Dear 6 Readers

Posting has been delayed here due to the fact notalot has happened.
Posts will follow when something interesting actually happens.

Until then, if you wish, you may browse archives (and feel free to comment) or follow my lame reblogging and lame original posts on my not-yet-blocked-at-work Tumblr.

Thank you.
Sincerely,
Mac

Afternoon Diversion

I played with colored sand.

And you can too!

So, I see I'll be working until I'm 93, now.

Boy, all this financial trouble sure sounds bad. It's really a good thing I'll only be marginally affected--wait, what is that you say? Goldman Sachs?!?

Shit, you here that screaming whoooshing sound? Yeah, that's the sound of my 401K dropping into an abyss!

Mother-fucker!

Well, let's hope the Sach sacks-up; because, if I have to live much more frugally, I'll be eating dirt and drinking my own pee.

Whiskey and Wage-release*

Drinking fist-fulls of Jameson and paying bills online is probably not the best of combinations, but it takes a bit of the pain out of it.

*"Wage-release" is the new hep way of saying, "paying bills."

Actually, it isn't, but I think it should be the new way. Please start blogging it this way, and linking back to this post: this might gain my some micro-cewebrity LOL.

(and, yes, I'm re-posting this to my Tumblr to expand my Internet-cred... Bah!)

Yeah, what he said.

Even if you're feeling negative, at least you feel something at all, right?

Or, we could go back to here.

Aw, just feeling a bit tipsy and moody, move along, nothing to see here...

If the clothes make the man

I just walked by a large mirror in my apartment, and made the mistake of looking into it, at what I am wearing:

• my old, large black lounging-around-not-leaving-the apartment glasses
• a spring/summer black robe covered in cat hair (thank you, Lilly)
• Guinness string sleepwear pants (again, with the cat hair)
• no socks
• blue slippers that are falling apart
• and a white t-shirt with a hole in the collar, with picture of a green iguana crawling across a print of a pocket (bought over a decade ago in some Salvation Army Store)

Apparently, I have given up all hope.