Piercing

So I got my new bent barbell on Saturday and put it in. I like it a lot but I've been to the gym twice since then and the damn thing has come out! Grr. Suppose I should just wear my circular for working out. Oh well.

Thirty-three

As of last Monday I've been 33 years old. Ugh. I suppose it wouldn't seem so bad if this loneliness weren't swirling around me. Ah well, no use bitching about it. I do have other things that have to be taken care of, anyway. Like this procrastination that's ever-present, too. Maybe I'll get rid of that tomorrow...

I haven't blogged in ages.

It's been at least two years since I've blogged on a regular basis. Have I not been interesting enough? Depressed? Withdrawn? All of the above? Yeah, all of the above. Well, no time like the present to get back into the saddle. This'll definitely be a place where I discuss my kinky side, but I think I'll throw in everything else that makes me me. Maybe I'll toss in a review of tonight's Battlestar Galactica. That'll make this seem really dated in four weeks :)

And what the heck, I'll toss in a bonus Watchmen review: I didn't like it. I've been a comic-book fan for twenty years now and I loved Alan Moore's Watchmen, but this movie, while there were many things about it that I liked, didn't come together for me. It felt very rushed. Hell, I don't see it couldn't have. And some of the acting was horrendous. I couldn't take the guy who played Nite-Owl seriously at all. It's as if they tried to be too true to the source material. The best comic-book movie title still goes to Iron Man as far as I'm concerned.

Oh, and I ordered a new bent barbell for my Prince Albert today. The ring I have in there right now is way too big and pinches me. Often :(

-J