Story of My Life

There are so many things I should be doing today. I’m overdue to produce episode #10 of The Low Carb Lifestyle Podcast, and I need to work on my cosplay helmet if I’m going to wear it at the con on Saturday, and there’s always work to do for the LSM website, and on and on.

Instead, I’m feeling mighty tired this evening, which is translating into bored and depressed. This is also causing me to consciously fight to stay out of the kitchen. I really, *really* want to make myself another bowl of macaroni, or at least munch on my yummy new organic breakfast cereal. But I won’t. I really won’t.

I’m going to chalk today up to a.) working on real brainpower-type stuff at work for the past few weeks, and b.) having my happy womanly time. I’m just going to let today go. Tomorrow has the potential to be just as productive as today should have been, even though Aaron will be home on vacation.

I hate these kinds of days, though. Meh.

Maybe This Is Mean…

I noticed that I’ve been having a lot of hits to one of my older entries lately, and that these hits have all been coming from a particular messageboard. As I am unable to sign up on this messageboard, for some reason or another, I can’t see whether or not they’re simply linking to the image there or actually displaying it, using my bandwidth. Either way, I suppose it’s cool that I’m getting traffic… except that my stats also show that they read my page of internet funnies, and promptly leave again.

Thing is, I can’t afford to host several instances of this 1MB animated gif *and* my podcast. Well, maybe I can, but it’s the principle of the thing. So, I renamed the image I’m sure they’re probably linking to. I’ve done this before, repeatedly, as someone on a completely separate poker forum insists on direct linking this image as his avatar.

What’s so mean about this?

I then uploaded goatse under the old filename.

Ain’t I a stinker?

Lost Forever

I just spent 20 minutes writing a long, elaborate entry about my own self-worth and my varied interests and so on and so forth.

Then I accidentally closed the wrong tab in my browser before I hit Submit.

Maybe it’s just as well; you didn’t want to hear me ramble on about my inner mental crap, anyway. I’ll just say that I feel like a jack-of-all-trades, and leave it at that. Maybe I’ll be inspired to write about it again some other time.

Willpower

There are many things I should be doing.

But I can’t seem to ignore the siren call of Civ IV.

That ho-smack Isabella is just begging for another ass-whoopin’. That, and I really just want to kick some computer tail. I’m tired of Time Victories and Space Race Victories and Diplomatic Victories. I want a Conquest Victory. I want to win because I’m a bad muthafucka, not just because I can get everybody to vote for me as Class President.

Not gonna happen, but kicking ass (or attempting to kick some ass) is still fun.