...And this little piggie falled down, went boom

And now, a continuation of Flen Flyys "Adventures in Podiacal Misfortune":

It's official. The aftermath of the not-quite-annual LGT retreat has left me with one, possibly two fractured toes. Rock! Now I get to check "sad broken piggies" off my life list of foot injuries. One day I may finally make it to full trauma-induced amputation. It's important to have goals.

The story of how the injury actually occurred is sadly mundane, as it involved me walking upright like a proper bipedal, and then not being so upright like some common gastropod. My life being lackluster enough as it is, I've taken to embellishing the truth at any given opportunity, my favorite spin so far being a rather elaborate tale involving nine martinis, a midget and a badley misjudged wager involving a jai alai mitt.

The diagnosis finally came from the the GP doctor at my company's on-site clinic (yes, my company has an on-site clinic...convenient and kind of frightening). And does anyone know what one can do for a fractured metatarsal? Anyone? Anyone?

If you guessed "absolutely nothing", then you are today's big winner. Just send a SASE to collect your grand prize, an exclusive copy of the latest addition to the LGT make-up morgue.

I'll even autograph it for you...

with my toes.

For additional shipping and handling, you can also get a limited addition copy of Saitou the Foot-Fetish-Kitteh showing off his "healing touch":


Have I officially grossed everyone out? I imagine that this whole post made Peep Julie's skin crawl. *tee hee* Sorry, Juju.

My Fandom is Warped on the Inside

Someone out there has too much time on his/her hands...and has a seriously sick and twisted soul. So it's not surprising that this shit had me laughing for fucking twenty minutes.

***Spoiler warning for Torchwood & Doctor Who finales. You've been warned, so don't start acting like a whiny titty baby about it later***



If this clip affirmed anything for me it is this: The word "intergalactic" as an adjective conveying the most extreme measurement of vice is sorely underused. I think I shall endeavor to incorporate it into my daily lexicon.

"I Want to Believe" that that isn't the actual title of the movie.

Tonight I saw, for the first time ever, a commercial for the new X-Files movie. My ever calm and collected exterior noted the trailer as being "quite exciting", "intriguing", and "greatly anticipated".

My inner fan-girl squealed... and sort of, kind of peed herself.

But a question remains: Exactly what kind of cosplay does one attempt for an X-Files Midnight Movie Premier? Should I go with Oilean eyes or just sew up all of my bodily orifices? I contemplated covering myself with bees, but with the rise in the cost of honey, I'm sure that would be a tad expensive. Hmmmm...maybe I'll just chain smoke while standing in line.

ETA: In case your inner fangirl/boy wants to soil themselves as well (although there's a little too much H&A to induce true fandom orgasm, IMHO):

Fun with Lost (insert eerie intro music here)

Hey Lost fans, check out Sawyer's Nickname Generator and be grateful that you're not known as "Stay Puff".

And if you haven't watched the latest episode "Constant" yet, proceed immediately to your "tivo/computer, because it was fan-fucking-tastic! It's like I suddenly realized, "Oh yeah, this is why I love this goddamn irritating show."

To sum up my view: Desmond is hot, but conscious-time-traveling Des is TEH HAWT!1!!!

And for n00bs clueless to the whole Sawyer/nickname OTP, here's el enlightenment:




--- E.D. (a.k.a. Sugarpop)

The rather mundane story so far...

So, um, it's been a while since I last blogged here. Oops. To avoid any awkwardness, I'll bring you up to speed.

Are we up to speed? Both buttocks still on? Alright, on to regular bloggin'.

Oh teh snap, byatches!11!!

What can I say...

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Because I've turned juvenile blog speak into a fuckin' artform. Teh roxxor!1!!!

"Enterprising" Cat

Because I work for a certain insurance company, and we have a certain competitor with a certain reptilian spokes model...and though I'm certainly not the type to go all gungho competitive on behalf of my employer, this lolcat gave me the giggle-snorts. Dudez, we totally be needin' this sort of kick-ass mascot.