The Lioness and Her Cub ...
May all your dreams be wonderful, indeed.
I'm thinking that tomorrow night when I get home from work I'll make coffee (something I rarely drink at night), get some writing done (essential), and, if the back is still trying to kill me, pop a pill and call it even. Top Gear will be playing in the background, and the siren song of codeine will lull me into a false sense of security.
I'm watching some incredible footage of a volcano eruption in Iceland. Simply beautiful. I love watching nature's rage. Reminds us of how little control we really have over things.
On a humorous note, I noticed that the page views for my video game blog, 8 Bit Disasters, jumped by over 1,000%. Why? Two things, really. I wrote about Final Fantasy-inspired porn and Farmville. Because of this, my revenue went up, and my numbers went apeshit across the board. Sad and funny. I can write about politics until my ears bleed and nobody gives a fuck. Write about porno with fictional video game characters and a Facebook game based upon agriculture of all things, and suddenly people start paying attention. (On a related note, a lot of people come to this blog because they entered the term "how to pick up prostitutes" into a search engine. Why someone has to look that up is beyond me, however. Hookers don't exactly make it difficult to find them or engage in their services. If you have to do an Internet search in how to pick them up, it should give you a hint that maybe you don't want to be doing that because you're the exact type of guy who would get caught. What you should be looking for is "the legality of prostitution" in your area.)
All of this leads me to believe that animals are reliable and people are insane.
One of my co-workers is bringing in brownies tomorrow, which makes the burden of Monday far more tolerable. Looking forward to that. She's a nice co-worker with a great sense of humor that plays well off mine, and she's also a good baker. I'm hoping the brownies are kind of gooey, as that's how I tend to like them, but I'll be fine either way. Brownies equal smiles. As do shotguns and Social Darwinism.
A friend e-mailed me and told me those new Pacific Shrimp tacos from Taco Bell were disgusting and he was kind of surprised by that. My response? "Really? Isn't that like being shocked that masturbating with sandpaper could be painful?" Shrimp tacos. Taco Bell. At what point does any of that seem like a good idea? Am I missing something here?
Time to read ...