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I start the fourth class in my editing certificate program tonight, so I'll look even better on paper than a I do now. So that's cool.

I am suspending my World of Warcraft account after the Fire Festival.

I am upping the intensity and duration of my daily work out.

I am still looking for a new job. If you know any workplace that is looking for an editor or proofreader, let me know. I will move anywhere. I can survive in any country on the planet, possibly even those countries that are actively hostile to Americans.

I have lost some weight. How much, I don't know because I refuse to bend knee to vilely oppressing scales.

I am pissed about Battlestar Galactica's broadcast schedule. The executives at SciFi can eat a shitty hot dog.

I saw a cool show about hot dogs last night. More on that later.

I have been making tomato soup from scratch. Kinda fun.

I have been eating a lot of grilled cheese sandwiches with that tomato soup.

I have been drinking some pretty damn good coffee that a former coworker smuggled into the US from Ethiopea for me.

I have not been playing enough Guitar Hero.

I have been listening to some amazing music that really brings me down to the level at which I usually sink before rising again, higher than before.

I am indeed a fucking phoenix. I do not mean that when fucking, I rise again and again, though that would be kinda cool, if tiring. I mean that I crash and burn more frequently than (bad airline) and lie broken for a period of time of length as yet undetermined and then shoot up like a shooting up thing, to soar at heights previously unreached.

Full Frito, Now in Paperback and an Advance Warning

I could be wrong, but isn't that Smokedog on the cover?

Start saving people, this motorcycle is going on my birthday required-gift list. You failed last year, don't fail me again. Failure makes me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. I take it out on your porcelain.

Forgotten Post

I forgot why I opened a blank post. Oh well, let me list some of the developing stories Chuckles and Company is working on for the eleven o'clock broadcast:
Top Nine Albums of 2007 (really just a list of albums I bought since I only bought nine)
Review of Juno
Review of Aliens V Predator: Requiem
List of Movies a Person Should Watch (really just a reference list for someone)
Discussion of Uwe Boll (neither agent of the apocalypse or Ed Wood reincarnated but as a cinematic genius)
Review of In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Movie (Can't Frigging Wait)
The Return of Western Thought Wednesday (as demanded by a Girl Like Me and Unknown Fashion/Costume Designer Friend of the Genius)
Grand Opening of New Memberships for Friends of the Genius (at new 2008 rates!)

Rules of Engagement

I have rules and guidelines for a lot of stuff in life. These guidelines have been generated over the years by my experiences doing stupid shit. I have three rules for drinking:

Never drink with the military.

Never drink with an eastern European.

Never drink jager.

I can break any one rule as long as I am willing to accept a night that won't be over until sometime after dawn and perhaps a bad hangover. If I break two of these rules, I must expect a night that ends in some form of incarceration. If I break three of these rules, I won't come out of it for days and have been known to redecorate an entire hotel room in a Jackson Pollock fashion with a different medium than paint.

Last night, I broke only one of these rules and ended the night by sleeping on my floor while my guests took my bed. It was almost dawn when we got home. I also left my license and credit card at the club...fuck.