so there's some dramz.

These past few days have not been my best.  In part because I am allowing this dude to get me down.  Anywho, he was previously referred to as the Pilot, but since he has gone into hiding (by his own admission) his new name is Anne Frank.

I, with help from the Captain, told him about this via voicemail.

who let the dog out?

I need to reconnect with Dog the Bounty Hunter.

I need to be more like him.

More weapons.  More leather.  More Jesus.  And a house in Hawaii.

welcome home.

As I opened the front door when I got home, there was something gross dragging under the edge of it.  My lovely cat Finny yakked up a hairball right by the threshold of my condo.  Awesome.  Better there than on the bed (which is still bare because I was too lazy to make it last night).

I don't know where this comes from.  If it wasn't disgusting, I would take pictures of these hairballs he coughs up.  I would also measure the length of these hairballs, and construct an imaginative diagram as to where hairballs of such length are stored in his body prior to expulsion.

creative constipation.

So much churning in my intellectual belleh.  But I can't get it out.  This is leaving my brain feeling lethargic and crampy.  Mehhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Maybe I should take suggestions for things to write about?

Instead I will share this trailer about a show that is created in Canada.  It's part of my ongoing education about Canada.  There are some interesting characters up there.

Oh yes.  You did see Chewbacca butt-seksing a clown.  It happened.

sell it, sister.

While I generally sing the praises of online dating, I have to admit it's a very weird place.  I really like the fact that you can put your needs/wants out there from the get-go, in a way that you just can't in conversation.  Plus, there's someone out there for everybody, so I find people are generally honest.  But you take the good with the bad, and by bad, I mean disturbing.

I recently got a notification from XYZ dating site that someone wanted to meet me.  I click on this profile and everything is about balloons.  Pictures of balloons.  Various sections of info all reference balloons.  I have seen some weird shit.  But this is the weirdest shit I've seen on this site.  I'm not judging, but aren't there specific places for people that have such unique and specific, um, desires?

Here it goes.

Again.

I have been encouraged by several stakeholders to please publish a blog or something.  It's not easy feeling like a piece of meat, but the least I could do was oblige.  Or at least try to oblige.