1. I wish I had an ass to keep these pants up. All gut, no butt.
2. Food=love. Thanks, mom.
3. I'm drinking PowerAde and feeling surprisingly drowsy.
4. My grandma on my father's side was born in 1895 and live until '98
5. I eat too many starches, not enough vegetables. Ditto fruit.
6. I've been an introvert all my life.... Read More
I'd say I'm almost to the point were I give up and go live in the woods in a cabin with a donkey named Steve. I may have to wipe my ass with pine needles, but I'd say it's worth it for not having to put up with anything else ever. I'd pontificate more, but I know nobody reads these things.
This time of year there's always some sort of show on about something spooky. Ghosts and goblins and all sorts of boogins. I find that I enjoy a lot of the ghost-hunting shows, but more for the history of the structures, atmosphere, and things of that nature. As for the whole "paranormal" aspects I tend to take them with a grain of salt. The shows... Read More
My foot hurts for the third day in a row. I'm really not sure what's wrong, but I suspect it's a nerve irritation. I didn't do anything to it, so I know it's not that. No bruising, no swelling, but damn it hurts. It's on the outer edge of my right foot, in front of the arch towards the toes. Stupid thing can't even bear... Read More
Things are hopping at the Plissken home brewery. First I drew a sample from my robust porter I brewed three weeks ago last Friday. It measured out at around 1.014 points gravity down from an original gravity of 1.056. That makes for an alcohol by volume of around 5.6% and an attenuation of around 75%. Good numbers all around. This is my first truly all... Read More