Drunken Socks

I'm killing it.

Self Loathing.

I'm just about over it.  It's a cycle. 

Did I mention that I have an inauguration invitation?  Yes.  I do.  I'm not going.  It'll be a clusterfuck and I'm against all that and shit.

Go Sox.

Boo Hoo! Seriously. Boo Hoo.

Fun tonight.  I met the Arya**n Na****tion A_ustin recr__uit))er.  He s.ells <co--k*e> (so that I'm not search able or ki llable by loon&&ies I do this).  Hee Hee.  Was/Is that readable?

I still want to kill blog.  My ex-GF is out there with a gun.

Why I want to Kill Blog Again.

Holy Shit! Again.

The freaking Mars Rovers are still working.  I'm a nerd.  I hate old NASA and like new NASA.  Old NASA is space shuttles and useless missions to watch rats fuck in space.  New NASA is all about probes which produce new scientifically relevant data like if silica exists on Mars from actual exploration.  Rovers are much cheaper than shuttle launches.  That and astronauts tend to die when their vehicles explode on launch or disintegrate upon re-entry.  Big downer and then the cost of losing an orbiter.  I won't say more because my roommate is a close friend to person who is married to the last mission commander.  I'm sure they feel differently than I do.

My point is that the product of new NASA is shit that works.  Engineering that works.  The goddamn rovers are almost 5 years old.  They had a predicted life expectancy of roughly 3 hours.  Go real NERDS!  Linky.

I'm very drunk.

I retract my "Fuck Christmas" sentiment.  Christmas at work was very good.  I was cheered by all my stupid friends stopping by.  Smooches.

Christmas sucks.

I had to work.  Very slow and sedate.  Then the meth head came in.  He wanted a ride.  I said no.  He beserked.  I talked him down.  He left.  I was scared.

Fuck Christmas.

Tell me how to kick out a roommate.

I love the guy.  I just can't live with the guy.  No comments from Dan.

Christmas blows.

Winter is close...

...to what I guess being close to suicide is like.  Maybe I'm just in a super-meh mood.  Or maybe I'm this way because it's cold.  My furnace is broken and I just saw Synecdoche, New York.  It's a little depressing and full of itself.  And long.  Is Hoffman in everything?  You want a spoiler?  IGNORE THIS IF NOT:  Live your life to the fullest.  I'm just gonna say that one can't do this.  What I saw proves that when a Chronicle reviewer can't do complexity they just give the movie 4 1/2 stars after incomprehensible jibber-jabber that reads "cool" and "review-y".  That and some jackass couldn't help laughing in the dire and depressing scenes.  Nothing really funny about the movie at all.  Not even in a dark way.  Ever seen Requiem for a Dream?  Down except for that hot double-donging scene.

Bye

Because I'm lazy.

Am tired.  Up too late.  Sick of work. 

If you haven't seen this, sorry.  You must.

Dude had balls:


UPDATE! Got my camera back: BOOM!