End Premature Ej

Guess the stuff doesn’t work. 🙂

We have the Dumbass Political Gesture du Jour.

For my next trick, I will protest the increasing secularization of the curriculum and the evils of phonetics by sticking my wankus in a light socket!

Whatever one’s views on politics and morality, aviation is technical, folks. Don’t do it at all if you can’t remember what it is you’re doing.

A shiny yellow Hummer withlots of shiny accessories and a few bumperstickers including:

4H CLUB: HUMMERS HARLEYS HORSES HOOTERS

T HUMMERGUY HOW ABOUT HOOKERS HANDJOBS HITLERS HICKS???

God bless you, genericus. I got up this morning, saw the front page of paper, and chorfed my coffee. And you’d already scanned it in.

http://www.actionlove.com/

Warning: lots of stuff about sex, although not at all intended for
titillation.

Bonus points for “anal breathing method”, insane color scheme, lots of
alarming pictures, and severe earnestness. Do not be drinking a hot
beverage while browsing this site.

I’m posting too much today but I did want to mention to the universe that my lab results are back and I *am* indeed doomed: glucose 192, high cholesterol, high bp, sugar in the urine, etc.

So I have to lose vast amounts of weight and probably take a little pill that makes me feel funny. Or die.

A few numbers on a piece of paper have me scared shitless. Which is probably what I needed.

You know it makes sense, don’t even think about it
Life and death are just things you do when you’re bored
Say fear’s a man’s best friend
Say fear’s a man’s best friend
Say fear’s a man’s best friend
You add it up it brings you down
–John Cale

Today my cat was a total bitch and yowled at me until I let her outside (she’s an indoor cat) at which point she ate about a kilo of grass and came in and choked on it for a bit. I don’t understand my girlfriend.

While outside I shot some pictures of her being inimitable.

Cut for the image- or pet-impaired

We daren’t go a hunting because of the TOTALLY INSANE FREAKAZOID HIPPIES that all BELIEVE IN FAIRIES and DANCE AROUND IN BATHROBES AND WINGS.

That’s where I met the Leprechaun. He tells me to burn things.

From the risks_digest

OPT IN OR DIE.

This is what we call today a “public-private partnership”. This is why I flinch whenever people talk about database integration and homeland security and using various Wackenhuts and Pinkertons to guard us.

God help us, they’re using the direct marketers to decide who shall be saved now.

But I was about to get the