Today my teacup broke in two. For no good reason. I was lifting it to take a sip, and half of it fell off. I luckily didn’t have it over my laptop. It fits together with no gaps, so it didn’t shatter. Just broke. I think my tea hates me. Fuck you, tea.
Desi’s been sick all week, and I’m taking care of her. I hope she gets better soon, I’m not a good caretaker.
Does anyone else, upon seeing molten lava on TV, become seized with a desire to touch it?

is about to drown in a futile search for ice floes where it normally hunts. Or it will find a landfill and live there.

The napkin.

There’s some christian group flooding my television screen with ads late at night. They show various attractive teens running around, drinking beer, laughing, dancing, having a general good time. Then it cuts, inexplicably, to one sitting alone in his car, and looking bummed out, again, for no reason. A voiceover actor then takes time out of his busy day to inform you that “god offers more” or something. ALSO that “spiritual coaches” are waiting, RIGHT NOW, to talk to you.

First of all, what the fuck. I mean really. It’s not like they show the kid smoking a crack pipe and blowing a guy for a ride to his baby-mama’s house where he pays the rent by getting his dick smashed by the buckle end of a belt. He’s running around getting wasted with hot chicks. He does a keg stand. I can imagine it would be a bit shameful to be involved in something so dude-bro douchey, but still, it’s beer, going in your facehole. That’s a good thing. So what the fuck does he have to be all introspectard about? I thought it was a “don’t drive drunk” commercial at first, and I thought “Don’t do it, guy!” and then when they revealed what that shit was I did this:

Because their premise was BULL. SHIT. It’s like showing a 7th grader who’s depressed because he fucked a teacher. That has never happened.

Seanbaby is everything awesome in the world.

More tea.

On reddit I entertained the idea of starting a “hackerspace” somewhere here in North County. I’m interested in the idea, but have noplace really to host one. Anyone I know into it?

I’ve been spending too much time on twitter as well.

Sitting on the couch, sitting at a table. I have Echo & the Bunnymen on a discography list from Grooveshark and the foosball game on mute. Desi made me cakes in a pan which were tasty and very filling. I have a half a cup of coldish coffee.

I feel kind of bad for the Bears. They look terrible. It’s the Cutler Curse. That guy is like throwing a landmine in your sandbox. Sooner or later he’s going to blow up, and it’s going to make children sad. Uh…and…destroy a twisty slide.

I remember a long time ago in my youthood we had some kind of family get together at Holiday Park in Carlsbad, near my great-grandma’s house. My cousin Mimi was behind me as I ascended the glorious twisty slide. I remember thinking “My god I’m fifty miles in the air” when later visits confirmed the slide is maybe 8′ tall. I paused for maybe 3/5ths of a second to gaze around in wonderment from my lofty vantage point, when my cousin, behind me on the ladder, started yelling.

“Hurry up! I wanna slide!” she screeched.Of course that made me slow down, dramatically. I smirked at her while moving in exaggerated slow-motion, which infuriated her further and caused a great torrent of squeaky child verbal abuse.

(Hey! Bears interception. They needed that)

Eventually she started whaling on my legs, angry that I was purposely denying her joy. This would not stand! So turning, I gave her a mild shove with my foot, unfortunately right in the chest, which caused her remaining non-attacking hand to slip off the rung of the ladder. I remember her falling, slow-mo action movie-style, and landing in the sand below with an expanding halo of dust poofing away from her. Then the adults came running in. Watching the procession I knew there was only one thing to do: I grimly turned, mounted the last few steps of the ladder, and slid down the twisty slide.

It was super-fun.

with my baby.

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Captain Mal is a wonderful, singular character. Love it.

I’ll post random shit from reddit.com that I lul at here as well as other stuff.

My lack of sleep is disturbing…URK.