It's ridiculously hot here, which is the only reason I'm glad to be at work -- no central air at home! No a/c at all, yet, although I guess this weekend I'll cave and put it in.
I don't have a/c in my bedroom and had a very "I'm fucking outta here" epiphany this morning.
I can't believe how much I'm paying and I don't have climate control.
And my faucet is coming out of my sink. And no sunlight in the LR. Goddammit this fucking city, I am moving to Jersey.
Here's the video. (NSFW, contains the word FUCK).
That's maboy. Thanks Tom.
Also not really safe for work, but not blatantly not so if you keep the sound off (or way down). Step into the living room, select a product and then see the "side effects". Third from the left, you get fire!
It's something like 92 here with 50% humidity.
I wonder if there'll be more pop-up thunderstorms this afternoon.
I swear, I would marry Rollins if I could. He made of just that much awesome. I think my favorite sketch of his is the Iggy Pop one (on the extras from the DVD of Live @ Luna Park).
Henry falls into the f of the f/c/m continuum for me. Love listening to him, but living with him might drive me nuts though.
Henry Rollins was mean to me once.
Two of today's four meetings got cancelled. I might get some work done after all.
Maybe.
Henry Rollins once tried to sell me a kitten.