You’re a Hoser, Mister Grinch

You’re a hoser, Mister Grinch
you’re a total spazoid dork
you’re just completely bogus
and your parentage is borked, Mister Grinch
You’re a salmonella salad made with…
under-cooked pork!

You’re overly sensitive, Mister Grinch
constructive criticism makes you mad
You take it all so personal
it’s really rather sad, Mister Grinch
You just keep looking at me like…
I’m being some kind of cad!

You’re the anti-Christ, Mister Grinch
you’re the harbinger of End Times
and they’re digging a new hell now
just to cover all your crimes, Mister Grinch
You’re a shambling blob of tentacles and eyes…
oozing in acidic slime!

-The Gneech

Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.

Can Haz Weekend?

I originally wrote a very whiny-sounding post and then 86'd it. Instead, I'll let this IM conversation speak for me:

(1:04 PM) graveyardgreg: Gneechers!
(1:05 PM) the_gneech: Heyas
(1:05 PM) graveyardgreg: Uh oh! You're stressed! *gets you a comfy chair*
(1:05 PM) the_gneech: Heh. How did you guess?
(1:06 PM) graveyardgreg: Because you usually respond to a greet with an !
(1:06 PM) graveyardgreg: I hope you get unstressed!
(1:06 PM) the_gneech: I just need a break, really. Hopefully weekend will do the job. Although the comfy chair helps, thanks.
(1:07 PM) graveyardgreg: Okay!

Long story short: parental health issues and lots of "taking care of stuff" has been all up in my face, and some interpersonal friction hasn't helped the situation, leaving me a bit frazzled. This morning it was to the point where I could feel myself slipping into depression, but I think I've pulled out of that particular downward spiral. If I can just get some relaxation (preferably with some cat therapy) in, hopefully it will all be better.

Weekend, come to me now!

-The Gneech