Hiding with the platypus

I have to come here now to update my bland non eventful life. My 'other' blog has been taken over by a persistant individual who insists on meeting me for beers. I have tried many ways to make it clear i don't want to ever meet this person for drinks. I even went to so far as to leave the country...and i just can't kill his delusion that I might say yes.

Why won't his hope die, I've poisoned it, stabbed it, thrown mashed potatoes, it just wont die!

Anyhoo, i was thinking the other day, the duckbill platypus is one fugly weird ass animal. but its got a weapon on its heel...which sort of explains the overinflated sense of self esteem it has.

The David Carouso Method of Acting (Flowchart)

When in doubt...blame the economy

Milli Vanilli had it all wrong. Don't blame it on the rain...the economy is a much better target.

Have a cold? stress from worrying about the economy brought it on.

Fought with a friend? relationships suffer during such economic downturns.

Overate and now regret it? the economy has created an eat or be eaten environment.

Gave someone a lame birthday present? the economy has limited your options.

Single? the economy
Ugly? the economy
Rude? the economy
Failure? the economy

Made an oddball random post after midnight? the economy

Marketing is everything

So i was sent a link to Wicked Wines.

Wines from Paso Robles called such clever names as "Dracula Syrah" and "Witches Brew" and made with little skulls on the otherwise all black label.

Seriously.

thats all it takes to make wine into something appealing to some sort of goth culture?

In that case all those little darklings that think they are being sooo deep and bougie should be eating Count Chocula with their Wicked Wine. Dracula Wine to go with Dracula Marshmallows makes perfect sense.

Meh, the marketing may be obnoxiously and mind numbingly insulting to the limited thinking audience but the wine itself might be well enough.

I hear the Vampire Cabernet is to die for...

what the hell did i start this for

Do i really need yet another venue to spew my musings? do people really deserve to suffer at the hand of my ramblings? Why yes, yes they do.

I'm trapped in my kitchen at the moment. The gates to freedom are heavily guarded by the workmen standing in my sitting room allegedly waiting for the "paint to dry". stupid paint and its lazy ass drying.

There should be an instruction manual on how to behave when people are working in your home. i don't know what to do with myself. Should i coldly ignore their existence? Should i stare and monitor their work? should i offer them a cup of tea? I have chosen the run and hide option but it has its downfalls.

I have been sitting on a stool now for 3 hours. Stools are not entirely comfortable. My legs are taking turns falling asleep. My tush fell asleep hours ago.

I have had 5 cups of tea. eh, who am I kidding that's normal. I should've been better supplied for holding up in here for hours. I have no food. I usually just go buy something around the corner but alas...Im stuck. Still I can survive on the tea...for now.

But most of all...I'm am so freaking bored out of my skull!! I can't get comfortable enough to get into my book. The internet has some serious lack of interesting on it right now (which I am clearly adding to). I'm too self conscious to watch anything with sound on my computer...brahma forbid the workmen who dont speak my language judge me in a negative light!

Apparantly this has been time that would've been better spent in some sort of therapy.