update

~ Bon Steele ~ 8 Comments

I am back.

I am also a somewhat crispy critter. El Sol + gothling pale + sunscreen + sweat = Fucking Ow

We had a fabulous time. Revel fire was amazing – the drummers mostly had it together! And it was great to see everyone again. We are definitely planning on going back for Fall.

Its just a jump to the left…

~ Bon Steele ~ 4 Comments

Did we have a flipping time warp last night? Is it somehow Monday, again? Seriously, only a shredded time-continuum could explain today’s fuckery. The high points have included:

>> Waking up late and having to shuffle 8 year old through the morning at accelerated pace.
>> Insert large amounts of whining due to said pace.
>> Stepping in a large puddle of cat vomit with my bare feet on my way to the coffee maker.
>> Having to change my sweat pants because it dragged into the chunk-filled mass.
>> Damn near tumbling ass over teakettle on way down stairs because I am burdened with workout bag, lunch bag, purse, file folders, child’s backpack and keys.
>> Having to return to the house because she hadn’t brushed her teeth. (Dragon breath doesn’t even begin to cover it. Jeebus.)
>> Finding out that she lied about where the towel was (She left it outside on her bike for whatever reason.)
>> The commute. ’nuff said.
>> Grueling cardio (ok, did it to myself. But, still. I cannot feel my buttocks yet.)
>> Getting a bug returned by the developers because they think it is missing information. The info they are requesting is in the goddamn bug pathway
>> Splashing hot coffee into my eye because I was silly enough to drink it from a cup with a lid (as is required in the lab.)
>> Two, count ’em, TWO wrong numbers on my cell phone.
>> One said callers *not* believing me. Politeness only goes so far when I am paying by the minute, dude. *click*

And its only just now 10 til 10.

::sighs::

mulligan

gimme

~ Bon Steele ~ 25 Comments

I have decided. I want a gun that shoots powerful little magnets that have flags with sayings like,

“If you’re gonna drive like that, may I recommend the AARP? I hear it has a fine discount on blue hair rinse.”

“Die, you pusbag.”

“Either drive or chat on the phone. Or, barring that – drive into an abutment whilst doing both.”

“Oh, hey! You cut me off. You win! You and all your ilk will be the first against the wall, come the revolution.”

“Its an ambulance you cretin. Get out of its way.” **

“Yield almost ALWAYS means ‘stop moving, check for traffic & move on’. Not, roll into intersection and come to a complete stop.”

“Go home. You forgot your meds.”

“Blue smoke means its time to change the oil. Its the next step on the idiot indicator; the one right after the little light on the dashboard. The step after blue smoke is engine death. This has been your PSA for today.”

“I’m dieting. I’m bleeding from my crotch. Are you really, really sure that you want to get in front of me and slow down, shit-for-brains?”

“Yup. That was my exit that you just caused me to miss with your antics. Heh. That’s OK. I’m gonna follow you now. Where we going, and is it a lonely, dark place?”

** — I would also very much like to arm the ambulances. Yeah, they are on a mission of mercy. It would help if the others asswipes on the road realized it and let them do their fucking job.