The Webb

The Webb seems to be working out very well. At least for me. I've been tinkering with it today, and I feel pretty great about the content going up. Granted, I don't have a lot of tutorials at the moment, but I do have lots of stories and photos.

And wow, I've never had to delve so far into my memory for html bits. My brain is mush. But today was a productive day, and tomorrow shall be, too.

Oh, wait, it IS tomorrow right now. Then yesterday was productive, and so shall be today. Also. Too. And. Including. As such. Hence.

Treebeard

OMC Work is so fun when you're listening to awesome bands rock out... It's like having an ice cream sundae with shards of sweet guitar jubilee inside of your ears.

Khayotikk's Wikkid Webb

Today, I'm announcing the birth of Khayotikk's Wikkid Webb. If you're a fan of my tutorials and projects, that's where you'll be able to find them. Maybe you think you've seen them all, but you never know what you may have missed.


Check it out today!:)

Jake likes water.

Jake is my little brother. Actually, he's Boyfriend's younger brother. He's an odd sort of dude with weird words and weird ways. And he likes water.

He just went into a four-minute shpiel about water and how awesome and amazing it is. He went on and on about it, and after awhile, it got annoying.

Granted, yes, water is fooken phenomenal. It cleanses and refreshes, especially today when the heat combined with the heat index was soulfully b*tchin', to say the least.

But his random object-love rants can go a bit borderline fanatic. "Pickles are cucumbers, at first."

Meanwhile, I like tea, and you've seen where that landed me, so I suppose we're in the same boat on that one.

Drink up, Jakee Bake.

Comfort Food Part II

This is how you make my kind of tuna sandwich:
3 cans of chunk light tuna in water
1 can of solid white albacore
Brown mustard
Yellow mustard
Mayonnaise
LOTS of honey mustard
4 sweet gherkins
Black pepper

Lay a good size glob on two slices of white bread and you've just won my heart. Perfect sandwich for a summer day.

Awolnation

I really liked the song "Sail", without having seen the artist. Then I watched the original video and the singer doesn't even match the voice. Am I the only one who feels this way? I expected somebody who looked like the vampire from the Fallout Boy videos. Or somebody who looks like Shaun Morgan.

That's just my thoughts on it.

Comfort Food Part I

Something about Panko breaded shrimp and cherry Crush makes me feel both luxurious and absurdly cheap at the same time. I almost feel like the soda outdoes the shellfish.
I'm sorry, but I'm not hungry.

Wow... What is Candice up to tonight? I feel like we shouldn't even guess, but assumption is frkkn bliss!!!

))<>(( That's the symbol for Manchester Transfer, right? I get confused about the buttcheek spacing. NO, don't Google that. But you're going to anyway.

SuperMemo

Have we as a nation collectively decided to completely disregard Superman III as a film? Don't raise your eyebrow; you didn't get the memo either, did you?

It's hot.

I expect that's to be expected, but the heat index is also high, and the humidity is, too... Now everybody feels like death and nobody wants to leave the house, which means I have to.
Remember when it snowed every Monday-Tuesday? I'm happy this is not snowstorms. Heat I can deal with.

I just wish there was SOME snow, because it would be frkkn awesome to eat snow on days like today.

Fun Fact:

The first thing I do when I hear a terrible noise through the window is check the time. Cops love when you know the exact time stuff happens. Nerds.

Fun Fact:

I'm probably one of the best friends to have and the worst to lose purely because when I walk away, I walk away with a vengeance. Nicely.

Guitar

"I think he's playing his finger flicker to prove he still has some talent to offer, 'so please, don't break our friendship contract, guys'."

Can you spell 'inappropriate'?

John just got airhumped during 'antidisestablishmentarianism'. Awesome night.

Work

I lift things up and put them down. I lift things up and put them down. Then on my knees, on my feet, on my knees, on my feet. It's cardio.

Waterfight

Today was a little bit crazy, but I supposed when your hot-blooded and soaking wet, you're gonna let off angry steam. WONDER BRIE ACTIVATE- FORM OF: FURY FIST!

Patriotism?

I must be pretty unAmerican, because I don't see what all the fuss is about. I frkkn love England. What? Gimme some more of that good old U.K.

I just bought my first domain.

And you're on it.

Cheers to www.Khayotikk.com

Waking Dream today...

I was napping for maybe an hour or less this afternoon and at some point, I had a really vicious waking dream. You know the type: you're laying there fully aware of the world around you, the sights, the sounds, the electric stimuli called touch.

During mine, I was presented with a harsh, roaring, rushing wind type sound that had nothing to do with breeze of the fan blowing behind me or the window being open. I had opened my eyes at least twice to be locked in on the scene at the right side of my paralyzed body. I could feel myself on the inside struggling to breathe, but was kept out of severe panic with the knowledge that my breathing was fine: unhindered and unencumbered. I could also recognize the voices coming from the other room, and at some point tried to speak, but I already knew that was futile, seeing as I've never been able to speak in my sleep before.

The sound was deafening. At some points while I was less willing to try to wake myself, the noise was less harsh. However, when I was trying to break out of the trance, the noise grew in intensity and I felt as though I was being punished.

Try as I might, I couldn't find my 'kick'. At first I believe I would eventually will myself awake. Then, I thought it would have been my attempt at physically screaming. It wasn't until I chanced upon the notion that I could be stuck like that forever that my brain received the traumatic punch in the face it needed to burst out of REM.

Scary stuff. But I'm used to it.

No hot guys, here, either.

This dude at the bar goes "This place sucks, where are all the hot chicks?" B*tch, even if you weren't rude, no hot chicks would want you. B*stardf*ck.