I have a blog

yay. (like)
I also have a facebook account. (unlike)
I stopped liking it.
heh, silly facebook.

anywho, The Admirals won, woooo! that's the minor league hockey team of Milwaukee and they scored with under a minute left in sudden death overtime. We had an excellent view of the game winner which more than made up for both of the Ad's other goals being scored at the far end of the rink. It was an altogether excellent home opener and I'm glad hockey season is back.

Also, I would like to know what is up with the almost overwhelming impulse to tell someone - anyone or everyone- when you are in pain. How is that helpful? It's not, that's how. Yet still it is always there (at least for me... but I think I am not the only one) urging, pressing, begging me to say something to whoever I'm talking to.
"Hey, my back hurts. I know that's irrelevant since you are not asking me to pick up something heavy. Also I am aware that you cannot make it stop hurting. Just file it under 'B' please."

so file this post under "at least it's something" and we'll see if I can get back into this thing.

Well, in an awesome display of self-restraint, I have refrained from posting any more election related crap. Nothing to do with laziness or lack of inspiration. Seriously.
Now that the day of doom has finally arrived, I can clean up that sidebar and get back to neglecting to post for the usual reasons.

Meanwhile, I give you: miniguns.
That's right, miniguns. From helicopters of course. Have I ever mentioned that miniguns make me go all teary-eyed? If you can watch that clip just once, I think there's something missing from your soul.

Also I've arbitrarily decided that all future posts must have a minimum of three labels, using only those that have already been created. Good thing "mislabeled posts" is one.

HOLD THE PRESS

We're moving to Alaska!!

Spider hunting

Okay, so I'm not one of those people (girls?) who sees a spider and starts FREAKING out. I'm not. But I'm definitely not above a shiver and a start if I'm alone when I encounter one in my living space. And since I'm living in the basement, well, there are spiders.

This is not that big of a deal to me... mainly because you rarely see them when the lights are on, they come out when it's dark. But the other night I got bit by one of the @#$%s. And that made me really really mad. So I've been spider hunting in my free time. I find those vaccum hoses are good for sucking out all the nooks and crannies and between all the books (my room is a library with 3 full walls of bookcases, ceiling to floor). So far my known death count is up to 6. I also discovered that taking out the ceiling tiles and vaccuming above is where most of their homes are. God only knows how many spider homes I've destroyed without a trace.

Did they actually think they could feast upon my flesh while I'm sleeping without retaliation? Aww, HELL no. It's ON.