Daily Disgruntled View, 9/5

Work... sucks... Dishes... piled... Seriously, I just washed dishes for a fucking hour and a half, that's the kitchen cavern I'd built for myself working the last four or five days. Anyone who knows me well knows that dishes are the bane of my existence, and that I will go out of my way to eat self-contained food or craft some sort of edible food container—all to avoid having to wash a fucking dish. Fucking. This is going to be one of those, sorry. Seriously, this was a problem when I lived alone—when I moved out of the little studio apartment I'd had for several years, the kitchen was in such a state that I just threw everything away. Years worth of dishes. I rinse them thoroughly to prevent the bugs (which works, thanks—I am a self-acknowledged slob but I'm not dirty)... but then I leave them to die. It's a problem. Fucking. Seriously.

• I can't decide whether the "A city built on rock n' roll would be structurally unsound" t-shirt is fucking brilliant or offensive to my Starship-laced 80s musical upbringing. Little irreverent emo fuckers... and their awesome shirts. Sigh. (Wait, but wtf is this one?? I can't condone T-Rexes who put up with the antics of meat men. Arg, and I hate crap like this. The tuxedo shirt, etc. Have always been against this. Grouch grouch grouch.)


• Learn some difficult words already. Go vocabulary!


• In a strange yet somehow endearing move, GIzmodo honored dead Steve Irwin by posting about crocodile gadgets.


• And I kinda want this: sofa/bunk beds thingummy


• Ando is cool. So is this green screen currently obscuring his new project for the next three years.

Peace out, fools. Marconi plays the mamba.