Minor ramble before hitting the hay

I think that having a nine-to-five job is not especially conducive to being evil. The job sucks up a lot of energy, and a lot of brain power that could be productively spent in thinking up new ways to inflict terror and awe-inspiring evil genius upon the world.

That being said, I'm rather enjoying the feeling of not starving and being (sort of) able to cover all my bills.

Right now, though, my feelings of utter tiredness are in direct conflict with my desire to go to the nearest babygoth club (you know, where all the sixteen-year-olds trying to look twenty-six hang out wearing black makeup and very revealing black clothes) and open fire with a fully-loaded paintball marker, just to see what would happen.

I'm assuming pandemonium, shortly followed by my very hasty removal from the club, either under my own power, or tossed out on my ear by a bouncer. But I'd like to think that the bouncers would let me in, at least, if only to pander to their own sense of Schadenfreude.

In other news, brunch will be early tomorrow.


In still another different set of news, I am thinking of saving up and getting a tattoo. I'm not exactly sure what the design would be yet, but since I've had that thought knocking about in my head for several years now, I'm thinking it might not be a bad idea.

What has prompted this latest revisiting of the tattoo subject? Well, this post. So, yes, the tattoo would be indirectly linked to that.

Incidentally, msscribe is well worth putting on your flist, if she isn't there already. She's witty, incisive and a hardcore mommy all-around.