Tort a la mode

Stole Borrowed this from Sherry,





take the WHAT INTENTIONAL TORT ARE YOU test.


and go to mewing.net. because law school made laura do this.

A Time to Live, A Time To Die, A Time to Feast on the Blood of the Living

From tomorrow's Onion

Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21)Unfortunately for you, the Bible addresses the fact that there is a time to live and a time to die, but it's vague on the subject of zombies.

A little better

No dreams last night. Uninterrupted sleep.

Yea!

Last night, instead of working on all the stuff I brought home with me, I watched the Patrick Stewart/Glenn Close "The Lion in Winter". I really enjoyed it, though I still prefer the Peter O'Toole/Katharine Hepburn version. Especially the young Timothy Dalton. And hearing Hepburn talk about wearing jewelry on her nipples.

Oddly enough, though I generally enjoy his work, I wasn't impressed by Jonathan Rhys-Meyers in this version. This may have had something to do with the fact that he wore big baggy robes the entire time.

Could it be that I am so shallow as to only like actors when they are wearing tight clothing on their lithe, cat-like bodies? So be it.

Were it not that I have (really, really) bad dreams

I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a while. When my life gets stressful, my dreams bear the brunt of it.

No zombies yet, but I did have a dream that incorporated the zombie-like people from 28 Days Later and combined them with the Borg from Star Trek. Viscious, raging people with wild eyes and bloodied skin fighting against their cybernetic parts which were the only things keeping them in line. And I was the only one not like them. Very disturbing.

Last night . . . well, I don't want to go into it, but I woke up sobbing. It was that bad.

I'm going to give it a few more days. If things don't get better, I don't know what I'm going to do.

Your Tax Dollars At Work

http://www.fema.gov/kids/games/tsunami/

That's in pretty bad taste, Under Secretary Brown.

I'm surprised there isn't a World Trade Center game on the site.

Arbeit Macht Frei, my ass

As many people found out in WWII, arbeit does not, in fact, macht frei. It does, however, macht unsinnig.

I have received close to a dozen new projects in the last week. I could stay in the office 24 hours a day for the next week and not come anywhere close to accomplishing them. Plus, I would be receiving more projects during that week.

Anybody need a cabana boy man curmudgeon?

Yeah, I'm still around

I just haven't really felt motivated to blog . . . or really anything else. Just a depression/funk sort of thing.

Hopefully it will blow over soon.