“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard: May 09, 2004

Friday, May 14, 2004

So yesterday I get this phone call.

It was about 3 PM, so naturally I was asleep.

Caller ID (I screen all my calls) says it's Camden Clark Memorial Hospital, so I figure it's by friend Scott, so I answer.

Caller: Hey, how's it going?

Me: Not bad, what's up?

Caller: Not much. You gonna come see me or not?

About this time, through the fog of sleep, I realize that Scott works at the other hospital. It's Macheal that works at CCMH. The caller, however sounds like scott.

Turns out it's a wrong number, but having been in the hospital a lot and knowing how deadly fucking boring it is (especially THAT fucking hospital) I talk with the guy for a few minutes. Turns out he's under the care of the same surgeon that saved my life a few years ago and he's in the very same room that I last occupied. Room 206.

He invited me to stop by. I just might.

Thing is, I allways get nervous when wild coincidences like this start up.

Add to this the fact that I made an appointment with my new surgeon the same day and you can see the tumblers falling into place for something truly strange to happen.

Anyways, I have an appiontment with my surgeon in Collumbus Ohio on June 9 at 11:15 AM. It's at that time I hope to schedule my hernia surgery and thereby send myself rocketing the rest of the way into debt. (Yay! Debt!)

I'll keep you guys posted.

By the way, work progresses on the new Lil' Zombie stuff including some new strips and our first downloadable content in the form of some wallpaper and (cross your fingers) a screen saver.

Actually, I'll probably have to do two of them. One work safe, one decidedly NOT.

Also, it looks like I may have a way to do some Lil' Zombie t-shirts. The hold up was that Cafe Press (the easiest way to do them) only does white shirts. I don't think I need to point out that Lil' Zombie readers aren't white t-shirt people. They are BLACK t-shirt people (as am I) and rather than put out a product that the readers would be less that completely satisfied with we've held off.

We may put out some other groovy stuff on Cafe Press though. Just need to talk to Zombs about it and she's been having computer problems of late.

Also, if you remember my days with the late, lamented Terribly Wrong .com you remember Maverick Rabbit. Looks like sometime in the next few days I'll have some merchandise with him on it too.

In case you're wondering, I don't see this as a big business venture. In fact, I'd imagine I'll be my own best customer, but I'll provide a link here for some of you guys to get in on it too.

Oh, I've also done a little artwork for another party that may turn into a regular thing as well. Being the whore that I am I'll have links to it here too.

I think that's it for now. Later.

Thursday, May 13, 2004

Skippy found this next article. I try not to just reprint the posts of others, but this, as you'll see, is a local issue for me.



May 13, 2004 -- WASHINGTON - Shocking shots of sexcapades involving Pfc. Lynndie England were among the hundreds of X-rated photos and videos from the Abu Ghraib prison scandal shown to lawmakers in a top-secret Capitol conference room yesterday.
"She was having sex with numerous partners. It appeared to be consensual," said a lawmaker who saw the photos.

And, videos showed the disgraced soldier - made notorious in a photo showing her holding a leash looped around an Iraqi prisoner's neck - engaged in graphic sex acts with other soldiers in front of Iraqi prisoners, Pentagon officials told NBC Nightly News.

"Almost everybody was naked all the time," another lawmaker said.

Many members of Congress left the 45-minute viewing session early, thereby missing the porno performance by England, but there were enough other images of torture, humiliation and intimidation to sicken anyone.

Full article here.

I'm so fucking proud to be a West Virginian.

Monday, May 10, 2004

A few words on driving etiquette, or, getting the fuck out of my way.

What is it with people that have to come to a complete fucking stop before they can make a turn?

I have to believe that if I can make an effortless ninety-degree turn at 40 miles per hour then a fucking veteran could at least do it without making me fucking STOP.

I don't give a goddamn how long ago the Korean war was, he was trained by the strongest military in the world, he can goddamn-jolly-well get the fuck out of my way.

Anyways, back to whatever you were doing.

A little practical advice from Rich and Chris Rock.