My software got an update, but my brain did not. Please forgive me while I adjust.

Yeah, the new WordPress update is going to take some getting used to. So, in the mean time, I’ll just post a bunch of post that someone else made.

Last night, I got into a weird mood and wanted to listen to old Radiohead.

Until I realized that this song came out in 1995. Then I stopped listening to Radiohead because it made me feel old.

Also, this came out yesterday (I think):

Yeah. I’m not a huge Superman fanboy or anything, but that looks pretty badass. Maybe it is because that both of his dads were Robin Hood. He really should have grown up to be Green Arrow. I’m just saying, dude. Maybe it is the tights. Whatever. I’m over thinking this.

Yesterday, the cable guy came and ran cable into my office. It wasn’t nearly as exciting or sexy as you had hoped it would be. Nothing about a friend who had just come by to use the shower or anything. That’s why the call him, he is expert. After he split, I finished using up the crap ton of peppers in the fridge. The first round (hopefully, the only round) of hot sauce prep is complete. Now we wait. What are we waiting for? For the hot sauce to become evil, of course. The stuff I made Sunday is already turning to the dark side. It has begun to swell and produce gas. Fermentation is awesome. And it smells hotter than before. I have six canisters of pureed peppers on the counter. I think I will name them Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, BeBop, and Rocksteady. And that leaves me rocking a bathrobe and eating cheese, Master Splinter style.

After my fun with fermentation, I headed to archery. After arrows, a crew of archers came back to my house for some stew and bread. We had a new girl with us, and, I kid you not, her nickname in Japan translates to “the Cosmos”.

The Cosmos.

I think that the Rev. Dark Wombat wanted to feel the Cosmos, if you know what I mean.

I was going to Photoshop his head onto the schoolgirl’s body, but I’m lazy.

And apparently, the ooze has started making me mutate. Yesterday, I had a painful zit on the back of each of my ears. What the crap?! They were the painful kind, underground style. And on the back of my ears, so I got no leverage to pop them. When, I finally outsmarted them, they turned out to be the explodey kind that shot pus and blood everywhere. I think by popping my pustules, I am spreading the mutagen to the rest of my head. Screw being Master Splinter, I’ll take being Usagi Yojimbo any day over the rat.

Also, Deinonychus keeps churning out the hits.

And last night, I had a dream that I introduced J.K. Rowling to the Harry Potter series of books. She’d never read them. And then G-Man and I watched a Razorbacks game with her. Fucking weird dream. And kind of depressing.

Alright, I need to go stir the ooze before it out grows its containers. Have a great day (with sushi). More soon. ~SC