"Jesus Christ looks like me. Jesus Chriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiist, yeah!"
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in an effort to cut the cost of living to a manageable level so i'll have enough nickels to support this irrepressable impulse buying habit of mine, i called the evil entity--i mean uh the cable company--and had the soul-and-wallet-sucking extended service downgraded to simple basic 12 channels.
(now that you're reeling from one of the world's longest run-on sentences from the world's most unlikely source, let's move on.)
i realized today--while pawing through mounds of overdue bills who's lateness has little to do with lack of funds and a lot to do with a sort of lazy malaise towards all things made of paper save books--that i'm being sort of robbed of $42 per moon of my hard earned (cough, gag) cash on what amounts to probably about 23 minutes a month of quality Comedy Central, i.e. Southpark.
though the show is witty and should probably be banned because of its poignant and telling commentary about the spiraling decay of American society (i'm sure Dubya has some sort of nefarious plan to lump Parker and Stone in with the terrorists) and the number 42 is blisteringly, astoundingly cool for reasons i won't go into for fear of re-hashing a certain coolness that doesn't need my slavering endorsement to stand as a pinnicle of literary achievement, i decided to get back to the basic(s) of cable. and, for the record, i would have gleefully slashed even that from my cable bill if the monopoly, err, the cable company didn't require at least basic service to maintain broadband internet access, i.e. my lifeline to this site, the world, mapquest, email, strongbad, and websites about poo.
so, i feel much vindicated and a not a little horny about having saved myself around 30 monthly bones (not that kind) a month on tv programming i didn't particularly need or even want overmuch.
i'm also sort of ecstatic about October, the month, not the SG (though she IS rather delectable).
i'm also dreaming not a little bit about Scotland for reasons which are purely selfish and involve red-headed, pale skinned beauties with that lilting, purring brogue for which i usually end up being a puddle on the floor, much less making one.
if you've read this far, you deserve a good smack on the ass, something which i'll gladly provide to my female visitors posthaste. male members will have to somehow be dressed in baseball or football uniforms, doing badly at whatever it is they do, and i'll have to be the coach giving encouragement. otherwise sod off.
-pb
music: tool
book: the further chronicles of conan, robert jordan
ps - here there be a shot of Lucia Moniz, Portuguese chanteuse and sometime co-star in certain movies. she is of particular interest to me (aside from the obvious qualities of being a lady musician and minor celeb) because i see in her gaze and features a certain soft, feminine beauty, at once strong and vulnerable. 'tis a look of coming home, of soft hands and softer embraces, of assurances of lifelong devotion. or it could be that she's just straight up hot.
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in an effort to cut the cost of living to a manageable level so i'll have enough nickels to support this irrepressable impulse buying habit of mine, i called the evil entity--i mean uh the cable company--and had the soul-and-wallet-sucking extended service downgraded to simple basic 12 channels.
(now that you're reeling from one of the world's longest run-on sentences from the world's most unlikely source, let's move on.)
i realized today--while pawing through mounds of overdue bills who's lateness has little to do with lack of funds and a lot to do with a sort of lazy malaise towards all things made of paper save books--that i'm being sort of robbed of $42 per moon of my hard earned (cough, gag) cash on what amounts to probably about 23 minutes a month of quality Comedy Central, i.e. Southpark.
though the show is witty and should probably be banned because of its poignant and telling commentary about the spiraling decay of American society (i'm sure Dubya has some sort of nefarious plan to lump Parker and Stone in with the terrorists) and the number 42 is blisteringly, astoundingly cool for reasons i won't go into for fear of re-hashing a certain coolness that doesn't need my slavering endorsement to stand as a pinnicle of literary achievement, i decided to get back to the basic(s) of cable. and, for the record, i would have gleefully slashed even that from my cable bill if the monopoly, err, the cable company didn't require at least basic service to maintain broadband internet access, i.e. my lifeline to this site, the world, mapquest, email, strongbad, and websites about poo.
so, i feel much vindicated and a not a little horny about having saved myself around 30 monthly bones (not that kind) a month on tv programming i didn't particularly need or even want overmuch.
i'm also sort of ecstatic about October, the month, not the SG (though she IS rather delectable).
i'm also dreaming not a little bit about Scotland for reasons which are purely selfish and involve red-headed, pale skinned beauties with that lilting, purring brogue for which i usually end up being a puddle on the floor, much less making one.
if you've read this far, you deserve a good smack on the ass, something which i'll gladly provide to my female visitors posthaste. male members will have to somehow be dressed in baseball or football uniforms, doing badly at whatever it is they do, and i'll have to be the coach giving encouragement. otherwise sod off.
-pb
music: tool
book: the further chronicles of conan, robert jordan
ps - here there be a shot of Lucia Moniz, Portuguese chanteuse and sometime co-star in certain movies. she is of particular interest to me (aside from the obvious qualities of being a lady musician and minor celeb) because i see in her gaze and features a certain soft, feminine beauty, at once strong and vulnerable. 'tis a look of coming home, of soft hands and softer embraces, of assurances of lifelong devotion. or it could be that she's just straight up hot.
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And I like to think that I achieved world's longest run-on sentence yesterday in my journal. I fixed it though and now it's just two nearly record breaking run-ons.