Peoples of Earth: Surrender

Surrender and bow to me as your new supreme overlord. I won't promise I'll be a benevolent ruler or even a particularly good ruler, but at least I'm being honest.

Rode my bike today. T'was a chilly ride but I regret nothing.

I can tell it's chilly when the hookers are not out on the street. That or Tuesday mornings function as their day off. Good for them. It's too cold in the mornings for the skanky mini-skirt look.

Tonight is the next installment of ABC's "V" remake. I'm torn. I absolutely hated the pilot episode, but given the dearth of science fiction on TV, I feel as though I should give it another chance. Hmph. Maybe one more chance. I'm a glutton for punishment, apparently.

If I ruled the Earth with an iron fist, any remakes would only be allowed if they were spectacularly-good. Otherwise, the writers and the producers would be put in a deep, dark pit and forced to do death-match battles with horrific mutant monsters until they were devoured for the entertainment of the masses.

Hey, it worked for the Romans, or it would have if they had access to horrific mutant monsters.

I will have horrific mutant monsters. Have no fear on that score.

I'm rather tired this morning. Tired and megolmaniacal. Must be Tuesday.

Conversation in the Office

Staff 1: "I had a very productive lunch today."

Staff 2: "That statement sounds wrong."

Damn skippy.

Lingering Suckage

So you're practicing grappling (and not in the fun manner of romance... I'm talking more about a martial, trying-to-break-someone way).

Your opponent is strong like a freak and weighs nearly as much as you do.

You can't really breathe.

You're having trouble breaking a hold.

Something along your ribs, on your back, just... gives.

That's it for the evening. You're shot. Hurts to bow. Hurts to inhale. You're concerned that maybe one or two of those ribs actually cracked.

Hot shower. Icy/Hot pack. Advil.

The next morning, you're more functional. Your back hurts still, but it's not nearly as crippling-bad as it was.

Good times. Ribs are clearly not-cracked. It's got to be a pulled muscle or something.

Survivable.

Fast-forward a couple of days. The pain is lessening. The pull isn't nearly as bad as you thought it was.

Then the air conditioning goes on in your office. You sneeze.

THERE it is!

Yep. Hurts to inhale again.

Goddamnit.

So. Cool.

This backpack may redefine "cool".

195 Euros is a chunk of change, though. That's about $292.19, according to an online currency converter.

Ouch.

Brrrisk!

'Tis a wee-bit chilly this fine mornin'.

A slight nip in the air.

I love it.

Mm

Quiet Sunday.

Nothing of substance to report.

Carry on.

Fringe redux

As "Fringe" episodes go, last night's wasn't bad. It wasn't one of the better ones, but it did shine a spotlight on the character of Broyles a bit. Good times.

It was kind of "X-Files"-ish, really. Well, more so than usual.

Not that it's a bad thing, mind you.