neverbeencool

I used to think that euphemisms and political-correctness were useless constructs created for people who didn’t have the sack to face reality.
‘Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is for pussies,’ I’d think to myself. “Real men get shell shock.’
Or ‘Developmentally disabled, my ass. Dubya will always be a retard to me!’
Now, though, I’ve changed my mind.

In case I haven’t made it clear (what, with the name of this site and my love of old school Star Trek), I’m a big dork. Never been cool, not even for a minute.
In fact, the closest I’ve been to Cool was this time about ten years ago when we ended up at the [...]

Smell that? Smells like nerd, huh? Sorry about that. I’m wreaking of nerdliness and it’s putting my deodorant to the test.
See, last night, the Boy and I caught the 8pm Iron Man at the local cinamegaplex and here I am, twelve hours later, still geeking the fuck out.
Oh, quick sidebar? Odds [...]

I love that word, flibbertigibbet. One of those words that’s fun to say and that sounds like what it means. Like ’skank.’
Lot of synchronicity surrounding me and that word, too. First time I learned it, I was in my high school library, looking up naughty words in the dictionary. Somewhere between [...]

I promise, this will be the last Dear-Diary type post for the foreseeable future. Just felt the need to throw out a quick follow-up to yesterday’s cheer-fest.
So after Ani went to bed last night, we tackled our woes the American way: with booze. Oh, alcohol! Is there any problem you can’t [...]