Once again obeying a command from the mighty lord Beren, I started reading The Hitman. It's holding my interest, though I agree it's not as good as The Preacher. The guy who welds dead dogs to people's faces is my new hero.

I saw a collection of Preacher PVC figures at a local comic store for $30. Am I geeky enough to buy that? You bet. It has a figure of fucking ARSEFACE~! Not to mention the Saint Of All Killers. Pretty much a must-have.

This week my yearly evaluation at work brought in praise, a raise and (for the first time ever) a bonus. My score was quite high and will be nearly impossible to beat next year. I don't know though, I kinda feel like I pulled the wool over everyone's eyes again. I mean, I know I have good knowledge of my job and can bust quality work out really fast when I need to. I have that down pat. It's just that I totally lack any motivation whatsoever to even be there. I could be doing twice as good a job as I'm doing now, but I just don't care to. I'd rather sneak out of the building and go for a drive in the country and fondle strange women. Or just the regular ones.

But then, I've always been an underachiever. And I've always felt like I was lying or "getting away with something" at pretty much all times. I'm one of the most honest people I have ever met, yet I feel like the biggest liar in the world. I think both of those have something to do with my stellar childhood. But that's more than you need to know.

I need to find a job where I don't work with computers. Or have deadlines. Or come in early. Or have to show up. Or have any responsibility or accountability whatsoever. But still make ok money.

I'm not a rap fan, but Natural Born Killaz is a fucking cool song. The only thing is, when Dr. Dre says, "Feel the blast from the chocolate bomber" I can't help but picture him on the toilet.

Speaking of negro culture, a new season of Chappelle's Show is upon us! Yes! Dave is fuckin' up. Diversify y'all bonds, nigga.

I've been wanting to post a couple new reviews, but haven't had the opportunity. That's a cop-out for "I'm always either busy or or not able to give an album my full attention at the moment or I'm in the mood to listen to this other thing right now instead." After the next few weeks, work should start to thin out a little and get back to abnormal.

Hah. DevilDriver is opening for Moonspell and Opeth. DevilDrivel really, really sucks. Moonspell ran out of ammunition a long time ago and Opeth is boring anyway. Just found it funny.

On the other hand, Agalloch is opening for The Gathering here next month. I kinda want to go see it, but I loathe the venue they're going to be at. There's not enough room to sleep during Agalloch's set either.

Hmmm, who else is coming? Helloween - yuck. Life Of Agony - zzzz. Macabre - maybe I'd gos ee them, but in this case they're only one band on a bill with too many boring death metal bands like Cannibal Corpse and Hate Eternal. Pass.

Got the new My Dying Bride but haven't listened to it yet.

The Preacher does indeed rule it. It needs to be turned into an HBO series and run from start to finish. That ain't gonna happen though.

I put a bunch of random songs from albums I haven't listened to much onto on CDR. I noticed that the Reaction Ecstasy Trance song is more impressive than most. That song covers a lot of (mostly metal) ground. Ah hell - have a listen to it here.

Also found a Tenhi song on there I'm liking. I remember thinking that their albums had good atmosphere but it all ran together. Some bands are best taken one song at a time. I'll give them some more listening as well.

On the suggestion of Beren, I downloaded Bit Torrent and picked up the entire run of The Preacher. It's been decades since I've read a comic book, but what the hell. I already like action figures, Lord Of The Rings, pro wrestling, Babylon 5, Teh Interweb™ and bands who play accordian. It's not like I can become a bigger dork.

I'm also downloading the entire first season of ThunderCats. Tr00ness!!!

I've lost 29 pounds since about mid-October. I'm trying to get down to my original weight of 6 lbs, 4 oz.

Looks like I'll be going to a local toughman contest next weekend. As a spectator, not a participant. If they let me in that ring, there would be no hope for any of the other combatants. Belee dat, playa.

In another bout of good news, my state inspection for the Galant is due this month. I went out to my car yesterday and found a new crack in the windshield that spans nearly the entire length of it. I already had a crack on the passenger side that might've failed me anyway, but it's good to know that life hasn't given up on kicking me in the nuts. I like a world where I know what to expect.

If I were to get a brand-spankin'-new domestic car, I can't decide whether I'd get the 2005 Mustang or the 2005 Corvette. I guess I'd have to go with the one I could afford.

Sniff you jerks later.

Oh, is it time to update already? Damn.

Tomorrow it's back to the daily grind for me. I'm not looking forward to it. I'm tired of working. My job is ok and all, I'm just tired of going. Surely somebody out there can spare a dozen or so million bucks for a dork who's down on his luck?

We're thinking about buying a house in Aylett, Virginia. It would be a longer drive to work, but it's high time we owned instead of rented. We're pretty sure we can get approved for a fairly nice one in a certain subdivision. The cost is about 60% of what we'd pay in Richmond. The only thing is, rumors abound of a lot of layoffs at a certain major electronics retailer that shall remain nameless. That has the potential to knock Meli out of a job in March. I suppose it would be best to wait a couple months before buying a home.

That and the fact that I feel like quitting my job and living in a shack somewhere. But I'm trying to suppress that just like all of my other hopes and dreams.

We saw Peter Pan last night. We were the only people in the theater, which is always good. The movie was pretty much what I expected. On the way home, I saw something bizarre though. It was almost 1 a.m. and there's this black guy outside his house. He has his headlights shining on him for illumination while he's dancing and...painting his fence. I swear. Maybe he was working for a Jolly Negro 24-Hour Painting Service?

In the words of Meatwad: Now, when I say crank it, you do whatever it is people do when they're told to do that.