Gonorrhea has never been so cute and cuddly. Props to my sister for finding this, uh, thing.

Stupid rich asshole. Karma's a real bitch, ain't it?

I have to commend Jef Mallett for today's Frazz, being a great homage to the Calvin & Hobbes tobogganing comics of old. Frazz is simply one of the best comics out there today and almost makes me think of a grown-up Calvin.

The coolest MSPaint project ever!

Ever since Danielle and I partook in a bit of a, erm, anger-fueled shouting match on Thursday evening, my throat's been completely shot in terms of my normal speaking voice. While it's left me with a rather sexy raspiness, the upper pitches of speaking (think of Jim Gaffigan talking about Hot Pockets) are practically impossible. However, it is fun pretending that I sound cooler than I actually do.

Oh yeah, almost forgot. I decided to give that whole MySpace thing another go. While it only seems to reinforce the eternal view of my loserdom, it's still infinitely clickable.

This might just be me, but when you start wearing (not really) bloody tampons as some twisted form of expressionistic jewelry, that's when you've gone too far.

Happy Valentine's Day. Blech.

Unless you've been hiding under a rock somewhere, you're probably aware that a bunch of us on the East Coast got slammed with a shitload of snow this past weekend. In my area, it had to have been close to two feet at least. So what does one do when it snows? Well, if you're an adult like myself, you must shovel out your driveway, freeing your vehicular transportation for work the next morning (my campus remained closed until 5pm on Monday, but that's beside the point). The operative word there is "shovel".

Danielle and I were outside for hours, busting our asses trying to clear out the driveway the best we could. One thing I need to mention here is that on Saturday, my chiropractor notified me that I have a bulging disc in my back and that snow shoveling was out of the question this weekend. Unfortunately, since the days of hiring a young lad to shovel your driveway for a fiver are over and my car needed to be freed from its wintry cocoon, I had to come downstairs and heave away shovelful after shovelful of the white stuff.

Meanwhile, neighbors abound outside, putting away with their snowblowers. They finish their driveways in record time and then disappear. No "Hey, need a hand?" or "Want to borrow my snowblower?" to be heard. Fuckers. What's worse is that there was an elderly woman (or man?) a few doors down that was also stuck shoveling. Obviously, we were in no condition to assist, but come on! I can accept if the snowblowing fucksticks weren't going to offer any assistance to me and Danielle. But for the love of FSM, at least help the elderly!

Thankfully, Danielle's parents were able to journey over and aid us in the clearing of the snow. You have no idea how much help an extra pair of shovels is, especially when one of them is being hoisted by a firefighter (Danielle's father). He was beastly with that shovel. We also dug out my landlord's car and cleared it off as best we could, resulting in our being rewarded with some tasty cookies and muffins. 'tis a tasty reward. And I only fell down twice while shoveling. Danielle laughed. I didn't think it was all that funny. Well, maybe the second fall was. A little.

Seeing as it's a new year, I'm going to actually try and keep track of what and how much I've read this year (for pleasure, mind you, school textbooks don't count). My blog is a pretty decent way to log it.

So to start, I just finished The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby.