A rollerskating blog named Saturday

My Saturday. I woke up early, listened to some Phil Hendrie podcasts while I mustered up the will to get out of bed relished the day and imagined all of the wonder and opportunity it had to offer. Decent breakfast, caught up on some Hulu while I worked on a computer that had the most insidious viral infection. I love a challenge. I also love a clean, quick resolution. It's better for the customer and saves me some time.

Virus removal is my video game. It's my Zelda... my Mortal Kombat. Actually, Mortal Kombat is my Mortal Kombat. They've got a new one coming out next week. Have you seen the previews? I haven't. I'm just buying that shit. Seriously, sight unseen. I'm going to buy it and go on a Rockstar/MK bender. Nonstop, save for bathroom breaks and the occasional JO to Kitana or Sonya [apparently the 5th dimension of Doom has an amazing plastic surgeon]. I digress...

I've got another podcast brewing. I need to get my audio studio set up. I need a laptop. All of my audio needs will be met and I will have one more technological hobby with which to segregate myself from the rest of the population. You people. Ironically, the podcast is my most accessed yet least attended to outlet. I've got this internet popularity squared away.

I have my yearly physical next week. I usually schedule a month in advance. Kind of gives me a chance to cram for the exam. The exam cram. I've got a fucking week to lose 50 pounds and detoxify my everything. Ah, I love this time of year. Physical, then birthday. Thirty Seven years old. Then I get married on November 11, 2011. This will be a great year.

I got a letter of Usage Violation from Comcast for downloading Black Swan from a torrent site. I swear to God, if I get into some legal altercation over Black fucking Swan I'll turn in my Man Card. Which, apparently, has been in debate since my mani-pedi in 2002. If I was actually sued for downloading Black Swan, I would have requested that my name remain in legal documents and the title of the movie be changed to "Expendables." Or "Big Wet Asses 16." Or anything from the Vivid porn studio's catalog. Just not Black Swan.

Charlie Sheen: He's a rich child with no responsibilities. It's just that instead of sitting too close to the TV or running with scissors, he's banging hookers.

I'm out. Enjoy your weekend and be safe. Oh, if you haven't already, could you "like" my company Facebook Page? I hate this stuff, but I see I need 25 likes in order to get a company user name. I don't know what that is, but I want it. I too, am a child.

Link HERE

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From Marisa to Mariska...

That's one special k...

I love Mariska Hargitay. I also love wine and lobster raviolis. As I finish the end of month work associated with self employment and catch a buzz and what could only be described as a celebratory indulgence of food and vino.

But tomorrow's the first. Some people have New Year's resolutions... I have new month resolutions. Going back to the gym fueled partly by fitness and partly because they double fucking charged me this month. I hate automatic billing and now that I pay attention to my finances I cringe when this shit happens. Now I've got a fucking chore. Thanks, shitheads. Thanks for punishing me for being a fucking customer.

Dude, it doesn't take much to give me a buzz. I'm crashing out early. Goochout.

I bet none of the above is even coherent. Don't care. Happy March.