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.

Witticism

So is it true? Some people are just naturally witty? Sure, I believe that's entirely possible. It's also possible that you can learn it over time. Learn to be faster, funnier, and eventually you can even have your own catch phrase. Of course, without a television show to popularize it, your catch phrase may just stay in your little group of friends. Chances are it'll work with them, they'll use it somewhere, and next you'll find your catch phrase being used somewhere else and you'll tell people emphatically that "I invented this!" and they'll just nod and say "Yeah?" cause everyone says that, but no one really cares about it.

I had initially written a much better intro piece than that. The problem lying in the fact that I do my best writing when in the shower or trying to fall asleep at night. ...sometimes when I'm completely bored going somewhere, like on a car ride, or doing military stuff, but the main point is I do lots of my writing in my head, where they just don't have a device to collect it and push it out to the mainstream. (Shut up, you Twitters...I'm not talking about 140 character blurbs that describe pretty much nothing but the base details) I actually find it hard to limit myself to that little characters. I used to write epic emails when I had a job to people at work who would piss me off, and I was able to blend subtlety and insult so well that you couldn't exactly be sure where it was aimed, or if what I just said was actually an insult to you, or just a base generalization. My boss used to tell me he was going to put a limiter on my keyboard, so that any emails over 50 words would just automatically send after that.

Sometimes having a job was a good thing. Other times, being a jobless bum has it's advantages. It's after noon already today, and I'm sitting here in just my shorts typing on the computer listening to my dog gnawing on a rawhide. Doesn't change the boredom factor though. Yeah, lets admit it. Without structure, life can be pretty boring. I spend too much time sleeping, and just phasing out watching movies. That's got to change. With a move coming up though, one that will move me out of state, (No, not the state of Denial) it's hard to figure out just what kind of little job to get, one that I can leave in 3 months or so...just because. I wouldn't complain about the extra money though. It's also an issue of...what do I want to do? What do I want to do to make money? That's always been one of those issues that never really gets answered, or if it does, it's completely ridiculous. Then you go out and find someone who has a ridiculous job...and all you can think of is, "Why can't I find something like that?"

So. Here's to the start of what is actually my 3rd blog. My 1st was a tremendous hit, and my second was very short lived, and I'll admit, a bit chaotic. Funny though. In my eyes. Since it's my blog, that's all that counts.
Hoping I'll continue more posts in the future...here's looking at you, Kid.