A tiny part of me just died inside.
I weep for the future of humanity. (Watch the first one.)
The years of preparing and laughing at horrible entertainment… the practice runs with MST3K… the $1 DVDs… all wasted. I actually found something that hurts me so very fundamentally. How this could have escaped my attention for three years is almost absurdly impossible, and yet, the Japanese did it… if only they had kept it hidden from me longer. I have finally met my match with pain thresholds. You win, Toei… you win.
I shall now have to find these episodes and condition myself like a figure skater for the Olympics… have my boyfriend club my new nemesis in the shins and run like hell. If I survive, I’ll have tales of my horrors for years. If I die, tell Nazlan I love her and that she gets my Oingo Boingo CDs.
Hey everybody! How’s it going?
I’ve been at the new job now for a little over two weeks. “Fancylad Entertainment” has kept me busy and shown me whole new ways of Microsoft software crapping all over itself and making people’s lives miserable. It’s amazing! The best part is, as long as I insist on torturing myself with Windows support, I will ALWAYS have a job!
Other than that, it’s been enjoyable for the most part. The Church of Opryology is something that inspires and overwhelms the inner Capitalist. It’s an amazing and incredible cash cow, a living and breathing hectare engulfing monster that can consume the very soul of Benjamin Franklin. I’d never been in the digs of the place until I started there, and it’s overwhelming to say the least. Needless to say, despite my respect for such money making ventures, it’s sheer existence sits and mocks my simple and humble requirements for living and happiness. Honestly, I pee a little every time I have to walk through the giant indoor arboritums. Although many people seem to love the place, and I can see why they would, my inner practical man screams in horror at the monkey strong bowels of the site that are wrapped in the opulence of buffalo…
…dung.
Most of the rest of life has ground to a halt for the time being until I get my bearings and balance things again. I shall post an update to the restoration work eventually. The rest of the stuff? It’s catch as I can.
Anyway, it’s late and sleep beckons. Hopefully more this weekend if PGSM doesn’t leave me a dried shell of flesh and two tiny black holes where my brain and soul once existed. Be strong and fear for my safety.
