I did not want to go to work today. Gan has a four day weekend and was doing the whole "I'm-cute-as-hell-why-not-stay-home-with-me" thing this morning. If I hadn't started the car and left it running to melt its ice coffin, I probably would have caved. So now, I'm at work but my mind keeps trying to leave and rush home. Bad brain. Naughty, naughty brain.

A week ago I decided I was going to cut back on my diet pepsi consumption. I have tried this in the past but it always messes with my gastro-intestinal, digestive plumbing so I always fail. Anyway, to celebrate my cutting back, this morning I bought myself a big ol' 44 oz diet pepsi and fell right off that bumpy, uncomfortable, pious wagon and landed right back in the gutter. Only the carbonation or something was off and the whole thing taste like it was made with used, gas station bathroom water instead. I know, ew right? But am I drinking it anyway? Damn straight I am. (and people ask me why I don't drink alcohol)

I have decided that I am going to try and double my efforts on my editing of the book. No more for this willy nilly bull berries. It's time to get serious. Or at least, it's time to say a bunch of motivational stuff until I get distracted by a new web site that combines both photos of baby goats and baby walruses...es...es. (Wal-r-eye?) Oh yes! It's editing time! Right... after... I finish... this ... blog entry?

*takes big slurp of icky diet pepsi*

In other news, I saw the picture above (see above) and started thinking about death and video games. Yes again. And it got me a wondering... I wonder if Death gets challenged to Guitar Hero a lot now-a-days. And subsequently, I wonder how good he is at it. I figure after the first 100 or so slackers, he probably got pretty good at it. Customized outfits and shit. It would make for an interesting Bergman movie. That is if Bill and Ted hadn't already done it.

Gan and I skipped icy roads and LEGION last night and schnuggled on the couch watching SERENITY instead. Legion just didn't sound good enough to brave the roads and since we watched SLITHER, I've been wanting more Nathan Fillion. Then again, what sexually confused red blooded American boy doesn't? *blink* Anyway, Serenity was awesome for the 35th time. Yes, it still holds up.

Right. I've got to get running. (Gan is on her way downtown for some food.) More later.

Oh and nothing but love to Mr. Shyaporn who continues to make with the funny.