Last blog of the year!!

Today we got a washer and dryer! WOO!!

We also discovered that our faucets for the washer leak! WOO!!

And now we're staying up until midnight. I don't know if I can make it. We've got my sister's kids over for a sleepover/new years celebration. It's been ....enlightening.

Jupe won the "guess my post total" contest. Yay Jupe!!! Yay 3456!!!

Tomorrow (the 1st day of 2003. Huh.) I send out the first PMQ. Still need to compose it. And!! I start doing "the funny". Woo!!!!

In some parts of the world, people ring in the new year by shooting guns into the air. I think that these people are pissed off at God.

Happy Old Year, everyone!

I don't have to go back to work until next year!!

{heh}

Today was/is my 999th on the board (as the P@, at any rate), and I haven't even been there because the work computer is a total FUCKHEAD!!!

In better news, my daughter writes some awesome poetry.

I'm starving, and have nothing to say.

They're just moments. They all pass.

And there will be good ones. Again.

And not so good ones. Again.

So...wait it out. Just wait it out.

Dan Akyroyd (sp?) is cool. I like it when he gets determined. You can hear the Canadian in him. It's manly.In fact, I kinda wish he was our president.
Dude. Why can't we have a Canadian president?
*writes that question down*

How Buffy will probably not end: Everyone dies in some sort of battleistic apocolypse-style thing, except Buffy. As she begins to leave the battlefield, all friends and enemies from the past 7 seasons emerge (much like a surprise party) and tell her that they were all "Just kidding".
Everyone laughs.

So I had the answers to this boq all typed out (save one, which I was doing research for) and then BAM! the computer freakin' crashed. GRRRR!!

I can't wait until the 1990s become fun to remember. Right now it's the 80s, and while that's all ...well, Eighties-ish, I'm really wishing we'd get to the 90s memorabilia time.

Or, barring that, can we just skip ahead to the 2020s? I think that's gonna be the cool time. The next 17 years or so are gonna suck ass, though. [frown]

"Hope we win." [/It's a Pat thing]

[dumb, low pitched voice]
"Durh, hello. I'm an American. I'm a big stupid dumb-bo who only thinks of myself!
If I don't have money, the world must be coming to an end!! Money is all that matters!
And people who live in other countries can just kiss my fat ass.








Can I have fries with that?"
[/dumb, low pitched voice]


GAAAAAAAAAARGGGH!!!

Holy hell he's hungry!
Heh.

Heee!

Okay, stop it.

So, um. Let's see.

I'm wearing my Patrick Squarepants t-shirt that Steph-oid gave me for Xmas. It's great! Paul McCartney is on the TV right now. He's great! I went back to the WD today. That place is great! I posted a few things. Don't know if they're great!, but [shrug] I'm getting back in the posting pattern. Heh. Pat-tern. (I'm easily amused.)

I love my wife. She's so awesome that I just want to explode. Why are there people who are so fucking cool? And what did I do to deserve her? [contented sigh]

Heeee. Cosby.

My belly is grumbling like a grumbling belly.

December of 02 is almost done. Wtf, man. Wtf.

All those Eves are making my eyes see patterns. Like fish. Hmm. Also - lots of Eves is like an early X-Files episode. Remember X-Files? Yeah, me neither. Poor Scully and Mulder. Doomed to obscurity. I bet they've already become Jeopardy! questions. [sigh]

There was a 30th anniversary special of MASH on tonight. (Instead of Firefly. Thanks a ton, Fox) Made me wonder if there'll be a Buffy reunion special thing in even 10 years (after it ends). I'd go to it. Erm...I mean, I'd watch it.

I feel like I'm forgetting something.

OH!!! I am!! Food!!

Today is Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve.

Or, as I like to call it XmasX.

Hope everyone had a good one.

"Holy Shit, it's Christmas!"

I promised Steph I'd save that for her to use on this 25th December, but she forgot. Thus, all mine!!

So, yeah. It came, it saw, it left. Presents were opened, smiles were um...smiled. (Oh, this is totally an UTP@ entry) and the Xmas spirit spirited us all, I'm sure.

Despite some setbacks at Casa de Pat Sr. (aka my parents house), overall it was a really good Decemberween.

Steph's family was yayful, and her meals turned out awesome. (She did burn the bottom of one of them, but that really wasnt' a big deal. It was still delicious.)

Plus!!! Bettie called! Woo! And we got mail! From another WDer! (I don't want to name names, but let's just call her Sas. No, that's too obvious. Let's call her Miss amai....) Granted, said mail was most likely really delivered yesterday, and I just didn't check the amilbox, but it was neat to find mail on a Federal Holiday. [grin]

I'm a hungry hungry hippo (in fact, I'm the Yellow One!!) but I thnk I'll go to bed now instead of eating. Sleep > Food.
Heh. Math.

Okay. Slumber calls.

It's officially Xmas.
I know, because
a) I can tell time. [tongue]
b) "Santa" has visited, putting extra gifts under our tree
c) I'm getting a bit of a sore throat
d) absolutely NOBODY is online right now
e) the AOL Main Page has zero stories about war, smallpox, Trent Lott, or any other nightmare you can think of. Judging just by the stories they're showing, one could assume that there really is Peace on Earth and Goodwill toward (hu)man(s). Yay for kidding ourselves!!!

The rest of the day is gonna be busy. I'll be sure to blog all about it. Consider it my present to you all. [wink]

Merry Humbug!!

And God Damn Us, Everyone!!

Twas the night before the night before Xmas of 2002
Pat was bored at work - "What can I do?"

He listened to tunes on the radio,
but that soon grew boring. Then he said, "I know!!"

And he logged on to blogger, and he posted this poem.
Which will mercifuly be a short little tome. (what?? they can't all be gems)

At home, the gifts were all wrapped and with label.
At work, Pat took a cookie off of the snack room table.

He munched on the sweet little red and green tree,
and thought of Jupe as he typed out "hee hee!"

The cookie was done, and his mouth was now dry.
He drank up his water and said with a sigh,

"I wish that I had a Pepsi to drink.
And also that rhyming words required not to think."

But all was not dark for Pat at that time,
he'd be going home soon. Oops! That didn't rhyme.

So Pat ate lots of cookies, and other great snacks
and mildly wondered about sugar attacks.

And if all this eating, and no exercise
would soon leave him needing new pants. New pants SUPER SIZE.

He shrugged, and his stomach jiggled like a bowl full of jelly.
(This is what happens when your job is just watchin' the telly.)

But Pat was still young, and lazy to boot
so his health was not as important as loot.

And loot there would be, in just 48 hours.
(He hoped that this year Santa'd give him super powers)

Yes, Xmas was only two days away
And Pat suddenly realized he had nothing left to say.

But I heard him exclaim as he logged out of the site
"Aren't you guys glad that I don't write poems every night?"

I heard this story on NPR a few days back, and just had to share.

Dude shoulda bought the extra tickets. [wink]

G-zus.

Well, the dude certainly is well-known. Got to give him that.

Ha! Work computer is working.

For now, at least.

Wow. I STILL have nothing to say.

We're gonna have Spam for lunch today.

SPAM!!

The computer at work is totally trashed. Which means no more onlineness (at work) until at least Monday. Grr.

It's hard to believe that today is Christmas Eve Eve Eve. Still need to wrap Steph's presents.

Sometimes...just sometimes...I wonder why I bother blogging at all.

UTP@ time, folks!!

This may very well be the final UTP@ entry ever! It seems that a coworker is leaving, and therefore my schedule might get tinkered with, thus making all of my nights at work be nights at work, thereby removing the need for me to wake up before the sun does.

453345, I'm tired.

Giant cookies (or something [shrug]) to anyone who figures out the number reference above. [up] (heee. "above", followed by "[up]". similarityes make me smile).

Got another Xmas card in the mail today! From Boo! Plus, Saren got a letter from Merope. I know how to pronounce it, but just now, I really wanted to say it as Me-ropey. IT's funny what sleep deprivation does to you. I think that I might continue to wake myself up at 5:30am one day out of the week, even when I don't have to, just so that I can have the thought processess. Of course, I won't, becasue I'm much too lazy, but it's a neat idea.

When I first woke up this morning, the Police, "Roxanne" was on. Here were my thoughts (I'm amazed I remember them):

I hate everyone. I hate every goddamn thing ever.
(beat)
I hate the bitterness in the world. I'm so sick of it. There are so many people who spend so much of their time angry. Why???
"Annie waits, for the last time."
"Annie waits, for the last time."
"Annie waits, for the last time."
Jesus Christ, the shower door won't close.
"Annie waits, for the last time."
God, it's cold.
Why are so many people so angry so often? God I hate them. I'm so sick of the bitterness.
"If I could be, who you wanted...."
"If I could be, who you wanted...."
"...it wears me out. it wears me out.
It weeeeaaars me oooutt!" (repeat a few times)
I'm hungry.
God, I'm tired.
I'll have to remember these thoughts for my blog.

I had/have lots of thoughts on the current season of Buff-ola, but I don't think I can compress them into a coherent ...thing. RIght now.

Plus, I got to talk to Clark today at work, and that was always fun. It's neat ot have soemone to talk to about Buffy in Real Life. Or, I hsould say, ANOTHER someone. Since I talk to Steph abvout it. Not as much as I'd like to sometimees, for fear taht she'll think I'm a complete geek, but you get my point. Or you don't. [shmirg]
[shmirg] is not a typo, btw. It's a combonation of shrugging and smirking.

Theft is a funny, victimless crime. Remember that, folks.
I need a name for you guys. Like "gentle readers" or "fellow americans"...some kind of group name. Meh. Or plaah, as Jupe would say.

Saren LOVEs homestarrunner.com. She drew a picture of both Strong Bad, and of Homestarrunner, and they are both teh most adorable things EVER.

Remind me later, when I'm coherent (that's like th word of the juor, isn't it? Iv'e used it twice already today) to ramble on about my new thoughts (or newly reorginazed thoughts) on the nature of the universe, and god.

Also, Umeeksk is always online, but ALWAYS away. [odd]

HErmph. I think I've blahed awy enough of your time, and of mine.

I now present, for your reading enjoyment,
The True Story Of Christmas



Our story begins about a year before the First Xmas ever.

It involves a man named Feiz (no "L") Navidad. And his friends and family.

Feiz enjoyed gifts. Getting, giving, buying, exchanging, opening, whatever. If it involved presents, he was all over it. This meant that mostly Feiz went to lots of birthday parties. And also that Feiz had LOTS of birthdays. Since there was no such thing as Palm Pilots, or calendars, most people couldn't remember when they had been born. Therefore, Feiz could say that any day was his birthday. And nobody could dispute it.

However, eventually his friends did get a bit suspicious of his numerous celebrations, and the fact that Feiz never seemed to get older, despite having had 47 birthdays in the past week alone.

Feiz, though, was slow to get the drift, and continued to try the birthday scam. This angered his family, his friends, and even the nicest guy in town, Ebenezer Scrooge. It also ticked off Feiz's landlord, who kicked him out of his apartment.

"Where will Ieth goeth?" Feiz protestethed.

"Bah! I careth not!" sayeth his landlord. "Findeth a hotel! Ifin' they'll put uppeth with your constant birthdays!"

So Feiz packed his belongings (of which there were many, due to his past birthdays) and walked around the town, looking for someone to take pity on him. He found none, because, for whatever reason (probably because it was the Past, and the Past SUCKED ASS) there was no good will toward man.

Feiz continued to walk down 39th street, looking for a miracle.

Instead, he found a large evergreen tree, underneath which he decided to sleep under. To insure that his presents would remain safe, he threw them into the tree.

That night, while Feiz was sleeping, a man who worked at the zoo was on his way home, and passed him. The man's name was Christopher Kringle. Now, Ebenezer Scrooge may have been the nicest man in the town, but there were other folks who occasionally had acts of kindness in them as well. Plus, Chris saw that the homeless guy under the tree owned a lot of stuff.

Chris picked Feiz up, and carried him back to his home. Feiz slept on through the night, reportedly dreaming of sugar plums.

When Feiz woke the next morning, he was in shock to discover that he was inside. Upon seeing his host, he asked where he was, and how he'd gotten there.

Chris responded, "I saweth you in the cold last night, and broughteth you into my home."

"Sir! You are too kind! Sayeth....when's your birthday? I would liketh to repay you in some way." Feiz answered, amazed at this man's hospitality.

Chris Kringle pondered a bit, and then (not suprisingly) saideth: "I know not when my day of birth is."

Feiz smiled, and said the following words which changed all of history.
"Well, sir, I do know when your birthday is. It is today! We shall celebrate with a party unlike any other! It will be a festival! A day of worldwide recognition and gift exchanging! In fact, we shall name the day after you!"

Chris smiled. This sounded great! A day in his honor? A day named after him? Amazing!

They then went about spreading great cheer, giving gifts to everyone they met upon the street. Feiz told everyone who asked that this was because today was his saviour's birthday.

Chris Kringle even went so far as to deliver presents to every house in the city. If someone didn't answer the door, instead of leaving to the next home, he broke in (usually by entering the chimney) and left the gift that way. Of course, this was illegal, and before long the police were looking for Christopher Kringle. So he came up with the alias of "Santa Claus". Problem solved.

Eventually, the idea of giving gifts to people on Chris's birthday (or Christmas as it became known) caught on. It turned out that being nice to people (at least during one part of the year) was not too bad an idea. Soon songs were being written, and it was not long at all before people with commercialism for hearts started advertising the thing on television. Before long, everyone was in the Christmas spirit.

*****

Plaah. That didnt' turn out nearly as well as I had hoped it had. Oh well. Hopefully it got a chuckle or two out of someone somewhere. Merry Xmas, guys.

[chuckles to self] Remember when I wanted to be a writer?

Good times, good times.

On a brighter note, I've come up with a particularly clever little twist to next year's WD gimmick. yay for cleverness! (although at this point I'm always reminded of one of the only lines from Fight Club I can remember: "How's that working out for you?" "What?" "Being clever?" I really need to resee that movie.)

Our cat (who has grown amazingly fat somehow) is eating a bug! Yay for not having to buy pesticide! Nature rules!

I wish I could eat bugs. Then I wouldn't have to buy food. Man, what a life that would be.

So originally we bought this calendar thing for someone, but then we found something better, so I think I'll take the calendar to work tomorrow for the gift exchange. Got to love pawning off unwanted stuff to people I work with. [up]

I'm starving. Why don't the taquitos make themselves? Now that would be a Xmas miracle.

You people are really good people. Especially considering that you're all Internet Weirdos©.

Alias had a truly sad ending last night. [frown] Yes, I realize that I'm a complete dork for being upset over the possible torturing of a fictional character, but, hey, it's what makes me me. [grin]

Did a lotta shopping today (YAY!!!) and then after I got dropped off at work, Steph went out and did even MORE shopping (Ultra-yay!!) and I do believe we are now at the 90% done mark. [woohoo]

Also - whining works wonders!! I made a post the other day bitching about the lack of responses to the final bioboq, and voila! As a direct result, I got 9 new replies! NINE!!!! See? The squeaky wheel does get inflated. Or something.

I missed half of the Bimpsons tonight, but even so, the parts I saw were funny. "Must...save...buffoon." [laughing head]
also: "Jesus is our only king."

My sister's birthday is tomorrow. She'll be 23. Twenty-three!!! Woo!

While putting Saren to bed tonight, she wanted me to sing "19 bottles of beer on the wall". Before I could start, she told me that she had "made up a new part." It goes:
"Zero bottles of beer on the wall.
But wait! Take down the wall!!
And take down the other parts."

Brilliance, thy name is Saren. [smile]

This is not the "great" entry. Not yet.

Today at work I actually watched two of the movies I ran. (Shocking, I know!)
They were Two Hands as mentioned in the previous entry. It was Australian. (as I said to Jupe: "People said, "G'day" and drove on the wrong side of the street and everything!!") Plus, it was narrated by a zombie. Woo!!

The other movie was one I'd seen before, but warranted another looksie, since it's a great film. Goodfellas.

Both of these movies were violent. (Granted, Goodfellas much moreso, but still.)
Both of these movies were about gangs.
Both of these movies had a great deal of smoking in them.

So, yeah, both of these movies were perfect choices for the holiday season!
Because nothing says, "Peace on Earth, goodwill toward (hu)man(s)" like violence and bloodshed.

Now, I'm off to watch Alias.
Happy Holidays!!

Note to self (and anyone else reading): Download Powderfinger's "These Days".

I just saw the movie Two Hands, which contained said song. Me liked. If you're in a Blockbuster, you should try and find it. It seemed like the type of flick that bettie and oslowe would enjoy. [up]

Anywhat, I know that I haven't blogged much recently, and that this entry is kinda dull, but I'm working on an entry that is gonna be great. Trust me...yule love this one. [wink]

{cont from previous entry}

It's funny how see-saw-y my emotions can be. Earlier today I was Mr. Gloom and Doom. Not quite Strong Sad, but pretty close.

Now, things are much much better. Part of it is due to having had a Pepsi (yay for teeth falling out!!) and some pizza (yay for getting fat!!) and some money (just plain YAY!!!). But a lot of it is due to having talked to my wife. She's the best.

Stephanie is funny (dude. More people need to read her blog. And read her email....wait. Um...I mean, she's funny. Trust me. You think you're funny? Well, you're nothing compared to the comic wit that is my wife. (Also me.) [comedy-comedy!!]

She's also reassuring. When the world is grey, and lonely, I just pick up my chin, and grin, and say...wait a second. That's not what I meant. I think the pizza's going to my brain.

It's definitely going to my gut, though.
My pants want to be unbuttoned. And not in the Dirk Diggler type of way.

I miss my daughters still. Yay for days off work!!!!

Other people should update their onlineness things more often. I mean Soupy hasn't said anything on her blog in almost a week now. Beth...has been what, 4 days?THAT'S TOO LONG!!
And mayhem hasn't popped in to comment in ages. [frown]

Chandler is still quoting my blog in her sig, though! That warms my heart just like a microwave burrito!

Tonight, if I remember, I'll finish up my GAP interview. It'll be horrific!!
If I don't remember, this'll work as a reminder to remind me the next time I read it.
Or something.

I heard the Kink's "Living on a thin line" for the first time yesterday. I liked it enough to download it.Woo! WinMX rules!

Twenty-seven years old! Yay!! Normally, of late, (like, the last 7 years or so), when I state my age, it's been a "grr argh"-esque reaction. But I think that it's time I become master of my fate, captain of my soul. So, from here on out, positive outlook. It's COOL to be 27. It's a prime number. (um, except that it isn't...unless it is. [just checked, and it's not])
WHich reminds me. I saw this sign on a church marquee the other day:

God adds and multiplies
Satan subtracts and divides.

Huh.

Both of them are mathematicians.
Who knew?

Anywhat, I guess my point is (hee. point.) that life is what you make of it. And, taking it too seriously is just gonna lead to heartache. And while the occasional heartache is great for art's sake, and perhaps creativity, and also to make you appreciate the good, and also it helps make you stronger... overall nobody really wants it. Yeah.

Neat!!
At 9:01:00pm, on December the 20th, 2003, I will be 900,000,000 seconds old.

I can hardly wait!

And so, I'm offering this simple phrase, for kids from 1992, although it's been said, many times, many ways:
You can't handle! No, you can't handle...the truth!!!


Meh. Fell apart at the end. But, holy smokes, I've seen a lot of those movies.

Ahh, the 90s.

You know, if you don't have a brain, I think you'd get a lot less headaches.

Just sayin', the Scarecrow might've been onto somethin...

Harper: Knock, knock.
Me: Who's there?
Harper: Pickle.
Me: Pickle who?
Harper: Don't cry! It's just a joke!!!

Note that the last two words are said at such a decibel level that the blood has JUST NOW stopped flowing from my eardrums.

Also note that this joke is then repeated by Harper 41 more times.


This morning we had doughnuts for breakfast. I gave the girls' their chocolate covered ones, which they ate quite happily. Once Saren was done with hers, she wanted a jelly-filled. I gave it to her, and she ate a bite, then said she was full, because she had, "already eaten a whole donut, and she can only eat donuts with holes."

God, I love my daughters. [smile]

Whoa, tainted love!

Whoa-oa, ta-ai-nted love!!

Hee.

My belly is all ...upsetish. And I DON'T CARE!!! In fact, I might even daresay that I LIKE it!!

Today is Jupe's birthday. [smile]

Holy shit, it's Christmas.

Well, not yet, but I'm never unamazed at how fast the time flies by. You'd think that by now I'd've grown accustomed to it, but nope.
If I were a lab rat, I'd starve.

I think I want to be a genko. Or a geico. Or a something. I don't know how they spell it, but it's like a geisha. The discovery channel wasn't designed for idiots like me.

Our car is having a sleepover, down at Ted Wein's place. It feels odd.

Man, my belly is just ...dude, isn't 'belly' a funny word? Bell. Eee. I'm laughing myself stupid right now.

Meat may be murder, but hot damn, is it ever tasty.

I'm like RandomP@ today. yay!

Except that there is nothing random. (for a while, my screenname was zerorandom) I gleaned that bit of knowledge [that nothing is random, not my screenname] from some Douglas Coupland book. Most likely Microserfs. If I were to ever read again, I'd probably reread that. Because rereading is the lazy way of ...something. Dude.

Two-thousand-three.

Also, remember how I thought that my 1000th day on the WD would be 12/31/02? Well, I may've miscalculated. But I can't really figure it out. I went to timeanddate.com, and they've got this neat little feature to let you calculate the number of days between two dates, but even with that I don't know for sure. Maybe one of my stalkers with more free time and a bigger brain will work it out for me. [/hint] [smile]

Feckin' hell, some chocolate would be nice right now.

I've been doing catchup at TVWOP, and while they're funny as hell, I think reading negative/sarcastic reviews of shows makes me like them less. I wonder if I'm alone in that.

In 5 years I'll be 32.

Will people ever really grow tired of war? I know I'm sick of it, and I've not really even experienced it. Not really.

Hi, Matt!!

What else?

Oh, I know!

MONKEY!!

I've always relied upon the kindness of, well, not strangers, although that's happened a time or two, but mostly people who are at least "friends" in a very vague sense of the word.

Geez, P@, concise much?

Part of me wants to go back to the board right now, but luckily Common Sense is still with me, and she's telling me that
a) I don't have the time to really visit the hundreds of posts that've been made in my absence
b) I'm sure it wouldn't be worth the visit anyway. Fights and stupid people and whatnot.
c) if I did go back, I'd feel all ultra-guilty for breaking my word.

So.

Tomorrow is Jupe's birthday. She's funny. I left a message on her FOD, and remembered after the fact that the bracket things don't work there. What a stupid piece of software.

I got a ride in to work today from my boss, and I'll be getting a ride home tonight from my coworker. Yay for people doing nice things! (although boo to them for trying to poke holes in my "everyone sucks" theory. [tongue])

Today Saren and Harper helped me clean up the driveway. I swept up 70% of the leaves, and they helped me put them all in a garbage bag.

Also good today: I was feeling all Eeyore-y, and Steph was talking me out of it by telling me all the good things in life. Saren came by and added, "And we've got a great kitty." [smile]

It's 4 weeks until the 31st. Man.

WARNING!!
This entry will be incoherent and maybe depressing.

All people, everywhere, regardless of age, gender, sexual orientation, ethnicity, economic status, intelligence, or anything else SUCK.

Everyone.

you.
me.
Bill Cosby.
Marilyn Manson.
George Bush. (all of them)
Alyson Hannigan.
that person over there.

THEY ALL SUCK!!

People are just crap.

We really really are.


Of course, despite the sucking, there are the good points too.
Like when you get funny emails out of the blue, or when people you like blog....

I've decided that out of all the people I know, I leave the crappiest comments in people's online ...things. I always want to say something witty and funny and insightful, but, let's face it, I'm just not any of those things.

Our car has decided that since we have no money to spend on Xmas (or, you know, really, anything at all) that it will choose now to need repairs. Maybe it's not all people who suck, maybe it's all automobiles. Of course, it's people who make the automobiles, so I guess I was right from the get-go.

I keep meaning to write my next interview for the GAP newsletter, and I was fully intending on doing so today, but then the yuck factor of whateverness took over. [shrug] Hopefully tomorrow.

We always try to change things after the fact. We're a very reactive society, rather than a proactive one. Instead of having people not rely on money so much and doing stressful jobs, we create drugs to get rid of the diseases.
We destroy the world with pollution for decades at a time, then, when it's far too late, we look into alternative methods. Guess we'll eventually get what we deserve.

Note to self: Stop blogging when you've not had a Pepsi. [wink]

So, seeing how it's all Decemberish, and three of the twenty-some-odd radio stations in town are playing holiday music (plus the spanish station that is playing Feliz Navidad NONSTOP!!), I thought I'd comment on some thoughts I've got on Xmas music.

My all time favorite line from any Xmas song ever?

The ox and lamb kept time.
From "The Little Drummer Boy".
For whatever reason, the thought of animals that dumb being able to keep time as though members of a band truly amuses me.

Then, there's the line from...something (I forget which song) that says in it:
There'll be scary ghost stories.
Um...at Xmas?!?!

Another line that bugs Steph is from "I'll be home at Xmas": presents on the tree
She insists that the presents should be under the tree. I'm fairly certain that presents used to go on the tree, and that it has historical creedence, but I agree that it is a silly line.

Speaking of Xmas music, and Cds (well, I wasn't talking about CDs, but I am now.) I saw the PERFECT Xmas compilation CD at Barnes & Noble the other day. It was called "Maybe this Christmas", and here's what made it ideal:
1) The first song was done by Phantom Planet
2) IT HAD A MONKEY ON THE FRONT!!!!
3) The other artists were all gen-x-y cool people too. (I forget who, exactly, but Ben Folds was in there, and Sense Field (whoever that is?) did a cover of "War is Over" that was actually half way decent. [up]

I didn't listen to the whole thing (much as I wanted to) but dude, if I had a spare $160, I'd've bought ten copies, and everyone would get one for the holiday.
So the moral is, people should send me money so I can buy things for them.

I had more Xmas song thoughts, but I'll add them later. maybe it can be a month long thing. You know how I am with "things". [doh2]

WOW!!! The Internet does have a lot of porn.












...or so I've heard.