extensive collection, and I’m taking this as the official start of the season. It’ll sit nicely between my Ren & Stimpy Christmas Album and that one by the Gospel singer with the incredibly moving voice who was convicted of beating his wife.
But there’s one Christmas tradition that never gets old for me: pimping out my Christmas List to tens of thousands of people on social media, in the vague hope that one or more of them will weaken and buy me something. So without further ado, here is what I want, and how and when I want it.
That has never worked for me on OK Cupid, so I might as well try it here.
a pony. I’m fat now, Santa, so make it a sturdy Welsh Cob or Connemara pony.
a new hat, to replace the one that got stolen, my lamented and loved Official Indiana Jones Stetson which I bought on the very last day that Woodwards was open.
Chanel Allure perfume
Viktor & Rolf Spice Bomb perfume
any of Biella Coleman’s books or books about WikiLeaks except Julian Assange’s Cypherpunks, which I already have
an MP3 player, preferably an iPod Touch (used is fine) so I can get back into running without getting bored out of my mind
iPhone and a Virgin plan, because of all the places I’ve tried Virgin is the ONLY company that always has great service
raincoaster 