I Had Too Much Sugar Today

None of these are enough for a single post.

• Someone found my blog by googling "unmanning husband" which sort of baffles AND intrigues me. 
• OF COURSE I HAD TO GOOGLE IT. And I did indeed find the post in question...along with the oddest random assortment of links I've ever seen. Seriously, wtf? 
• Macbeth - A critical reader
• A tumblr site about...well, let's just say I'm not clicking THAT link
• A Newsweek story asking the burning question: are women better grillers than men?
• A book review for some fiction piece set in Sicily
• The dictionary. 
• Someone who shall not be named but is indeed extra evil posted about moist clowns on Facebook. THIS is why I hate social media. 
• It's possible I harbor a bit of loathing now, and revenge plots swirl in my head. 
• Particularly since my equally-evil aunt took that shit and ran with it and tormented me via text about moistened clowns all goddamned day. 
• Just wait until someone finds my blog by searching THAT little phrase. I won't be clicking on any of those links either, FYI. 
• Thor decided yesterday would be an awesome time to poop on my living room floor. Sigh. Because he's a jerk, that's why. He was neither ill nor left overly long. Related: A 100 pound German Shepherd would fit into adult sized Depends, right? 
• I'm supposed to be NaNoWriMo-ing, but I've been in requirements hell at work and have yet to start my NaNo project for the month. Sigh. This weekend is going to be full of uninterrupted, no-social-media-no-TV writing time. I need to catch up, already. 
• I bought paint for my living room two weeks ago. It took me 3 months to finish painting the last corner of my office...I wonder how long that paint will sit in the utility room waiting for me to erase dog-and-kid-and-moving smudges from the walls? 
• OCD people probably shouldn't visit my house. 
• Unless they want to clean...in which case, come on over! I have chocolate. 

Like I said...not a real post today: more of a superball ricocheting off the inside of my skull. 

Who CARES whether men or women are better grillers? 

ISN'T THE POINT TO EAT THE DAMN STEAK??