Writer's Block: A novel idea

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Watership Down.

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I've been gone for a few weeks, and it feels like it's been a month.

A few things I learned while I was away from the internet:

1. Trying to browse the internet on the PS3 has been awarded "honorable mention" in the "seven circles of hell" awards. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with Sony? Why would they hire NetFront as a browser developer? Couldn't they just go with Chrome? Couldn't they have just NOT BOTHERED?

2. I might not be very good at FPS multiplayer, but I am a fucking monster at online racing games. And I usually have the sexiest car on the track. Man, what I wouldn't give for a game like Need for Speed: Underground or Motorstorm: Apocalypse or even ModNation that kept the best part of the game (i.e, paint jobs, and custom parts), and got rid of the worst part (i.e, racing).

3. Donnie Yuen is fucking awesome.

4. Seeing my unborn child's ultrasound live and in person is even more awesomer.

5. When I can't get access to the internet, I make lists. And notes. and lists of notes, and notes about lists. Of course, these lists look like gordian knots now. whatevs...

i think the biggest thing i learned? the internet does not move nearly as fast as it used to. it used to be if i didn't keep up with what was going on, i'd be left in the dust within 48 hours. nowadays? a long time passes before anything of substance happens.

or maybe my priorities changed. i dunno.

Samantha Butcher needs to learn not to shake the children.

Going through my list of post tags here, I've come to realize I don't have a tag for my first wife, a vicious cunt who burned out her candle about one year into her adventures in sucking her way up to the top.

Anyways, to sum things up really quick, go visit her livejournal over at poneygrrl .

Go ahead, I can wait.

Much as I loathe to dredge up the past, I'm also loathe to miss out on any chance to say "I told you so". Especially when it involves a person talking shit about me for YEARS.

So yeah, this stampeding thundercunt just hit the front page of her local police blotter.

But don't take my word for it.

Funny how this is the  ONLY woman has screamed so loudly about me being an abusive husband. Ten years of spreading this shit, and now she's been busted doing it.

Normally I'd be dancing on her grave,  but...

(I'm going to take a moment and show you guys that I am actually not 100% pure concentrated evil here, so bare with me.)

This vindication has been a long time coming, and I feel a little robbed of this victory, because it's too bittersweet for my liking. It's bitter that innocent children are involved, and that's pretty heart-breaking. Especially after I was pleaded with to help prevent this from happening. However, it's pretty fucking sweet because it's not my kids.

Oh wait... you're probably asking yourself "this nothing here about children, what the fuck are you talking about?"

There's a page 2.

So yeah, there's that. My only question is, how is she going to spin this into another one of her "poor me, i'm the victim, i'm on fire, put me out" song and dance routines.

So that's about it, I'm going to go search "The Smoking Gun", because I REALLY want to add a mugshot to this entry.

Wait... there's a mugshot?
( Yes, yes there is. )

Hey look, things to do!

My to-do list is now always live and always public.

That should keep me motivated, especially if someone out there randomly pokes a cell and asks "what's this about?"

Maybe.