It's Snow Awful...but it's not the snow.

Last night I went to bed super early, since I have been burning my end with two candles for the past couple/few weeks. Very little of that time has been spent actually doing productive things, though. A little extra time making a blanket here, more time watching anime on the dvr there. Homework? When I absolutely must, but really no sooner.

I woke up bright and early and decided to make coffee, which I seldom do. Six or seven inches of snow fell last night, and I figured that with the drive to school almost guaranteed to blow goats, it would be sensible to be awake for the experience.

You know, I have been making coffee for years now, and you would think that I would have it down to a science. That would be a false assumption, however. For some reason I make coffee as though I hate myself.

I lost count while doling out teaspoons of coffee into the filter, and somehow managed to make a generic espresso gel, which a cup of will doubtlessly keep me awake for the next month. Of course, I had several. There are several true and awful stories floating around my circle of friends which serve as testimony to my unwillingness to dump out even the most heinous brew, and today is no exception.

The only upshot is that I was able to fob off one large mug to the guy who plowed out my car this morning. I don't hate him, but you would think so based solely on the fact that I gave him coffee.
Maybe it's karma for something he did in a past life. If that's the case, then justice has been served. In a mug.

The Horrifying Truth

April 06, 2006

Yesterday I bought a pack of Dubble Bubble bubble gum, something which I hadn't chewed since I was oh...about ten years old. I noticed that they still have the little comics printed, much like Bazooka Joe, around the gum.

Upon closer review, I noticed that most of the comics revolve around the life of a litle boy. And what would his name be, you ask?

Pud.

Personally, I'm thinking about immortalizing it with a tattoo or something. The joy I feel has no words.

Aural Sex

Let's take a scamper back in time to June 9, 2007, when I finally got DSL hooked up in the house: (from my Myspace blog)


Thanks to the wonders of DSL, I have been exploring hithertofore uncharted corners of my digital world.

Luckily for you, I wanted to share THIS:

http://www.pherotones.com/index.php

These are ring tines designed to aurally seduce members of the opposite sex. I'm not even making this up.

Be sure to listen to all the ring tones...and ask yourself, what kind of man or woman would this attract?

"Wizard's Sleeve" in the men's ringtones would be sure to get you laid if you're trolling (pun intended) for chicks at a rennaissance faire. Be sure to ask "prithee please."

And, not to be left out, "A Good Strong Man" in the women's section is left for the woman who has decided to cast out her net in hopes of catching either a homosexual man or John Tesh. Wait a sec....

But, better than the ringtones themselves are the TESTIMONIALS. Since there are only three, I would like to simply copy and paste the two that made me laugh. But please do look at it yourself, because the pictures are the gravy on these dumplings:

ANGELA, SAN DIEGO "Pherotones made my life complete. You know, like in that movie with that guy who's a jerk at first but all the girls really want him and he ends up meeting that ugly girl with the glasses who really is hot when she takes her glasses off and proves to him that he's really a nice guy after all. Kind of like that."

DERRICK, NYC "I wasn't much of a ladies' man before Pherotones. Now they call me 'Mr. Lady.'"

I have no words.