The Hellbound Heart

I would like to start today's musing by saying that it is my belief that I just chugged some coke from a glass I think a dirty puggle was drinking from. It is absolutely deplorable. It is like sweaty fat men are having a poo fight in my mouth. The only compassion I can draw is to having a swig of beer out of a can that some d-bag has used as an ashtray at a party. With that image in mind, we can now return to the bloggy goodness.

Have you ever just found yourself slightly bored? Not like a life crushing, sick of it all boredom. Just just a mid-line, don't know what to do with yourself kind of boredom? I own a ton of videogames, everyone seems to bore me today. I have stacks of book, I could care less. If anyone stumbles upon this meek lil blog please leave some suggestions for games, books, or even masturbatory techniques. I feel like playing games, but I don't want to go drop the money for a new one. I know it would be an afternoon of good times, but then I would drop it and be out $60. (damn, when did games so expensive.) I really need suggestions for books. I usually read political or historical non-fiction, but I got the jonsen' for a story. I love any type of horror, so if anyone knows anything good let me know. I have read almost all of Stephen King's books, they are good but not what I call scary. H.P. Lovecraft seems more up my ally. If anyone out there has read Brahm Stroker's Dracula, I am wondering if it is a good read?

My wife is bored, she is asleep. She is mad cause I am boring. If only she could get into the gaming. I imagine the day we slaughter covenant hand in hand, freeing the galaxy of all things flood related. Like most dreams, this will never happen. I will have to dream more realistically, like dreams of bottles of Jaugermeister, more tattoo's or Internet porn. All these things are at least obtainable.

A I whine/type I see that my fish tank could use a cleaning. This would fix everything. No more boredom and productivity, sounds like a win win to me. I also know that this will not happen. Why must productivity be accompanied by work? It would be much easier if these were not in direct correlation to one another.

One of my newly acquired kinfolk told me that when I blog it is like I am a kid on Ritalin. She also said that this is not like the me in the person. She needs to get to know me I guess. Isn't it possible to be both quiet and weird? mmmmmmm Ritalin. We used to pull lines of that off the lunch table in school. Good times, good times.

I have always wondered why I can write to no end, but talking holds little interest to me. My guess is that a reader can stop reading at anytime. A listener must (often socially awkwardly) excuse themselves from a conversation. Perhaps writing is my form of empathy. I feel for people who try and follow these tangents, so by writing it, I give them the excuse to slowly back away and not feel bad.

If anyone here has yet to discover the awesomeness, may I suggest a visit to http://www.fark.com/. A great collection of news from around the world. Politics, showbiz, real biz, videogames, a lil bit of everything and enough flame wars to keep you p all night arguing on the interwebs. This sight is kind of my obsession. I always have the laptop up when my wife watches tv, and I can go check for updates about every fifteen minutes to help keep my mind sharp. I have probably been there 3 or 4 times during the writing of this, what can I say, it is a slow day.

I have found the answer, beer fixes all. Time for a drink, and maybe think about something relevant to put on here.



In Love and Rage,

Fluffy