Everyone comes to the Freak Show, to laugh at the Freaks and the Geeks

Late-night ramblings...some self-referential, some to specific people, some to random people who will never see them.
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Sometimes, you just know the next thing you hear is NOT gonna be what you want to hear...nor are the next several things. Sometimes you gotta tough that out.

"Been sleeping for a million years or longer / You woke me up, I'm even stronger"

Caught up this evening with an old and dear friend, who I'd thought was lost to the currents of the Internet and life off of it...good to see you are not only back online, but in a considerably better situation, my dear Lady Raven.

Some thoughts are best left to their nests in the dark of the caves in which they breed...they don't survive well in the harsh light of Reality...you have to treat them well, or they never mature...though, in truth, the vast majority should probably be killed while unable to affect anything.

Get over yourself. You are nothing. You deserve no better than you have, and you will never what you want...and if you did get it, you wouldn't want to pay the price for it; there's always a price.

Well, DUH!...Oh, shut up.

If you want change...you must instigate change.

Posted by Brian Sack at Banterist.com
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You live in a town with two restaurants. They're across the street from each other. They've been there forever. They have similar cuisine. Neither one is particularly thrilling, but it's all the town has to offer aside from a place way on the outskirts of town that most folks don't want to drive to.

You've been eating at one place for a few years. They have really good meatloaf, but a lot of crap side dishes.

The place across the street has a bad reputation for meatloaf. They're known for their side dishes. Their prices are a little cheaper too, so they attract college kids with less sophisticated palates.

That place claims to be under new management and suggests they have better meatloaf than what you're eating. But, you've heard the new chef is kind of a jerk. He claims to have studied with master chefs in France, though no one can vouch for him and he won't show you his degree.

Meanwhile, you're getting a little sick of the meatloaf you've been eating because every once in a while there's some gristle. The atmosphere gets on your nerves because they won't change the radio. And the chef keeps insisting that every dish come with a side of Brussels sprouts.

Some folks want to try the meatloaf across the street, even though they don't trust the chef. Some folks are happy with the meatloaf here - to the point of denying there's any gristle in it.

A fat guy in a baseball cap makes a documentary suggesting there's mousecrap in the meatloaf, while a bunch of patrons accuse the other restaurant of pooping in their side dishes.

As a result, the majority of folks filter out of both restaurants and stand in the middle of the street debating whether or not to check out the restaurant on the outskirts of town. Eventually they decide it's too much of a hassle to get to. Citing the lesser of two evils, they head back in to the restaurant that they think has less fecal matter on the flatware.

These are disturbing.

OK...it has been stated in the past that, while Di and I are already legally married, we never had any sort of ceremony, so we planned on doing that on Halloween.

That plan is still in effect, though, to be honest, we have considered scrapping it. Mostly, this is because we don't really think hardly anyone would show up at it. But, we could be wrong.

So, do me a favour, be honest. If we had a gathering on Halloween (or October 30th, Saturday) would you make it? Just trying to see if it's worth it.

In honour of my man, Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister, founding member of Motörhead and ex-member of Hawkwind, I present a damn useful icon...feel free to snag it as you like: