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!

Comedy comedy!

Non-halloween entry. And last one of the night. And month!

Funny things I've heard/read the past couple of days -

From Jupe:

"If I had nukes, I wouldn't waste them on children."

******

Spsh4 [9:55 PM]: On that same trip, I did run over a snake!
Jupe [9:56 PM]: Yay!
Spsh4 [9:56 PM]: Although we didnt' eat it.
Jupe[9:56 PM]: Snakes are scary!
Spsh4 [9:56 PM]: I felt bad.
Spsh4 [9:56 PM]: I also laughed about it.
Jupe [9:56 PM]: Snakes are scary.
Jupe [9:56 PM]: It was him or you, dude.
Jupe [9:56 PM]: Him or you.

******

Saren: "Dad. Listen. Angel. [pause] Los Angeles."

I kinda giggled. "Yup."

Saren: "Los...TVless."

I start laughing.

Saren: "Buffy...Los Buffyless."

In between laughter, I give her a puzzling look.

Saren: "You know, Buffy. Like, she's a buffalo."

******

Saren: "If the Universe swallows us in a black hole, it means it doesn't like us."

What are you supposed to be?

Costumes are great.

I always want to spend elaborate (and nonexistant) amounts of money and time making my costumes, but I never do. Or, you know, did. Since I don't really dress up anymore.

But in the past I always wanted to start preparing my get-up around like March. The ultimate dream costume I had in mind was this angel with wings, robes, halo, the whole 9 yards. And then, at midnight, I would have the costume change into a devil/demon thing. With horns, pitchfork, blah, blah, blah. It was incredibly cool looking in my mind's eye, anyway.

Probably my best Halloween costume (aside from the aforementioned Michael Jackson) was when I was a hooker. I shaved my legs. And armpits. I wore a bra. I ...um...tucked. I had a blonde wig. And wore makeup. I was, in a word, hot.

Or, um, maybe not.

The only thing I remember dressing up as any other year was the old standby of vampire. White makeup and fake teeth are simple, after all.

"Let me out! Let, let me out!"

~ Smashing Pumpkins, Cherub Rock.

It's also very much what my brain is screaming (my vocal cords are also screaming) during any trips into haunted houses.

I'm a huge ol' wuss.

I remember one year I went to a Haunted House with Jared (actually, that year we hit like 4 of them), and at one point a werewolf turned a corner, growling at us. I screamed, "Don't kill me, kill him instead!"

In a separate haunted house, a very large (and rather fake looking) spider dropped from the ceiling. My reaction? Dropping to the floor and cowering in the fetal position. (I kid you not) Jared had to pick me up off the floor and push me in order to keep going.

It always amazes me in the movies how people (or at least those who survive) aren't completely petrified with terror. [shrug] I guess if anything like that ever happens to me, I'll just wind up as zombie-food.

Every single one of us, the devil inside.

When I was in 6th grade, I became a devil worshipper.

Mrs. Beard, my home-room teacher that year, may have taught our class other things, but the only thing I remember from her curriculum was the fact that she was a Christian. And she used many many hours of class warning us of the dangers of Rock N' Roll, and of course, Satan himself.

Sounded pretty darn good to me, and some of my friends.

We didn't do anything harmful. We drew lots of pentagrams, upside down crosses, 666s, the whole rigamarole of "satanic" images. We listened to a lot of Motley Crue and Poison and (heh) Bon Jovi. (He's the DEVIL!!!) I had a lot of ...disturbing, I suppose is the best word, thoughts regarding my parents and my teachers and the people in our church, but I never followed through on any of them.

The whole thing blew up one summer when I was visiting my mother. My stepmom found my notebooks with the demonic drawings. When I came home at summer's end, there was a confrontation. I'm sure it was ugly, and there was probably tears, but luckily my brain has decided to block all of that memory out. Yay for repression!!

Of course now, I believe in neither God nor Satan. Now I worship Pepsi.

Let's see if I can scare something up.

All right. I've succumbed to the peer pressure of my spouse to attempt to take part in the Blog-a-thon. And I'm even going to try to make them Halloweenesque in nature. Excellent.

Except, of course, that I have nothing (Halloweeny) to write about right now. Ugh.

My stream-of-conciousness thoughts have been going something like this, though:

Night of the Living Dead, zombies, oslowe, scary movies with michael jackson screaming like a little girl, and a new Scary Movie 4 next year making fun of superhero movies. Bally was Superman. And Spartacus.

One year I Michael Jackson for halloween. ALthough I looked nothing like him. I was wearing a Santa Claus beard, dreadlocks, a bowler cap, and a fake muscle chest.
On second thought, I guess that is rather Michael Jacksonish.

Mmm. Trick or treating begins in about 3 hours. Yay for free candy.

Scratch that, reverse it.

It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's that I don't want to say it.

Right?

The trip to Cali was brief, and filled with peril and adventure and whatnot, but I'm really not in the mood to go into detail about it. Tough pickles, as Mario might say.

Uh...PMA time.

Yes. (also, I didn't know it was a question. I always assumed it was a statement of fact.)

Because what are ya gonna do - starve?

Meh. And it's by the Scorpions. I think.

Yes. Some of them are. (this would be where I'd provide the links, if I were feeling so inclined. And if I'd done the work.)

Somehow, I don't think I'm going to be doing the October version of the blog-a-thon. There's always next month. (for the next 9 years, anyway.)

Potato peeler!!!

[laugh] Man, that was priceless.

So, it's early, and we're going to drive through hell (literally!!) in order to get to Disneyland.

The state, the state, the state is on fire.

I'm setting the VCR to record SpAngel while we're away. Hope we don't have our cable turned off before that happens.

My feet are freezing!!

God, I want a Pepsi.

In other news - last night before going to sleep, I had a really great idea for my November Novel. Excellent.

Is that all?

Your soul is worth £21386. For your peace of mind, 45% of people have a purer soul than you.

From the We Want Your Soul site.

I'm havin' trouble tryin' to sleep.

It's nearly 3:30, and i'm still up, and worse - I'm NOT TIRED!!

This bites.

I was gonna post this question on the WD, but meh. Can't be arsed to log in, so I'll ask here:

What do you do when you can't sleep?

Can we vote the Bush family off the island?

Please? All of them?

Two days ago, on the Fucking News, Barbara Bush was there, criticizing the Democratic Presidentials.

So...Dubya is having hismom fight his battles now? What is he, like 8 years old? [rolleyes]

And then yesterday on our NewsTicker the information scrolled by stating that the Florida woman who was in a coma and had her feeding tube removed ...well, apparently Jeb Bush ordered it back in.

I guess the brain-dead like to stick together.

Seriously, I just want to take that whole family and launch them into space. Give them some other planet to 'rule'. Let them interefere with other people's lives. I'm pretty sure the Earth won't miss them.

In other news, new episode of Spaingel tonight! Yay, right?