Between my two jobs, and my affiliation with SisterKisser, I don't have a whole lot of down time anymore. Add in all the time I spend scouring the Int4Rw3Bs for cool things and freeware for my Treo, and I have even less. Then there's the drinking. I mean, it happens while those things are going on sometimes, but to be a professional, you have to really commit to it and make the time to train.
So to all four of you who actually read my crap, I apologize for not being as diligent as I could be. Work is a bitch right now, and I haven't hit my autumn stride yet. Give it time. So since it's the end of the week, I figured one big post to coverall my bases should suffice. Here we go. Things that that I found out this week:
Someone is making an ice cream machine that dispenses ice cream based on how depressed you sound. Well, let me tell you something. I can sound pretty goddamned sad when I want some ice cream and no one's giving it to me, so I'd probably put that thing through its paces far too quickly.
Weeds is a really awesome show. I never watched it before, and friends of mine tried to get me into it earlier this year to no avail (I don't have Showtime). But I found some episodes online and if you haven't seen it, check it out. It's pretty addictive, and that's not a pun because it's a show about drugs. I'm beyond that.
Whiskey is still delicious, and allows me to remain a person who does not feel the need to go on killing sprees because the world around him makes no sense and drives him to madness. Let's all say a silent prayer for that one.
And the bestest thing EVAR! Some absolute genius and my future BFF has created a home theater setup in a strikingly remarkable likeness of the control deck of the DEATH STAR. This is easily the coolest thing I have ever seen, and completely reaffirms my faith in humanity, also allowing me to avoid the aforementioned killing sprees.
I MUST know more about this. I'm thinking about sending fan mail, that's how much I love it.
Well, I'm off to the beach to hit the water tomorrow. Let's just hope Poseidon cooperates. But then again, it's supposed to be 80 degrees, and there's always the Turkey to keep me company...