better than Count Chocula in the morning... yummy!

Holy yummilicious Batman.



I seem to have fallen head over heels in love with Gavin Crawford. How wonderful for me! But just look at this scorecard:

a) He's Canadian.
b) He's a comedian.
c) He's got a fantastically fun job.
d) He's gay as the daisies.
e) Look at the face on this boi!
f) All of the above.

As a dear friend used to say to me all the time, "He's so dreamy! When I grow up I'm gonna marry him!"

I'm so tempted to get tickets to the show he's in locally, but I'd end up having stage lights drop on me and being critically injured in my prime. Nevermind, it was an odd dream I had...

And what's with the whole cast of the show being hot? I'd do the whole lot of 'em! Nevermind, it was another odd dream entitled, "This Cast Does Davey In 22 Minutes"

They are a sexy bunch though. Hehe!

Spoon.

incendiary

You hardly know me, yet you judge me.
A few moments, glances and words and you deem me unworthy.
Very well, I shall return the favor.
I think you insignificant, unimportant, trifling.
That which you seem to find so interesting seems dull and idiotic to me.
The look you so dashingly show off is contrived;
an attempt to be mod and en vogue, covering an inside both lackluster and hollow.
I have looked into your eyes and read your soul... and found you wanting.
You are a waste, beneath even the effort of simple acknowledgment.
Begone, you are worthless and debased in my sight.

how thoughtful

The Emperor's New Clothes
- Sinead O'Connor

[...]
I see plenty of clothes that I like
But I won't go anywhere nice for a while
All I want to do is just sit here
And write it all down and rest for a while
I can't bear to be in another city
One where you are not
I would return to nothing without you
If I'm your girlfriend or not

Maybe I was mean
But I really don't think so
You asked if I'm scared
And I said so

Everyone can see what's going on
They laugh 'cause they know they're untouchable
Not because what I said was wrong
Whatever it may bring
I will live by my own policies
I will sleep with a clear conscience
I will sleep in peace

Maybe it sounds mean
But I really don't think so
You asked for the truth and I told you

Through their own words
They will be exposed
They've got a severe case of
The emperor's new clothes

A priest, a paladin, and Varimathras walk into a bar…

Fuck being sick is a bitch. This is day 8 and while the bloody flu has evolved into new forms as the week has progressed, I still feel like hell. Today is sinus pain and a driving headache that copious amounts drugs seems unable to relieve. Grr, says I. Bring me a hand auger, I'll fix the pain in your head. I think I need a good bleeding. 14th century medicine had one thing going for it... of it didn't solve your ailment, you didn't have to worry, you were gonna croak from their remedy anyway. I just watched The Weatherman, enjoyed it immensely and all I want to do now with my bloody aching head and stuffy nose is walk around downtown Halifax with a bow and arrows strapped on my back picking off targets until someone shoots me down. We'll see how day 9 goes before I get too irrational, but if it gets to day 14 this city is gonna burn.