The Demonweasel Speaks

So seriously, enough with the fucking cold and snow.

I’m past sick of this bullshit. It’s March, I get it, winter is a bad-ass, hooray. This snow in March shit is driving me crazy. Literally, truly, crazy. I’m really ready to dig a hole and hide under the earth for another three weeks or so.

In other news, we’re ready to begin fucking around with stuff at the store, so I’m looking at some long days and work weeks. If all goes according to plan, I’m in the middle of a 14-day work week. Of course, these things never go according to plan.

Can I just say that the Sci-Fi movie “Mansquito” looks like it could well be the worst thing ever made. I love saying “Mansquito,” but seriously…this is what gets made into a movie. Maybe it’d be a fun life to just churn out crappy sci-fi movies one after the other with no real care about quality or merit. Like churning out the old pulps, I can imagine.

Speaking of sci-fi, I saw the new Star Wars trailer today and holy shit, it is no joke. I am very, very excited. I must’ve watched it about three or four times, and man, I cannot wait. I know Kenzie and I will there opening night screaming and yelling our heads off. And speaking of, they’ve started showing the Sin City commercials on a regular basis. Hot damn, is that going to be fucking cool also. I’ve only read “The Big Fat Kill” and “A Dame to Kill For,” but we’re getting more of the rest in the store soon. I think the movie is going to be those two and “The Hard Goodbye” and “That Yellow Bastard.” Can’t, can’t, can’t wait.

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One of the things I love about not being single (aside from the fact that I’m with someone amazing) is that when it comes to your appearance, for the most part, it’s all up for grabs. There are some days where you can just go, “Hey, fuck it, I’m going to wear something godawful.” And there’s always something in your wardrobe that every girl you know thinks is just godawful.

For me, it’s the Cosby sweater.

I call it that because well, that’s what it looks like. I think it’s neat, for some reason, but every other woman I know hates it. For women, it’s like kryptonite. I mean, this thing is like pussy repellent. It doesn’t bother me any because hey, I’m all set. I’m more than set, I’m flying high and five by five.

Which is why I wore the Cosby sweater today.

, I remain…