Writing is like a rainbow

No, that’s shitty. I don’t know what writing is like. Like a psychotic half blind black cat? I have one of those, and writing can be similar to her. Everything will be normal and fine, then suddenly she’s in my face, trying to eat my donut and not giving a shit as she swipes at it with her claws. So then I lay down, because I finished the donut I and I’m too tired to try to pry her claws out of me, and she gets on my chest. She refuses to leave and wants my soul.

I’m hungry, bitch.

Yes, that is what writing is like.

I have 2 blog posts just waiting to be put up here, just waiting for their links and pictures. Damn. I’ll get on that. Not right this moment, it’s almost 4am, Buffy is almost over, and Dianne is going to wake up any moment wanting to know why I’m typing and not sleeping.

I need to get back into writing stories, or at least editing the ones I have. The problem is my everythings decide to hurt, and they are crap motivators for writing. Great motivators for TV watching though. I finished the whole season of Terra Nova in 3 days. Damn Netflix.  I’ve been trying to catch up on my tv watching. It sounds bad, but when you have a queue of around 200 shows/movies, its daunting. And when I finish a show, it feels like I accomplished something. Even if that something is just to yell repeatedly “Its a motherfucking pterodactyl!” and then insist from this point forward if you’re going to use the word pterodactyl you precede it with motherfucking. And I feel special that I spelled pterodactyl without spell check. Go me.

I couldn’t find a Pterodactyl from the show Terra Nova, so I got you this T Rex instead.

PS: I invented a club, it has a slightly changing name but basically its “People who don’t like being fucking told what to do”, our acronym is BITCHES. I’ll be adding this to my about page eventually as well. Admission is free, the password is BITCHES, yelled loudly and inappropriately, preferably around children who will repeat it later.

PPS: I’m watching The Secret Circle now. I’m trying to give myself an easy break during the winter season break of all my other shows. At some point I will actually watch Doctor Who. Someday.

I’m a sore winner

Election day is here! If you live in America it’s likely all you will hear about today. If you don’t, well then, you probably don’t care that much. The point is, if you’re American, hopefully you’re voting today (unless, again, you’re not American, or if you’re a convicted felon, or under 18). Theres a certain happiness that comes from voting. Yes, part of it is that we’re hoping to help shape our country. In reality, it’s a selfish deep down feeling of how very right we are, how the people we voted for are so much better than the people who you voted for, because we’re smarter than you. In the spirit of owning up to that kind of self-righteous behavior, since I’m done voting I’ll tell you some not so awesome things thought/discussed by me.

1. I read a news story about a guy who killed his wife that was 7 months pregnant. Everyone said they were so nice and quiet, no one suspected. So what was the deal here? Did he just hate her so much he had to stab her? There are easier ways to get out of a marriage that don’t involve jail time. And really, if you’re going to go in for the kill, and the fetus dies too, why leave that perfectly good dead baby there? He didn’t even consider eating it? I mean, he already did something pretty bad, I don’t think the life in prison/death penalty he’ll likely be getting will be any worse with a little well cooked cannibalism.

2. The movie Act of Valor should be renamed America: Becoming Xenophobic. Basically a bunch of Navy Seals or military guys of some sort hunt down and track terrorists. Now, these terrorists are coming from places Americans are afraid of most: the middle east, Africa, and eastern Europe. Then they fly to the scary get into America place: the American/Mexican border. Here, the various cultures become a melting pot of terrorism. The Mexican cartels are protecting them, and they speak the American version of Spanish (as noted in the vaquero guy yelling “trucko!” as a truck passed). Even the explosions were disappointing in this movie.

3. My cat Arges shit on the floor again. He does not care. Not a single fuck is ever given by that cat about shitting on the floor. Especially right as I’m about to fall asleep and the smell hits me, or just after the cat box has been cleaned. I’ve considered gluing his asshole shut. I wouldn’t do that. But I’ve thought about it.

I pee in your bed too

4. I’m creating a rating system for myself based on a theory of how many people I would need to stab to make myself feel better. I am not going to stab anyone. The thought of prison keeps me from stabbing anyone, so I guess good job crap prison system for keeping me scared straight.

5. I really despise the pope. I do for the office in general, but this one especially. First he’s a giant Nazi bigot douche. Second, his house is full of some of the most amazing art in the world that no one but asshole church workers and a very select few will ever get to see. How is that fair to the world? It’s not. He needs an eviction, or to at least take some damn pictures of those frescoes.

6. I think more people would be open to data mining if it were presented properly. Right now, you read some shitty article about Target mining your data and predicting that you’re pregnant, freaks you out. However, you meet someone attractive at the bar, after a few drinks they ask to “mine your data” nudge nudge wink wink, you take them home, then fill out a questionnaire about your spending habits. You’ll regret it later, but no one made you do those vodka shots.