Tomorrow morning, I am off to the Big House for another round of FLAG, which, if you recall, was the same chemical cocktail I got in my second round of induction therapy that pushed the Zombie Leukemia Cells into remission for a short time. We're hoping that lightening will strike twice and knock those suckers back a few paces, at least until we can get the bone marrow train rolling.
If my memory serves correct (and I am sure I can look back over past posts to see what I pissed and moaned about at the time), my worst side effects from FLAG were excruciating heartburn and skin issues (When do I not have skin issues?). And I will more than likely lose what little hair I've grown back. Plus, my doctor prescribed super strong antibiotics as part of my aftercare which included the infamous Liquid Gold.
I have high hopes about what I want to get done during my incarceration, namely to finish this big ole long book I've been reading forever and get more Thank You notes written. We'll see how that goes.
The Mister and I had a nice dinner and date night tonight. Apparently some time during the movie, it started raining. Lord have mercy. We have a theory that God finally granted us rain because Adrian pulled a random drawer out of the middle of Parham Road this afternoon. You know like Noah and the flood. Except different. Sort of.
Whatever. Tropic Thunder was pretty dang funny due in large part to Robert Downey Jr., Danny McBride, and *shudder* Tom Cruise.
I'll check in with the world when I finally get settled into my new cell.
Until then (and for you non-Pajiban readers out there), here's some fun claymation. If I ever have to hire a domestic, I will definitely ask about their skills with power tools.
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Monday, August 25, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
You want the base model or a fully loaded MurderTank?
This one's for my pals over at Pajiba. Frequently in the comment threads, there is mention of a mythical MurderTank that serves as the method by which the Pajibites will wipe out the fetid, poo smear that is Hollywood. Don't ask me from whence the MurderTank originated because, like many terms (Whiskeybabyninjastar and Godtopus) that sprang forth in full armor from the minds of Pajiba, the first mention of it is buried deep within the confines of some long forgotten thread and has now become the stuff of legend.
Anyway, because he is a fellow zombie warrior my uncle sent me a link to a pretty funny Wired article about the best post-apocalyptic vehicles. Two of the vehicles profiled provided me with pretty decent visuals of what the MurderTank looks like, which up until this point in my mind looked like Land of the Dead's crazy dreadnought RV/tank.
For your consideration:
The Dingo pictured here looks pretty basic but it does boast a heavily armored exterior, 7.62 mm machine gun, 40 mm grenade launcher, and for an added plus, it's air conditioned!
But then there's the Stryker.
Um yeah.
When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherf***ing zombie in a five mile radius, accept no substitutes.
Do you think Henrico County will have a problem when I start parking one of these in front of the house?
Have a great Independence Day everyone!
Anyway, because he is a fellow zombie warrior my uncle sent me a link to a pretty funny Wired article about the best post-apocalyptic vehicles. Two of the vehicles profiled provided me with pretty decent visuals of what the MurderTank looks like, which up until this point in my mind looked like Land of the Dead's crazy dreadnought RV/tank.
For your consideration:
The Dingo pictured here looks pretty basic but it does boast a heavily armored exterior, 7.62 mm machine gun, 40 mm grenade launcher, and for an added plus, it's air conditioned!But then there's the Stryker.
Um yeah.
When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherf***ing zombie in a five mile radius, accept no substitutes.
Do you think Henrico County will have a problem when I start parking one of these in front of the house?
Have a great Independence Day everyone!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Maybe ask for directions first.
How people stumble upon my lil' half acre of the interwebs is of immense fascination to me. I know that probably half of the ten people that read my blog are friends here in the RVA and the other half are my "internet" buddies from over Pajiba way. But apparently on a pretty regular basis, my site pops up during random web searches, and the keywords that direct people here to Whoa, Camel are pretty darn interesting. Here is a sample of some of the more curious ones:
alabama literary review 2008 horror fiction
youtube whoa camel whoa
odd looks because i am smoking a pipe
how to know between female and male rolly polly
what mixes with spiknard to give nice smell
fucking women in chd
what god smells like
i am 54 years old never been kissed i am a virgin
arsty farsty camel
overly revealing wedding dresses
amanda's driving school-mini
rosita zoe cadabby hate
body like whoa story
what is the thing which comes in once a year
films camel war western
Most of these kind of sort of make sense based on what I write but are still kind of peculiar. Wonder if any of these poor hapless searchers ended up sitting a spell and reading my blatherings?
Which makes me wonder: how did you, fair readers, flip over this rock under which I blog to find me?
alabama literary review 2008 horror fiction
youtube whoa camel whoa
odd looks because i am smoking a pipe
how to know between female and male rolly polly
what mixes with spiknard to give nice smell
fucking women in chd
what god smells like
i am 54 years old never been kissed i am a virgin
arsty farsty camel
overly revealing wedding dresses
amanda's driving school-mini
rosita zoe cadabby hate
body like whoa story
what is the thing which comes in once a year
films camel war western
Most of these kind of sort of make sense based on what I write but are still kind of peculiar. Wonder if any of these poor hapless searchers ended up sitting a spell and reading my blatherings?
Which makes me wonder: how did you, fair readers, flip over this rock under which I blog to find me?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Canadians Are Some Messed Up Folks
But very concerned about workplace safety.
Here's another one.
But wait! There's more.
Here's another one.
But wait! There's more.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Five Songs
Recently, Pajiba put up a call for its readers to flip on the shuffle feature of their Pods and post a comment listing the first five songs. It was an interesting read to scroll through the different lists. I also felt like a such a mainstream music lame-ass posting my own list compared with all the obscure and indie bands from other readers' comments. But then I reminded myself that musical snobbery is just veiled, small-minded bullshit.
It was a fun little game to see what my little old school mini iPod coughed up of my almost 1,000 songs when she picked the playlist. Just for shits and grins, I'll play it again while I type this entry and give you My Five.
Most of y'all are aware of my magazine addiction. Like many of my habits/obsessions (chocolate, Diet Coke, printed baby tees, Ryan Reynolds), my magazine problem isn't necessarily expensive, dangerous, or unhealthy, but it does clutter up the house and recycling bin a bit. But I have no immediate plans to give it up and currently receive somewhere in the neighborhood of 9 magazines a month. (Never fear. At least two of these are baby magazines that I am not going to renew this year.)
My good friend P*Nut likes to encourage my mag habit but getting me gift subscriptions. For my 30th birthday, he hooked me up with a subscription to Budget Living, a fun, hip mag devoted to trendy and cheap style. As my subscription came up for renewal, I decided to keep it coming. It was a fun read with some great ideas, nice layouts, and well written articles. Then, not long after my renewal, Budget Living stopped coming. I visited their website and discovered, oddly enough, through a thread on one of their bulletin boards, that the magazine had folded.
About a month later, I started getting this other magazine in the mail, Shop Etc. A letter from the publishers came shortly after to tell me that Shop, Etc. was going to be replacing Budget Living for the remainder of my subscription period. I got about five months of that magazine, which was basically like another version of Lucky, falling into that category of periodicals which Adrian finds curious-magazines about shopping.
After the October issue, I didn't receive another Shop Etc. and figured my subscription had run out. Then in February, I started getting Redbook along with another letter stating that Shop Etc. had closed up shop (heh, heh), and so Redbook was going to be my replacement for the remainder of my subscription. I've gotten about three issues of Redbook. So here's the thing, I think my original subscription for Budget Living ran out several months ago. Am I caught on this strange periodicals Mobius strip?
Curiouser and curiouser still is the evolution of my subscription that the publishers somehow view as rational. I went from a magazine devoted to being a thrifty hipster to one with the sole purpose of inspiring consumerism at an almost pornographic level to finally Redbook. Seriously folks, that is like skipping all over the evolutionary scale. It's like going from a pair of comfy vintage Levis to brand new Seven for All Humanity skinny jeans to Lee brand acid- washed mom jeans. So weird. But Redbook makes for an interesting read, and it is trying desperately to remain relevant by featuring a lots of sex-related articles and fashion spreads with some pricey duds.
The Jukebox in my Ear Played:
1. Miniature Disasters-KT Tunstall
2. Ring of Fire-Social Distortion
3. To Wish Impossible Things-The Cure
4. Not Over-Paul Oakenfold featuring Ryan Tedder
5. Juarez-Tori Amos
And for added bonus pleasure (because I type slow) 6. Lights-Scissor Sisters
What are your Five Songs?
It was a fun little game to see what my little old school mini iPod coughed up of my almost 1,000 songs when she picked the playlist. Just for shits and grins, I'll play it again while I type this entry and give you My Five.
Most of y'all are aware of my magazine addiction. Like many of my habits/obsessions (chocolate, Diet Coke, printed baby tees, Ryan Reynolds), my magazine problem isn't necessarily expensive, dangerous, or unhealthy, but it does clutter up the house and recycling bin a bit. But I have no immediate plans to give it up and currently receive somewhere in the neighborhood of 9 magazines a month. (Never fear. At least two of these are baby magazines that I am not going to renew this year.)
My good friend P*Nut likes to encourage my mag habit but getting me gift subscriptions. For my 30th birthday, he hooked me up with a subscription to Budget Living, a fun, hip mag devoted to trendy and cheap style. As my subscription came up for renewal, I decided to keep it coming. It was a fun read with some great ideas, nice layouts, and well written articles. Then, not long after my renewal, Budget Living stopped coming. I visited their website and discovered, oddly enough, through a thread on one of their bulletin boards, that the magazine had folded.
About a month later, I started getting this other magazine in the mail, Shop Etc. A letter from the publishers came shortly after to tell me that Shop, Etc. was going to be replacing Budget Living for the remainder of my subscription period. I got about five months of that magazine, which was basically like another version of Lucky, falling into that category of periodicals which Adrian finds curious-magazines about shopping.
After the October issue, I didn't receive another Shop Etc. and figured my subscription had run out. Then in February, I started getting Redbook along with another letter stating that Shop Etc. had closed up shop (heh, heh), and so Redbook was going to be my replacement for the remainder of my subscription. I've gotten about three issues of Redbook. So here's the thing, I think my original subscription for Budget Living ran out several months ago. Am I caught on this strange periodicals Mobius strip?
Curiouser and curiouser still is the evolution of my subscription that the publishers somehow view as rational. I went from a magazine devoted to being a thrifty hipster to one with the sole purpose of inspiring consumerism at an almost pornographic level to finally Redbook. Seriously folks, that is like skipping all over the evolutionary scale. It's like going from a pair of comfy vintage Levis to brand new Seven for All Humanity skinny jeans to Lee brand acid- washed mom jeans. So weird. But Redbook makes for an interesting read, and it is trying desperately to remain relevant by featuring a lots of sex-related articles and fashion spreads with some pricey duds.
The Jukebox in my Ear Played:
1. Miniature Disasters-KT Tunstall
2. Ring of Fire-Social Distortion
3. To Wish Impossible Things-The Cure
4. Not Over-Paul Oakenfold featuring Ryan Tedder
5. Juarez-Tori Amos
And for added bonus pleasure (because I type slow) 6. Lights-Scissor Sisters
What are your Five Songs?
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