Little known fact....

28th rule of Fight Club, subsection (b) paragraphs I and II, as amended...

Don't talk about any Fight Club wholly owned subsidiaries, LLCs, partners foreign or domestic, licensed contractors or service providers....

Well anything to be a snob...

Anyone who knows me (and honestly what the hell are you doing here if you don't) knows that at sometimes I can be cheap, sometimes I can be stubborn, and sometimes I can be elitist. So given that, perhaps this isn't all that surprising...

I don't have cable in my new apartment. I've been here for almost three weeks and I still have just what you get from pluggin' into the wall.

Of course, I've been very merrily distracted as of late, so that's part of it. Plus I don't want to say what cable company I'd be doomed to but let's just say it rhymes with ComSchmast, and they don't exactly have the best of deals.

Who knows, maybe I'll even READ on occasion.

Or maybe I'll just go back to quasi-disgruntled blogging.

when your dry wit dries up

Well, someone has come along and taken away (nearly) all of my bitter jadedness.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I've been told by someone who's been observing me pretty closely for the last three weeks or so that I'm smiling a lot more.

It's what I've been waiting for for, oh gosh about 9 years... but it's murder on blog motivation ;-)



I will share this bit... I am confident that any story that starts with someone saying "When I was eighteen I dated a stripper." will be more than a little bit interesting.