so many questions, and ones to which i actually DON’T want answers.

Read in this week’s The Week:
A Tasmanian man has avoided jail after being caught with hard-core octopus pornography.
Rodney McLagan, 48, had a collection of some 31,000 images and video clips, most of which depicted humans engaging in sex acts with snakes, tigers, and octopi. The judge suspended his sentence, citing a psychologist’s finding that McLagan [...]

killing me softly

ok, maybe it’s not killing me, but it’s certainly sucking the life out of me. 
like any self-respecting comic-book-reading, RPG-playing junior high school nerd, i read stephen king’s the stand.  i didn’t just read it, i devoured it.  i was aware enough at the time to know it wasn’t the greatest novel ever written- i’d already hit up those [...]

for any of you keeping score…

batshit has left!! gone, hallelujah, kyrie, ojala and all the rest.
she stole the curtains from the living room, my plant hanger, slashed the couch and trashed the bedroom.  that’s the initial inventory, anyway.  hopefull, that’s all. 
i start interviewing possibilities tomorrow.  well the first one came today and is very promising.  a full slate tomorrow.
either way, i’ll [...]

back into the frying pan

so, friends, batshit has her departure date.  this coming saturday, she will be moving out.  where she’s going i know not, and frankly don’t give a hot damn. 
i will be around both for the safety and integrity of my apartment, to collect the keys and also because my new bed is being delivered that day [...]

top this, passive-aggressives!

so it seems that batshit was packing just to get me.  she has compiled a massive stack of boxes and plastic bags in my dining room, but shows no signs of going anywhere.  i’m beginning to think they’re empty.  you may be saying to yourself “methinks isosceles is a bit paranoid.”  i probably would have [...]

batshit chronicles, part: oh, too many to count.

all joking aside.  i can’t sleep.  i’m actually grinding through the fiberglass nightguard i paid $500 bucks for to keep me from grinding my teeth.
my entire body hurts.  when i lay down at night, my neck is so stiff it feels like i’m wearing a brace.
no packing last night.  though, she is moving my things [...]

step right up! place your bets, folks!

cslewis suggested we start a poll about batshit’s departure date.  $5 in, winner takes all. 
in the interest of equity, here’s what we know.  she’s started to pack.  several large boxes in the living room.  has emptied out the library, dining room, some stuff in her room, bathroom.  it doesn’t appear anything has moved from the [...]

the sweet, sweet sound of packing tape

yay!
(don’t even think about humoring the small part of me that wonders if it’s all a ploy to make me nuts by having stacks of boxes every where).
in honor of my new favorite sound, please enjoy the lovely bret and jemaine doing as i shall from now on: equating tape and love.
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the batshit chronicles, parts III & IV

oh, internet, where were we?
ah, yes.  i woke up on wednesday, eyes nearly swollen shut from crying (NOT like me) and headed to work.  after consulting a couple of attorneys, i wrote an email to batshit informing her of her thirty days notice (i needed to put it in writing, thought it best to do [...]

batshit chronicles, part II

suffice it to say that my earlier post “apparently, helping someone in need is not in the lease” was not the end of the story.  hopefully, parts II and III will be.
damn.  i hope there only are parts II and III.
so, after contemplating the events of sunday, i had a long day on monday.  i [...]