Another Pretty Thing.

Okay, I swear I'm done with the constant blogging now.

This is The Title.

And this is the text!

This video has... like... all nearly all a good many of my favorite things, wrapped up in one convenient, 22-minute package.

P.S. I swear I don't go looking for these things. They find me. Honestly.

Although, I guess Bea Arthur on RuPaul is only the logical outcome of chasing links about wool fetishists (brace yourself: they're called 'woolies') and trying to get the full scoop on Angelina's adulterous, lesbian tryst (I would be ashamed of that, but I'm so tired I don't even fucking care what I'm looking at, as long as it has pictures. Oh, and I like gossip.)

Walk Hard. In the Dark. End Sore.

Because I'm always looking for ways to avoid writing (and because I'd just watched "The Descent" and have a thing for watching 'scary' movies and then walking around at night), I walked from my house to the nearest gas station tonight. I left my house at about 12:15 am, and returned a little after 3 am.

I recorded chunks of my walk. If you're bored, you can watch it...

Be warned, though: my lisp comes out in full effect. In video and on radio, I hiss more than Mike Tyson and Isaac Brock in a bar full of old queens.

And before anyone asks, the reason I don't know if my car actually caught on fire or not is that I wasn't the one driving it when it happened. I've been told that there was a small electrical fire. I don't know.

Please note: I'm melodramatic. Very much so. I think I say, many times, that the trip is 5 miles both ways. It's not: round-trip, it's just over 6 miles. Also, it's dark, so this is pretty much an audio track laid over blurry black images. Really, you should only watch this is you're bored and love me/miss me a lot.

Please also note: I really do need a haircut. No joke.

Here's another comic about those devious social insects:


I think it would be easy to interpret my frequent postings re: ants as a sort of affection for them, but this is not the case. As I've mentioned before, I'm pretty sure ants are the scariest motherfucking organisms on planet Earth and, while I respect their amazing capabilities/accomplishments, a few comics aren't going to lessen (what I perceive to be) their untapped potential for carnage and domination. It's just that I keep coming across ants in my web-travels: some of the stuff I view as legitimizing my fear, and the rest of it I relate to (on an emotional level). The WE THE ROBOTS comic above is a little of both.

Finally: as entertaining as it may initially seem when your cat accidentally consumes Adderall, it ceases to be funny when you remember it's time-release Adderall, and your cat is still being a fucking freak seven hours later. Cats on meth≠fun.