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Self-Portrait 3

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Very little of interest occurring of late.

-- I got my new camera today, and will be putting it through its paces in the coming weeks. Pictures soon.

-- Will be acquiring a new bed and throwing out my old couch and television shortly, in exactly the opposite of that order.

-- Have thrown away all my porn (that I have immediate access to -- I think there might be a box in storage) and taken a self-imposed vow of celibacy. So far I'm getting a lot more reading done.
Nightwing

In the future...

-- Musings about technology.

-- Movie impressions, recommendations and suggestions

-- At least something every day

-- Dietary confessions

-- The Battle Against Homelessness(tm)
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Nightwing

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-- I had a short comments conversation with Luke today wherein he seemed a bit surprised by something that I thought was common knowledge amongst my circle of friends, but apparently not. So in the interests of full disclosure and being stuck at work and bored as hell, allow me to share.

I live alone. With the exception of the year I lived in the house with the Sarahs and The Room With The Revolving Door, I've lived alone for the past decade. I rarely have visitors, and almost never of the unannounced variety. So I go around my apartment naked, because I honestly don't see any reason not to. It's not like there's anything down there I haven't seen before. Basically what that means is that if it's a physical object in my apartment, there's about a 60% chance that it's touched bare ass. Doors? Ass. Fridge? Ass. Closet doors? Ass. Oven? Ass (and boy howdy, THAT was a close one). And if we're talking a chair or couch, something actually designed for posterior contact, those odds go up to better than 100%. Definite bare-bottom contact.

I'm just putting that out there, so to speak. Just so you know.

-- Reader Request Time! has been more successful than I ever thought it would be. The latest batch of questions will be answered this weekend, either on Saturday or Sunday. In the meantime, the question thread is here. Feel free to offer any and all inquiries within.

-- I'm still laughing at those damn puppies. "Im in ur mouf", indeed.
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    Poison -- Talk Dirty To Me
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Runnin' with Scissors

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-- I'd previously thought that maybe it was just shitty quality on the mp3 that I'd downloaded, but no, even the album version of Innocent When You Dream (78) sounds like it was recorded over the telephone. Shit, maybe it was.

-- I've gotten a good bit of cleaning and organizing done in the apt this past week, but ultimate lethargy has set in in the writing department. A slew of entries and emails will likely go out while I'm at work tomorrow and this weekend, as I'll be in the shop for a good chunk of either Saturday, Sunday, or both.
Huey Freeman

Two Krispy Kremes, some fudge, and a paint brush.

Wonder of wonders, I actually managed to get up at 6 this morning, and be out the door by 7:10. I made it to work in plenty of time, even with a stop to get breakfast at Rama Jama's. I think the boost I got from the physical activity was instrumental in my ability to maintain a good mood today, so an early rise and a long walk before work is probably going to become a regular/semi-regular occurance. I think I can skip adding the Rama Jama's breakfast to the routine, tho'; making a habit of starting the day off with a piece of deep-fried meat can't be a good idea.

Breakfast in and of itself, however, is a good idea, so I'm going to try working that in tomorrow morning. If I get up at 6:30 that should give me time to make a cup of tea and a couple waffles to eat while I'm walking out the door. Then again, I have to make lunch tomorrow, and I'm =really= tired, so maybe not. I think I'll sleep 'til 7 and settle for a bottle of water and two big handfuls of Kashi.

I went to the grocery store after teh fu, since I had no fresh bread to make sandwiches. While I was there I accidentally bought tuna in vegetable oil instead of spring water. Yuck. Oh well, I'll eat one for lunch tomorrow, since I don't have anything else to make a sandwich out of, and I'll feed the other cans to the cats. While I was there, I had a strong urge to get some cash back, but I didn't because I can't for the life of me remember -- Yes, I should have gotten some cash. I need it for the cover at the Jupiter tomorrow night. Shit.
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    The Mythbusters episode where they blow up the cement truck.
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Self-Portrait 3

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-- I picked up a Gillette Fusion a the store the other day. I'm going to try it out either tonight or tomorrow and see how I like it.

-- One or two things are going on in my life right now (one thing in particular) that I really don't want to address in a public forum. Once again, the problem of the "audience-driven" livejournal rears its ugly head. But then, why else would you release missives on the internet unless you wanted someone/everyone to see them? I suppose I'll have to start regaling everyone with memes about which member of the cast of Lost wants to fuck me in the butt and rants about how this country is going to hell in a handbasket because it's peopled by barely functional retards.

I'm not really that angry about it, either. Sometimes that stuff just sort of slips out.
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Self-Portrait 3

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-- I need a new toaster. I also need a replacement for my George Foreman grill, but I'm reluctant to replace it with yet another GF grill, since that would be my third one.

-- I need to buy a curtain for my apartment. Hopefully I'll be taking care of that tonight. On a related note, noren are damn expensive.

-- Oh look, it's time to go home.
Self-Portrait 3

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-- Dammit, woman. I'm forced to infer from the conversation we had a week ago wherein you lamented to me that you were trying to lose weight that you have no idea what a sweet ass you have; I must therefore ask that you refrain from doing things like leaning over tables to pick stuff up and bending down to get files off low shelves. Especially in that skirt.

Sincerely, the Management.

-- I'm informed by a contact in the Library of Congress that this evening, the House will be debating a "non-binding resolution" on GTA: San Andreas. Your government in action, baby.

-- And while we're on the subject, in Grand Theft Auto you can shoot sombody in the neck with a sniper rifle, pop their head off, and watch the blood geyser up. Rating? Mature But what gets it slapped with an Adults Only rating? A sex minigame. I haven't played the infamous "Hot Coffee" minigame yet, but from what I've seen it looks like interracial sex, too, which is part of the reason there's such a big fuss over it whether any of its detractors will come out and admit it or not.

-- HELL. YES.
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    Eminem -- Ass Like That
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Self-Portrait 3

"The rock has to be in order, bro!"

-- Wow. Just... wow. This is fantastically shitty. It makes me glad we're not going to have to ride MARTA at the Freak Kennel this year. It also very sadly reminds me of one my favorite quotes, from Benjamin Franklin: "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety."

-- Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner's kid is going to be a set of arms and legs attached to a massive forehead, a jawline that can shatter mountains, and a mouth with four rows of huge teeth. Poor thing.

-- As you're going to bed tonight, count your blessings; at least you're not this guy.

-- Have some nerd art.

-- My life is in such a weird place right now. More details to come, when it's not so close to bedtime.