27 Mar 09
— Spam Email of the MonthThis is yourr penis: 8—o
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25 Mar 09
The Big Takeover →
“The best way to understand the financial crisis is to understand the meltdown at AIG. AIG is what happens when short, bald managers of otherwise boring financial bureaucracies start seeing Brad Pitt in the mirror. This is a company that built a giant fortune across more than a century by betting on safety-conscious policyholders — people who wear seat belts and build houses on high ground — and then blew it all in a year or two by turning their entire balance sheet over to a guy who acted like making huge bets with other people’s money would make his dick bigger.”
13 Jan 09
About that nightmare…
I was dreaming about something else; observing something that was fairly creepy and I was thinking, “Gee that’s really creepy”. Then suddenly I was back in my bed, in my dark room, and there was something on top of me.It was all black, maybe shiny, catching what little light there was coming through the blinds of my bedroom window. It was right above me. I could feel that its hands were on the bed on either side of my shoulder. As it shifted its weight, the bed sank and rose and I moved underneath it.
I couldn’t see it face, but it was there, close to mine. It was whispering in a foreign language. I perceived it as an old language. It felt like it was cursing me, casting a spell or something. I moved my face around to look away, and it moved with me, keeping its face and mouth right in front of me. I could feel the heat of its presence on my face and I was breathing in it’s breath as it spoke.
I was frightened.
I made a noise, “UUNNH!” It’s so hard to make noise in dreams. The noise was a weak wail; so not very wail like (a fail wail (JOKE! This is serious)). I spent a lot of breath making that noise and had to breathe in fast and deep. I snorted/ growled/ made more noise on the breath in; enough to wake myself up.
The thing on top of me was gone. And I was alone in my bed, in my dark room.
IT WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE AWAKE…
I was still in the “scene” of the nightmare. I continued to freak out and think irrationally.
What if it wasn’t a dream? What if it was a demon coming to collect on all those times I’ve tempted Satan? What if it was still in the room?
I had to get up and walk around. I went out to the computer and tweeted. I paused for a bit, checked the back up logs (more errors!?) and then went back to bed. I lay down on my side, pulled the blankets up over my head and then folded them back enough so my mouth was the only thing exposed.
22 Oct 08
New Comics
Final Crisis #4; Unknown Soldier #1; Runaways #3; Monster v17; Aetheric Mechanics10 Oct 08
Art
Bought my second piece of original art today. Bid earlier this week, but the auctions ended today. It’s a 17x24 drawing of Catwoman by Cameron Stewart. He posted three such drawings in two days. I bid on the “all business” one, because I didn’t want cleavage on my wall. Curiously (or not), the other two, with cleavage, sold for more. And they both went to the same collector and reseller.
At first, I was pretty worried about spending that kinda money. Now I am very excited to get it.
