Today I made chocolate chip cookies from scratch for the first time ever. They look delicious. Too bad I'm a vegan and I can't eat them. Oh well. They weren't for me, anyway.

Hassle of hassles, today I updated my PHP version on my server and now I have to wait up to 24 hours to get this brand new Invision Power Board v.3 uploaded correctly. (That's right, the Bent Lounge is making a comeback.) Jesus, what an ordeal this has been. I must be getting rusty, 'cause I remember being 18 and figuring all this MySQL shit out in a heartbeat.

Still have a Christmas card to make, a dog to wash, and fandom things to edit. Hope I can stay awake long enough to get it all done.

...And if I wash my hands one more goddamn time my flesh is going to fall off of my bones like overcooked ham.

Been busy this Easter weekend. Spent half of it out of town with friends, putting the "good" into Good Friday, à la Wino, and spent the rest of the weekend with my family, including my ex-hippie motorcycle junkie parents. We went out on a cross country tour Sunday and I rode my little 2-stroke 50cc Hyosung, since you don't need a motorcycle permit for anything less than 51cc. The newer scooters are sometimes difficult to differentiate with a motorcycle, and today I got saluted for the first time by a fellow biker. And then two more times, which made my day. Now I've got a little more motivation to get my MP, and one day, cash-willing, a bike. Scooters are fun and all, but they're just too small and weak for serious travel.

Speaking of permits, I've also got to apply for my CCW before Obama disarms the whole country. My To Do list is getting longer all the time.

I got so tanked on New Years Eve I just now regained full sobriety. I probably forgot everything I've learned in college for the past two semesters. I did a quick mathematical assessment just now and sure enough, the only thing I could remembered correctly was the Pythagorean Theorem. The quadratic equation was just not happening. At least not correctly.

I arrived home today to find a package on my desk. It was the Ghost Rider film novelization that I paid a whopping $0.75 for on Amazon.com. To my profound shock, a brief flipping-through of the book revealed that it was actually better written than the movie, even with the cringe-inducing typos and grammatical errors that the editors at . . . POCKET BOOKS, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc . . . didn't catch. All of this dreary mass of epic literary FAIL just serves to be another incentive for me to get off my ass and publish something. Because if this shit sells, my shit could sell, too.

On a totally random note, I want to write an Encyclopedia Dramatica article about my friend's roommate. He's a classic case of a poorly-socialized, monobrowed, Stargate SG1 and Battlestar Galactica fanboy with bad hygiene and revolting living habits that will keep him a virgin until he's well into his thirties. He's ED fodder. His roommate concurs.

I have spent entirely too much time making my new flash-based fanpage, but I think it was worth it, even if it never gets visited.

ALL HELL, a Ghost Rider travesty.

I've got so much to do it's unbelievable. Fics to write, presents to wrap, emails to reply to, correspondences to catch up with . . . And I thought the holidays were for relaxing.

¡NO!

Hey guys. It's that time of year again, so I'll be disappearing for about a week and burning a trail of rubber down I-75 to Florida. Will talk to you all when I get back. Take it easy and have a happy holiday season!

I hate the holidays. Too much fucking family drama.

Sometimes I wish I had been adopted by the Mansons. At least they're slightly less crazy than my immediate family.

Looking forward to the traditional Big Florida Roadtrippin' Fart Fest Booze-n-Bum Bash coming up next week. After this summer I need a vacation. I always need a vacation. Is it cos I'm lazy? No. I just have an appreciation for not killing myself.

I might actually start doing art commissions this fall. A few hopefuls have come to me over the past couple years and I've always had to turn them down. But that tells me there's demand. And where there's demand there's a market. I might also consider selling the master copies of my traditional-media works. I'd like the extra space. And maybe someone would like owning infamous atrocities, such as Georgiaklok...? We'll see.

I. I got back from Florida A-OK, minus the bedsores on my buttcheeks from driving nonstop for hours on end without the luxury of mobility. It's actually quite uncomfortable, but I couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably as I was putting the bandaids on my ass this morning.

II. The college got tired of waiting for me to pick up the scholarship check I hadn't realized I'd received, so they mailed it to me. I opened it at work today and promptly died. I had to be resuscitated by our IT guy. 

III. I'm going to attend the University of Wyoming to go for my bachelor's in geology, because a) I fucking hate Atlanta and the state of Georgia in general, and b) there are a whole lot of NO PEOPLE there. Not that I hate people. I just don't want to be around them. Oh, and Yellowstone's there too. And the supervolcano immediately under it. I want to be there when it blows half the earth off.

IV. I think I'm finally going to be able to afford a new computer setup because of point no. 2 up there. Which is great, because I'm stuck on this pathetic 30-gig dinosaur laptop from 2004 with the letters wearing off the keyboard. I might actually be able to start with the video editing hobby. Ooh lawd!

V. I don't know about this new movie The Ruins, which looked interesting in the adverts, so I read the book and while the book is a mildly-entertaining-but-mostly-gory survival story with frustratingly clueless characters and a vaguely-interesting botanical villian whose scientific mysteries are never explained, I did enjoy the German guy's part. But overall, I'd pass. At least the book. I imagine the movie is cringe-inducingly awful if they went by the book. I guess I've been spoiled by Michael Crichton's ultra-fact-saturated techno-thrillers where the characters are always scientists who discover through superior intelligence how to defeat their enemies. The Ruins was just like reading about a bunch of flies trapped in a jar and inevitably dying. OK, I'm being unfair. Maybe the jar was close the edge of the countertop.

I'm going to be in Florida for a while (business of course) so my secretary will be holding all calls until my return. Whenever that will be. Happy St. Drinking Day everyone!