Edward James Olmos, Morgan Freeman, Patrick Stewart. These are the men I want to narrate my life.
Long day. Interesting day. Not a bad day, but right now, I have my mind set on putting on some music and taking a nap.
I don't want to talk about it.
This is accurate. Especially the bit about the hot chocolate.
I’m stressed and overwhelmed tonight and I don’t think there’s a damn thing I can do about it. I don’t even know what it is that’s got me so stressed. I just feel sick.
It’s raining. November 29th, and it’s raining. As much as I love rain, I wish it were a bit of snow. Just enough to make everything seem a little…brighter.
Engineered Avian Flu is Airborne →
To quote the article: In his Netherlands laboratory, virologist Ron Fouchier was experimenting with the avian flu virus to see how it could become even more virulent. (Red flag.) His research involved spreading it throughout a population of ferrets, and he noticed that as the virus reproduced, it adapted to spread even faster. (RED FLAG.) Not worried about ferret flu? Previous research has shown...
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Scientific evidence of evolution being a hoax →
"Mistletoe, TOW missile, same fuckin' difference."
-Sometimes my friends get confused and then fantastic things like this happen.
The Day I Went Senile (and almost had a nervous...
Today, I very nearly lost my mind looking for something I never actually misplaced. If I lose a $1 pencil, I can live with that. Losing a $300 pair of prescription sunglasses? That doesn’t sit as well with me. I searched the house from top to bottom, I checked the cars, I made calls to mot of the places I’ve been this week. I couldn’t find them anywhere. As it turns out,...
Buttersafe – Updated Tuesdays and Thursdays →
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.” Also applies to thanksgiving dinner.
Augh. Still so tired. I don’t want to leave this bed.
It could theoretically be because of the alcohol or exhaustion, but holy crap my bed is so freakin comfortable right now.
There was ceviche and sangria and shots of patron with salt and lime. I am tired, and somewhat inebriated. In other words, it was a good night. I’ll be poking around for a while (so please do say hello), but then it’s off to bed.
Standing on the pier, watching the lights on the water and listening to Shore Leave by Tom Waits. Somewhat surreal.
I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.– Tom Waits (via roguemonster)
So far we’re heading to Cabana at Pier 17, then grabbing a few drinks at the taven a few blocks away. No one really agreed on dress code, so sportcoat and jeans is a safe bet. Wish I had a lighter grey, but it’ll do. Found one of my grandfather’s ties, which I think should look pretty good. Still have to STEAM ALL THE THINGS and take a shower, but then I’ll be good to go.
Time to put that annoying “consciousness” thing to an end. Night all, and have a safe #000000 Friday.
Sport jacket and jeans tomorrow. We’re all heading to Cabana’s, where there will be good food and decadance. As for tonight, I am going to drink ALL the Brioschi and eat ALL the Tums and then pass out. So. Much. Lasagna.
Happy Thanksgiving, folks. May your stomachs be full, your blood alcohol be content, and your food induced comas restful and uninterrupted.
Coffee. I just want coffee. But I can’t find my mug. That makes me sad.
Sleep. Family junk tomorrow. City with Luca and the rest of the guys on Friday. Have to see if I can talk the others into wearing suits. But yes, sleep for now.