Friday, May 19, 2006

Mood du jour

I'm definitely in a weird sort of mood today, I blame Meathe. Blame it all on the spooge monkey.

I've got the Steely Dan going now, Steely Dan is some good mellow stuff.

It's a good sort of weird mood, I find myself grinning. I just peered in the mirror, I look like some sort of guilty grinning buffoon.

"no static at all...."

It's one of those rare moments where I feel like I'm in control of all aspects of my life. Where it came from I don't know but I'm glad it's there. Not often we get to feel like we are in control of all parts of our lives. It won't last long, some petunia pisser will go after it but I'll beat them off with a spiked heel. The great Roman emperor Gotardus has a cold, he gets crabby when sick. One foot near my petunias and he's dead meat.

I'm up to 21 hours of recorded network tv, I just can't seem to get into watching anything. Late nights are for letting the mind wander and reading. It'll do me well when it's Summer and there's nothing on but ghastly Summer fill-ins and horrible things like The Closer.

I'm supposed to be mushing meat. Nope, not a euphemism. Meat. Beef of the ground sirloin variety. The great Roman emperor Gotardus was in the mood for spaghetti and meatballs a la kittyn so I said what the hell, I'll make the meatballs. A bowl full of mushed meat mix for meatballs is some naaaaaaaaasty shit, let me tell you. Then I have to stick my hands in there and it's all cold and oozey and soggy meaty. Yug. They always come out amazing but I have to psyche myself up for the meat mush.

See, this is the stuff I'm talking about. Conversation I just had with a friend who shall remain nameless.

Friend: I'm getting old.
Me: What brings this on?
Friend: I have grey hair.
Me: Don't we all.
Friend: On my balls.
Me: Now that I don't have.
Friend: I have grey hair on the right side of my chin and on my balls.
Me: Should I ask how you know you have grey hair on your balls? No, no I shall not.
Friend: This disturbs me.
Me: This is more than I wanted to know about you or your balls.

Huzzah.

Here's to whatever strangeness the rest of today and tonight brings on.

1. Just for the record, that’s not a conversation with me.

   Meathe  on  05/19  at  12:28 PM

2. No, that one was not the spooge monkey.

   WebKittyn  on  05/19  at  12:34 PM
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