This was the subject line of a spam I received this morning. Monday has started off this short week with a lot of bludgeoning The Genius about the face and head. First, I stayed up late last night watching The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and then a a second time with the commentary. Did you know that there are parts of that movie filmed in 3-D?
Anywho. I woke up and did all the usual morning rituals1 and even ate breakfast. The milk was at that stage where it still smells ok, but acts like it has gone bad after you eat it with cheerios. I have a rumbly in my tumbly.
Then, I got the high price for my coffee which is still cheaper than Starbuck's, but high enough that I am going to buy, grind and make my own coffee in the morning. I walked to work like usual. I was struck by the need to hawk a loog and some of it ended up on my shoe.
I did not see the green car with the Troma bumper sticker.2 I am more than slightly disappointed but such is life. Whatever, I am going to Oregon this weekend for four days of celebration and craziness. Booze. And hopefully, boobs.
UPDATE: I saw the green Troma car. I left a stupid note about Toxie. I think the owner is a waiter in one of the restaraunts in my block. I bet they are totally creeped out now.
1 I sacrificed two wrens and a bowl of figs to Bacchus in the hopes of greater prosperity and to begin preparations for hangover reduction for the upcoming festivities in Oregon.
2 If life is fair,3 I won't ever see this car again.
3 Which it isn't, just look at Africa if you need confirmation. Or our electoral college.