OH, AND….
Because Grant will get upset if nobody mentions it.
Today is Star Trek’s 40th birthday.
Whoopsy Fucking Doo.
It still sucks.
OH, AND….
Because Grant will get upset if nobody mentions it.
Today is Star Trek’s 40th birthday.
Whoopsy Fucking Doo.
It still sucks.
COUNTING DOWN THE ICONS
Peter Brock is dead.
Steve Irwin, Colin Thiele, Brockie… seems like the Universe is having a clear-out of Aussie icons. If I was Bill Hunter or Greg Norman, I’d be ducking for cover right about now.
Honestly, something is wrong with the karma around here. Irwin, Thiele and Brock die within a week. John Howard goes for a jog every day in a bright green track suit with his minders several feet from him in every direction, and doesn’t even trip over his fucking shoelaces!
WELL, AT LEAST I’LL STAY BUSY
The Luscious One leaves for Femmecon this afternoon, taking Connor with her for the trip. It’s the first time we’ve been apart since my trip to Sydney a few years back, and the first night we’ve spent apart since our wedding. I know she’s going to have a great time, but there’s a part of me that doesn’t want her to go (or more accurately, doesn’t want her to leave me behind) . Erin and I will be all alone in our big, empty, echoing house, just the two of us, wandering the hallways of the Batthome calling out plaintively in little voices……
Or I could:
Or I could just wait until Erin goes to bed and watch porn.
It’s all up in the air, really… 🙂
COOL!
A funky advert, courtesy of YouTube. Somewhere an advertising executive had an original idea.
S/he’s probably dead now.
Song of the Moment: I’m The Urban Spaceman The Bonzo the Dog Doo Dah Band
Read of the Moment: If I Don’t Write It, Nobody Else Will Eric Sykes, and Haunted Chuck Palahniuk