I love making updates about updates, they’re fun.  Ok, they’re not fun, but they give me more time to kill while I finish whatever it is I’m doing.

I’ve been busy, get the fuck over it.  You read, you leave, that’s all you fuckers do.  Not enough comments, not enough voting on the polls.  This shit ain’t that hard.

I still have a couple…3…movie reviews to add up, I’m behind on those.  Been busy, as I’ve already said.  Plus I’m still bragging around that hitting a deer at 3/8ths of a mile away is still a cakewalk, even if I’m using someone elses rifle.  *grunt*

I’m writing some shit right now, it might get updated, it might not.  I never finished the blogs on Monday that I was going to stick in the queue, just too many distractions that day.  If you didn’t catch that and you think it might have been directed at you, it was.  What I’m trying to say is, when you ask the dumb question, “What are you doing?” and I answer with, “Writing a blog.”  this does NOT mean you should assume that I’m not doing anything at all and try to chit-chat with me for an hour.  I have better things to do than listen to your stories about how so and so was drunk and fell.  I don’t care, that’s a party story, save it for when I’m at the party.  I don’t give two fucks that your cat puked on the rug or even that you missed a deer.  Shit, I don’t care that you snagged a deer at all unless it’s a record breaking animal.

Argh, it’s 5:14am, I shouldn’t be awake and I shouldn’t be writing.  But I am, so I best get back at it before more of you email me crying.  Try to comment and participate more, or I’ll hit you in the collar bone with a ball-peen hammer.

Still no major updates from me lately, that’s my fault. I really need to finish a couple more chapters in my “book”(which will probably never be fully finished and never find it’s way to be published, edited or even burnt in an Indiana Jones movie…) and have lost all creative inspiration at the moment. I’m pretty sure that by the end of this week I’ll have at least some sort of idea of what I want to post around here. It’s just…hold this thought, Hershey squirts…ok, all better..except that aroma of empty stomach drifting from the shitter to my room. Ugh. This is a definite sign that I should turn the other bedroom into an office, no more smell of ass and “Mountain Breeze” floating through the door.

I got sidetracked there, very sidetracked. The reconstruction of the chocolate speedway usually gets me thinking, but when the construction workers are doing a speedy job of things, it’s usually very messy and unsatisfying to the eye. This results in many more retries, which in turn just continues to to be plentiful with fail. Sooner or later my body is going to have to hire a new crew so that the chocolate speedway can be more speedway-like and less like a reservoir of mahogany mucus.

And I’m still modifying my layout. This one’s alright, but I wanted something that speaks more of my personality rather than meets the cosmetic needs of the readers. This is my blog, not yours, so fuck off if you don’t like it when I’m done with it. I’m going to take away 1 of the 2 side columns and make the page a little less square, maybe add some separations of sorts. Then(and this is the most obligatory part) I’m going to add some area for annoying advertisements, which will probably all be fake, but that’s the point, I only advertise myself…unless of course we’re talking dollar ammounts, to which you can send all your email inquiries involving multi-bit offers to servo@servolive.com

I’m also re-building my index of categories.  They suck, aren’t very directional and don’t really place too many things where they probably should be.  So for the next few days, expect to be confused as you see a long line of categories appearing and old posts being redirected into said sections.  If you’ve bookmarked specific categories, you might be in for a surprise next week. :p

And finally, I think most of you are asshats.  Seriously.  I drew a fun picture to prove what I think of everyone who reads my banter and still comes back for more. Ok, I fucking lied.  After trying to draw the picture for 25 damned minutes with this mouse, I’ve come to the conclusion that I cannot make an un-jagged line.  My mouse drawing skills are horrible and look as if an autistic child was trying to draw a cat with crayon on a brick while riding in the back seat of a beater car doing 75mph down a dirty, pothole-filled road.   And even that is giving it some credit.  HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE A DECENT CURVY LINE WITH A FUCKING MOUSE?!  I’m soo going to find my drawing pad thingy sometime today, I know it’s in a box around here somewhere.  Or maybe I lent it to someone.  Shit.