Ever get annoyed? Ever feel like someone needs to be told where the dog died? Or handed a crowbar and a tub of Elbow Grease to help them pry their head out of their arse? Congratulations--you've come to the right place.

And when I'm not commenting on the latest thing to piss me off, I'm trying to figure out my own twisted life. Because, hey, I'm like that.

On a gentler note: for anyone dealing with depression, anxiety, and other assorted bullshit: You are NOT alone.

And if you're looking for a laugh, search on the key word "fuckery." It's just my little thing (as the bishop said to the actress).

Monday, January 31, 2011


A preview of posts I'm cogitating over...

Still Not Bored of the Rings - because I'm rewatching them whilst making Lurrrrrve Monkeys
Fuck You, Star Wars - because the only REAL Jedi, Qui Gonn Jin, is BACK!
Mum - Daftness Reigns - She wants to go to Foxwoods.
Belated Baking - The recipes from the Xmas baking I promised so long ago
Mr. Lyons, Or How I Learned to Start Fighting and Hating the N-bomb - A new Jack story about how I learned what the Only Word I Censor meant
Dating: In Which I Join the Cougarverse Progress report at some point. Maybe.
Joy of YA - This will become a regular feature, I think, of reviews of REALLY FREAKIN' AMAZING books
Random Notes & the Empress Promotes - Another regular feature where I promote the projects friends & favorites are working on. The next one will feature the gaming store Chris Melville is trying to launch and Beat Da Wrap restaurant and nutrition

Plus the regular random fuckery, bitching, pissing, moaning, and the progress I'm making in the gym.

I'm also going to put together a quote file and update the other pages - particularly the Cast of Characters & What's Cookin'!

After the 19th, there'll be another Jim Jefferies performance review (becoz I'magoingta Foxwoods! The only fuckin' reason I'd step foot in a @#$%^&*()_ casino. My people* can take their revenge on the white man all they want; don't mean I'm gonna let the house win. Not on my salary.)

Any requests?

*Yes, I am part American Indian. A very little part, despite the efforts of the elder generation of my mother's family to prove the tribal affiliation and cash in for scholarships, etc. for my generation. Sheesh. Talk about exploitation... you will NEVER see a whiter family than mine. I mean, like PALE friggin' white, so pale I can wear that white Japanese face powder and it looks GOOD. I think where it comes through is the shamanic bit of me, but that could be pure conjecture. At least I'm not like a Certain Aunt who likes to believe my great-great-grandmother was an Indian Princess. I blame Disney.

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