Description a Day: Kitchen

The back end of the condo is where the kitchen is found. Gold paint adorns the walls, broken up by a soutward facing window. A black valence hangs over the window. Black speckled marble countertops sit on tan cabinets. Along the windowed wall, a washer/dryer combo unit is at the far left end. Next to that a series of drawers and cabinets are bracketed by the black and chrome stove. Above the stove a microwave sits among another set of cabinets, all of which lead into the corner. In this corner is a Superman cookie jar and porcelain kitchen pots. To the right of those, lies the sink, where the towel rack hangs above it. To the right of that, juts a countertop island, resting atop the chrom faced dishwasher. On this area, rests a coffee machine, toaster and small radio. To the far left wall, is the chrome refridgerator/freezer unit, with yet another set of cabinets above it. On the wall behind the door, hangs a black framed Superman II movie poster.

I got to tell you, I'm getting bored out of my mind describing my condo. If you're reading this, god bless you. If I had any to spare, I'd send you each a dollar. I absolutely see the value in this, but Jesus I'm bored.

Still sick today, but did manage to get out and write. By the way, another reason to say motherfuck Starbucks, they don't have free wi-fi. WTF is that? You have to have an ATT Account. My fucking ass. I found I can't focus and write at home, too many distractions. I know, I need to get over that but screw off, for now it's working for me. Borders was all full so I slipped over to Starfucks. Some serious bullshit. Anywho, I've now gotten 38 pages done. Let's not confuse activity with accomplishment, but it's 38 pages more than I had a month ago, so that's pretty cool.

As promised, here is a picture of my Jack Knight Starman costume from about 10 years ago! The pic also includes Steve as Axl Rose!  I still have the Cosmic Rod and every time I have people over, someone asks "WTF is that thing."  I like to not miss a beat and say, "My Cosmic Rod, why do you ask?" Enjoy! Tomorrow, Luke Cage: Power Man! 

MotD: House of 1000 Corpses



Every once in a while, we get a movie that tugs on the heartstrings and reminds us what it's like to love. If you're a complete sociopath, this is that movie. As horror movies go, it's entertaining and chock full of sick shit. As visuals imprinted on your brain go, you'll need a mental douching after this. It's really Rob Zombie's version of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, no better way to describe it. Fucked up is an understatement.