And the wolves all howl while the world around me dies

Days off are blessings.

A commercial at work informed me today that "the best things in life are free: the sun, the beach, hanging out" I added: "starving".

Because, really, what's better than that?

I think when I go, that's how I'll do it. It'll be on my terms. Sorta.

I don't know either.

I wrote ...I guess 8 years ago... that I was tired of being a freak. And for a while, I stopped being one. I more or less adapted to the Borgian society of just being a good little consumer. Now, though, I'm back to freakville.
Speaking of freakville - there's a city (probably several) in one of those Eastern states called Lynchsburg. Why would anyone live there? Would anybody choose to reside in a city called Rapesville? Or Murdertown? I think not. Or, actually, yeah, I guess people would. Sometimes I find the amount of dislike I have for the human race is astounding.

Maybe it's the ...what's the word? "Cognitive dissonance", I believe it's called... maybe it's because we're all suffering from a huge (I mean huge) case of cognitive dissonance. Because we keep attempting to tell ourselves that money isn't the most important thing, but then we act as though it is. Because what are you gonna do - starve?

My mind is too jumbled with negative thoughts. I've been storing them up for the past ...however long... and now that I'm blogging, I can't get them out fast enough or in a linear..ish fashion. I apologize for that. Hopefully some of what I'm saying is making a modicum of sense. ("What's a modicum?")

I can't breathe. Heh. Liz Phair is in my head now. "Why can't I breathe, whenever I think about you?" I was going to use that song lyric question in a boq someday. Guess I still can.

Funniest thing ever! - At work, there's a reporter who ...blah. Long story short - He mistyped something on a sheet of paper that he was reading from. It was in regard to the ever lovely, "War on Terrorism". He had typed "War on Tourism".

God, if only.

I have the ability to ...er. Nevermind. Sometimes it's better to not play your hand so soon. Ya know?

My throat still hurts. The fuck?

Sometimes...this is so wrong. God, no wonder I'm not a writer.

It's almost December, moving on to other news (not that I've said anything I wanted to), so that's ...something. I need to email both Jupe and Heath. Bout different things, but now I've reminded myself to do so. Of course, it'll have to wait til tomorrow, since I can't switch over to my mail yet. (We're downloading music)

I'm only on page 34 of Paula. Hrm.

Well, this was a jumbled maelstrom of an entry, but I'm starving (ha!) so I guess it'll have to do.

Gagum.

And then, on the fourth Thursday of the 11th month, you're supposed to show thanks for everything. Finally, a holiday that gets it kinda right. (Yeah, I don't know either.)

The past two days were of the sore-throat variety. It's been a while since I've been ill, but I'm happy to report that it's still as crappy to go through as I remember it being. Yay for things that don't change!!

Yesterday, when I was in the midst of the sore throatness, Steph called me and informed me that my sister and my brother-in-law were both suffering from strep. Since we had just spent time with them, this did not bode well for me in my condition. Or the girls, either, since they'd likely catch it from me.

Today, though, when I woke up, the sickness was (more or less) gone!

HA!! Take that, mystery illness! My antibodies can Kick. Your. Ass!! [/US Military voice]

So, yeah, I'm thankful for my health. And my family. And food! Holy mother of stuff food is great! Steph prepared a turkey and it was yummy as all get-out. (What does that even mean?!) She also made mashed potatoes, pasta salad, stuffing, cranberry sauce (that required opening a can - I did that part.), rolls, and Pepsi. Yes. She made the Pepsi. Stop looking at me that way.

We ate earlyish, because I had to go to work at 3. Then, when I got to work, it turned out there really wasn't much for me to do. So, once everything was done-done, my coworkers agreed to let me leave early! Awesome!

Now I think I'm going to go eat some cherry pie. Because it smells really good. I realize that scents aren't able to be conveyed online (yet) but trust me on this one.

Blog challenge!!

In the month of December, I'm going to blog at least once every day.

Anyone else with me on this one?

Guess who was in an accident yesterday.

I'm okay. The car is okay (but it's pride is hurt. [rimshot]).

Cars suck.

I'm starving. I think I'll go purchase some Taco Bell.

Clarification.

In the last entry, when I said:

Seriously, though, I hope they lock the fucker up. If he gets away with this, I'm moving to another country.

I meant whomever winds up being guilty. Either Michael Jackson, if he is a pedophile, or the child bringing the false accusation forward, if Jackson is innocent.

Either way, someone should be punished.

I should have been more specific. I apologize for any inconvience this may have caused.

More Jackson thoughts.

Because the topic just hasn't been beaten dead enough yet. [rolleyes]

I think the King of Pop (hee!) might be a shape-shifter. But you know how in the movies, the shape-shifting aliens do it in a fraction of a second? He takes a long time to change form.

Also, I think maybe that he's like Saddam Hussein, and has doubles placed around. That's why he was able to turn himself in in California, and then be spotted later the same afternoon in Vegas. And perhaps this would explain why he's claiming to be "innocent". One of his doubles is truly guilty. [smirk]



Seriously, though, I hope they lock the fucker up. If he gets away with this, I'm moving to another country.

One more to go.

Thankfully the year is almost over. Just one more batch of PMQs to get through.

Not that I haven't enjoyed the PMs and whatnot, it's just...[sigh] Coming up with questions each month is hard. Answering them is harder.

What are you thankful for?
and
Who are you thankful to?
Nothing, and nobody. I'm a selfish, ungrateful piece of shit who takes everyone and everything for granted.



No, really.

Back in May, I asked a non-question: Name an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This month, I'll ask another non-question: Name an episdoe of Angel. (Again, I'm curious to see if anyone names the episode I'm thinking of, and also if any episodes get multiple votes.)
The episode I was thinking of was Fredless. Nobody mentioned that one.

"Well, who else did you know? What other famous people did you know?"
"famous" from the board = laser_doc, sarennharpersmom, bettie, oslowe, Del, mUrt, CassyLee, mayhem, Becky (mayhem's better half), sarennharper, starshine, Starspawn, Bally, Steorra, jadde, Aexia, The_Count, Jamie Marie, Great Attractor, Jewels, kirielle. I feel like I'm forgetting someone.
Famous from not the board = Ben Folds (from Ben Folds Five), Danny Elfman (from Oingo Boingo), Shirley Manson (from Garbage), Mark Slaughter (from Slaughter), Jill Sobule, Ian Ziering (from Beverly Hills, 90210), and probably a dozen or so local 'celebrities' (weathercasters, folks from local commercials, etc).
("Change" by Boingo) - sidenote: this is one of my all time favorite songs. I've referenced and/or used it in boqs more than any other song. This time, I believe, makes #7.

What is your favorite mondegreen? (feel free to cite more than one)
A mondegreen is a misheard lyric.
I've had several million, I'm sure, but my favorite (or at least, the only one I can think of right now) is:
"Shoot the children, with no shoes on their feet." (Whoa, there's a solution.)

[laugh]

What should you be doing now instead of this?
Sleeping. Or eating.

Um...
Sleeping.

"Does anybody know how the story really goes Or do we all just hum along?"
Yes.
("Big Bang Baby" by Stone Temple Pilots)


In general, do you feel older than your age, or younger?
Yes.
Mostly older. Lately I've been thinking of myself as already being in my 30s. [shrug]

One year from this month will be an election year in the US. Gaze into your crystal ball and sum up what you see.
That's not a question. But...
*shakes 8-ball*
MY SOURCES SAY NO

Hmm. That can't be good.

What's the last thing you remember dreaming about?
Cotton candy. And giddiness.
It's rather vague, actually.

"Is you am a dog?"
I is not.
("How many cans?" by Soul Coughing)

and finally...

What else ya got?
Heh. Yeah, those were bad times. Bad times.

I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me.

I think other people get spam for larger penises, house mortgages, credit card applications, and the like.

Me? I get stuff trying to sell me prescription drugs.

Viagra (so, I guess the penis enlargement group has their hands in everything), Claritin, that one memory drug I can't remember the name of, Soma, Xanax, Prozac, Didrex...dude. What are they trying to say?

God, I need some caffeine.

Why do all my ideas happen away from the computer?

I know I had things to say yesterday when I couldn't blog. Now that I can...

In other news, The Nightmare Before Christmas is going to be on in a few minutes. Danny Elfman is kick ass.

*chirp*

So it's winter-ish here in Sin City, and that means all the bugs are dying. Or dead.

Or, in our case, trying to find a warm place to hide out. And the warmest place a nest of crickets has found happens to be inside our walls.

It's great, though, because now whenever I tell a joke, there's the cricket chirp that I so require for an even greater punchline.

I want a Pepsi.

Life goes by so fast. You only want to do what you think is right. Close your eyes and then it's past.

Story of my life.

And, Soupy, I do believe that that is the longest blog title ever. [tongue]

So, yeah. I remember how to blog. Do ya believe that?

Heh. I'm chuckling to myself now because I also seem to have remembered how to blank out. Joy.

Lately, when I watch the news, I just have to shake my head in amazement. GAWD!

Er..I mean: I KNOW!!!

I think: "But then he just vomitted, and all was well with the world." is probably the funniest thing I've said in ages. Hmm. I need to say more stuff, I guess.

Dude!! I totally met real life WDers! Like, two weeks ago, but still! Starshine and Bally and Jamie and Aexia and several others. Granted, I wasn't the best conversationalist with anyone, but I'm not real well known for that skill.

I still want to meet imissoz, but I think that's gonna have to wait a while to happen. I mean, Australia isn't even going to ram into Asia for another 500 million years. [sigh] (I know that from a Jeopardy! question!)

Remember when I was supposed to write a novel this month?

Ha!

Ha! I say!

Tomorrow is payday.

Um.

Oh! The dictionary? That wonderfully cool book of words? 'tis meant to be a descriptive book, not a prescriptive one. Just so ya know.

I've missed talking to people online. I haven't really read any blog entries in about a week, and I feel all...not connected. Guess I better go reread that prophecy about myself to remind me why I do it all.
"Don't forget you're here forever." = "Do it for her."

My brain works in weird ways sometimes.

Hey! Random..ish question! Why are movies hyped? I mean, everyone who saw Lord of the Rings 1 & 2 is gonna see 3, so why promote it? Why build it up? Because if I've learned nothing else in my 28 plus years of life (and I haven't) it's that hype always disappoints. Look at the Matrix trilogy. All of those people were salavating because of the promos (I still haven't seen 2) and they were all disappointed. They should've not pumped so much money into trying to make a movie look good, especially when folks were already hooked. I'm not making any sense. Whatever.

You know when you're on the news (or, rather, when you see other people on the news) and a graphic (known as a "mat" in the biz) comes up that says the persons' name, along with a brief description of why they deserve to be on TV pops up? Like:

Dawn Summers
Witnessed Vampire Attack

or

Mr. Owl
Knows How Many Licks It Takes

How would you like to be immortalized like that? Your whole existence (descriptive - not prescriptive!) summed up with just a few words:

the P@
Dork

Speaking of whatever I'm talking about, I
have benn typing in spurts and

now have hit another major snag.

It's ..my brain is the way it is.

OH! We may be able to go see Disney's Haunted Mansion for free. Boo ya! Heh.

Money money money.

Aww. Poor Buffy has a bald spot. Actually. I think she should've done an episode bald. Hairless Buffy = Kick. Ass.

We rented some movies from the library, and we still hve n't watched any of them. We're dumb sometimes.

2004!!! Four!!!!

OH!!!!!!! This won't really be funny ...unless I can find a pic of him online, or unless you come to Vegas and see what I'm talking about, but I'll share anyway. We have an "entertainment reporter" (Guy is his name) and he's really a very funny and very nice...guy. So I mean this in the nicest way. And it is a compliment, of sorts.

He's Lorne.

If you were to dye him green and give him horns, I swear to god, Guy would be Lorne. Sometimes I do work in a pretty cool place.

Holy blank, I'm hungry.

And I've been typing for a hudnred ckabillion years. So.

Dissolve, cue.

Not enough time.

It's late in the afternoon and I have a gabillion emails to respond to, probably a gabillion PMs, I still haven't done the dishes, the trash still needs to be taken out, and I've yet to do any work on my novel today.

I'm simply blogging to say that if you've contacted me recently (you know who you are ...and so do I), I'm not ignoring you. I'm just putting you on hold temporarily. [chompers]

Mmmmm. Lack of accomplishments.

So, we got like nothing done today.

Not entirely true, of course. But it feels that way right now, since it's 10:16 at night and I'm exhausted, and I didn't do any writing on my novel (WAAH!!) and we didn't get the car reregistered at the DMV....[sigh]

We did pay the cable bill. So that's something. We also finally got around to buying Majorca's Mask (YAY!!) and some Donkey Kong game for the N64 (YAY!!) but it appears that MM has a glitch, and freezes once you get the Acorn of Time back. [frown] Guess we'll be returning that shortly.

This whole waking up at 8 in the morning deal? It's odd. It makes the day seem so much longer than it truly is. Also, it makes me really freakin' tired much earlier than usual. I'm not sure I like it.

What was the other thing I wanted to say? I don't recall. But mostly I'm just upset that I didn't write anything in my novel. The first two days I did ...okay. And today, zip. Not good.

JFK blown away, what else do I have to say?

Not much, apparently.

Time to make the donuts pay the cable bill!

Saren's Postcard Project

Saren is going to be doing a postcard project and we are looking for some people to help her out with it. If you would like to participate, here is what you will do: Saren will send you a Las Vegas themed postcard that might say something about what it's like living here (or it might not, she's much better at reading than writing at this point), and you send her back a postcard from the area where you live (preferably with a picture of something near you, or the landscape near you) telling her something about what it's like to live where you live. If you would like to help us out, just email me (the email me link is on the left) with your address. If we don't already know you, then please include in your email something that allows us to get to know you before we go sending you our address (like a paragraph or two telling us who you are or a link to your website or weblog). Thanks!