Moving.

I'm moving to tumblr instead.
http://unkamatt.tumblr.com/
There's the link. If you're following, you can follow there...be prepared to see these posts repeated there first though.

I'll have this address up til the end of the year.

Wed Oct 27 - Sun Oct 31 I will be out at various bars, in costume, trying to win contests. Cash, trips, and a years worth of whiskey.
Go me!

I'm wondering on the validity of opening a drive through Strip club. Pull up to window, insert dollar(s), see boobies. Drive off.
Genius!

Edit: I worked out more on this idea.
I call it "Matt's Strip and Go".
It'll be set up like a car wash. Pull up, show ID to bouncer. Pay entrance fee, put car in Neutral, get pulled through. Watch dancers dance with your windows open to give dollars. Each dancer has a number. At the end you can request say, Dancer # 5 for a Seat Dance (I'm changing Lap dance to this, since you'll be in your car seat). Drive away when done. Easy.

And if I have black girl dancers, they'll have to have unique names like "Little 40" and "Shasata YaHootie"
Edit: Maybe I should put it behind my bar, and call it "Matt's Stop and Strip...and Stay?"
People could call it "Matt'ssss"

You know, I've never figured out who that " -ED " guy is that comments on every comic book, ever. Also, he has his fingers in webcomics too. Get a life, Ed!

I should quit that kind of stuff. Now I have Styx in my head. Fortunately the track changed to "Mr. Roboto", but I fail to see how that corresponds with taking a shower.

Is it weird that I decided "Come Sail Away" is good theme music for pooping?


edit: "Come sail away with me" has new meaning now.

Surgery on the morrow. It's going to slice into my right hand and insert a screw to pull the bones together.
Fortunately, the bone will grow over it in the near future, and make it just as solid as before.
Which is both good and bad, because if someone ever asks me in the future if I have a screw loose, I won't be able to tell them "Why, probably. Thanks for asking."

Moving sucks. I have too much junk.
...and I'm too attached.

Ha!

I always forget I have blogs.
Turns out I can't really write unless it's quiet around me. Otherwise I get distracted. Well, I get distracted easily apparently.
Worst part is writing or thinking of things I want to write and then forgetting to put them down.
Oh well.

I should turn to just doing one liner posts or something, as it happens, and skip waiting until I can write a long diatribe and then post it.
So...

I'll attempt. Not promising anything though.