Loading ...I was going to do horoscopes for everyone today but I thought, fuck it. Let’em be surprised. And anyway, its Sunday. No one’s really doing anything.
My own transits indicate I was supposed to be experiencing spiritual disquiet this morning. And thats precisely how I felt when I woke up. Doused myself in White Light so I’m feeling a wee bet better now.
Still got the tens unit attached to my nip… uh… shoulders. I can barely move my arm to type today. Hey you might get lucky and I won’t be able to write a long post. Though I’m hoping the pain pill will kick in. Soon.
I found another article from the tarot-game activists last night, but I forgot the address. There was no space for comments so why bother if I can’t actually argue with the post? What a bunch of jackasses. Everybody needs a cause. Everybody needs something to feel superior and self-righteous about, but hell, if you want to be an activist, then there are plenty of important causes going around. Why not do something to actually help someone, rather than worry about how your favorite game is being portrayed?
You don’t see me getting all up in arms over the fact that the Warhammer 40K gods are now actually being worshipped by some people. Hell… I think its kind of cool. I notice most worshippers are fond of Slaanesh, but me, I’m Tzeentchian all the way.
I had no idea this post would take this direction. I’ll blame it on the drugs.
And the steady current of electricity.
Wow, self-administered shock-treatment. How fun is that?
Do we have any alternative holidays for tomorrrrow? I think that word had too many Rs. Anyway, do we? Or are we just holding off until Che-day?
And just a reminder, Che-day lasts the entire month of June. One needn’t wait until the solstice to celebrate. It simply reaches its peak, its climax, on the Solstice. The entire month is all about me. Me me me me me….
Oh, and don’t forget, for those of you who reside in the western hemisphere, we got the blue moon on the 31st. For those of you in the east, your blue moon occurs at the end of June.
I think we should celebrate this year’s blue moon as a sort of Che-day eve.
Cul-de-sac.
I just felt like saying it. It sounds kind of obscene, doesn’t it?
Cul-de-sac.
Buy me a beer!
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I like the fact that if you have more than one cul-de-sac, you have culs-de-sac. Just like if you have more than one daughter-in-law you have daughters-in-law. Mojo informs me that is an endfix, as opposed to a prefix or a suffix.
My favorite linguistic definitional word? Clitic. It sounds like it has to do with one’s clit, but no, it is is a linguistical element that has some of the properties of an independent word and some more typical of a bound morpheme.
But I think that having to do with one’s clit is a better definition.
I think anything having to do with my clit is a better definition. I’m clitocentric that way.
So I had to buy a bra today. Geh. First time in my life owning a bra. Well thats not entirely true. I’ve had bras for, you know, fun. Like that velvet bra I used to wear to the Masquerade that made my tits look big and inviting. (Velvet is always inviting). But now, my costochondritis is acting up again and my tits feel like they weigh a ton. So I broke down and bought a sports bra. What is it this week with all the weird aches and pains? Got to be something astrological.
Anyway. New bra.
I put this post through the Gender Genie, and it said I’m female. Which may be true. Today.
I also put several of R the P’s comments through the Gender Genie and guess what? He’s female too.
Can we tell I’m bored today? Buying bras. Playing with the Gender Genie. Electrocuting myself. Yeah, its Sunday.