Vitriol Espresso "I come in peace. I didn't bring artillery. But I'm pleading with you, with tears in my eyes: If you fuck with me, I'll kill you all." General James Mattis

Good morning. Having my after-shower coffee and pondering what to do with my day. Considering that 3/4 of it will probably be spent sleeping and/or curled into a painful ball, I might be persuaded to just read something under a blanket. The weather has been cooperating with my lack of fundage. Perhaps due to a desperate plea to God to turn off the freaking oven and let me catch up to my budget again. Electricity prices keep rising, ya see, and summer means a hike in useage due to the a/c unit. I'd go without it, but there's no breeze coming in without drastic assistance (as in burning down the demon viper's apartment building next door).

Gaming is okay. Sort of. It's hard to level or do much when you'd rather be stretched out and gazing intently at the spots on the insides of your eyelids. Need more exercise. With any luck this pain won't be too important and maybe the doctors can fix whatever is causing it with something that takes a short time. Maybe the cool weather is God's way of giving me that assistance in another way. One can only hope and marvel.

Trying to think of a nice outdoor hobby that won't cost me any money. Can't afford to drive to the park anymore. Can't afford to pay dues. Can't afford to run the mower more than once a week. And there's nothing going on anywhere in this little crappy town. It's like South Park without the sarcasm and Judaism. Hell, if there were jews I'd check out their temple just to see something new. So, I need some kind of hobby where I can get outside and do something, but without spending any money. And I can't run. And about half the time I can't walk (or at least it's painful as hell getting back from wherever I went).

Ah hell.

So I finally settled down in a guild in World of Warcraft with my resto druid. Being the fluff type I actually enjoy being a healer. The priest is level 50, too, on the way to 70. Wrath of the Lich King should be released soon and I can get started on a Death Knight. Which will put everything else on hold. Of course, if I haven't got epic flight by then I will fish for 24 hours solid or something equally as stupid to make the gold so I can dedicate my time to being a freaky DK like 99% of the server.

Salads are awesome good. With frappucino. That rocks so hard.

The weather has been too hot to do much outside, but blissfully nice on the days I choose to mow the lawn. It's been easy to find reasons to get up off my chair. Hard to get them done once started. Thanks to this new boost, though, my vaccuum cleaner has been fixed (and a kitten terrified) and the walk is being weed-eater edged once every two weeks. I even started doing the laundry twice a month instead of the previous once. Really need to get up and moving because my body is failing faster and faster lately. It's kind of alarming. The dishes are done twice a day, little things like litter box duty is done twice as often, the convenience store visited less and less. *sigh* I hope this doesn't mean I'm getting old.

Well, I am getting old. Whether I want to or not. Maybe it's better to get old on your feet than staring at a pile of flab from a pillow pile.

A lot has been going on and I have been trying to avoid 90% of it. The game is coming along nicely on my own machine, but I have yet to transfer the bulk onto the game itself. Opting for pretty graphics, I built up the ethereal realm as something changeable and colorful. Since it is MY zone, I thought that was just fine. The rest I have on a couple of ascii maps. That's right. Ascii. Don't ask me why because I can't possibly tell you. It's one of those brain things that happens from time to time. And in any case I won't have to transfer anything over to make maps on the game itself. Though I may have to get out the pencils and rectify things. Meh.

RIP Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes (even if you were part of a fruity little club) Nighters Shaft.

The home life is droning as hell. Summer means very few breaks in the monotony and lots of little bastards out of school to irritate the online life. Kind of pondered a move from ER to another server, but maybe waiting for WoTLK will weed out the worst of them. It seems as if everyone is rude, thieving, and opportunistic on ER anymore. Present company not necessarly excepted.

In global news, Russia has decided to invade Georgia. And no, not the state. The former province of the USSR. It seems as if the US isn't doing anything and the mainstream media isn't looking in their direction at all. If you know nothing of the politics of the region you might not understand why this is happening at all and why the US seems to be glossing over it. It's not nuclear weapons that we fear. Hahahahaha...as if. Nono. The US gave all the troops from Georgia that were in Iraq a free ride home. On us. I thought that was a cool gesture of support for a fellow democratic society fighting the reigns of a failing socialist republic.

I dunno, it's not a region I'm terribly familiar with. But it seems to me that the pro-democracy west is getting the wiggling finger for not aiding Georgia. When actually the only reason we like them is because they keep the oil flowing out the anus between the asscheeks of Russia and Iran. Time will tell, I guess. We still have yet to turn Afghanistan into a parking lot. Somehow I think Eurasia has already fallen and we simply don't know it yet.

Eh. Back to work. Or maybe a cool shower.

All of which makes me anxious. At times unbearably so. - Gorillaz, Double Bass

Happy fluffy bunnies and kittens. Bounce bounce bounce....

Hahahahahahahahahaha...still laughing at my previous post's ninja edit.

I AM THE ANTICHRIST!!

Hehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahaha. Suddenly life makes sense! Omg, I need coffee....

The kinder and gentler me would probably put some sort of real life phenomenon from THIS life here, but honestly nothing happens that much here. It's one dull day bleeding into another dull day for the most part. Mowed the lawn, same as is done every Wednesday. Hurt my shoulder because the grass was too wet. That's nothing new. Cat has ear problems. Same as last week. The weather has been bad this year. That's not exactly new, if scary at times.

So instead of putting real life maybe it'd be better to put some sort of fantasy life here. About the only thing that /is/ active here is what's in my head. Though I do try to figure out things to do that aren't the same-old-same-old. In rural America there's really not all that much to do.

I'll think on it. Surely something in my head will pop out eventually.

(ninja edit) Of course, I close the window and my imagination goes haywire. You know, there's one thing the media (or anti-media) hasn't discussed about Barack Obama. That he could be the Antichrist. It's funny, sure. Impossible, maybe. But look at the criteria:

He will have ten horns and seven heads, with ten crowns upon it's horns. They will follow in his battles that he will declare without humility are for a purpose which is untrue. (Revelation 13) [Sounds more like GW, actually.]

He will be worshipped. He will appear as an angel of light. [Ever seen the famous 'aura' pictures? There's nearly a dozen of them now. The mainstream media loves them.]

The age of Israel, according to the bible, would have the antichrist born around 1967 [Curiously, the year /I/ was born.], which is 40ish years or a generation in Jewish tradition. The antichrist should have appeared before last year [Did anybody know who Obama was outside of Chicago before last year?].

All this makes me laugh and it should make you laugh, too. Except that part about antichrist being born in 1967. You should probably be asking yourself....do I feel lucky? Well, do ya? o_o (cue scary music)

Went through and deleted some old posts that were a little too vitriolic. I'm not of a notion to become some kind of hard hearted harpy. The more I look into the darkness that is my future the less I want to go towards it. Fighting age means being young in my head in increasingly strange ways.

I think I want to be the crazy cat lady when I grow up.