Two things.

1. I got three consecutive shots at my wellness checkup this afternoon. Three! Vaccines for meningitis and hepatitis A on one arm, HPV on the other. They were so sore that by the time I walked out of the place, I felt like John McCain.

But more importantly…

2. OH MY GOSH DID ANYONE SEE WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END OF HOUSE TODAY?? HOUSE…? AND CUDDY…?!? Holy fuck, man. Holy fuck.

Update (10/29/08): I'm making Cuban-style rice pudding at the moment. Arroz con leche. Delicioso.

Update (about two hours later): Okay, not so delicioso. I put too much lime in it. I don't think I was even supposed to use lime.

Never ever read or look at hentai. Especially lesbian orgy hentai. Why? Well, let's just say that when illustrations of that nature are portrayed through cartoonized human forms, things can be exaggerated… and made infinitely more disturbing.

And no, I'm not going to publish my lesbian dream.

Let's see… what else is of blog-worthy importance?

*twiddles thumbs while trying to efface memory of a particularly graphic scene of girl-on-girl action*

AAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEE, THE RAINBOW HAMSTERS!!!

The divine artistry of the creator, puchikumo (citizen of Warsaw, Poland), simply cannot be denied. Behold! The music, the editing, the theatricality and tension… a photogenic playground of beautiful and immeasurably lovable balls of twitchy fur. So much precious hamster-ness–! Beware, for the countenance of many a stoic warrior has melted in the face of their soul-numbing cuteness!

I also adore this ice cream escapade of a certain Pompon. Also, puchikumo's tributes to departed hamsters are surprisingly poignant.

Oh hell, I'm pouring on the hamsters. Prepare yourself!!

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Are your lies and cheap shots finally choking your breath, McCain? Uh-huh. My reaction exactly.

I was considering writing a full-blown commentary on tonight's presidential debate (the third and last, for all those readers outside the U.S.), but McCain's demeanor and argumentation throughout the entire evening reminded me more and more forcibly of an old, frustrated man harboring covert racist sentiments that I finally decided that I couldn't take any more of his phlegm-inducing crap. No more, you two-faced hypocrite.

And I've always hated your chubby cheeks.

Barack Obama, on the other hand, is actually worthy of commendation, though I won't waste any more precious time here dilly-dallying about stuff we've all heard before.

Anyway, back to things that do matter… keep an eye on the countdown to the right, won't you? The fate of our country is entirely in our voters' hands.

I also wrote an entry regarding my "lesbian dream" earlier today. Hmmm… publish… or not publish?

Holy crap. That's a big photo.

Tonight's (actually yesterday night's, now that I check the clock) second presidential debate between U.S. Senators John McCain and Barack Obama… well, how would you finish that sentence? The debate was supposedly held in the "town hall" style, although the voters in the audience had close to zero participation, and the candidates' repeated violations of the one-minute follow-up time limit quickly made a mockery of the format. McCain, who had performed surprisingly well during the first debate, suffered a major blow to his confidence this time around, appearing stiff and cranky and constantly clutching at straws. Obama, on the other hand, was more or less calm, collected, direct, and by the general consensus of political analysts, emerged with the upper hand. Both candidates' discourses were frustrating in terms of their constant finger-pointing and campaign nonspecifics, although I swear, one could easily start a drinking game for every instance of "earmark" in McCain's spiels. Like Tina Fey so marvelously suggested during the last episode of Saturday Night Live.

My favorite part was at the very end, when Tom Brokaw was concluding the debate and both candidates stood up to face the camera, only to obstruct Brokaw's view of the teleprompter.

Anyway… McCain? Floundering, thanks to the recent economic mess. That's what you get for catering to the wealthy five percent, you Republican.