A schediastic hootenanny

Last night, one of my cats wouldn't shut up, and the foreigners-of-indeterminate-origin who live across the alley, right behind my bedroom window, were having yet another of their noisy backyard parties. So, I had a little trouble sleeping, is my point.

Then this morning, I woke up at 5AM because I had somehow gotten a horribly painful leg cramp/charleyhorse thing while sleeping. Then I woke up at 6AM because I had a particularly grim terrorist/plane crash nightmare. And I woke up again at 7AM because my upstairs neighbors were fucking noisily right above me.

What the fuck, is what I'm asking.

Today's Ludic Log: DC Who's Who, volume 4: special "Things on Paul Levitz's Desk" edition.

Even at 8AM on a Saturday, the pervs are finding me:

"threaten tits" (Who would want to threaten tits? And this referral came from Denmark. It saddens me that there is somewhere a Dane who wants to threaten tits.)

"she hulk naked fakes" (This sort of amuses me, because, well, wouldn't ALL naked pictures of She-Hulk be fakes? She-Hulk is a fictional character. It's not like there's the possibility that somewhere out there are some real pictures of She-Hulk naked.)

"hot cousin" (Surprisingly, my site is the very first one that comes up -- at the moment, at least -- if you Google for 'hot cousin'.)