Phlegm Paroxysm

So much so that I thought I’ve evolved a technique to hack green boogers at people 10 feet away, blinding them and, possibly, yuck them to a comatose state.

There’s a damn reserve down there, in the throat. I can store up a considerable load.

(Early signs of mutation? Possibly. At any rate, prospects of being mutant isn’t quite as devastating. I could be an X-Man. With a name like Plegmer. Radical.)

Wanted to write something before I get hooked back into Left 4 Dead 2 (which has taken my nightlife. Dawn belongs to sleep, afternoons belong to work, evening belongs to the dogs, and that short bit before video game simplification; my dad’s coffee).

The addiction has thankfully waned (I don’t pine for it, for example, or shiver uncontrollably when the urge to play grew too strong and I was still in the toilet), but I still play nightly. And I’m not getting any better in VS, haha.

It felt quick, but closing week is about next week, officially starting on Monday, though I’m already forsaking tomorrow’s Awal Muharram break to finish off the reviews. And, possibly, the weekend.

And if we send in before Christmas, I’m taking a 5-day break. Do I deserve it? Nope. But I’ll be a bitch and just try for it.

After that, aim for a freelancing gig. With permission, of course.

(This post has derailed completely, and I’m too distracted by various trailers to make a coherent post. Therefore, I shall stop here, and leave it in a cliff-hanging state).

(Jeng. Jeng. Jengggg.)

Nothing some xkcd couldn’t fix.

I went to Penang (the part that wasn’t the island, and the part people never took account of), seen the simplest wedding, and visited the great-grandmother, who’ve been doing fine, albeit that she can’t walk now, and considerably much thinner, yet could still remember the time when I’d come home from school and spend minutes lying on my back and pushing around the house.

Work is still slow, as with the start of the month, though I figure I should get ahead of the reviews and news before the Christmas rush kicks up.

Then I fell sick, sort of, by going to the Nokia party even when a budding flu kicked in, and by taking wine when I shouldn’t, and ended up home with a throbbing head (with just ONE glass. That’s it. I’m never drinking again).

Had a sleep where hundreds of different thoughts, incorrigible and fleeting, bounced around like atoms in the darkness, and I couldn’t get hold of a single one.

(One of them, though, looked familiar. The hair, and eyes, and smile, which stayed the longest, which hovered for a while invitingly, teasingly, then bounded off someplace when I reached out, never to be seen again).

Probably try to sleep early tonight. That is, if I can stay away from Left 4 Dead 2 with the clan.

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It started somewhere with a top ten list of the best sci-fi movies of the decade, which then led to the discovery of xkcd

I’ve been hooked since. Between work, I snuck in a few pages. Sometimes I chuckle audibly, which led to a lot of weird, questioning stares from the designer.

It has several brilliantly random stuff, like this:


To romantic stuff:



And some interestingly beautiful artwork:



Some of them are filled with maths, which I don’t quite get mostly.

They’ve been medicinal. Laughter always is.

(If you do read it, make sure you mouse-over the images for additional notes, which sometimes complete the joke).