A Battle For The Ages

I am, quite frankly, too lazy to post anything significant.
In lieu of a pointless breakdown of the minutiae of my day, please accept the following video featuring a dramatic battle between Jon Mikl Thor - Legendary Rock Warrior - and the Prince of Darkness himself, Ozzy Osbourne Satan!



(This bit of cinematic artistry comes to us from the 1987 classic film Rock -n- Roll Nightmare, a movie that was inexplicably overlooked by the Academy)

M-O-O-N, That Spells Long, Lazy Sunday

It was yet another long weekend at work, spending all day Saturday sitting out on the desk alone, and, even worse, spending most of the day on Thursday and Friday not at the desk alone (having the intern for company is worse than having no company).
Still, Saturday was the worst, as it was a bad day that actually started on Friday night.
I went to bed at the usual (ridiculously – and, apparently, offensively – early) time, and soon fell asleep, only to wake up about two hours later. I managed to doze for about an hour before coming fully awake again and unable to get to sleep because I was absolutely starving.
So I got up, had a sandwich, watched some TV, then went back to bed.
I was awoken again around 3 AM by an enormously painful cramp in my left leg.
I get them every so often, but I can usually manage to get up and walk it off before it gets too painful.
Not this time.
I hopped out of bed and slowly and painfully forced my leg to straighten and my heel to press against the floor.
Sometime after that I managed to dose off again.
I felt less than rested when my iPod alarm went off, and was in no mood to hear Shirley Manson going on and on about how she thought I was special. Well that was your mistake, wasn’t in Shirley?
Anyway, on the drive in to work I was doing my damnedest to avoid getting stuck behind a slow-moving dump truck. My efforts caught the attention of a cop who decided to pull me over.
Luckily I managed to flirt my way out of it – or something. I have no idea why, but he opted not to give me a ticket and let me go with a warning. I’m thinking it’s the new do – all close-cropped and fascist-looking.
Still, it did delay me, particularly given that I was on my best behavior for the rest of the drive.
I barely had enough time to stop at the convenience store to get a much-needed energy drink.
Some creepy jackass with a guitar sitting there begging attempted to accost me, but I completely ignored him.
Later, Scott told me that when he stopped there before work guitar boy asked him for a ride to the Reston Medical Center – which is just a short walk down the road from where he was – but Scott cited needing to get to work.
Inside, he said, some lady was complaining to the cashier about him, but the cashier said there was nothing he could say.
Personally, I’m surprised that the crabby little Asian cashier wasn’t out there yelling at him.
“You go now! You bother my customers!”
On Thursday I decided to stop at the comic shop on the way home, which meant driving home on Route 7. It was a nightmare that reminded me why I always take the Greenway on Thursday and Friday nights, even though it’s so damned expensive.
Today I did probably even less than I usually do on Sunday. Despite getting nine hours of sleep, I was still tired, so I ended up taking a nap, then I spent the rest of the day watching some DVDs and occasionally tuning in to Stephen King’s The Stand on Sci-Fi Channel. I’ve watched bits and pieces of it over the years, and today I finally caught all of the other bits and pieces, so I’ve pretty much seen it in its entirety now.
Tomorrow I’m getting some easy OT via a one day Microsoft Visio class.
And right now I’m bringing this entry to a close.

Too Lazy

Too lazy to post a real entry.
I had Intro to Flash today. Interesting subject, but the teacher leaves much to be desired.
Scott and I had lunch over at the buffet at the grocery store across the street.
When I got home I watched a romantic comedy I'd recorded the other night.
(I recorded it ecause it was a romantic comedy with lesbians. Hot, movie-style lipstick lesbians, not the stocky, ditch-digging, flannel-wearing, be-mulleted variety of lesbians I've known in real life. Having lesbians in it is pretty much the only way to get me to watch a romantic comedy.)
It was cute, though not terribly steamy in the lesbian department.
(Though they were both hot, and, as mentioned, not even remotely like any lesbians I've known in real life, but to be fair they were also very much unlike any straight women I've known in real life.)
The movie was Imagine Me and You, for those of you wondering. I found it interesting in that it had Lena Headey (from 300) in it, as well as Anthony Head, who played Giles on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
(He had several great lines, including this one in answer to the quesion of how long he'd been married: Thirty years. If I'd killed her when I first thought about it, I'd be out already. A free man.)
And that was my day.
And that was my half-assed blog entry about it.