Mythical Beasts, Secret Societies, And Dirty, Dirty Porn

Another formerly elusive member of the "2/20 Society" came forward this weekend. Krzysztof, my dragon (one of two) presented me with the Ultimate Encyclopedia of Mythology which as the title suggests covers a tremendous amount of material but not a lot of detail, each entry being an average of one paragraph to three sentences long. Kind of like when Larry King wrote for USA Today, but only slightly less desultory and surreal. Still a very fascinating read and a lot of information I actually never knew.

Oh, also to the left hand side, propped against Krzysztof's sturdy hoof... er, hm. Appears to be an art film. One of those non-NEA subsidized commissions, I assume. A strong whiff of Euro-faire, distinctly Hungarian in location, although sadly lacking in robust Germanic flavor, yet still strangely, ah, Aufklärungsfilme in general content. Either way it was the thought that counted and both Krzysztof and Eeyore will be allowed to sleep in the bed with me this week (if you can actually count that as a reward). Although Krzysztof has been known to be rather a blanket-hoarder. Hoarding is very much a part of a dragon's intrinsic behavior.

Somewhat affiliated with the 2/20 -- I also got a chair yesterday, courtesy of my beloved parental units. A reddish-brown leather chair with matching ottoman for a true President's Day Weekend Blowout steal, which will be delivered to my hopeful new residence this weekend. Sweet Jesus, I do so hope we close this Thursday. Otherwise, boy life would suck. Life in fact at the present feels unnaturally on hold until Thursday comes and goes. I guess I'll try and keep posting periodically, just to keep my mind off... gaaaah!... everything going on right now.

Sorry folks, I guess you're stuck with me.