Coffee, comics & CDs

It's a Lazy Saturday in these parts I'm enjoying catching up on little things.

After some overly blackened catfish in the early afternoon, I headed to the Fetus in order to pick up The Reluctant Graveyard by mutual Minnesotan Jeremy Messersmith (recommended).

Then with that as my background I meandered Uptown a bit before returning "home" where I have since been playing with Garageband, writing and reading.

I had forgotten how good Optic Nerve always was. Fine media abounds!

manageable exhaustion

What with waking up all early yesterday morning and staying up 'til at least 1am, subsequently I slept like a comfy rock last night. Now, though, I'm up feeling like I slept off a night of hearty partying yet am arguably more tired than any time yesterday.
My yawns - for example - are the stretched-out tear-inducing kind. So while it's good in a 'getting it out of your system' way, secretly I worry it will last all day long. Well boo to that!

That was worth reading, right?

Advice from the broken

Considering an eReader? Chalk this up in the 'against' catagory:

Never having to accept you can't read something, simply due to the fact that your book is malfunctioning.

Oh, that agent.

This must be where pies go when they die.

Shucks

It's rather difficult.

When you know what you know
yet
irrationality will not let you go.

It is late & I can't sleep.

It seems all night long I've been willing myself to stay up late (for no other reason than tomorrow is a holiday), and now the brain is stuck in 'on' mode. So I blog. I blog lots of things.

-Christmas has come and gone. This year most of my immediate family was absent (due to preference/inability/death) so I expected it to be quite bland and melancholy. However, it wound up being pretty great - highlights:

• my niece looking for Jesus on the ceiling and then deciding he was actually the baby sitting a row behind us during mass
  
• lively discussion, delicious fondue and games with a complete stranger on Xmas Eve
• online zombie fights late into that same night with an old friend across the country
• being psyched by gifts I'd forgotten I'd even asked for
• a mini-toast in memory of the only grandparent I've ever known
  
• lots of chatting with a far-away brother and his family
• painting the niece's fingernails like a pro
• brunch with a good friend (and running into several others at the same time)
• receiving a "F*#k you" in response to a gift given, after which I couldn't stop smiling
• It's A Wonderful Life

-Sometime this past year another old friend got me back into video games. I now own more than I will ever actually play for the rest of my life. Good thing I'm a (relatively) smart shopper regarding such things.
-Simultaneously glad and completely bummed I didn't buy that snowboard pass this year.
-There are not nearly enough 30+ degree weather days this time of year...I'm sort of desperate to start running again.
-Incidentally, the last time I went out for a run I wound up with a week-long flu thing that kicked my ass. Perhaps hibernation/insulation is a better call for now.
-I miss the whole of my family.

Alright, gotta try hitting the hay again. G'night for now.

Best New Show of 2010

Best Picture of 2010

Best Last Words

"...so it's like a fanny pack for your back."

"Yeah."

"Okay, goodnight!"


Good times & good company on a Tuesday evening.

Humidor/humidifier

The other day I felt congested. Though since I drink plenty of water every day, I wasn't too concerned about it.
That night, every involuntary swallow ripped me from a sleep which led to near-Man Tears as I scanned the fridge for anything to numb the pain in my throat. Eventually/somehow I awoke rested.

The following day was a struggle as I worked while Vitamin C-ing myself to (hopeful) health. The next Vapo-Rub, cough syrup-coated night was a breeze. Even waking up this morning was decent.

HOWEVER.

Tonight I sound like I've been smoking cartons of cigs since conception and feel like I'm perpetually ingesting/rejecting a nasty metal brillo pad via my larynx.

If I wake up tomorrow without a suicide note pinned to my person - well, I'll be damned.