New blog is up an running.

It is done. My new blog can be found over at this address:

http://fnordboy.factotum23.com/

Please, update any links and bookmarks you may have. Don't expect anymore posts on this blog, and please don't comment because I will rarely check this.

Moving soon...

I haven't posted in a while because I am moving my blog to a new location.

I will update this page soon with the new URL.

Happy now, bitches?

Ok, so I have been MIA for quite awhile. You happy now? I am back.

It's funny, I was constantly thinking of things to blog about while I was on my hiatus, but I just couldn't bring myself to actually post anything. I don't know what it was... I just didn't feel like it. Let's figure out what is was:

• Did visiting Maryland suck the life out of me?
• Did the infected IHOP eggs that nearly did aquakitty in impair my ability to formulate words?
• When my harddrive died and I lost 170 gigs of data did I go into a catatonic state?
• Did drinking with Stewie, FreakMagnet, Renaldo, Aric Blue, AceRimRat, meatyhook and several others put me at that much of a loss for words?
• Maybe I was just too busy listening to Ron & Fez, who finally found a new home on XM radio.
• Did helping Skat fix her blog just turn me off blogs for that long?

Maybe it was all those things and then some, maybe it was none of those things. I need to write more so I guess I am back. I need to try to keep this thing fairly updated.

Happy now, bitches?

*YAWN*

Man, I slept a lot today. Sundays are good for that, even though they usually fuck you up for work the next day. Thankfully I am off this week and don't really have to worry about it.

I went to sleep some point Saturday night for an unknown amount of time. I was watching TV and the next thing I know I wake up and Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me was just starting. Of course I had to stay up and watch it. Goddamn I love that movie... and not just because you get to see Moira Kelly's titties in it, though it is a plus. I will go out on a limb and say that it is, IMO, the best Lynch movie. There is just something about this movie (and the show too) that I love so much. I love being in that world and following the characters around.

Anyway, so finally around 6:30am or so I crawl into bed and pass out. Wake up around noon and crash again at 3:00 to finally get up around 5:30 or 6:00.

It felt great, but now I am getting kind of bored and no one is around or awake. Guess I will have to throw in a movie from my too watch pile(s) or maybe finally get around to finishing Millenium Season One. Hopefully by 4 or so I will be tired enough to get a few hours in, but it's not looking that way right now.

Interviewed by a deviant

I got this from alien redrum's blog and stupidly asked him to interview me:

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Here are the instructions:

1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "Interview me." "Blow me" or "Eat me" are not acceptable substitutes.

2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different. I'll post the questions in the comments section of this post.

3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post on your blog.

5. When others comment, asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
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Onto the questions I was given by Stewie:

1. If no one would find out, would you dress up for a Cosplay convention or Furry convention? Who/what would you go as?
No, I wouldn't cosplay. It would bring too much attention to myself and I generally dislike that.

If I had to cosplay as something (at gun point) it would be something obscure and elitist of course.

2. What excuse are you going to give us at HorrorFind as to why your “girlfriend” couldn’t make it?
Honestly, if she doesn't go I won't have to make an excuse. I will not be there. Call me pussywhipped, but that is how the relationship works. We both give all or nothing.

3. If you had to, would you have sex with a 80 year old man or a 10 year old girl? Note, only one answer is acceptable, it’s one or the other.
I would have to go with the 80 year old man. I just couldn't bring myself to do that with a child.

4. For $100,000, would you put a glass rod up your ass and ride a motorcycle for a mile? What if it was over railroad tracks?
Nope. Too much risk for way too little money. $100k wouldn't even be close to buying me a 1 or 2 bedroom house in this area and it would have to be ATLEAST that. Hell, I couldn't even buy a decent (by decent I mean free of roaches) condo for that.

Besides, I already have too many ass problems and I like taking a dump too much to risk that.

5. Assuming necrophilia was both legal and socially acceptable, and you had the opportunity to have sex with a recently dead celebrity, who would it be? (By recently dead, you could chose, say, Marilyn Monroe immediately after she died from her OD. You wouldn’t have to dig her up now).
Louise Brooks. Definitely. The most beautiful actress to ever grace the screen. Of course, being socially unacceptable has never stopped me before in any of my sex acts.

If you're interested in being questioned by me (i will do my best to make it interesting) comment and request your questions.

What is wrong with me?

I am a 28 year old heterosexual male and I am pissed off that I forgot to bring my Shojo Beat magazine to work. WTF? I am either really secure, or I have a 12 year old girl trapped in my body.

I really wanted to start reading the NANA manga today and now I can't. :(

Ai Yazawa quickly became my favorite mangaka after I read Paradise Kiss. It was such an amazingly done manga. The story was great and the art was even better. I would recommend ParaKiss to almost everyone.

And I am fully expecting the bashing comments, you fuckers.

I want my goddamn tater tots!

Damnit. Everyday (usually) I get breakfast from the shitty cafe downstairs in the building. Two eggs scrambled, tater tots, and lightly toasted rye w/ butter. The eggs are usually "ok" but sometimes they suck. I don't know how someone could repeatedly fuck eggs up, but they do. The only thing that is good day in and day out are the tater tots. They make them delicious. I don't know why someone would sell their soul to the devil for perfect tot making skills, but Mike in the cafe must have done it.

Anyway, I go down there today, I walk in and right away they are apologizing that they don't have tater tots for me. Fuckers. I was looking forward to tots all morning.

Of course the eggs sucked today and the butter on the toast tasted like it sat out a little too long. And now I am just left with the fading memory of those magical tater tots.