As of the time of this writing, I have two live-in poors of my very own. Fancy has one. This is your penultimate guide to maintaining their health and marketability.
5.02.2008
The Care And Feeding Of Proles
4.09.2008
It's Also A Tax Write Off Because It's For Work
Amazon has a totally sweet 8-pack of icepicks. Unfortunately, there's over twenty people working at my company, so I'll have to buy three packs. It's a recession, y'know? The basic necessities of life are getting more and more expensive. I should probably borrow J0olie's husband's camp shovel too. So I don't have to buy one. See? Frugal thinking.
3.31.2008
The Sun Hates Me
I don't know why, but the Sun totally fucking hates me. It may be because I was never really into being outside during daylight hours, since that's when naked dark programming time is. It may be because I don't really give a shit about how the Sun has a spectral class of G2V, even though it talks about it all the time, even when I'm busy being tremendously aroused by ruby code.
3.13.2008
Dear Girl Scouts Of America
Dear Girl Scouts of America:
2.29.2008
Dear Josh: A Retrospective
Dear Josh:
2.06.2008
Be My Valentine
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1.09.2008
I Didn't Ask To Be Awesome, I Was Born That Way
Ex-Girlfriend: What's taking so long? What are you doing?
Me: I'm thinking about how awesome it would be if I had a harem of female selves. I could start my own race.
Ex-Girlfriend: Do you really need to be thinking about that now?
Me: I have to think about something. The whole 'cutting you' thing doesn't really get my motor going. But then, nothing could get my motor going like an entire army of sexy Korean bitches, who are also me.
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Me: Shit. Shit.
Joe: You alright, dude?
Me: I think I drank too much. I think I'm going to die.
Joe: Just stay out here on the balcony. You'll be alright.
Me: If I ever survive this, I swear I'm gonna switch to water every time I think I'm even slightly beginning to get drunk. And if Lewis calls me a pansy and I die, I'm going to come back as a ghost and kick his ass.
Joe: It's okay, dude. You look pretty bad, but you'll make it through.
Me: I don't think I will. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die.
Joe: It's okay, I'm watching you.
Me: Can you get some paper?
Joe: Why?
Me: I ain't dying until somebody ghostwrites my memoirs. I'm too fucking amazing to go without a lengthy epitaph. And you just volunteered, bitch.
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Me: S and W together makes the 'swuh' sound.
The Boy: Swuh... ah.. muh. Swam.
Me: Good. It's like, "I swam through a river of insignificant people to get where I am today."
Wife: Erm...
Me: What's this one say?
The Boy: Stuh... ih... ffff. Stiff.
Me: Right. Like somebody who's not alive anymore.
Wife: (looks over)
Me: He needs to understand where we get dead people from. They're a valuable commodity.
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Me: I take the tubby bitch bottles of Seroquel now. I didn't even know there was a prescription bottle bigger than, you know. Prescription-sized.
minipul8r: Do you take them as a side job?
Me: So your girlfriend can have the diabetes. The tubby bitch bottle officially has enough stamina to take down at least 5 normal pill bottles.
minipul8r: Well, she has 10 bottles. So you'd better have at least two.
Me: Shit.
minipul8r: Bottle Wars!
Me: Hell yes. I'm gonna play that with some gin as soon as I get home tonight.
12.26.2007
Coyote And The Wendigo
A long, long time ago, the People lived upon the Earth. A fierce and powerful Wendigo guarded the canyon which was the only way out of the valley where the People lived. After a time, the sound of their misery reached the ears of Wakantanka.
"Go, Coyote," said Wakantanka. "I know you, that you are a trickster. Many powerful beasts walk upon the land, but none is so strong as to challenge Wendigo. Go forth and free the People from their misery."
So Coyote walked into the valley and spoke to the Wendigo. "Fearsome spirit," called Coyote. "I will seriously give you five bucks if you get out of here and leave the People alone."
The Wendigo gave pause. "Who has sent you, Coyote?" it wailed.
"Wakantanka," said Coyote. "Well, him and your mom."
"You so did not bring my mom into this," stormed the fierce Wendigo. "You are cruising for a bruising."
"So, ten bucks?" asked Coyote. "I could get you more, but I'd have to get it from your mother."
At this, Wendigo sucked in the air all about him with a mighty breath. He prepared to wail like a banshee, except that banshees are from Ireland or Italy or France or something and totally have nothing to do with this story.
"I see you learned something about sucking from her as well," goaded Coyote.
"TWENTY DOLLARS." wailed the Wendigo. "I'd kick your ass, but you are so totally not worth it."
"It just so happens I have twenty dollars in this Louis Vuitton wallet here," said Coyote, brandishing the wallet before him. "My tribal ID card is already in my medicine bag, so I guess you can have the wallet too. I don't need anything in there to get smokes."
"It is a nice wallet," thundered Wendigo.
Later, as Coyote went back to Wakantanka, Wakantanka ordered Coyote to tell him why he let Wendigo know about what was going on with Wendigo's mother.
"I did it because I thought it would totally rule ass," said Coyote.
"You're right," said Wakantanka. "It totally did rule ass."
11.20.2007
OTCMiHKaL: Over The Counter Medicines I Have Known And Loved
A Chemical Love Story
advil
I figure that if my girlfriend can take one of these every ten minutes, it stands to reason that I can take ten of them every minute. Bolstered by this algebraic equation, I plunk a handful into my mouth before my mind can recognize the mathematical inconsistency. In three bites, what seemed like a mouthful of medicine-sweet M&Ms is now a sick-tasting bite of jagged glass. After swallowing, there is pain in my throat. Eventually, the pain goes away. Shortly afterwards, so does the bottle. Nothing seems to happen. I lie in bed listening to Bob Marley. This is boring. Fun: 1/10
claritin
My throat still a little sore from the Advil bit, I pop twelve pills from their blister pack and crush each one under a half-dollar. Using my driver's license, I cut out three lines and insufflate the first one. The burn blossoms in my brain, but my nose feels clogged. Then, suddenly, it doesn't. Ecstatic, I move on to the next line, and then the next. Each one is progressively easier. I chase it with half a liter of gin, just to make sure. Suddenly, I feel dizzy; I sit down on the couch and wait for the ride to kick in. Oh yeah, that's the ticket. Wait. Maybe it isn't. Half an hour later, I wake up in the middle of a flowerbed. A zinnia is staring me in the face. I'm two blocks away from my house. I get up and look around; there is a small tricycle behind me. Apparently, I stole it from my neighbors and rode it here. I return it and apologize; my neighbor, Suzanne, offers me a slice of blackberry pie. Fun: 3/10
calamine lotion
After I get home from the pharmacy, I pull the three pink bottles out of the bag and look at them thoughtfully. After a shot of Rumpelminze to boost my courage, I break the safety seal on the first one and chug it down. Ugh. This is worse than drinking vomit. I can barely keep the first bottle down as I crack the next one open. It tastes like a combination of sand, glue, and hair. The texture is indescribably bad. Halfway through the bottle, my gut heaves and I spray paint my kitchen in yellow-pink. I never knew such a color existed. Just looking at it makes me sick. After pondering whether or not to clean it up, I chug the rest of the second bottle so I can paint the rest. Fun: 0/10
theraflu
I dump two boxes of theraflu into a giant coffee mug, filling it by a quarter. After heating some water in the kettle, I mix it all together and drink it as quickly as I can without scalding my throat. Yes. Yes. Oh yes. After the past three attempts, finally something is happening. I feel calm, relaxed, drowsy. Very drowsy. When my legs tumble out from under me, the sound of the coffee mug shattering on the floor is somehow muffled. Fun: 6/10
birth control pills
These weren't over the counter, but I did find them in a coworker's purse, so they officially count. I can't remember if I'm supposed to eat the ones there are 7 of, or the ones there are 21 of, so I eat all of them. Nothing happens immediately, so I go to watch television. After three hours, I am vaguely aware that I am watching Days of our Lives, that my nipples are extremely tender, and that I am starving for candy. I get in the car to drive to the corner store, but on the way, I crash into a mailbox and break down in tears. Fun: 2/10
trucker fuckers
I persuade the cashier at 7-11 to sell me an entire box of trucker stimulants, then go home and tear the packages open like a gleeful child at Christmas. After the first three packages, I suddenly feel sixty thousand feet tall. My eyesight seems telescopic, eagle-like; I look around the room and notice that I now have a mental zoom that allows me to notice single objects in detail without missing a single thing that's going on anywhere else. I am dangerously aroused. I understand the lyrics to "East Bound And Down". Fun: 9/10
11.09.2007
Rejoice, For The McRib Has Returned
I was going to go to Taco Bell and reminisce about the now-nonexistent Club Chalupa, which somehow climbed out of the Taco Bell sewer clad in bacon and sex. However, on the way, I saw that the McRib is back.
11.02.2007
On The Corpses Of My Enemies
You know, there really isn't anything to complain about. I mean, I've got a pretty decent life now- a home, a job, a mighty space empire that revels in my leadership, and every single episode of The Young Ones on DVD. Every single threat that ever stood in my way to total galactic conquest is pretty much obliterated now. Let's get cathartic. Let's relive some of those past rivalries.
10.16.2007
The Revenge Of Ambien
8.24.2007
Software For Girls
I know how to make software stereotypically optimized for women. Listen to me, I have a blog. Online misogyny is one of the funnier vices.
Adobe Photoshop: Add a 'blur until virtually unrecognizable and then post on livejournal' button. In fact, make this the only visible part of the interface.
iTunes: iTunes is already made for girls.
Macromedia Dreamweaver: Replace entire application with a client that takes pictures from your camera. Send directly to Flickr/Facebook.
Microsoft Excel: Make negative numbers show up in extra-bold magenta by default. Add a 'send email to boyfriend inquiring about {$column}' right-click option to each row/column.
Mozilla Firefox: Automatically open tabs to livejournal, flickr, and Bejeweled on launch.
XCode: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Yahoo! Messenger: If the user profile is set in the Philippines, download every single username ever made and send 'care to chat' messages. Include a button that auto-messages 'webcam/file send is broken right now'.

