I Guess This Will Be About The Same Thing As The Last One, Only With Less Cat Sex

I must be tired to be sharing such an unflattering photo of myself, but I don't have much to work with here in this insomniac bed. Not even the cats are providing entertainment tonight.

That, you see, is a large zit in the middle of my forehead perched along the upper edge of a brown patch twice the width of your average bandaid. I coat that brown patch every day in 45 SPF sunscreen, but it tans anyway. I wish it wouldn't hurt to excise the thing, and it's three brethren what have decided to roost on my cheeks and upper lip, with a paring knife and a spatula.

If you know of some potion that will remove my melanin moustache, do tell.


In other news, I make a lovely version of arrabbiata sauce for pasta.

Combine in a frying pan:
1/4 cup olive oil
1 onion, diced
3 or more cloves of garlic, sliced
1 teaspoon red chili flakes
1/4 teaspoon basil, dried
1/2 teaspoon oregano, dried

Fry until the garlic turns a medium brown and the onions are soft.

1 28-ounce can diced tomatoes, strained

Simmer until the desired consistency is reached. Serve over the pasta of your choice and top it with grated peccarino romano, as parmesan is too mild for this dish.

Kiss Schmutzie.


I am under an assumed name on Facebook, but someone managed to invite me to my high school reunion there anyway, which means that people I knew twenty years ago are friending me there. It also means that some of them will likely be wandering over here and reading about cat sex and how I am sometimes (read: nearly always) afraid of my toaster and my knack for getting stuck in shirts in ladies changing rooms.

Why I decided to greet them with an unflattering photo of my massive forehead zit is beyond me, but it kind of works in my favour, because when I show up at the reunion without the massive forehead zit, they'll note how much better I look in person. Also, twenty years ago we were all a bunch of rabid teenagers jambed into a goaty dorm together. They've seen worse.


Sleep! I think it's nearly here, and just when I was getting comfortable posting from my iPhone.

Mwah, and goodnight.

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