Archive for November 1st, 2009

It wasn’t all bad.

November 1, 2009

To entertain the kidlet while we were trying to make a silk purse out of the sow’s ear that was my biblically shitty day, life’s-work-wise, we were using the Xbox controller to go surfing the Netflix for child-appropriate viewing. What should we run across in the “recommended” section for littl’uns but one of the two brightest spots in this day?

2000’s Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker. Awwwwesommme! It has a slightly convoluted plot (what? in a cartoon based on comics? no way!) but it is totally worth watching. Mark Hamill, Angie Harmon, Melissa Joan Hart, and Rachel Leigh Cook voice characters in this movie, if any of those names entice you.

Geo: Uh-oh, [Harley Quinn] is in trouble now.
Me: Yeah, you better look out for that crazy redhead. Batgirl will kick you in the face. She don’t wear those boots for standin’ around.
Geo: Batgirl’s boots were made for kickin’. And that’s just what they’ll do.
Me: One of these days, Batgirl’s boots are gonna kick the shit out of you.

Thus making it a reference with nods to both Batgirl and sexy Nancy Sinatra. Thank you so much, I know, right? I’m three times a lady.

In other batnews, what has two thumbs and bought a set of Batman hat and fingerless gloves for the winter today? This flyass mothafucka right here, that is who! Me! I am the one! And are they siiiiiiick? Hell, yes, they are! I’m trying to get amped. I try to keep it upbeat. Arg, I’m going to go have a drink now.

Maybe I’ll get some pictures of those gloves tomorrow, if the boils I expect to break out all over my body at any moment are not too painful.

Catastrophic day

November 1, 2009

Today in my life all hell broke loose, I lost blood and tears and years of my life I can never get back, became much poorer, and paced several football stadiums.

Today, I have smelled the wrath of god in the sulfur taint of the gutter water, and the incessant humming of locusts has dogged my every step. I should have stayed the fuckety fuck-well in bed.

Also I am pretty sure that it rained frogs. Maybe check the news on that, but I’m almost positive that it rained frogs. In my goddamned heart.

Big ups to Gorgeous George and the Gentleman for their time and parts. Don’t let my horrible, crushing depression fool you: I am super-grateful for your help!