Quite out of character, I got out of bed at 6am for no reason other than that my jerky cat woke me up with an attempt to sleep on my head. After pounding some coffee back and drying off my tongue with half a bagel, I got into work around 8am which baffled the usual early starters.

By 11am I was horny as all fuck for a sushi lunch and skipped the split pea soup I had made from scratch. Mid afternoon found me in the type of energy slump that comes from fast forwarding a day without reason or banking any sleep beforehand and I found myself working on a tall can of sugar-free Full Throttle energy drink which managed to keep me alert but also left me with a twitching left arm, even as I type now 7 hours later.

A quick dinner found its way into my stomach before I sat myself in front of x-men 3 which was pretty boring considering how much I liked x2. Now I'm sitting in my underwear at my desk bored, wondering how my uneventful day is now worthwhile of a blog post.

It's too loud. I'm too old. This blog is going into hibernation.

Remember when this blog used to be good?

Yeah, me neither.

I got to play with the new macbook this weekend and found it very impressive. Screen and keyboard are much better than expected and it's sexy as all fuck.

If I could dig up the cash money, I'd get one just so I could cyber with other camwhores from bed all night long.

Youtube is totally awesome

Second hottest thing I've seen all year

Watercooler rumors have been replaced in the modern age with the electronic whispers of instant messaging where reputations are ruined without tongues ever having had to wag. Still, they are almost impossible to trace to the source and denials fall on deaf ears more concerned with titillation than truths.

It seems the word going around is that I'm actually a nice guy under all the sexual harassment and inappropriate workplace behavior.

Lies. All lies.

Flea implores fans not to download the latest Chili Peppers album, citing that the poor sound quality of these rips will break the hearts of the band seeing how hard they worked to make it sound absolutely perfect.

While I'd love to believe it, I paid for Californication which turned out to be one of the most poorly mastered albums I've ever heard, full of clipping and distortion right off the disc. Would it be that hard just to say he wants the cash?

addendum: I stole a copy off the internet and the mastering is way better than the last two albums. It's still not Blood Sugar Sex Magik good, but not much is really. If the songs are actually good, I'll pay.

Due to a recent condition with my heart, I've been trying vegetarian meat substitutes in the form of chick'n patties and soy based hot dogs.

I'm told there are better versions of the ones I've been trying, but so far they've gotten reasonably close with the texture of fake meat to the point that it's at least as good as the low grade meat served in schools and institutions.

While movies like Hustle & Flow illustrate that pimpin' ain't easy, there seems to be a certain lack of attention on how whorin' ain't no cakewalk either.

It seems there's just not enough of me to go around these days.