SNIFFL

My brain keeps wanting to read this as the name of some new social networking thing. And then I realize -- it kind of already is.

Ha! What's fucked up is, my immediate thought is that if I were really sick, at least I wouldn't have to come to work.

Man I am so there. For the last week I have had the lingering blahs, an off-on sore throat, and low-grade migraines, and I keep wishing I was really sick so I could stay home. I also wish the one stressy thing at work that makes me keep coming in would be over.

Stupid stressy work.

Yes, it is very stupid.

Since puberty, the only time I've ever been mistaken for a boy is online.

Man, the image on the latimes website is alarming, to say the least. Also, striking, but kinda not exactly what you want to see outside of fiction: [link]

I just started re-reading Gone with the Wind for the millionth time. I was discussing it with a classmate this morning, and realized I couldn't remember the details of the point I was trying to make. (The point being that Scarlett in the novel makes WAY more sense than Scarlett in the movie, and that I absolutely cannot stand Ashley in the novel, while the movie glosses over many of his worst points.)

This is why I have never been able to get rid of a book. Even bad ones. I just know that someone is going to argue some point with me, and I'll have read it, and it'll be the one book I decided to toss.

However, this does not explain my need to own 3 of several of the same books.

How's Allyson this morning? Did she go in? Is she catching up on sleep? Is Ruby flipping?

Yikes, fire scary.

Also, y'all have apparently been sinning way too much. We have our first named tropical storm of the season. May 9th!!! I expect locust any time now.

Also, there is no way I would ever read GWTW again for any reason.

This sounds awesome:

Ben Templesmith's comic "Wormwood: Gentleman Corpse" walks a fine line between icky and funny, and it walks it very well. Wormwood is a tiny, sentient worm that pilots a rotting corpse (complete with inverted pentagram carved into its forehead) around, steering from his vantage-point in the corpse's right eye-socket. His sidekicks include a clanking mechanical steampunk android with a fetish for small arms and an ultra-violent stripper who can cause wings to burst forth from her back.

They fight crime.

Of course.

The artwork in this one is just fabulous -- muddy watercolors streaked with savage tentacle-beasts and shambling horrors from nether-hells. Templesmith draws good gore, too.

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Also, y'all have apparently been sinning way too much. We have our first named tropical storm of the season. May 9th!!! I expect locust any time now.

Crap. I hate that this applies to me now. Guess I'd better get that generator.