Laugh It Up, Fuzzball

Monday morning notice:

Life is not fair. I know I have it good; I'm not saying that I'm not very lucky in many ways, but dammit, sometimes something happens that just makes me want to throw a chair through a window. ARGH! Life is not fair.

Sorry, I think I've got a case of the Mondays. That's all. Grrrrr.

Hello...*tapping microphone*...is this thing on?

Where the heck is everybody? My Flickr account has been dead quiet...the blog has been significantly less raucous...my email inbox has tumbleweeds blowing through...

Have I lost my sparkle? :*(

Yawn...

A new Fuzzcast is coming soon, probably Tuesday. I just wasn't motivated enough to put the finishing touches on it tonight. It's been a warm, gray, wet weekend, blech. I feel like I'm going to start growing mold the minute I walk outside...

Oh hey, there is something that I've been pondering: Is it ALL men that are dense, or just the ones that I encounter? A secondary question would be: Is he dense or just a jerkus maximus? I mean, sometimes you just want to tap on his forehead, or the phone receiver, or the computer monitor (whatever access to him you might have) and say "SERIOUSLY? You REALLY don't get it? REALLY???"

*sigh* My apologies. This weather makes me cranky.

A useless update...

This week is crazier than last week, except that I'm not sick *knock wood cross fingers*. I'm very sad to say that I have to send my kickass macro lens back tomorrow to rentglass.com, so I've tried to take some cool pics with it up until the very end. Check out the latest ones of monarch butterflies and Monty aka Senor Screechypants aka the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte. He's very fancy.

I promise to do better by you guys, okay? I'll be guest blogging Lost-vivor over at Apropos of Something this week, so at least there's that.

Here's the dealio:

This next week is going to be an enormously stressful one at work. Posting will be scarce or non-existent as I am not only busy, but sick as well. >:| Blech. I will be checking e-mails, so if you've got cool stuff to tell me, send it on! In the meantime, I'm sporting a sexy hoarse voice from coughing and I'm cranky as all get-out. FUZZBALL OUT.

UPDATE: I might be cranky, but I have not lost my sense of humor, as evidenced by the following picture taken this evening:

Mushroom boobs. I'm just sayin'.

The post where I fall off the proverbial wagon:

When I get really angry about something I usually sit down to write a blog post about it. I furiously write a thinly-veiled post about the situation and I get all of my rage out, fully intending on hitting the "save" key and publishing it. Then I reach the end of my post, I re-read it, hit Ctrl-A, and then hit Delete. It's cathartic, I have to say. I've worked through my anger but I haven't thrown it up on the internet for all of the world to read. I've wanted to, but past experiences have taught me that LIUF is not the place to air certain grievances.

Oooooh I've got one today that's a doozy, but I'm going to stand firm and tight-lipped. I just finished writing a long, flaming post that I would LOVE to slap up here, but I'm going to be a grown-up and hit delete. *deep cleansing breath*

ARRRRRRGHHHHHH Okay all I'll say is this: INTELLIGENCE AND EDUCATION DO NOT EQUAL MATURITY.

Yeah, I slide backwards every so often. Sue me.

Too tired to blog, too hot to sleep...

But I'm trying...

I'm hot, and not in the good way.

If you guys love me at all, you'll chip in and buy me this. Otherwise none of you will ever be able to visit because I'll be spending the rest of the summer in my knickers and nothing else. I love my new apartment, I do, but the air conditioning unit is CRAP. It's wee tiny and it's supposed to cool a two story questionably-insulated multi-window townhouse? No way.

I am willing to adjust to a warmer home, but this is ridiculous. I can't seem to get the temperature anywhere below 76-78 degrees. That might not seem warm to some of you, but I am a freakin' polar bear, okay? I like my house cool.

Maybe I should just replace my couch with a plastic tub containing a giant block of ice. Ohhhh I'm imagining it now. A big block of iiiiiiice...

WHY am I stuck in Houston...

When I should REALLY be in NYC attending MoCCA, where I would see super-cool comic art and meet the nerdy webtoon artists that I love so dearly?

Oh yeah...I'm dead-ass broke. Kewl.

Who's going to be there? Let's see, we've got Jeffrey Rowland, John Allison, Richard Stevens, Ramon & Rob, Jeff Jacques, and my newest love -- David Malki !

That's a whole lotta nerdy-boy-lovin' that this Fuzzball is going to miss. A whooooole lotta lovin'.

I am SUCH A NERD.

I can't stop grinding my teeth when I read this headline on the FRONT PAGE of Chron.com, the website for The Houston Chronicle:

Missing Astros coach's son wanted for theft

When you read the article you see that the son of Houston Astros first base coach Jose Cruz is missing and wanted for theft. However reading the headline "Missing Astros coach's son wanted for theft" you would think that the father is missing, not the son. Dammit, people, you're fucking journalists. You write for a living. Is proper grammar too much to ask? AAARRRRGGHHH THE AGONY OF MISPLACED MODIFIERS!!!!

I will now rewrite the headline, if only to ease my troubled soul:

Missing son of Astros coach wanted for theft

OR EVEN

Astros coach's missing son wanted for theft

Yeah, like I said, I am such a nerd.

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TODAY ON MEATLESS: I solve the avian flu problem. Just thought you'd like to know.  :D