Working Too Much or Under Caffeinated?
Judging that my system just logged out due to inactivity, it is probably the prior rather than latter. Of course, by the time I finished that sentence, my bum had to be removed from the chair to file some stuff.
The job is getting easier, and judging that I had a lot of downtime to begin with, blogs from my old Angelfire website
"Animeflow" (Visit to see my 2002-concise, rabbit hole free web design work) are queued to be released to the safety of Google out to mid-January. I could have probably watched an episode of "Russian Doll" instead of typing this up, but the new
(November 4th) blog/journal needs to get rolling at some point.
Which brings me to the concept that behind my question. Am I putting too many hours in or am I not consuming enough caffeine to pay attention to the rest of the world? What is there to write about?
I tackled Trump's attempt to wag the dog last week. If he only had not pissed off so many of his past producers, he might have been able to pull it off. Wrestling buzz is waiting on the next big booking mistake, so I suspect we will be waiting until the Halloween for that. The way to get any indie wrestling cred is to try and piss off Jim Cornette, who is trying to start a YouTube war with far richer people, so it looks like he is grasping for relevance. My wrestling resume is not going to spark his interest despite influencers digging my tweets of late.
The wrestling brain should really focus on where Tony Khan is going to take out his wrestlers after the AEW show at the State Farm Center. The Silver Bullet just lacks the reputation that Big Al's has. If it was not his hometown, I would just assume drive to Kappa to party and stay in Bloomington.
Just hoping he knows that the I Hotel is an over-rated property. The Young Bucks cannot even host "Wrestlers on the Road Ordering Room Service" there. And that is not only because of the lack of it, or the kitchen's maintenance if Houlihan's makes an exception (in their defense, it may have improved since August 2017). The rooms are pretty small compared to your chain hotels. It is in the middle of nowhere otherwise with Scotty's Brewhouse probably being the closest bar. Since their show is December 4th, it is probably a safe bet that it will be too cold to walk to campus.
As for my absurd brain, the 20 somethings are too busy with rubber band shooting and accidental haircuts to come up with stuff I can rant about. This is the type of attitude that makes me think that I should suggest my girlfriend apply. Surely she could crochet and follow the paper work provided accordingly. We are not relative yet.
This ended up being an excellent spot to transition to the only thing clever that I have come up with this week. It is my latest way to obtain cats for my household.
Would I be breaking the two cat lease limit if I was to form a kitty-centipede? Is it wrong to even consider this idea, even if I promise to let my girlfriend's cat be the mouth? And you need not worry about Eva, she is still cat one. The kitty-pede would be two.
Would it be inhumane? My coworkers suggested that I would be doing cats needing adoption a huge favor. Also, cats lick their own butts. Would being attached to one be that different? Larger cats like Bengals, Savannahs and Servals are hard to come by. This would be one I can cuddle like a body pillow.
Now my idea has officially gotten creepy. It is not just for creating a domesticated creature(s) to spoon with. It is the thought that anime fans and their girly body pillows might throw a creepy kawaii mask on the kitty-pede to have a cat girl.
And I thought the biggest problem with the idea was whether or not the mouth cat would be willing to lick the bum of the ass cat. It was a more inspiring dilemma to deal as I was asking my girlfriend's cat to sing along with me. Too bad Weird Al already covered Huey Lewis and the News's "I Wanna a New Drug". That prevents me from wanting to write anymore than the hook of "I Wanna New Butt."
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