Things that piss me off

In no particular order.

• Scott Stapp. He sounds like he's singing around a huge wad of oatmeal or something equally as bland and gooey. His last name should be Staph because his music is the aural equivalent of a staph infection. Hate hate hate, kill kill kill, death death death.


• The local news. These clowns are so cartoonish in their continuing struggle to be "family-friendly" while still dramatising even the most ridiculous report. It makes me want to crawl into a tower and threaten the local media just so they'll have something interesting to report.


• People who proclaim you're "cool" and then act like idiots in an attempt to get in your supposed good favour. I used to do that when I was a kid but, then, I grew up and discovered that no one out there is cool and that it's better just to be yourself. By always agreeing with someone or saying things you think that person wants to hear, you make yourself look like a complete headcase. Stop it.


• SUVs. Fucking hate them. More power to Earth Liberation Front! Burn, baby, burn, bumpty bumpty bump!*


• Ted Levine. He's too good at what he does. Now I can't see him in anything without hearing "It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again!" That pretty much pisses me right off.


• Amazing Stories not being on DVD. I'd do anything to have at least "Family Dog" and "Mummy Daddy" on DVD.


• Being poor. They say that money can't buy happiness, but sure as hell buy the comfort of survival and lower stress levels. Sometimes being unemployed cramps my style, man.


• Laziness. And I'm talking about my own here. I need to get off my arse immediately. Maybe I'll wait 'til tomorrow. I'm a lazy proscratinator and I should be whipped with a reeds for my lack of motivation.


• George Dubya Bush and the entire Republican Party. What list that comprises of things that piss me off would be complete without this one? None, I say, none! And do I really have to explicate the countless reasons why they piss me off? How about their just breathing the same air I have to breathe?

*OH MY THERE I GO ON ANOTHER GUB'MENT LIST!

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Barry sent me new pics. I'm actually skeert to download them because I know they'll be terrifying and wonderful and breathtaking and all those other things ~ everything but vibrant.

Vampire overcoat

Sorry, I can't resist. His overcoat is just incredibly vampiric from my perspective. My favourite pic of the three is behind the cut.

The others can be found at The Barry Andrews Resource Center. Click on "image" to the left and scroll to the bottom for the new pics.

( Pavilion )

I could look at him, from afar, all day long. Now my plans for England are again scaring the hell out of me. Maybe I should keep my crazy ass home.

**EDIT**
I just wrote him to let him know that the site had been updated.

Savagely handsome as always, I see. The pics have been uploaded, the new banner has been made, and the footnote on your new blurb has been enlarged. Hope you find all of it anything but vibrant.

Hum....

Earlier today I went to spend some time with Llew. We looked at pictures of rc planes and the latest photo compositions of my beastie pals. He felt puny and I, having my Moon, felt and feel like warmed over yak genitals, so we cuddled and yapped more than anything else. He hadn't seen my bruised face and was rather alarmed by its appearance. Joking, Llew made the comment that he'd never have to beat me, if he was that kind of man, 'cos I come pre-beaten. Yeah right! I guess so.

I think that Billy Ray Cyrus should make a TV country music version of Brokeback Mountain about a mullet-wearing country singer who's seen his better day hooking up with a cowpoke from Oklahoma. It could be called Achy-Breakyback Mountain.

On the agenda tomorrow:

• Take Motley for her shots and first healthy kitten check-up. While there, set up grooming appointments for the dog-dogs and have the dudettes make note that both Riley and Chester need their Bordatella shots whilst getting their arses scrubbed.


• Call Fidelity and tell them to send me my money dammit, now now now, dammit now!


• Run about the front yard praying for some actual fucking Winter!

Yeah, we're having 0 Winter here in Da Souf and that sucks. If we don't get some sufficiently cold weather before Spring hits, the mosquitoes are going to be large enough to throw saddles on and ride about playing Joust, like in that old video game with the ostriches. It's not gonna be pretty. We were pretty much overrun this past year with bugaboos of all sorts because we didn't have a decent Winter last year. If it happens again, we're gonna be featured on one of Sci-Fi's big mutant animal Saturdays. I hate the South when it comes to the weather. I want snow. Lots and lots of snow. Feet of it. A blizzard. A total white-out. That's what I want. I want subzero temperatures for days on end, killing off the sleeping larvae or eggs or whatever they are so that I can actually go outside in the Summer without having pints of blood sucked out of me within 5 minutes.

It's taken me several hours to write this post because I haven't been able to keep my mind on what I was doing. I'm incredibly bored and apathetic with everything at the mo. It's not anything but my Moon. Ho-hum.