Archive | December 2008

My Life in Hell: 3

Oops, I didn’t post this on Friday like I planned. I was out with friends and drinking too many White Russians, which made me forget to post, and thus, my waning memory is my life in hell. I actually had a really good thought on what my life in hell for last week would be, but it is now gone because I DIDN’T WRITE IT DOWN! Not even in my phone. The only recent note in there is a memo about The Swan Song. It’s a book I need to read, and will be added to the growing list.

So, what happened last week? Big Daddy’s last day was Tuesday. No, he did not quit, as they tried to force him to do. I had insomnia twice (maybe that was the topic). I missed my doctor’s appointment due to said insomnia and overslept when I didn’t have the insomnia. I’ve come to realize that Christmas is boring when there are no children around and I may stop celebrating the holiday. It just puts me in a crabby mood anyway. Bah humbug! By Friday (early morning; night of the White Russians), I reached 30,000 words after a week and a half of writing. Ridiculous, isn’t it? I’ve shocked myself. If this keeps up, I may have this thing done by early February. Now, I just need to throw in a few plot-twists. Oh, and a stronger plot… period. Even still, it’s readable, entertaining, and a very good idea. A nice little rough draft.

I found another classic Life in Hell strip:

Obviously by the date, one can see this was before the films Dawn of the Dead and 28 Days Later, where zombies can freakin’ run. Who’s idea was this anyway? ZOMBIES ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO RUN! Okay, the latter film wasn’t really a zombie flick by definition of the term, but still, creepy as hell. Loved the second one, too, and waiting on the third.

With that, I’ll leave the zombies to bite at your flesh whilst I run, run away. AHAHAHAHAHA!

I know, I’m a dork. =p


And Finally… Last Sunday of the Multi-colored Shots

Yes, I said “multi-colored shots.” In other words, the colors of the rainbow! Sweet! =D

My friend, Miss D, aka the Dirty Deigo, was celebrating her birthday last Sunday, even though it’s not until the end of the month. LOL Her work friends could only get together this night, so off to the Library in downtown Tempe we went.

This is the Dirty Deigo:

Ain’t she cute? I didn’t even have to adjust the picture. We have silly nicknames because we share the same name. Actually, there are four of us who share the same name. I didn’t come up with Dirty Deigo (that would be the Dirty Russian’s idea), but I am a greasy Italian (ok, that just doesn’t sound good), too. I think I’ll stick with Jinx.

Shots the color of the rainbow: red-headed slut, lemon drop, not sure what the blue one was, and some purple concoction that I think may have been a Purple Hooter, but I could be wrong as it’s been like forever since I had one.

They ended the night with Jameson–blech! I had to drive home. This fun time spread over several hours, like 8 or 9. Wow! I didn’t realize that until just now. FUN!

Here’s another pic:

Dirty Deigo’s work buddy, Jimmy, Dirty Deigo, and the guy in the hat, Hayden, is a freakin’ riot! Both of these guys were very entertaining. Now, if only I had pictures of Hayden trying to fight Big Daddy the other night, his 5’8″ frame to Big Daddy’s 6’5″. Hee-lar-i-ous!

Disclaimer: If you choose to have your photo taken by me, you give me rights to post it where ever I please. =)

And now, back to my WIP.

My Life In Hell: 2

Okay, this is one of my favs from this comic strip. I hope Matt Groening doesn’t get pissed at me for this. Say the word, Matt, and I’ll take them down!

This one is fitting because of what Big Daddy does for a living, and what I used to do. Life skills. Some family values. Right.

My hellish life for this week is: BIG DADDY GOT FIRED! Well, technically they’re trying to force him to quit. I think his last day is Tuesday.

These are the same jerkwads who fired me while I was on sick leave and all drugged up.

Stated by owner: “We’re going to need a letter of resignation from you or we’ll have to let you go.” Really? REALLY?

Stated by other owner: “We’re NOT going to pay unemployment…” BUA HA HA HA!

Not only did they fire Big Daddy, but they also let a friend go who had already given notice. She and her hubby are moving to Califoria anyway on the 1st. The owners’ feeble minds believe there was some sort of conspiracy against them. Can you say paranoid? Now they’re down to four people with a growing client list. Idiots. And at least two or three (what goes around, comes around) of these four people will throw anybody under the bus to stay in the good graces of the owners. Fellas, people talk, they complain about their jobs or certain aspects of their jobs. It’s inherent in their nature. You can’t stop it. There was no intent of sabotage or the like. You’ve lost five good people because someone’s kissing your ass.

God, I hate stupid people.

New Toy

My Christmas present from The Director. He so rocks!

The Angel of Death from Hell Boy II


It was wrapped in Taiwanese newspaper. He’s trying to be green.

By the way…

I have a new tattoo…

Nuthin’ like some Shakespeare on the side of your neck! And before you ask: no, it really didn’t hurt all that much. I am not kidding. You should try it. =p

The reason: I am writing an article on literary influences in tattoos and will be interviewing my tattoo artist, Wookie, and I just decided that I wanted one, too. As for the reason it is on my neck: well, I just couldn’t think of where else to place the damn thing. The article will appear in the March 2009 edition of Forever Nocturne e-zine. If you know Shakespeare, you’ll understand why.

I almost forgot: Big Daddy’s birthday surprise was some detail work on one of his many tattoos, and surprised he was! Yay me!