Pteranodons are not dinosaurs Who knew?
I do know, however, that pteranodon screeches practiced in the car alarm the driver.
I like having my car to myself. I almost never have my car to myself.
I regulate my mood through music. Usually kid-inappropriate music.
I also regulate my mood through chocolate and booze. Both of which are too caloric to eat/drink to levels which will functionally elevate my spirits. (Heh, booze, spirits, get it?) Not to mention, using any substance to regulate one's mood is probably a bad idea.
Thus, my mood.
I hate my job but I can't gripe about it to Mr. PPG because he gets depressed that he doesn't make enough money so that I don't have to work. (This, mind you, is (sincerely) not my intention but an inevitable result.)
Where was I going with this? I don't remember. Oh well, tomorrow is also a day filled with wet underwear.
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Jay Brannan, from the Goddamned album. As opposed to the goddamned album. Which it certainly isn't. He's coming to Portland/Seattle and a bunch of other places that aren't near me. Go see him if they're near you. Great voice. Great lyrics. Great use of rhythm for emphasis.
Nope, pterosaurs weren't dinosaurs. Neither were Dimetrodons, those sail-backed critters everyone lumps in with dinos. (They were one of those "mammal-like reptiles," last I heard, unless they reorganized the categories again. Like how some people now think Torosaurus and Triceratops may have been the same species at different stages of maturity. But I digress...)
ReplyDeleteSucks you can't just vent without someone taking it as a personal attack. (Been there, done that... am there, still doing that, actually... dang, I need a few extra jobs to get the heck outta here...)
aphou - the sound of sneezing with one's mouth full.