Here is my response to one of Asian Provocateur‘s recent posts (applicaple part reposted) that I though some of y’all might like to read and discuss: Highlight of my weekend was running into Spasticrobot and his wife and having a comprehensive, conspiratorial debate about the end of Harry Potter Book 7. No doubt JK has… Continue reading Yo Momma is a Horcrux!
Author: dubtea
1,000 Witnesses.
Today marks 1,000 days of me not smoking. Go me.
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I have no witty, smart, or vague reference to use for a title here. I can’t quite find the right words to convey to you what happened last night at the dome. It was just, well, yeah. All I can say is this: WHO DAT!
The post they called Jaaaaaaaaayne!
Cunning, ain’t it? The new DN™ (Drunk Native™) hat. Much thanks to wear with style. And for the record, if you’ve never watched Firefly, do it now, for me. At least watch the pilot episode – that’s all I ask.
Now hear this.
When I was a kid, I’d get this odd ringing / buzzing sound in my ear. I used to think it was my “super-hearing” gearing up. It was really exciting. I figured it was warming up or maturing, and at some point it’d be full-blown and I could hear anything I wanted. Not that any… Continue reading Now hear this.
No dreams in breathless sleep
So, I just popped one of six Ambiens that my doc gave me a few weeks ago. Let’s see how this works, for better or worse. It’s not an Rx or anything, just something to help me get back into a more regular sleeping habit. Lord knows I need it. I just hope it doesn’t… Continue reading No dreams in breathless sleep
Who Dat?
Oh Lord, I was in that number when the Saints went marching in. Well, I wasn’t in Cleveland so much as I was at Vaughan’s in the Bywater, but you get the idea. Besides, Vaughan’s is so much cooler that Cleveland. But goddamn, did those Saints march. A strong start for a new team, a… Continue reading Who Dat?
Television rots your brain.
25¢ to who can tell me what movie the above quote is from, without looking it up on the intertron. And it’s not even in imdb (click to learn what movie it is), so don’t even try. These are the things that are stuck in my brain instead of, say, the word for the thing… Continue reading Television rots your brain.
18 hours
I just finished a work day that started at 8:30am. I worked at the office all day, then at the R for a few hours, then at a location or two for a project with Jonah that I undershot / misjudged. Tomorrow is looking to be the same, except replace working at the R with… Continue reading 18 hours
Snakes? On _my_ Face?
It’s more likely than you think: I’d show you the roommate’s boyfriend’s and Jeremy’s also, but I don’t have pics, and Jeremy is currently in Alaska.