Gar!

Dez, beholding the Beholder.

I have solved the mystery of the un-like RSS titles! That’s the good news. The bad news is that it is too much trouble to fix them, so they will remain like that, wretched scars on my otherwise perfect web-self. Ah well.

Prompted by some fun work discussions, I have decided to try my luck at NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month (again). This time, at least one of my co-workers is participating too, so hopefully we will shame each other into sticking it out to the bitter end (we are both Asian, so shame is a powerful motivator). If you will kindly direct your eyes to the upper-ish right hand portion of the site wherein my navigation menu lies, you will see a new link for the soon-to-be-written masterpiece. There’s nothing there now. Rules are I can’t start ’til November. Anybody else want to be writing buddies? Hrm? :)

Sometimes Curt drives me crazy. Right now, I’m squinting irritably at his silly red head, waiting for him to turn around so I can resume imagining that huge red boxing gloves are pummeling his BIG SMUG – he’s turned around now, and he’s squinting back at me. GrrrrrrrrrrrrARARRRR.

He fried bacon in my kitchen tonight. Bacon, in case you all don’t know, leaves a stinks. Of the dead pig. And there is greasy animal fat splattered all over my nice. clean. stove. The bastard was even surly when I asked him to clean it.

/BASH BASH BASH!!

That’s me smashing (or, more precisely: BASHING) his face in, Batman-style.

Relationships are hard when you (I) don’t get everything your (my) way.

(/BASH BASH BASH!!)