Please don’t kill your mail carrier with packages this Christmas. If you must, then for the love of all that’s decent, give them a tip, okay? Or at least tell them thanks and meet them halfway when they’re hauling your heavy-ass package up your steep driveway in the rain. Don’t stand in your doorway and stare at them like an ass. Unless you’re disabled or something.
Oh, and one more very important thing…PICK UP YOUR DAMN MAIL WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT IT TO GET STOLEN ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ORDERING CRAP AND THEN JUST LEAVING IT IN THE LOCKER FOR A WEEK WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??
My dogs got steak, chicken, and peas for their Thanksgiving dinner, so I think I’ll try this for Christmas. They’re incredibly spoiled. I don’t even know what treats to give them for Christmas, except for the steak, since they get stuff all year around anyway. Maybe an early morning walk and some cool new toys…
I took my mom to do some Christmas shopping today (almost done, son) and I found all these awesome art and photography books at Barnes & Noble (don’t get on my case; the closest indie bookstore is about 60 miles away, in Los Angeles. B&N is all that we have now, locally. But believe me, I tried to keep the smaller bookstores alive with my frequent patronage…) at 50% off. There was a Guillermo del Toro book with all these sketches and things he did, and a huuuuge monster of a book of Leonardo DiCaprio da Vinci paintings and drawings. Decisions were made. I really couldn’t afford to buy either, even at half the list price, but I picked the da Vinci one, not out of some pretense, but because it was the cheapest one and it was bigger and has a ton of drawings and sketches, which I plan to study. I want to take an art history class sometime soon, so it wouldn’t hurt to do some studying on somebody from olden times.
Except…wow, I should really take a picture of this. My bedroom is full of evidence of my spending habits and why I never have any money. Everywhere you look, are piles of books. Books to read, art books, comic books, graphic novels, photography books, sketchbooks and notebooks, if you want to count those. The bookshelf is full, so there’s just towering stacks of books all over the floor. There are shelves and things I can’t reach because they’re buried behind books. And then there’s more books on the shelf in the closet and some in a storage bin on the closet floor, and boxes of them in the garage, too. There’s still quite a few I haven’t yet read or haven’t finished reading yet.
And still I buy more. I’ll probably make another post like this again in another few months, just to say I got yet more books, and the problem is slowly consuming my life. But there are worse things by which to be consumed. For instance, I could be obsessed with ants. There was a time when I was a kid when things could have gone either way.
lets just be clear, if you spend the time baking a cake/cookies/brownies, you can eat as many of them as you want and the calories don’t count. you made those calories. you’re their god.
disclaimer: this does not apply to children you have made
I wish you’d said something sooner.
It’s amazing how much depends on perspective. In a gorge, everything seems overwhelming, dirty, dangerous. On a mountain, everything seems clean and bright and small.
And, in between, you might not really notice much of anything at all.
Hi, Spammy Spammerson here.
I really love this song. I wish the radio stations would play this and just give Royals a freakin’ rest already. I don’t ever want to hear that song again.
For the last damn time…”mortified” is NOT a synonym for “furious”.
As in…you should be mortified that you’ve been using that word inappropriately all this time.
Everything is bananas. Complete and utter monkeyshit. Never forget that.
Next Halloween I want to be Pai Mei from Kill Bill. I guess most women go as GoGo, Elle Driver, or Beatrix/the Bride/Black Mamba, but I just really want to go around doing Pai Mei’s beard flip.
Yeah, like that.
Man, I love Tarantino movies. I think the Kill Bills were my favorites though.
Look at that, would you? Majestic.
I have a slightly different version of this track. I have no idea what this guy is singing about, but I don’t care. I get visions of elephants in steamy rivers flowing through jungles when I listen to this song.