I love tattoos ...

I have three and plan on getting more. Right now, I got a pentagram on my shoulder, a symbol signifying luck on the back of my neck, and Edgar Allen Poe's signature across my lower back (my favorite). The reason I say this is because it being Friday the 13th, one of the guys from work kept telling me last night that something bad would happen to me today. (Hey, just because nothing good has ever happened to me doesn't mean something bad will ... oh, never mind.)

The way I figure it, since two of my tattoos are intended to ward off bad luck, I'm cool for today. (I have no idea what Eddie's signature is supposed to do. Ward off marrying my cousins and dying drunk in a gutter, I suppose.)

You know what I'm more afraid of than bad luck today? It's Friday the 13th, I live five minutes from a Crystal Lake, and my mother once sold a Siamese cat rug to the woman who played Jason's mother. I'm not worried about something bad happening, I'm worried a machete-wielding psycho in a hockey mask is going to burst into my bedroom and chop me to cute little itty bitty pieces.

Hey, it could happen. And with my track record, would not be all that much of a surprise.

Also, you learn something new every day -- today I learned that when I grow up, I want to be just like me, but taller.

Man, am I pissed ...

I totally missed "The Amazing Race" last night, which explains the shakes and the hyperventilating. Man, I love this show. Although, at this point in our foreign policy, I'm amazed none of the Europeans these people have run into have gone up to the contestants and said, "I hope you know, your President's a dumbass."

*sigh* Yes, we know.

"He's an arrogant little moron, you know that?"

*sigh* Yes, we know.

"You realize, of course, that he's blown that WMD thing waaaaaay out of proportion and he's lying through his teeth at you."

*sigh* Yes, we know.

"I mean, if your government can shoot a missile down a chimney and figure out the exact, precise bunker Saddam's supposedly hiding in even when it doesn't exist, don't you think you could find --"

Okay, okay. We know, all right? Country run by dumbasses. Even more so than usual.

Although to be honest, calling them "dumbasses" gives 'em waaaaay too much credit. But anyway, "The Amazing Race." Which, thank God, is also populated by dumbasses. Otherwise, what fun would it be?

Ugh ... speaking of dumbasses ...

There's been an injuction issued so that Spike TV can't use the name because of Spike Lee's lawsuit.

So when exactly can Joss Whedon and James Marsters sue?

How about my brother? His hair used to be spiked.

Damn it. Morons suck.