I've lost it.

Just 'cause you see slash everywhere doesn't mean it isn't really there does it? ...or does it?

In desperate need to get away from the computer for a while, I put on my Dirty Dozen dvd and got ready for my testosterone overload. But then I noticed something...

Charles Bronson and Jim Brown (the black dude, the athlete who drops the grenades at the end to blow up target) were... looking at each other. A whole heck of a lot. I mean, a lot.

They look at each other first before deciding -anything- the group's discussing. They go out together to catch the one that tries to escape. Brown went in to check on Bronson when he'd gotten beaten up in the latrine.

It wouldn't be the first time slash's been spun in a war zone... Two hard bodies finding a couple minutes away from orders and explosions and exercising till they're hot and sweaty and covered in... Um, I lost my point.

But The Dirty Dozen???

Yay! Go me!

Looks like the jobshop was able to place me at American Color! Which is very good, as I've been unemployed since December. However, the hours are from 6pm to 2am. Sure, I'm up then (and usually working on something) anyway, but still...

I'll find out next week when I go in for orientation, but it sounds like really basic layout work, checking ads for the Chronicle right before they go to press. Now, if only my car stays together till I've been there long enough to afford a new one. (and maybe a cell phone, in case it -does- break down at 2am.)

New Picture Alert!

For the best little dragon in the whole wide world, who's been riding my... who's been sweetly asking for Clex pics, here ya go!

Don't think that just 'cause there's no hair, a guy's easier to color... >.