Last night I went to work for an hour in order to attend a team trainer meeting. That threw me off. I got home, had some food, and went back to bed, and slept until 5 AM. And I've been on the computer since then, since I like to check out my list of usual suspects around this time.
Umisho 13 is calling to me. That's not horror. (Except that it's the end of the series, which is sure to make me feel sad and hopeless, because it's a lot of fun.)
This will mark the first year in a long time that I didn't watch some horror anime in the dark on Halloween--so long that I don't even know how long it's been. But I guess that's not such a big deal.
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I've finally figured out how I'm going to make Singularity and Metheuselah available for download. I just have to get around to banging out the HTML and setting up the page. And there's at least one other story I could put up there, too, for the perusal of those who are interested--stuff that won't sell, for this or that reason, but that I don't want to lock up in some truck only to be found 600 years after my death, when some far-future English major will deconstruct the fuck out of it and say, "This proves that 'Ed Hering' was actually 'Delonsha Carter', a black lesbian from Chattanooga...."
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Just before I woke up, I had a dream that it had snowed four inches while I was asleep. I was in the kitchen with my Mom, lamenting the fact that it was Oct 31 and complaining about how it hadn't shown so much as a hint of snow before I'd gone to bed. (And, y'know, the temperatures were in the 50's, anyway.) And I looked out the kitchen window and saw that one of our neighbors had set up an elaborate Christmas display already.
Maybe I'm thinking about work too much.
I am rather surprised that Halloween stuff didn't go clearance yesterday. Just about everyone else in the retail universe has cut prices by 10-20%; but everything at our store is 100% MSRP. Hmm. Well, I don't really care, since it doesn't affect me all that much. But maybe I can get a deal on some stuff tonight or tomorrow....
But no fog machines. I've got two already.
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Monday night there was some asinine reality TV show on in the breakroom at work, and it was so stupid it was sucking intelligence out of my brain. It was one of those "pick who you'll marry" shows--maybe "The Bachelorette" (not even worth underlining, even tho it breaks the "bible" for this site)--and OMG was it stupid. Some bitch whose father is a professor was against her marrying the dumbass at the center of the show because he doesn't have an education and runs a bar, and he was whining about it. Man up, turdbrain; tell the girl's father that he's a dickless wonder or something and slug him in the gut.
I tell you, not only would that make that series' ratings soar, but it sure would make me feel better.
I often think that an awesome superpower to have would be the ability to teleport into and out of a TV program. It would actually be, of course, the ability to teleport through time and space; you'd simply decide you needed to slug the moron on the screen, and the "magic" would take care of getting you then-and-there to do it.
"Oh, but that's, that's really, like--[zeem]--WT[beep]?"
POW. "Grow a spine, you dick!" [zeem]
"Owww, WT[beep beep] just happened?"
It would be cool. And it wouldn't have to be me that was doing it; in fact I think it would be better just to see it start happening everywhere. People would make bets on where and when "the Slugger" would appear in their favorite--or not-so-favorite--shows. Some shows would profile his targets and purposely push the Slugger's buttons in the hopes that he'd appear and raise their ratings.
News people would have bodyguards on the set, but that wouldn't help them at all.
I'd make a tape loop of Alan Alda getting his block knocked off in an old episode of M*A*S*H*.
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BJ Hunnicutt. That was the guy's name, the guy who replaced "Trapper" John at the 4077th. Played by Mike Farrell.
In fact, the Slugger could nail him once or twice, too. And fucking Gary Burghoff, too--go for it, Slugger! Beat them up!
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There are several quotes from here which I love. These are Hong Kong movie quotes, bad translations all:
"I am damn unsatisfied to be killed in this way."
"You are too useless. And now I must beat you."
"Beware! Your bones are going to be disconnected."
"Who gave you the nerve to get killed here?"
"Quiet or I'll blow your throat up."
"Beat him out of recognizable shape!"
"How can you use my intestines as a gift?"
And the ultimate expression of love:
"Yah-hah, evil spider woman! I have captured you by the short rabbits and can now deliver you violently to your gynecologist for a thorough extermination."
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Doing the unthinkable--going to work on a Tuesday--has thoroughly messed me up. I can't decide if it's Wednesday or Thursday now. *sigh* But at least I wasn't the only one who came in specially for the meeting.
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Tuesday morning, as I left work, I thought, "Boy, I really want some donuts." And I thought of the Dunkin' Donuts down the street. And I thought, "If you do that, you'll get legendary heartburn."
But I went anyway. And yes, I got legendary heartburn from it. At least I knew what to expect.