Guessin' it's a buyer's market for "LIVESTRONG" bracelets.

A man shot lasers into my eyes on monday. Sitting in my room recovering all week. got a new bookshelf too!!!

So i'm sitting here wearing just flip flops and running shorts with transmission fluid all over them and i've just finished my scotch but now i'm out of celestial seasonings sleepy time tea. white people probs.

In 2010, eleven poison dart frogs were raised at WWT Slimbridge by amphibian keepers in pint glasses of water, topped up with shop-bought Rooibos tea. Rooibos was used because it contains antioxidants with anti-fungal properties. This successfully protected the frogs against infection by chytridiomycosis.

Last night I dreamt I found some new kind of musical instrument. I'm pretty sure it doesn't exist in reality. It was gorgeous. I found it in with some old guitars and it was pretty old-looking itself. It resembled an oddly-shaped guitar, though i shan't go into a detailed description. When I strummed it, however, it didn't sound like a guitar, it sounded much more like a mix between a dobro and a banjo. The strings also seemed to move, recessing down into the fretboard, bending themselves to change the pitch of the note. Then later I dreamed I was on an escalator and bit some fat girls' ass. I don't remember if I was angry with her or if I was trying to flirt.

so this is kind of late, but i think i pulled off christmas pretty well this year. no friends or family this year, but i still did it right. i had bought the new batman comic (hardcover) "Noël" (authored and illustrated by Lee Bermejo) just before christmas. also bought myself a nice bottle of scotch and some chocolate. So christmas day comes around and i'm holed up in my cozy abode like a baby beaver up under his mama in the warmest recess of the beaver dam on a cold snowy day on a river in some remote canadian forest. and there i was, reading this new batman, bermejo giving batman the charles dickens treatment which i found oddly suitable. the wind was beating against my windowpane as i took nourishing swigs out of my scotch glass, not unlike our aforementioned baby beaver might envelop his mama-beaver's teat with his little beaver mouth and let himself be warmed and soothed by that warm, rich and frothy mama-beaver milk. no, this is not some fucked up zoological manifestation of the oedipus thing, or at least, i'm not aware that it is such. i just think beavers know how to get cozy and if you ever went in a beaver den, i'd say you might find a bottle of scotch, especially if i had been in there. also, batman.

Fastnacht in Mainz was out of control. So many people dressed up and the lines for every bar were ridiculous. Still, the energy was perfect. everyone was happy and the mood was right. it wasn't even that cold.