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Nota Bene

When words come back to slap you in the face like some kind of bukkake trout farm, that is the ultimate annoyance. For instance, it turns out that I could have gone to swing lessons (and indeed I will be in future), but nay, I slept in too late. Also: aforementioned swing dancing bitch never informed me. I’m quite looking forward to it, since (as I mentioned) Blast From the Past’s swing scene was hella cool... and I also wish I was Brendan Fraser.

On a sidenote, my affinity for Judy Jetson was exaggerated, I swear! Come on, Jane was foxier. But enough of this trashy celluloid fantasy, I should get back to playing Dungeons & Dragons... with Daphne

The mind boggles