crazywonderful

I can’t interface without my mouse.
Was trying to get ice out of the tray for my drink before dinner (featuring pepper steak, which was an interesting choice, because I don’t really like peppery things, on account of them making me feel masochistic), and I was doing so by “flipping” cubes up into the air with my left hand so’s I could try and catch one of them with my right hand until I realized rather sadly that I was no Karate Kid, and given two chopsticks and a fly, I would probably blind myself and contract dysentery.
The West End is in a state of LOCK DOWN for the fireworks tonight. I went out to find a fuel source so’s I could barbecue and the police were just pulling out all the barricades, so’s it took me twenty minutes to find a “Resident Entry Point” and wind my way back to my home with my brand new propane tank. (Two words: Very shiny.) I was sitting outside for a while with the barbecue, but the number of people streaming by all junked-up on airhorns and alcohol started to make me feel unsettled, so’s I came inside.
Saw The Corporation yesterday. I laughed, I shuddered, I realized several times that my mouth was hanging open in surprise. Long and the seats were uncomfortable, but it was worth it.