Jabba the Cat is exceptionally lovey right now. can't keep him from hopping up into my lap randomly, and having a 20 lb. (and surprisingly spry) kitty hop up onto your lap from out of nowhere is not always pleasant.

he might be that way because i just (lovingly) shoved his two little (compared to him) buddies into cages and had them shipped out to reinforce the advanced recon unit dispatched to the Seattle/Tacoma area in preparation for a full out invasion set to take place in two weeks time (with mechanized support, even!), which is otherwise known as stem.

Operation Pussy Galore is on track and on schedule, well past the halfway mark complete and successful.

apparently i can't seem to become tired before way in the ass-crack of dawn, now. even though i was dead on my feet at work today.

i am now officially hooked on Red Bull. i blame Warren Ellis for putting the thought in my head with his brain custard. no, it's not causing the lack of sleep. i only have it in the morning, usually just before work.

i put off sorting through my stuff to decide what i keep and what i don't because i like my stuff. i mean, i bought it in the first place, of course i like it. but, you know. i have to. oh well. need to start soon.

night number two of drunken nothingness. my Jager is gone until after the move. working on the gin.

the gin has a little bowler hat on it!

awesome.


[later]
it is impossible to understand what the fuck Assy McGee is saying on that stupid fucking show of the same name on Adult Swim when a little tipsy.

and being drunk does not make Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job any better. it is a fucking waste of airtime, and they both should be beaten horrifically. as if Tom Goes To See The Mayor wasn't enough to beat them until they are only able to eat through a straw.

2:55 am (Alaska Standard)
i am beginning the process of getting decently drunk.

i was going to get horribly, horribly drunk, but i just remembered that i have that scheduled for tomorrow night. so tonight we'll just get regular drunk. not that drunk is a regular state for me, i'll just go to a standard level of inebriation, meaning i can remember wanting to, getting up to, and actually going to bed.

here we go.

3:22 am (AK Standard)
why am i not in Seattle? i should be in fucking Seattle. i shouldn't have a voice.

damnit. damnit! double damnit!

that's right, i said the "Double D" word. stuff it, Dean Venture.

4:23 am (AK Standard)
shit i'm fucked. fucked fuckin' drunk. to _Margot_, i'm sorry, i had a big, drunken birfday message for you, but it got eaten by drunken mistakes. i pwomise i'll tell you all about if tomorrow.

damnit. i really, really wanted to go to the concert. damn you, circumstances!

there's a woman on the Colbert Report that is waxing on and on about how No Child Left Behind is working wonderfully and is such a great achievement and i just want to punch her in the fucking throat.

teaching kids to score well on federal tests and nothing else is not a good education. the tests are shit; they don't teach kids to think, they teach kids to compute. big difference.

Very Important and Scientific studies conducted earlier this evening by highly trained and reputable scientists have concluded that human beings cannot breath peas. This flies in the face of Church Cannon, which dictates that "And lo, on the 23rd day, God didst submerge Adam in peas, and yea, he didst breath of them as if they were air." Read the BIBLE, it's in there.

Church officials declined to comment on the shocking discovery, saying that the Pope will convene a special council to discuss the matter and that a decision will hopefully be reached over the course of the coming days.

What exciting times we live in.

pre-preparation preparations are progressing splendidly.

also, Moleskine makes these awesome little city notebooks that are fucking amazing. i just bought one for Seattle, and it is filled with cool shit. like weights, measures, and clothing sizes conversion tables. and MAPS! it's got maps of the place it's about in it!

i love Moleskines. i have a "bad" habit of buying a bunch of them for no real reason at the time, though i do make use of them, almost always.

i am very upset. of all the realms out there on which the name is taken, and there are many, there is only 3 gnome rogues named Lidda. Philistines!

thankfully, there is a much higher percentage of dwarven warriors named Tordek. and most all of them are at least dwarves, too.

UPDATE!

judging by the sounds (and the distinctive F-16s zooming around for the last 30 minutes), the Thunderbirds are in town. and while i'm jumping out of my chair to watch every pass (because i am a complete and total fighter jet dork), this is really, really, really frustratingly depressing. there's almost nothing that i wish i could do more than to fly something like that, that's able to scream through the air. i'd even be willing to forgive the Navy for retiring my personal favorite fighter on my birthday 2 years ago.

damnit. that was awesome and sucky at the same time.