because i have too much shame for real-life CosPlay

living vicariously thru the exploits fanboys who have too much disposable income yet can't figure a way wash off that basement mildew/funyun musk when going going out in public. well, at least for comic-con. okay, sure...it's an indoor event...but they had to go outside first to get there.

who says i missed SF wonder con 2008

happy belated v-day y'all

i'm trying a new thing: post something new at least once a year. i know what you're all thinking: "That's very daring. How continental!"

to the harpy at "reception": kish my rashy ass!!

me and jimmy xiang are now forced to drink away the pain and anger you caused us individually today.

hours by appointment only? no open appointments until june?

your website says walk-ins welcome. open 12:30-7:00. your door says open 10:00-7. get your shit together free clinic! maybe with some organizational skills, people would be freer with their donations and you wouldn't have to beg so goddamned much.

did i want to go the free clinic today?
do i have a lot of alternatives?
did i enjoy driving in circles around the city looking for another free/sliding scale clinics that could take me today?
was i forthcoming when i chimed, "Thank you. Have a good day"?
(answers: no.; no.; strangely, kinda...sorta. it was like a quest.; and "are you fuckin' kidding me?")

i swear by the hammer of thor that once i find a job and it's time to decide on a honorable organization(s) to donate time or money, the free clinic will never see any charity from me as long as your liver-freckled, crusty-eyed face and food-stained scrubs are behind the "customer service" desk.

you're not a certified professional, you're a clerk. why are you fucking wearing scrubs? oh yeah. you get them for free from work. did you even offer to pay for them? you can write it off on your taxes and give back to the organization that pays you to eat those gyros that you had delivered from across the street. fat-ass! scrub-whore!

not that it's any of your business anyway, but i ended up at st. vincent charity hospital. their staff was very helpful, knowledgeable and, most importantly, non-contradictory. they didn't even bat an eyelash when i specified my religion on their charity qualification questionnaire as "secular/agnostic. so forgive me." they prescribed me with a topical ointment and an appointment for a specialist. they even had a sexy/mystery/intrigue lifetime movie starring charisma carpenter and some tiffany amber thiessen looking chick on in the lobby. what did you send me off with? (answer: spite and fuel for my stress induced itchy symptoms)

congrats and saint pat's

our not-so-recent bathroom additions...

...that make me giggle uncontrollably , and consequently have to wipe the errant side/overspray off the seat, which i more-likely-than-not, probably forgot to lift anyway.