The Mad Professor

Managed to crawl out of bed at 7:30 pm. Apparently even when I give them permission to go in the pantry and fridge, the dogs will not feed themselves.

I've been listening almost non-stop to my iRiver and I'm just loving the twisted shit. I've always had a special place in my heart for Beck, and some of the more abstract stuff out there.

Today, for the first time, I'm finding Insane Clown Posse not just entertaining, but downright amusing. "Mad Professor" is funny as hell! I could never get past their costumes (remember their "murdered" costumes for the music awards a few years ago?).

Just in case anyone is wondering. It's true, vandalist isn't a word (and I knew that,.. it just came out), but it's going to be: There are over 2200 matches on Google. I was sick, under the influence, etc. Cut a brother some slack. Sheesh!

I am dying to make up a batch of homebrew. It's been several years since I've done this. I'm not sure if I even remember how. I do know that if I'm going to do it again, I'm going to use a keg. Bottling 5 gallons of beer kinda sucks. I guess if I use champagne bottles, it wouldn't be too bad though.

While others are having dreams about Gwen & Britney, I had a dream about sitting around a table with two of my mechanic cousins, replacing all the main and rod bearings on some monster race motor while chatting up some waifish hottie (my favorite kind!). Not just any waifish hottie, but someone with whom there was MAJOR knee-knocking, butterfly, perma-boner chemistry (in the dream, nobody I know in real life).

Just as I tighten up the last connecting rod bolt and go to put my hand on her back to guide her back to my room, some hideous looking hunchback midget reminiscent of Golumn informs that the refresh failed, backups didn't happen, and I'm going to be spending the next 12 hours rebuilding development and test databases. I look up, and one of my cousins is already whisking away the hottie.

I'm not big into dream analysis, but do believe that your brain is trying to resolve stuff while you sleep. Considering I don't know who the girl is, haven't built a race motor in 10 years, haven't seen my cousin (for more than 20 minutes) in just as long, and work has actually been kind of slow these past few weeks; I have no friggin' clue what this means.

I'm sick, tired, and beginning to ramble. Time to go back to bed.

vueaskew: Don't be vandalating my blog!