sicpowered

now my kitchen is complete. may not be adequate in quality. may not hold a sense of permanence, but all the bases are belong to us.

today sees several new members of the fold:
a fucking hardcore microwave (on loan)
a coffee maker
a toaster
a broom and dust pan
a new kitchen knife set (three blades, sharpener and scissors)

yes. how very domestic of me. this is not only a pending sign of the apocalypse, but also one more of life's little ironies. but then you'd have to know/be me to get the joke.

next up, maybe a haircut, a shave, and some new ink.

ok, too late to continue much further. this entry is already starting to feel a bit like a scene from Fight Club. I better quit it before i start punching myself in the face.