Clinque...For Men?

Oh. My. God.

Those of you who know me well, and if you've been reading this for any duration, you can probably count yourself among the afor mentioned crowd, know that I rail on the "metrosexual" about as hard as anyone can without getting the Nerf Anger Bats out, so it should come as no surprise to you that this soft news article made me more than a little sad.

I think it was the first time in all of my years that I actually wanted to think they were referring to the twelve and thirteen year old eyeliner wearing, My Chemical Romance retards.

*sigh*

I get that you guys want to look good, I really do. The concealer I could probably forgive, and I personally thought it was a triumph when it was suggested to some of the ill coifed that they start using an aftershave with moisturizer in it because boy do you guys get rough and scaley fast, but this brow gel is going just a wee bit too far for my tastes.

Oy.

Religious Pamphlet Day

So I brought all of these home wiht the intention of photographing them to share with all of you but then I didn't, so you get the abbreviated version :)

Dude.

Seriously.

I got like 15 religious pamphlets in the mail in the first fifteen minutes of my day yesterday, and none of them were as bad as the big red sticker on the outside of an envelope that read "Warning: America will never be blessed as long as 3500 babies are killed every day through abortions."

Who Knows What Time It Is?

So I came into work this morning to find a couple of interesting things.

First, I should really go back to the coffee. I miss the coffee, and the coffee misses me. It would seem that, without the afor mentioned coffee, Godfather Evenings aren't going to be possible. (I stayed up and watched the first like 45 minutes of Godfather II last night and I've been paying for it since I woke up.) This morning, I came in and made a menial, moronic mistake...about 475 times. Yeah, I'm not exaggerating. It took me an hour and a half to fix it and - the worst part? - I did it yesterday too.

Two, today is military aerospace pay-up day. The Senate must have sent out some checks because the names coming across my desk are, for once, names I know. (Because Tommy's Banana Hut isn't exactly on my Must See List but when I see Northrop Grumman I know who they are, what they do and exactly how their existence impacts my daily life.) Unfortunately, they were so among my 475 errors. Yeah, that's right, I fucked the quasi-government.

Anyway, today sucks, tomorrow will probably suck too, but it sucks a lot less knowing that, at the end of the week...the monies...on the monies... How does one spell the faux-pluralization of money? Given our current economic state, is it a little ironic that you can't have a single smithereen and, as far as grammar is concerned, money isn't a singular device as well?

I hate apricot jelly.

Jason Pohl's Workstation of Love

System Specs:

Workstation: Hewlett-Packard xw8400 Workstation
Monitor - Hewlett-Packard 22" LCD
Tablet Monitor - Wacom Cintiq 21UX
Peripherals - Logitech Keyboard, Mouse, and Speakers
Software -

• Adobe Production Suite
• Solidworks 2007
• Alias Sketch Book Pro
• Alias StudioTools

Oh, and if you have no idea what i'm talking about - imdb.

*headtothemotherfuckindesk*

[vamp.org: " 5. If you have scars on your wrists from suicide attempts, by all means display them proudly. The same goes for bruises, cuts, and track marks. Abscesses, however, should always be coyly veiled in filmy black fabric."]

Kay is beating her brains in right now. Should I display that proudly too?

Christ, they have me talking about myself in the third person.

More Things I Knew Before They Were At Hot Topic

I do this occasionally, find out that something is beloved by all of the little emo boys and girls and get pissed off because, god damnit, I had that when you either made it yourself or it came from lip service.

Well, today, ladies and gents - today I've found out that there is Foamy Wear at Hot Topic.

Do not make me go downstairs and get my faded ass, cafe press foamy sweatshirt, fanbrats.

Fuckers.

Today I'm Hating

...people who put track numbers in the file name after they've already filled out the ID3 tags. I hate having to edit 01, 02, 03 out of an album just to get the files to list the way I want to. This is the internet. No one really gives a shit what the track number is - and if they do, they can look in the fucking ID3 tag.