Movie talk

Upcoming movies I want to see:
Bruce Almighty ~ Jim Carrey with Godlike powers. Based on a true story.

Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines ~ I still haven't even seen any of the trailers, but I'm all for flicks (or books) about killer robots. Go homicidal robots!!

Those Matrix flicks ~ Mmm. Special effects.

Dreamcatcher ~ I read the book, and liked about 50% of it. (I don't remember much of what happened, though.) Plus, correct me if I'm wrong, but isnt' the director of this movie the same guy who directed Superman (and Superman 2)? Those movies rocked.

Finding Nemo ~ Pixar makes movies that make me spend money on toys!!

Upcoming movies I don't want to see:
Anger Management ~ Adam Fucking Sandler is working with Jack Nicholson. Jack Nicholson!! Sigh.

Cradle 2 The Grave ~ Maybe I'd want to see this if I'd seen Cradle 1.

A Man Apart ~ Vin Diesel needs to be sent away.

Pretty much every other movie.

So last night we went to see Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (finally. Although now we only have to wait 10 more months to see #3. Haha to those of you who saw it opening night and had to wait an additional 2 months. [tongue])
And now, because I enjoy being mocked, I shall present you with some of my more moronic thoughts that occured to me during/shortly after watching the movie. Yay!
Warning: Spoilers for LotR:TTT ahead.

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[-] Okay, so the freaky-skinned guy who was controlling the King (Steph told me afterward that he's name was Ringworm. (or something)) went back to Sour-man. But at the end of the movie, the Trees (I refuse to write Ents) broke Sour-man's dam. My question is: What happened to
a) Ringworm
and
b) Sour-man.

[-] I got the Elvish father and the Elvish Army leader confused.

[-] I got Borimir's brother (what was it...Fur-amir?) and the King's bannished son (the ones who surrounded Aragon, Gimli, and Legolas) confused.

[-] They start the movie with me having to see Gandalf "die" again?! Bastards!!

[-] I thought of Lord of the Drinks, like, 30 times.

[-] I thought of bettie's blog, like, 3000 times.

[-] Stolen from Steph's blog: Gimli was right. He is funny because he's short.

[-] Holy fucking shit it was FREEZING in the theatre.

[-] Who was the actor that played the RingWraith? I couldn't quite put a name to the face.

[-] Gollum was simultaneously apalling and sympathetic.

[-] I totally can't keep the "countries" and "kingdoms" straight. Steph was explaining how Ramen is a different country than Gondor, and I think I understand better, but my brain just works better with names I'm familiar with. Maybe I should either read the books, or rewatch the films.

[-] I can't wait for the third movie.

We played "The Game of Life" today. I totally lost. It was funny, because I was a doctor, who only made 50,000 a year. And I bought a house for 160,000. And I had a carful of kids that I couldn't support.
Oh well, it was fun.

Wow. It's already 6pm. The day just flies by when you don't wake up until noon.
It's raining. All freaking week long, according to the online weather folks. I finally have days off work, and it rains. [sigh]

It's funny how some people can make bitterness funny, while others are just ...bitter.

New Buffy tonight! Huzzah!

My newest theory (I'll add it to my control panel when I'm feeling less lazy) is that Spike is faking his soulledness. Granted, there's evidence on the show that proves this wrong, but as I told bettie, with the way they've been ignoring continuity lately, maybe I'm onto something!!

And now, Saren will take over my blog:

I love watching TV. I love watching Darkwing Duck. And Gargoyles. And many more.
And I know the alphabet. A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y and Z now I know my abcs next time won't you sing with me?
I don't have anything else to say. [/Saren]

10 months until Xmas. Better get shopping now.

My wife pretty much covered it.

It's been the most amazing five years ever. And it can only get better.

ily, SR1484. Thank you for improving my life beyond my imaginings.

You're such a dork.

Much of this might not make sense. [/forewarning]

Gah. No tools. And no blocks, either. Pity. Maybe I'll do some more searching tomorrow.

Why is everyone else so much smarter than I am? I read other people's blogs, and I'm just in awe. And I don't leave messages because I really have nothing intelligent to add. I feel bad. I want to say things to Del or starshine or Jess or Beth or anyone else who I "stalk", but I open up the messenger-dealio and then sit there going, "a-durh" Bah. Maybe I'll just start adding completely pointless messages that have nothing to do with anything. That will win me friends. [rolleyes]

It's all about winning. And popularity.

The wrong person went to Hell. It's not fair.

My throat is developing a bit of a tickle. I'm not exactly fond of this development.

So, I finally won Buffy the Vampire Slayer the Board Game!! I discovered the secret to my winning.

Play against a five year old. [smile]

Although Saren said that next time we play, she wants to be evil.

As stated in my "description", I'm growing tired of changing it with each entry. (It's difficult to come up with something witty 24/7) So, feel free to toss around any descriptions you think would be apropos for this little blog. The winner will get ...well, the reward of seeing their suggestion used by yours truly.

Gargoyles was a pretty decent show. Saren's totally into it. I think that it has a lot of simliarities to Angel, but I'm too tired to type them out right now.

No, she wasn't. But that's just my opinion.

I need to follow that link.

Ooh! Speakign of links, I need to make my blog more ...linky. I want to have a list of links on the side, such as Soupy and Beth have. ...I've got link envy. [wink]
Maybe later. I think for now I'm going to go watch Ebert & Roeper. They're reviewing (among other things) The Life of David Gale, which is one of those movies that I really want to see (because of the spots for it), but will probably only end up ever seeing the spots. And the review.

I seem to have vanished for a bit. Back now.

Tired, but back.

Um. Wow, I have no energy. Fun!

Whee!!

Who is someone that you do not know very well, but you consistently read their posts?
From the "gone but not forgotten" file: Fishboot, Lucretia, AlyKat, morgan, Hi there
From the "still there, but I'm a chicken shit who has nothing of interest to bring to the conversation so I don't bother getting to know them, even though they seem totally cool" file: Zeus, Zer0Signal, Coiled Soul, cub, racharoni (from the limited exposure I've had to her posts, she's really nifty), imissoz, Scooter, Jim_Classe, jessemock (love/hate thing with this person, actually), Sandy_Claws (probably the most interesting poster on the board), Valerie, Rob, Nos402/Fuchsia, mUrt, and most likely a hundred other folks. It's really pathetic how little I know about these people I consider friends.

WD Risk is in the planning stages. It's gonna be really really fun. Would you be willing to play?
[sigh] Assuming I still make the game, I won't have much choice, will I? [doh2]
When I originally wrote this question, I was totally into the idea of playing this. I still might, but right now...I dunno. Seems like a lot of work. And that it might end up being like the real game of Risk, wherein it takes far too long to complete. I don't think people will have the patience to play the game to completion. We'll see.

In America, February is one of the month of "sweeps" (where advertisers look critically at the ratings of programs. Therefore, many 'ratings stunts' are pulled during February. [and November and May, the other two months]). What should Buffy and/or Angel do for a ratings gimmick?
Hmmm. How's about cloning Buffy?
Or turning Angel into a lobster?
Or ...this.

"What do we do when our shirt is all covered with mustard?"
We get the mustard oouuutt!!
Most folks got that.
("We gotta be clean" by Guster)

I've grown a beard during the past month. What's something you've done to alter your appearance recently?
You know those Groucho glasses? I wear those all the time.

Suppose you were going to send me an ice sculpture. What would it be in the shape of? (remember to keep shipping and Las Vegas temparature's in mind)
A lot of these questions don't really apply to me, now do they?

If I were to make you a CD, what song should I have it begin with to capture your interest?
Like I'd ever listen to anything you sent me, you stupid bastard.

Link me to something funny. (bonus points if it's something I've not seen before)
Figured I'd simply link to the links that were provided for me. [grin]

Sasami
racharoni
Lab
Soupytwist
bananagirl
tkf
Jupe
Nosferatu2182
grace
techboy
HyperOnion
Loki (warning: Surreal as hell)
Boo
Truman (and another one by Truman)
Bally
talula sent me two links.
starshine
Rob
Nos402
thorsdad
CassyLee
bettie
imissoz
pellenaka

whew!!


What flavor of Kool-Aid best represents you?
Jim Jones.
or one of those kind that changes colors. Like the one that looks green, but tastes like cherry. [up]

Apparently, buying drugs supports terrorism. Driving SUVs supports terrorism. What else supports terrorism?
Training bras?

Whose 15 minutes of fame are over, but they are still trying to squeeze another few minutes in?
George W. Bush
(um...I might've switched my last two answers)

What's the best (or worst, your choice) pick up line?
Best: "So, what kind of writing do you do?" (hehehe)
Worst: "Wanna fuck?"

What's the best (or worst, your choice) way to say I love you?
Best: "So, wanna fuck?"
Worst: "So, wanna fuck...my friend?"

What's the best (or worst, your choice) way to break up with someone?
"Can you hear me now?" (cell phone humor. Classic)

and finally....

How many PMs do you have in your inbox?
*checks*
84.

It's been a rough month.

Time for Smallville!!

Has anyone heard from Amy since the 13th?

I miss her.

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti

Hee.

As I sat in the turn lane, the blinker began to hypnotize me.
The emerald green arrow flashing. There. Gone. There. Gone.
The tick-tick-ticking that accompanied it lulled me into a dreamlike state. The meaning of everything was sudd...the light changed, and I drove away.

Life is really good.

Got pizza in my belly.
Had some Pepsi.
Got a good night's sleep.
Listened to They Might Be Giants on the way into work.
Traffic wasn't bothersome at all.
I'm airing Star Wars: A New Hope tonight at 8pm.
Tomorrow is the 300th episode of the Simpsons! (woo-hoo!)
The weather outside is wonderful!
I've got Cat's Cradle to read later on.
There's a new Alias tonight.
Got Valentines/ a letter for Saren in the mail today from Bethy.
I'm blogging. And happy.

Life is good. [grin]

My only complaints?

I'm not at home with the girls and Stephanie.
Haloscan seems to be taking lessons from FOD on how to suck.

Congratulations! You're Sam!


Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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Well, DUH!! [wink]

The quiz is quite amusing, though.

GRR.
Why do my archives keep disappearing?

It's already midmonth! Holy hell!

So the other day I was thinking that the human race is going to get whatever it deserves. Mostly, get wiped the fuck out by nuclioid war. This thought was brought on by watching the Fucking News ®, and Maury. and while we still may (hurray for killing millions due to PRIDE, christ what a stupid reason for war), I don't know whether we deserve it.

Money fixes everything.

God, I love money.

I just spent about two or three hours at the board. I still haven't read all of my PMs. And I didn't respond to any of the PMQs, like I should have.
I did post, though! Yay!

Backwards day is being pushed back. (heh) The reasons for this are:
1) We didn't wake up until noon-thirty. (Well, actually, I woke up around 8, and tossed and turned and slept again until noon)
2) Harper was quiet ill when she woke up. She was not lively at all, and her face was very pale. She had a bit of a fever, and complained of a having a headache. Later, she threw up. [frown] RIght after that, she was fine.
3) Steph is sick now. She's been lying on the couch, trying to muster up enough energy to do anything. [frown]
4) It's a grey and loveless day.
5) It would just be better to do "backwards day" sometime next week when we've been able to plan it better.

I'm a quiet person.
To borrow a (para)phrase from Victor (does Victor read this? if so, "Hi, Victor!"), I can make Oz look like a blabber-mouth.

The whole "small talk" thing? I understand it, but I don't like it. I'd much rather experience awkward silence. Or non-awkward silence. Silence is freakin' golden, man. Hush was a great episode for a reason.

Anywhat, I wasn't always this way. I have audio tapes of me as a child (6-ish, I suppose.) and I just blathered on like there was no tomorrow. I also have memories of being much more talkative when I was younger.

I wonder when it changed. And why. My theory is that at some point in my development some adult (or more than one?) made it clear to me that my constant yammering was irritating.

Saren and Harper are very talky. I love them for it. I hope that they always remain that way.

In other news, tomorrow is Backwards Day. Should be nuf. [kniw]

I have a headache. This is going to be a whining entry, so consider yourself forewarned. [wink]

I miss the board. It's been over a week since I was there last, and then all I did was make the archived polls for the new Buffy & Angel eppies. [frown]

I miss mayhem's jabs at Soupy. And Chandler's amazingly funny...everything.
I missed Crystal's 5555th post, and that fills me with more saddness than hearing about a murder on the Fucking News ®
I miss the boqs, I miss the sticky post review threads. I miss fixing morons spoiler tags. I miss the back stabbing and betrayal and depressing feeling I used to get when I would see people fighting. I even, god help me, miss the stupid people.
And I really miss PMs. I sent out the Feb. PMQ ...what? 11 days ago now? And I have read 2 of the responses, I think.
[FROWN]

I've been gone too long. And it's not like I want to be gone. It's work. And I'm REALLY beginning to resent it.

But the board isn't the only place I've been neglecting due to being overworked. I haven't been able to properly catch up on other people's blogs in forever either.

Also...something. I don't remember what. I'm ultra tired. But not UTP@. I just have a headache, and I'm hngry, and headachey and all around just BAH-Meh-grr!

Soon, very soon I'll go back to the forums and do a massive catchup on everything. It'll take me 30 or 40 hours straight, but it'll be worth it.

Um.

Work sucks.

That is all.

Well.

I suppose after a week of non-updateness, I should pull out all the punches and have something really amazing here, huh?

Fat chance.

The past week, I haven't even checked my email. (In my mind, the word "email" was said like Homestar would say it. "eeee-mail") I finally cracked today. I had 28 emails. Quite a bit of it was spam.

So, I've been off the computer for nearly 7 days. Why?

I don't know, really. I wasn't exactly training at work (although the new girl was there, just being trained by someone else), but while I was working, I simply didn't have the desire to go online. (I guess I was "setting a good example") And when I would get home, I was just too tired to bother.
Two nights back I had a dream in which I went back online, and had an overwhelming sense of ...overwhelmingness. Which, really, just means that I felt too much had happened in my absence to catch up on. The only part of the dream I remember clearly was getting an Instant Message from HyperOnion, in which he made reference to the phrase "Fim, Fam, Fum."
I had no idea what that meant (I still don't), but concluded that he was meaning "Fee Fi Fo Fum" from Jack and the Beanstalk fame, but Onion assured me that that was not what he was talking about.

I did finish my Terminator book. It had a "middle book" feel about it, so I suppose I've got to wait another year or so until the third book comes out. Other than that, though, it was entertaining enough.
I started to read "The Coming", and got about 40 pages in. I haven't picked it up in days.

At the beginning of Feb. I started a new project. I've decided to listen to all of our cassette tapes. While in the car. (The radio just got all sucktastic. Well, actually, the radio was always sucktastic, I just finally drew the line and said, "Hey, we've got all these tapes that we never listen to...") Currently in the tape deck? A mixed tape of Steph's that is The Pixies on one side, and Juliana Hatfield on the other. "This monkey's gone to heaven." =)

I've got a bit of popcorn kernel in my teeth, and it's driving me insane.

Earlier today, when I finally came back to the all-embracing Internet, I was blog hopping, and I noticed a few people with these chat-box type deals. I considered putting one on my blog (and I still might) but it does appear to be something done mainly by preteen...types. Of course, mentally, I'm on par with a twelve year old, so there ya go.

I've developed this nervous eye-twitch. Only it happens all the time, not just when I'm nervous. I don't like it.

There's something ...unique about this blog entry. Points to anyone who can pinpoint what I'm thinking of. (I don't know what these "points" are going toward. Perhaps they're like points on Whose Line Is It Anyway? and they simply don't matter. Much like the old "Pat is weird" donation fund thing.)

Speaking of money (sorta), Jupe, I owe you a quarter. Luckily it's not a quarter for each stupid thing said, otherwise, hoo-boy.

What else?

Um...

Huh. I had a whole lot to say (well, duh, seeing how I've been away for so long) but now I can't seem to remember any of it. Ain't that how it always goes?

OH!!! Today was like time-warp to 1992 day. First, when I was still home, we were watching SNL repeats on Comedy Central. They were the ones with Sharon Stone guest starring (musical group: Pearl Jam) and then whats-her-name...Tom Cruise's wife? OH! Nicole Kidman. (musical group: Stone Temple Pilots)
Then, at work, the movie that was ending at 3 was Singles. My 3pm movie was The Bodyguard and my 8pm movie was Pretty Woman (I think that might be 89...91? Whatever) It was totally 1992 day. Stuff was funny back in 1992. And now it's all old. Which makes me a little bit sad.

Speaking of sad, we saw Jungle Book 2 today. As my wife said, it had a very "direct to video" feel to it. But, hey, it was free.

All right. I've rambled enough. I think I've learned my lesson in regards to staying away from onlineness. Of course, I haven't gone to the forums in a week either, and I know I've got a number of PMs to read/respond to, in addition to all the posts.

Happy
Groundhog
Day!!

We went to the library today, and my library card is all rebalanced at zero. ($20.75 fine. Procrastination can be pricey)
I'm all excited about my books. They're crappy, because I don't read "literature", but screw class.

The four books I checked out:

Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
I've read it before, but it was a while back, so I thought I'd reread it.

Instant Karma by Mark Swartz.
About an anarchist planning on blowing up a library. Got to love cynical, sadistic stuff like that.

(I couldn't find this on Amazon) but the third book was a sci-fi book about aliens coming to earth and our reaction to it. [shrug]

And
T2: Rising Storm by S.M. Stirling

This is the one I'm all giddy about (and the first one I'm reading). Stirling wrote a sequel to T2: Judgment Day (It was T2: Infiltrator) that I read about a year ago, and really enjoyed. It did, however, leave a few loose ends. So I was quite happy to find that he'd written another book in the T2 series. [grin] As I said, it's not Dickens, or anything that'll ever hit the New York Times Bestsellers list, but dude! Killer robots from the future!!

We watched Alias last night. It's amazing how much better a show that is than Buffy is of late. There's even a (semi) similar plot thing going on, but Alias is pulling it off 1000 times better than BtVS. [smile] (I'm trying to be vague for those spoiler-phobes out there.)

Wow. I really want some ice cream.

So, Puxatawney Phil saw his shadow today. No big surprise, given his history.

Saren, Steph and Harper made Groundhog puppets yesterday. We played with them a little bit today. I even made them sing Sheryl Crow songs. [wink]

It's weird how normally today is a great big deal for me. (Well, I like to pretend that it is) But I haven't even logged onto the board. And I don't think I will. Last year around this time, I know I made some sort of noise about the date (02/02/02) and I think I posted my "Believe it or boq" post. I'm just in a meh-mood with the board, I think. It'll circle back around, I'm sure.

Well, I'm off to go get absorbed into a book. Yay books!

I am 55% Internet Addict

I am pretty addicted, but there is hope. I think I'm just well connected to the internet and technology, but it's really a start of a drug-like addiction. I must act now! Unplug this computer!

Take the Internet Addict Test at fuali.com

I am 57% Evil Genius

Evil courses through my blood. Lies and deceit motivate my evil deeds. Crushing the weaklings and idiots that do nothing but interfere in my doings.

Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com

I really don't know what to say. Two space shuttle explosions in my lifetime is two too many.

Meanwhile, despite the facts that
a) I've seen it a hundred times
b) it's edited, and therefore not as good
c) it's not that great a movie
d) you'd think I'd have had enough explosions today

...I still sat down and watched Die Hard 2: Die Harder at work.

And, yes, I got a thrill out of watching John McClane shoot people, and watching the bad guys get blown up real good.

Yippie-kay-ay, my friends. Yippie-kay-ay.

You know what bugs me about religion? (Well, lots, but I'm thinking of just one thing right now.)

The egocentricness of it all.

If there really is some all powerful God up there, to think that it would be so utterly concerned over the minutiae of your life (or, really, any of the stuff going on on Earth) is laughable at best.

I'm sure there's some sort of connection to be made between this thought and the whole concept of blogs, websites, and posting stuff like this, but I'm too tired/lazy/stupid to find it right now.
Perhaps God will shed some light on the subject. I know the Almighty reads my blog, after all.

Guess who knows the principal's secret.

Wow. I'm so not in the mood to write right now.

Well, that's not technically true. I just don't have anything to write about.

Yesterday I (half)jokingly suggested to Steph that I get a feature on my blog that sends out email notifications whenever I update. (And that it would be nice if other people had those too)

Got paid today. Money makes things better.

They've hired a new person!! She starts two weeks from now. YAY!!

Now the bad news: for the next two weeks, I'm still on 6 day work weeks. AND guess who is doing the training. [sigh]

Yesterday was fun. We went to the park, which is freakily right next to a police substation. While Saren and I were swinging, we looked over at a police officer getting into his cruiser. He had an extremely large gun. Like AK-47 big. Note to self: Avoid confrontation with Las Vegas police. (at least until I'm better armed. [wink])
Saren suggested that he was going to "keep the bad guys away from her phone." [up]

Steph wants to make a volcano with the girls. I want to be involved with this too. Only I want to have a miniature city with citizens fleeing. Maybe I'll use the Zombies!! pieces. [wink]

We've determined that Stephanie is part cat. This is because she needs 15 hours of sleep in order to function. Also because she bathes herself with her tongue.
(love ya, honey. [smile])

OOOOH! Feb. is just a few days away. PMQ for all! (I've already got the questions typed up. And saved on my other blog. Yay for other-blog!)

Um...

Doh. I keep forgetting to get phone numbers from people. And/or give ours out. And write letters. Gah. All the time my brain is a big ol' forgetting machine.

The song was "Vogue" by Madonna. Yes, I deserve whatever mocking you dish out.

I hope Chandler returns soon. I've missed her.

I do love these random thought entries, don't I?

In [some undetermined amount of time] we're going to go back to the library. (We've not been there since...God..November?) When we go, what should I pick up to read?

Had the windows rolled down today. It's so nice out. If only it could stay this way year round.

I think my only complaint with blogger would be that it doesn't come with a comment feature built-in. Haloscan is sometimes womlu, and that irritates me. [/whining of spoiled homo sapien]

I wonder if chimps look at chimp porn.

Pepsi is great. I wish I had one right now.

If you could see 2000 years into the future, would you really be able to tell what the hell was going on? Even if you could, you most likely wouldn't be able to understand what was being said. Assuming that your native language was still being spoken, I doubt that you'd know half the words, and who is to say that the meaning wouldn't have changed for the words you do recognize? I mean, just 3 years ago, "boq" was either what chickens said, or a "bachelor's office quarters" (or the Bank of Queensland), and now...
Plus, 2000 years from now would just be scary to witness, I would think.

Wow. I've written a lot for not being in a writing mood.

Dinner time!

I think they've taken these off the air (and replaced them with a new batch) but oh well. I promised a tirade, and a tirade you shall have.

So, there were these anti marijuaina PSAs running for a while. Each of them ends with the word "Harmless" and the smoke drifting up from the joint (or roach, or whatever...I don't know the drug slang) forming into a question mark. There were four spots, and I will describe each one, and then tear them apart as to why they don't work. (YAY!)

Spot #1 had two kids sitting in the all American den. They're "high", as made evident from the smoke drifting up in the room, and they're laughing. (Fact: Teenagers can't laugh unless they use drugs.) For some unexplained reason, all four of these spots use a Run, Lola, Run type of gimmick in which the same scene happens four different times. (I suppose it's to say, "This could happen if you smoke weed, or this could happen, or maybe this" [shrug])
Anywhat, two boys, smoking the chronic, both in the den. Kid One is in a chair, and we see his face. Kid Two is in a chair across from Kid One, and we only see his head.

Scene one: Chair squeaks as it turns, Kid Two says, "If you're parents get divorced, who gets the fish?" [giggling from the boys]
Scene two: Chair squeaks as it turns, Kid One belches. Both of them laugh.
Scene three: Chair squeaks as it turns, Kid Two says, "Dude. You're sister's hot." Kid One says, "That's not cool."
Scene four: Chair squeaks as it turns, Kid One picks up a gun and says, "Check this out." Kid Two asks if it's loaded, Kid One says, "Nah." Gunshot.
The CG text comes up to say that "Marijuania can distort your sense of reality. Harmless?"

Um...yeah, it is. In the first 3 of the four scenes, nothing "harmful" happens. And the 4th scene wouldn't have happened if the kids' parents didn't have a gun in the house!!!
Or, barring that (I know how we Americans can get all uppitty about our precious gun 'rights'), the weapon should have at least been locked somewhere.
Maybe the parents were smoking marijuania too?
Or, my personal theory, Kid One purposefully shot Kid Two for saying his sister was hot. [grin]

***
Spot #2 is at a party. Boy and Girl sitting on a couch. It's never made clear whether Boy is stoned or not, but Girl certainly is.
This one only has three "scenes", and they're all pretty identical.
Scene one: Doorbell rings, Girl falls on couch, laughing. She snorts when she laughs. Boy smiles.
Scene two: Doorbell rings, Girl sits on couch kinda upside down and points at Boy. Boy smiles.
Scene three: Doorbell rings, Girl falls on couch in semi-concious state. Boy looks around, then puts his hand up her shirt. Girl moans, "No." Boy says, "Shh. Shush up." (although the closed captioning reads, "Shh. Shut up.")
CG text says, "Marijuana can impair your judgement. Harmless?"

Well, it doesn't make me not want to smoke weed, it makes me angry that there are men out there who would take advantage of a woman under the influence. This spot works just as well if you replace marijuana with alcohol. (Heck, all of them do. With the exception of the final one.)
****
Spot #3
Group of teens (all black) in a car, going through a drive-thru. The drive-thru restaruant person is wanting to take their order.
Scene one: "Can I take your order, please?"
Teens in car say: "I'd like 50 cheeseburgers." (laughter)
Scene two: "Can I take your order, please?"
Teens in car: "Can I take your number?" (laughter)
Scene three: "Can I take your order, please?"
Teens in car: "You got any eggs?" (laughter)
Scene four: "Can I take your order, please?"
Teens in car: "Oh, I ain't got any money."
They proceed to drive away, not seeing the child riding her bicycle in front of them. Sound of brakes, followed by sound of a crunch.
CG Text says: "Marijuana can slow your reaction time. Harmless?"

Well, DUH
Just like you don't drink and drive, don't smoke and drive.

*****
Last spot (yay!)
Inside a public restroom.
Scene one: From behind the stall, guy says, "Awesome concert, man." (laughter)
Scene two: From behind the stall, guy says, "What's up rookie?" (laughter)
Scene three: From behind the stall, guy says, "I am so stoned." (laughter)
Scene four: Guy starts to speak, then a plainclothes cop kicks the door down and pulls him out, placing him in handcuffs.
CG Text: "Marijuana can get you busted. Harmless?"

Well, yeah, it would be if we legalized it.

Note: I'm not in favor of smoking marijuana. I've done it, and it's nothing I'm proud of. I just think that having it be a crime is a huge waste of time. And these spots were a waste of money and airtime.

Dude. If I see that Pepsi Twist commercial with Ozzy Osbourne and his kids turning into the Osmonds one more time...Heads. Will. Roll.

The "ironic" thing is, I will see it. Again.

And again.

And again.

And....again.

It was mildly amusing the first time. The second time was kinda meh. By the time I left work today, I had seen that commercial 9 times.
NINE TIMES.

And guess what folks? I still don't want to consume Pepsi Twist!

I've got a whole tirade about some other spots that are on TV right now, but it's very long, and I was half way considering making it a post on the WD. (Remember when I posted new stuff there?) But I think I'll wait until tomorrow for that entry.

Tonight I watched Joe Millionaire, which is just getting sillier as the time goes on. I didn't think it was possible, but they do manage to get more and more surreal with each passing week. I really watch it just for the TWOP recaps. Or at least that's my story. [grin]

At 10, I watched the pilot episode of Miracles. That was some predictable shite. Although I laughed for a good 30 seconds when the train hit the truck. [smile]

The best part of the TV viewing night, though, was from a news teaser during "Miracles". I'll write what the announcer said, and leave it at that:

"Local soldiers going overseas are leaving something special behind. Sperm."

Tomorrow night is the State of the Union Address Speech. [yawneyes]

So, it's Super (Boring) Sunday. I've caught bits and pieces of the game and some of the spots (that's what I used to be interested in, but nowadays I can't seem to bring myself to care about them. [hee. I did a quote of Angel.])

I've discovered a better thing than exercise. Instead of actually working my body, I simply start to call a WDer. The fear causes my heart to beat super hard. Instant workout!! [grin]
I should make workout videos. [up]

Can you believe that only 11 more months until Xmas again? Sheesh. Where does the time go?

I could not sleep yesterday night. Not really unusual, seeing how I had spent about 7 hours online, and had a really bad computer-screen-induced headache. I swear, once I find my life (it's online somewhere, I just know it), I'm gonna reduce the amount of time I spend "jacked in". (Gee, remember that episode?)

All of the story ideas I have are pretty much the same. Some huge crises erupts, due to some sort of paranormal occurance. People die. People panic. Eventually the survivors deal with the paranormality/put things back/just come to terms with new way of life. The only difference between the stories, really, is the paranormalness. Sometimes it's dragons (as it was in the story a few days back), sometimes it's robots (probably my next one), sometimes it's Choset (well, it would be if I ever got around to writing it). The rest is just window dressing. Or salad dressing. Or something.

I need to be happier. Remember the carefree, happy, chipper blog entries? I want those back.

Stephanie is a wonderful cook. I just finished eating her chili, and it was awesome. My belly is all big now, though. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go work off a few pounds by picking up the phone.

Whatever.

If it weren't for the lack of money, I think I'd just pack up the family and move to California to be neighbors with oslowe and bettie.

Of course, I think if it weren't for the lack of money, nearly everyone would do that. [wink]

I just spent much too long perusing this site. Man, there are a lot of games in the world.

Blah. My brain is fried. Boring entry.

So. I missed blogging yesterday, which kinda sucks, since it was 1/23, and we all know what a sucker I am for silly dates. Oh well. It'll roll around again next year. [wink]

Wow. I have nothing to say. But I'm typing away anyway.

And you're still reading. [eyebrow]

What should I talk about? Let's see.

The other night, I was reading HP&tPoA to Saren. Chapter 6, to be exact. At that point, Draco gets bitten by the hippogriff. Ron, Harry, and Hermoinie were all upset and worried that Hagrid would wind up getting expelled as a result. Saren stopped me to say that he shouldn't get in trouble because, "It's good that he got bit. He's mean to Harry all the time."

Heh.

I played Zombies! (thanks again, bettie and oslowe!!) with Saren the other day. It's actually quite fun. We didn't use the event cards to the extent that we could have, but overall I think we still enjoyed it.

Speaking of games, last night Steph and I played chess. And I won!! ME!!!! I know, I'm in shock too.

Still on the subject of games, but more board related, I hate the fact that I'm overthinking the WD Risk thing. I'm still excited about it (and I think the people that do end up playing will have fun) but I've got 3 or 4 different ideas for ways that it could be played, and each one has it's merit. Gah. Oh well. I'll eventually get it narrowed down to just the right way. [smile]

I love Soupy's Angel theory (I won't post it here, for those still unspoiled) regarding Cordelia. I don't think it'll happen, but it's the best theory I've read so far.

I forgot my water bottle at home, and I'm dying of thirst right now. Sucks.

I haven't had a memorable dream in days.

Hey, the schedule for next week is up. And guess what? I'm working six days this week too! Woo-mother-fucking-hoo!
I swear, if they don't hire someone soon...

Dude. In the still not answered question of "What the hell is wrong with me?", I offer the following point to ponder:

When listening to the radio, songs are starting to effect me. The other night, I almost cried as a result of listening to Jim Croce's Time in a Bottle. (Which is understandable. It's a really good song.)
Today, on the way into work, I got teary-eyed twice.
Once, due to Cats in the Cradle, which always gets me.

I...um...don't want to say what the other song was. Because it's so damn weird that it would choke me up.

Um...what's that over there? *points and runs the other way*

Why do my days off go by so quickly? Probably because I've got one for every six days I work. [rolleyes]

I did a good deed today. I had to go to the bank in order to deposit money so the checks don't bounce. (Check bouncing = no good. See? I have learned things. [wink]) Anywhat, the ATM machine was broken, so there was a line. (There were only two tellers. What is it with banks and the lack of open tellers? [/Seinfeld]) The guy in front of me did his dealio with the woman, and got his cash. He then left, and it was my turn to do my transaction. When I got up there, I saw that he had left a 20 dollar bill behind. I gave it to the teller, and she put it back into his account.

Let's ignore the fact that I contemplated keeping it for an entire 2 seconds first, shall we?

In other money related news, yesterday I arranged with Southwest Gas to keep our service going until the 31st (they had sent us notice of disconnection on the 27th) and today I talked to Nevada Power and set up payment arrangements so that our power won't be shut off at the end of the month.

Yay!

I fell asleep at work.

Also, I marked the sticky review thread for tomorrow's Angel episode Off Topic.

I tried to get through the WDer game thing PM, and I just can't do it. [crying] I figured I'd just skip over my own name, thus circumventing the 'what do you say about someone you can't stand' problem, but still. So many people I just don't know things about. Which is my own fault, I suppose. If I weren't so damn self-absorbed.

New G.A.P. newsletter!! Yay! And I even got feedback! From two different people!

I really hate working on Tuesdays.

So tonight I laughed at Joe Millionaire

And not the laugh at type of way, but at something that was actually funny.

What the hell is wrong with me?

This month has 10 more days. Man, it seems like it's been January all year long.

Last night I dreamt that I had some audio cassette tapes with O.J. Simpson interviews on them.
I was debating turning the tapes over to the tabloid-esque show Celebrity Justice.
In my dream, I made a poll at the WD asking whether I should or not.

God, even my dreams are boring. [doh2]

Also - computers are crap. I can't get into the WD. And homestarrunner.com seems to have disappeared. [frown]

Man, I'm beardy.

Man, I'm hungry.

Man, I'm boring.

I want to write a story.
No, scratch that. (Hey! W/ HTML, I can scratch that!)
I want to write a story.
I will write a story. But not tonight. I've got a bit of a headache, and it's late. But when I do write it for you guys, what should it be about?

Time, time, time. [sigh]

In other news (like the above line was anything even closely resembling news [doh2]), the repeat of Tuesday's Smallville is on, and while I'm not sure I buy into the lesbian cliche, this episode certainly adds fuel to the fire. [eyebrow]

Tonight is also the 100th episode of Charmed. This will make it the ...5th (I think) episode I've seen. That's pretty good.

New Simpsons tonight? Not sure.

The big news, though? I've had a brain storm idea on WD Risk. If I do implement it, it'll blow WD Clue out of the water. But right now it's still in the early planning stages, so don't get too excited guys. I'm thinking that it should be postable by May. Maybe.

Other things on my plate: Two (or three??) fanfics. The not-quite-like-Chandler-but-very-much-like-Chandler parody. That iffy thing... plus the monthly pmqs. Yay!!

I'm feeling better-ish, but I'm too lazy to change the description line. [doh2]

My wife is awesome. She got all the HTML figured out to move everything to the left. Yay!

Plus, poll! Heh. That, too, will be a changingish feature, when I feel like it. (Read: When I can think of good poll questions)

Query:

How do you say something nice about someone you know nothing about?

Or worse, how do you say something nice about someone you don't like at all?

Hey look! A counter!

Nothin' like seein' exactly how popular I am. [wink]

As for the story below...[shrug] Just something I felt like typing up. I might add more to it later. There's certainly more to it in my mind.

"Not a writer" my ass.

As we pulled up to the parking lot of the Red Lobster, I had a horrible premonition. You could say that my "spidey sense" was tingling, if you were prone to using pop culture references. But I think it would be more accurate to say that I have a horrible premontion every time we go to Red Lobster. It's just that this time, I hit paydirt.

"We should go home, Val. Or somewhere else. Can't we do dinner somewhere else? I'm getting a bad feeling."

Valerie, getting out of the car, paused and looked at me. "Like the time when you predicted the earthquake?"

"Similar, yes. But ...this feels bigger. We really ought to get away from here."

I could see Valerie's internal struggle. She wanted Red Lobster (I blamed the subliminal advertisments they'd been using for the past two months) for dinner, but she also knew that my psychic alarms were nothing to ignore.

"You're not just saying this to get out of dinner at the Lobster, are you?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Of course not. It's ..."

The explosion across the street interrupted me.

It turned out that I was right and wrong. There was danger nearby, but not at the Red Lobster. The true menace was at the IHOP across the street. At least for now.

People at the IHOP were screaming and running for their lives. Valerie and I got out of the car to investigate.

The smoke from the explosion was drifting our way, making it difficult to see. The noise was coming through loud and clear, though. And it sounded like hell.

People were screaming, crying, choking on the smoke. Sirens were distant, but approaching quickly. Valerie was crouched down, with her sweater covering her face so she could breathe easier. I mimicked her, as we slowly crouch-walked toward the warzone. Another explosion made us stop and lie flat on the pavement. Followed immeadiately by another one. I was crying, and for whatever reason had the thought, We need to buy waffles next time we go grocery shopping.

Then.
An inhuman ROAR from the IHOP parking lot.
It was unlike anything anyone on earth had ever heard. I pissed my pants. The mayhem surrounding us seemed to pause momentarily, in awe. Or perhaps in confusion. Or maybe in the realization that these would be our final moments alive. I could feel the ground vibrate from the intensity of the scream. My vision started to get fuzzy, and I knew that I was going into shock. I somehow willed myself to stay conscious, and managed to reach over for Valerie's hand. She was cold and shaking. I scrambled the few feet over to her, and yelled. "Are you okay?"

She looked at me, and her pupils were huge. Her face was so pale that I almost didn't recognize her. "What is it?" she squeaked.

"I don't know. Let's just get out of here."

That made sense to her, and we both scrambled to our feet, helping each other along. As we got to the car, snatches of conversation from the mob reached us.
"...oh god..."
"...car exploded..."
"...demon...from hell.."
"...monster..."

Valerie and I exchanged looks of concern, and I started the car. As I started the vehicle, I could hear a loud tearing sound from across the street. The noise, while quieter inside the vehicle, was still just as frightening. I don't remember the drive home at all, having gone into auto-pilot mode by that time. That night was when the world first went to war against the dragons.

So here's an amusing c@tch 22 (if you're into ironic humor. And who among you is not?):

We haven't been to the library in like, 3 months. My brain is beginning to be even more oatmealish than usual. I'm feeling like I make Cletus look like FDR.

And yet, any time I think of trying to get interested in a book, I simply can't muster up the enthusiasm. It's like "Books? meh."

Sometimes a vacation from living would be very very welcome.

Staying up until 3am when your children wake up at 8:30? Not good.

I'm drained, but I'll make it through the day somehow.

All 4 of us had Froot Loops for breakfast! How nutritious!

I need to rewatch Lessons. Or at least the endingishness. Or, I could just ask my question on the board. Those Buffy geeks do come in handy sometimes.[wink]

And now I've got twenty-some-odd hours to make an entry for the 16th.

I'll do my best to make an interesting one. For right now, though, I'm really just testing new templateness.

I've got less than two minutes to make an entry for the 15th.

Notice that the above sentence doesn't say: I've got less than two minutes to make an interesting entry for the 15th.

Helly, all my P@riots!!


Good news: I fixed the microwave and fridge today! (We blew a circuit yesterday, and I switched it back on. No big deal, but it really is the little things in life. You heard it here first.)

Bad news: I didn't win the Buffy board game yesterday. Xander destroyed the Judge's arm before he could be constructed. XANDER!! Tonight, if we play again, I'm "good".

Good news: I had pizza tonight! Mike won a jackpot on a video poker machine before coming into work. So with some of his spare 400 dollars, he bought pizza for all of us. Yay for the kindness of others!!

Bad news: Steph did not have pizza. I feel bad for her. It certainly sucks not having money.

Good news: Today (tomorrow, really, but I got my check today) is payday! MONEY!!! Which equates to groceries!!! Woo and hoo!

Bad news: No new Buffy tonight.

Good news: Smallville is on in 15 minutes. And even better, Angel is on tomorrow!!

Bad news: My other blog is empty, empty, empty.

Good news: My head is full. So eventually the transfer will be made.

Bad news: My foot is asleep.

Good news: The newest Strong Bad email is hilarious.

Okay, enough of that. Before I log off, a comment and a question.

Comment: the 1992 thing never happened.
Question: Should I change the format/template of my blog?

You know, there's way too much hurt and sorrow and badness and strife in the world as there is, why would anyone want to cause more?
I don't know, really. But I do know that there are times when I want to. I think about random acts of cruelty, and they make me giddy.

It's a little bit creepy.

The only comforting thing is that I don't act on these impulses. And that's not all that comforting. [sigh]

In semi-related news, but on a much cheerier note, I'm so gonna kill the Scooby Gang tonight. Mwahahahahaha!!

Alert to all FOD users. I'm no longer going back to that site. EVER.

Sorry.

But a line must be drawn. It's time someone stood up and said to the Man, "Screw you!" [heeee]

Also: Hot dogs scream when you cook them in the microwave.

They scream!!!













Well, I'm off to eat my hotdogs.

Originally, I was going to wait until the 18th to answer this. But I couldn't wait. [shrug]

What is the gift that keeps on giving?
Children.


I'm such a sap.

What, exactly, is Dick Clark's secret agenda?
Honestly, I don't think he has one. I think he's just a normal guy, who looks good for his age.




Or maybe that's just what he wants me to believe.

Why can't we have a Canadian president?
Next year, I'm so voting for Dan Akroyd.
Or the Barenaked Ladies.

What color is the floor where you're at right now?
Grey. [/eeyore]

[GRIN]

"Ask yourself this question, 'Do you want to be rich?'"
Self, do you want to be rich?
Why, yes, that would be nice. Thank you for asking. However, being happy is a nice secondary prize. [grin]
("Opportunities (Let's Make Lots of Money)" by the Pet Shop Boys)

What are your predictions for 2003?
I will write.
News will continue to suck. (Fuckin' news)


Wow. I'm totally sucking at these questions.
Note to self: Make next month's questions better.

I'm sending this to 40 people. Who do you think they are?
Hands down, this was the worst question I asked. Possibly the worst I've EVER asked. It's elitist, and self-absorbed, and it points out the fact that there are other folks that I didn't send it to, that I should have. What I should've asked instead, if I were going to go back in time and change it, would be : I've sent this to 40 people. How many do you think will respond?
[sigh]
Anywhat, here's who got the first monthly pmq...

Sasami, mUrt, Del, Victor, thorsdad, Maximum_Mike, Cdngirleh, Loki, starshine, truman, fuchsia, nos402, Iago, Annie, Hi there, Kinitawowi, Boo, HyperOnion, oslowe, Jamie Marie, Soupytwist, Nosferatu2182, grace, Devin, cassylee, tkf, bananagirl, techboy, sarennharpersmom, Jewels, pellenaka, Umeeksk, imissoz, Bugaboo, Bally, Chandler, mayhem, bettie, Merope, Jupe, and the P@. (yes, I make 41. Shutup.)

Bold names are folks who haven't answered. Yet.

There were, of course, about 40 other people I left off the list due to my short-sightedness. [sigh]

I'm thinking of changing my PM sig. (New Year and all that jazz) What do you think I should change it to? Or should I keep it how it is?
Oh, I've got some to cycle through now. Thanks, guys. [up]

and finally...

In a word, 2003 so far has been:
January.

What's YOUR Writing Style?
brought to you by Quizilla

Heh. It's funny, cuz it's kinda true.

Although I'm a bit hurt by it. Maybe I'll have to prove it incorrect. [wink]

On this, the 11th day of the first month of the year 2003 of our Lord ([insert laughing head here]), I offer now some randome thoughts:

[-] I've got some (like 3) PMQ responses to reply to. But I'm being lazy. Lazy bastard.

[-] Damn. I spend all this time online, accomplishing nothing. I STILL have to write my GAP interview. If it weren't for last minutes, I'd get nothing done.

[-] Hey, P@, remember when you had that funny plan of going to bed at a decent hour, so you could actually wake up before noon, and feel refreshed and ready to take on the world?
Yeah, that was classic.

[-] Soupy raises some really good questions about nukes.

[-] FOD is the devil's workshop. I hope everyone leaves it.

[-] My daughters are awesome. They made these cards for us the other day, and placed them under our pillows. Very sweet. One that Saren made said: "I love you P@. Heeeeeee. Love, Saren"

[-] Lazy, lazy, lazy.

[-] From the Surreal Life: Dumbest thing ever: Corey Feldman says, "We ordered pizza. It was late, and it was burnt, but it was still better than having sushi off a naked woman."
MORON!

[-] After the most exhausting day of work all year (heh), WHY am I not tired? Or sleeping? I'm oddly complex sometimes.

[-] I can't quite decide if these long entries please the P@riots more than the short ones.

[-]

[-] Only a few more days until payday! Woo! We should go on 60 minutes and cry about how we've got 33 cents to our name.

[-] Why do people waste their time with FOD when there's blogger?

[-] Saren wrote this awesome story today. Maybe I'll transcribe it another day. [up]

[-] Next one is the last one, I promise.

[-] I think I might be pregnant! yay!!

I survived!!
I've got a ungodly headache as a souvenier (sp?), but I survived!

Go team me, yet again.

I have been here at work for 9 hours now.
NINE. HOURS.

I'm not really in UTP@ mode, but more like ...Ultra Uncomfortable, Rather Headacheish, Want To Go Home P@ mode. Of course, UURHWTGHP@ doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.

Good news for the day:
I've got new P@riots!! Jess, and Jamie Marie! (I don't know that either one of them will continue to come back, but they both admitted to me today that they've been here at least once.) WOO!

Other good news:
The computer at work is all new and fast! I don't have the "You have committed an illegal operation" error message every five minutes (or at all!!), and the screen is huge! It's great. Weird aspect of this: The autocomplete feature is all blank. I've been wanting to send PMs, but haven't yet because I'm not sure what I want to defile the autocomplete thing with first. [doh2]

Chicken, how much longer?? Oh. Right. 3 hours. [sigh]

Um.

Wow. You know, if People magazine did a "Most boring person of the year" issue, I'd totally be on the cover. Go team me.

I'm pretty tired today, but tomorrow will be worse (by my own choosing, of course. [doh2]).

Bill (coworker; heavy on the cow) called me today and asked if I'd come into work tomorrow at 11am to relieve him early. He'll make it up to me on Sunday. I hemmed and hawed for a bit, then, because I'm a nice guy (read: spineless jellyfish) I said "yes."

It wasn't until about two hours later that I started to really regret it.

Oh well. 12 hours isn't that long.


Right?

God, I amuse myself greatly. I just coined the word "Boringtainment." (I was IMing with Jupe, and I was talking about my blog.) I really like this word. It shall be spread. Begin to use it. Make it so.

Speaking of boringtainment, The Surreal Life was on tonight. That was fun. Emmanuel Lewis may be the devil, but he's got a very infectious laugh.

Note to creator of utopia: Have people who deliver Pepsi to you. For free.

Speaking of, I must go purchase some carbonated soft drink right now.

Well, I was hoping for more P@riots to come forward, but I'm not gonna pout about it. I understand people might not want me to know that they're reading my blog. [/lack of understanding]

Anywhat, today is Chocolate Girl's birthday!!

AND It's the other Chocolate Girl's birthday as well!!

I'm sure if there was a third Chocolate Girl, she'd have a birthday today as well.

We ("we" being the girls and Steph) made a cake, and wrapped presents, and had a delicious spaghetti dinner and everything. It's been a great day off from work.

And next Wed. NEW ANGEL EPISODES!! (FINALLY!!!!)

It's ALL about sex, isn't it?

That, or the hokey-pokey.

And now, I present my newest feature:
Proof That The Universe Is Unfair

Martin Lawerence still has a career as an actor.

So, like 10 years later, I figure out that Kurt was saying, "All alone is all we are" not "All in all is all we are."
I'm sorry. (hee)

Also, I think I want to have Dave Grohl's babies. Along with the ones from sarennharpersmom, of course. [wink]

In other news, I *really* need a haircut. "I look like Darth Vader. With hair."

More later.

01-02-03

I'd like to thank bettie for pointing out/reminding me that that was today's date.
I should've seen it coming much sooner, and for whatever reason, didn't. Huh. So, yeah, thanks, b. [up]

I just spent the past half hour catching up on other people's blogs/diaries. Thoughts, in no particular order:

[-] People shouldn't talk so much. When I miss a few days, it takes forever to play catch-up. In short: PUT YOUR LIVES ON HOLD FOR ME, DAMNIT!! [grin]

[-] I don't get why people are against cloning. Everyone wants everyone else to think exactly the same way they do. [rolleyes]

[-] Blah, blah, blah. (Yes, I really did think that. I can be ...)

[-] It's weird that the forums are down, and that people are commenting in it on their blogs. (Gee, P@, sheep much? [grin]) I wonder (mildly) whether the Haven is getting an influx of visitors right now. [shrug]

[-] I like the new layout. It's....colorful. And no doubt a bit of work was required for it, so yay!!

[-] I don't get sarcasm sometimes. I wonder if maybe it should be outlawed on the web. Or, preferably, there should be some kind of sarcasm indicator...I also don't know what the hell I'm rambling about right now. In short, don't mock me behind my back. If you dislike what I've got to say, say it to my face like a decent human being.

[-] This entry is turning out much too bitter. I'm not meaning it to be. Just consider it "one of those days".

[-] I've been reading other people's blogs. (read: complete strangers) I don't know why, just something to do, I guess. It's interesting (and a bit scary) how many political blogs there are. And how much work people put into these things. Makes mine look down right ...lazy, I guess would be the word, by comparison.

[-] As you've no doubt noticed by now, not all of these "thoughts" were spurred by my blog-reading.

[-] I burned my tongue on my dinner.

[-] I should leave more notes on people's diary things. All those entries, and I left, like one or two entries total. I'm just not in a talkative mood tonight, I guess.

[-] I'm ready for winter to be over now, thanks.

[-] So many movies, not enough money. Or time.

[-] 453345, I've made a boring entry today. Sorry folks.

Just another day.

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.