Vehemently Vitriolic

Ah, the sites and smells of the hospital. Just got back from the emergency center at Eagle Ridge hospital for my massive wounds.

Well, okay, perhaps “massive” and “wound” is not really what the medical industry would call it. I was walking down my landlords steps to build a MAME machine in his basement, and, for whatever reason, they felt that the carpet on the stairs was causing some sort of serious barrier to people enjoying the runners and stringers in all their glory, so they removed it.

But left the tack strips. (more…)

I have become single (again) while my wife is away fighting space zombies and mortgage lenders in a sub-prime post apocalyptic meltdown, also known as field geology.

As the time passes, I realise that me becoming a completely sloven git is not my own doing. No, like everyone in the US who refuses to take responsibility for their actions, I proudly pronounce:

I have a syndrome!

Its called Rational Female Brain Syndrome® or RFBS as the name on my inevitable patent and Nobel Prize statue will say. It follows the ideal of “behind every great man is an even greater woman”, though this phrase was shortened from “behind every half-assed male is a brilliant, and exceedingly patient, female making the man half-assed as opposed to some infintesmely small fraction-assed male if left on his own”. (more…)

I used to have really bad insomnia. Like ten years ago, before I met my wife, I would regularly pull all-nighters simply becaase I could just not pass out. But my wife has a very soothing and calming demeanor in dealing with this. While in bed she would say things like “Sssshhhhh….just relax and stop moving the bed, put your head on the pillow and rest or I’ll cave your skull in with a hammer”. Just like mom used to do.

But, now that she’s been gone for close to a month on a tour of duty in Alaska, I have been in a steady decline back to primitive-man state, which includes not sleeping overly well, and using only a single frying pan for every meal (eg: spaghetti. Figure that out). (more…)