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So do any of you really have that much of a problem with toilet paper sticking to your bum? No, really, do you? Because if so you probably ought to address your diet and the consumption of whatever it is that you're consuming as opposed to buying a toilet paper that adheres less mightily to your buttocks.

People are dumb.
Speaking of dumb, hai:



I'm not going to turn this blog into another grump-fest, I seem to be doing much too much of that lately.
What's odd is that I've been almost silent save for work. Talking has not been my forte.
Texts? Yes.
Socializing? Barely; if you consider, "I'll have a beer, thanks" socializing.
Calls? No [although its never really has been a forte or latte or any te, really] I dislike talking on the phone.
I have this abject fear that the other person is staring at the celling doing the "wrap it up, wrap it up" with their index finger.



I'm going to the dermatologist Monday. As I have mentioned prior ad nauseam, I've dealt with skin cancer in the past. Had two surgeries for it, on my forehead. I was Frankennoggin'.
I go back again on Monday because of a suspicious critter on my arm; the same arm thats sat in the window while driving for the past twenty years. Oh that bodes well. So well.
And I have another area on the forehead and an area on my nose and on my shoulder and on my back. This'll mean I'm getting biopsied (where they cut out a slight area of flesh and have it sent to pathology labs where they check to see if it is cancerous or not and figure out if it is a melanoma [good] or carcinoma [bad] cancer type) in all three place [and two others I'm pretty sure of] which means I'll have stitches all over my face.
And arm.
And shoulder.
And back.

Huz-fucking-zah.



Tried to write this week but I just keep staring at the screen, staring at the wall, staring back at the screen and then just grunting a monosyllabic, noncommittal "Phuk" and then put back on my headphones and listen to music.
I've been listening to a lot of my older stuff that hasn't seen the light of my MP3 player for ages. Maybe I'm waxing nostalgic or maybe I'm just tired of all of my newer sounds, I'm really not sure.
I like rediscovering bands. Ones you think you knew all about and then don't listen to them for a year or two or ten and then, voila, "Oh hai dudes, I never knew you were writing about THAT!"



I need something pretty to fawn over. I'm a good fawner.



Having made my previous statement and then realizing I imposed a cat picture after that made me remember that I indeed do have something pretty to fawn over, sorry Bones.



I've actually been deciding on where I live by examining what cities have a larger bike polo scene. How is that for life priorities? I work in healthcare so jobs aren't hard to come by so I figured I'd follow my passion. The problem is is that I also looooove bartending annually at the Renn Faire and in order to come by that kind of spot in most Faire bars someones literally gotta die -- the spots are terrible hard to come by.
Le sigh.
I need more networking.



Okay, here:


And then the dump you're waiting for:









And I'm going to end this on a high note:



<3 ye,
Scotty