attack of the sillies
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caustic snark

September 30th, 2012

Guy on Eureka: “How’s he holding up?”
me: “With his skeleton.”
Chris: *gives me a look*

Yes, every show becomes another episode of MST3K with me.

blowing chunks

September 29th, 2012

(While sick with the flu) While Andrew was out yesterday, he was nice enough to get me some soup so when I could stomach it, I could sip some and see how I did.

I just now looked at the selection he’d gotten, 8 cans worth. And I doubled over laughing, my stomach hurting.

What soups do you typically buy when one is sick? Chicken noodle soup, tomato soup, something smooth and not too difficult to get up if you urp.

Andrew bought chunky beef & barley, chunky beef and vegetable, chunky clam chowder… LOL Ow, but LOL.

taunting treats

September 29th, 2012

(While sick with the flu) Andrew is an evil, evil man. He bought me the Drumstick ice cream cones I love so much. I don’t dare have one just yet.

But I know they’re in the freezer.

Taunting me.


September 28th, 2012

Jim Carrey in any acting role, ever.

Bowie’s balls

September 27th, 2012

So, it turns out that Bowie wasn’t actually playing with his balls in The Labyrinth. There was this guy named Michael bent over behind him, and fondl–okay okay, I’m done now. :D


September 27th, 2012

Chris: “The litterbox needs attention.”
Me: “Yup, I tended to that today.”
Chris: “It was starting to smell.”
Me: “I know. I did that. … Well, not THAT, but… uh… yeah, it’s clean. I’m going to shut up now. Wow.”
Chris: *cracks up*

serious names

September 22nd, 2012

I was discussing my character names with someone.
Me: “I always name my undead character Blearg.”
Friend: “Why?”
Me: “I figure that’s the sound an undead would make. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Bleearrrg!’ ‘Hmm… guess that could work.’ ‘Blearg.'”
Friend: “And thus Blearg was born.”
Me: “[This character I’m on named Wooo] was conceived much the same way.”
friend: “Oh?”
Me: “‘What’s my war cry?’ ‘Woooooo!’ ‘…Okay…’

odorous amour

September 22nd, 2012

I came across a writing prompt, “Describe the worst date you ever had,” and I couldn’t help but start cracking up as I remembered my sister describing the high school date arranged by two moms, featuring a prom suit that had hung in the same garage as some freshly caught fish…

Mr. Frump

September 21st, 2012

Andrew had never heard Weird Al’s “Mr. Frump”. I have now corrected this.

assault with batter

September 20th, 2012

The house smells of brownie mini-muffins. Andrew’s front is covered in brownie batter. I call it a success. lol