Holes in the Sole

There are few things quite as demoralizing as discovering a large, sucking hole in the sole of your only pair of shoes on a day where it is pouring rain, and you have to walk a mile to work. To make matters even stupider, I walk by a shoe store every day on my way to work. It is however, a ritzy store that only has shoes that cost my entire paycheck. Walking to work…

Stupid Celebrity Gossip

I hardly ever weigh in, or even pay attention to, idiotic hollywood paparazzi garbage. However this whole Charlie Sheen thing is really damned hard to avoid, and it caught my interest. Speaking as a diagnosed, unmedicated sufferer of person with “bipolar disorder”, I am going to throw my hat into the ring of those who believe Charlie is having a serious manic episode, rather than his behavior stemming (just) from drug abuse. Fast, vaguely incoherent…

The Strange Case of the Curded Spread

Listen, dear reader, to my strange tale of woe and buttery spread. When butter just wasn’t enough for me, I switched over to country crock. I bought a tub about three weeks ago; it was easy to spread. There was lots of it. We were happy together. Yesterday a left my delicious spread out on the table for about half a day, a not entirely unusual occurrence. It was about 70F in the kitchen. When…

Writer’s Block: Transmogrified

It tells you something about where I hang out online, that I immediately assumed that this one was somebody’s perv-question. And there are quite a few perv answers <3 XD I guess I will say that I would want to be someone's BJD (Ball-joined dolls). I wouldn't have to do anything but be loved and admired and dressed up. 😛 -Mordax

NaWANKWriMo

What is it about the early winter months that breeds wank like rabbits? I’ve been surrounded by it for over a week, and I guess it was foolish to think that I would not get drawn in. The Multiple community is all in a tizzy because of…. Well I can’t figure out exactly why. As far as I can tell it started out with someone trying to be helpful, getting bitched out about the way…

On the road…

I finally made the decision, and did something I’d been considering for quite a while in the abstract, and about a week, in the concrete. I ordered a binder from underworks which hopefully when I wear it will reduce the giant mass leaping forward from my chest, thereby allowing me to wear the shirts I like, and present as a male without looking like an idiot. It turned out I was smack in the middle…

Might as well post this here I guess

Don’t know if anyone on my regular flist will have an answer but: So, I’ve started trying to wear my pants around my hips, instead of around my waist, as I have done for all the years of my life. Looks great, and much more masculine, only problem is I constantly feel like they’re a second away from falling off and answering the boxers of briefs question. Is this a sizing issue? Issue of not…

Winter’s Nap

I have a problem. And that problem is I’m hot for Snow Miser. (lulz hot) With winter gearing up around here, I just had to do a pic of Mr. Snow waking up from his long summer’s nap. Blue heart boxer shorts, a Starbucks Frappe; looks like its going to be a good morning. Snow Miser: Winter’s Nap by ~Greer-The-Raven on deviantART

Well-known Otherkin Stabbed to death

Matthew Finnigan, a dragon otherkin known as starblade-enkai died September 22, 2010 having been stabbed in a friend’s apartment. The suspect, his friend, James Torrey Hill, has plead not guilty to murder and is being held in custody. Starblade was known as the originator of “Fuck you, I’m a dragon”, and while some may not have found him the easiest person to get along with, I know I at least, am saddened to hear of…

Aaaaawkward

Working at the front desk, I just got a call to enroll in a class from my favorite high school English teacher. It was weird, but kinda cool. We chatted for a minute. She’s still teaching. Seems well. I told her all the news about my classmates I knew. I have her email address now. XD -Mordax

Managing

I managed to work up the nerve to talk to mom about moving on our drive into work this morning. I had been planning to talk to her about it when we went to the laundromat, but she kept putting it off. Honestly, I ended up doing that “being deliberately quiet until she asks you what’s wrong” thing. I mostly told her the truth, though I did emphasize that I wanted to leave so I…

Dreams are weird

 Hey, UnderLankers, I had a dream with you in it last night. 😛 I dreamed one of your people somehow migrated over to our head. Don’t know quite who it was or why they were there. They were seemingly an adult female who was either seven years old, or had been around for seven years. Or something. I think I better say no more bean burritos before bed! XD -Mordax

Sketchblog entry 3

There were like three guys in line behind me. “These days if you score above a 7 on the Awesome Scale you are legally mandated to go back in time and kill Hitler at the earliest available opportunity. Beaurocrats claim this is so we can “get it out of our system” but I theorize it was instituted purely to thin out the excess of clone-Hitlers grown during the Silver Age. I took care of this…

FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU

 56 inches?! 56! Really? I guess I’ve been deluding myself about our bra size. No wonder store bought bras don’t fit. No wonder I can’t find a men’s vest that fits. Ugh! Do you know what that means we should be wearing? It means we should be wearing a 46J!! Fuuuuuuuuuuu Some days I just want to tear them off. -D

The phrase “my hovercraft is full of eels” is often mentioned in relation to any translation system, in particular ones which translate poorly. … Hovercraft, all of my “translation system, the poor eel,” is associated with the number of complete translations. http://www.translationparty.com/#7683099 -D ETA Spam makers Hormel, while never happy with the use of the word spam for junk email, have been supportive of Monty Python and their sketch. … Use Sapotomontipaison Wadosupamu Supamumekahomeru Suketchisupamu…

Meals in the Household

I feel like the flist could use some levity, so I’m going to share this anecdote. When we were a kid our parents often complained of how picky an eater we were. In actuality, we both have fairly broad tastes, the problem, even before we knew consciously we were separate, was agreeing on what to eat. To demonstrate, consider the conversation below, which happened only moments ago. I want to emphasize that this happened pretty…