Manners Are Dead(./?)
On public transportation, do people not give up seats for the obviously elderly, obviously handicapped, or obviously pregnant anymore?
One of these days,
I’m going to run away and never come back.
I wonder if anyone has ever gotten rug burn from a toupee.
My new computer arrived yesterday. I need it in the sense that my old one was out of memory, and the video card couldn’t handle the types of games I play. In my usual way, I emailed my brother, complained, and he ordered me up a new pc. The thing screams, but that was expected. This morning, while copying my videos from the old to the new, I noticed my brother had already put in folders...
So, you east coasters from the Carolinas up, take care with this hurricane. That seems like such a stupid thing to type, as if there is anything you can really do more than you’ve been told to do. Regardless, I’ll be thinking about you. See, it’s just that, in the south, we get horrid weather so often that I cringe when I think about what the last few hurricanes and tornadoes...
You mean I can order pizza online, without having to communicate with or touch another human being? Oh my, oh my, my, my.
Long-ass day. All I want is pizza or fettucini alfredo and a shower.
Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun
On my walk into work this morning, I was passed by twin distance runners. They had the same warm-toned skin, dark ponytails of the same length, same shorts, same shirts, same socks and shoes. They were synchronized perfectly. Left, right, left, right, matching pace, matching gait, matching breath. And before I knew it, I said, “Huh, Doublemint twins.”
Grapes and Potato Chips
make a perfectly acceptable snack. Sweet, tangy, salty. Also, I’m addicted to flavored seltzer water.
I makes it!
This is your life. Don’t play hard to get. It’s a free world. All you have to do is fall in love. Play the game. Everybody play the game of love. — “Play the Game” by Queen
Naming your son Locutus:
Nothing says, “I hate you, but I love Star Trek,” more clearly.
dorameanly asked: What is one song that you're ashamed to admit knowing all the words to?
"Call it Heavy Metal"
I watched Heavy Metal last night. It was a bit of a fluke. Fluffy had been singing the song by the same title all day, so we decided to peruse the Free Movies section of my cable On Demand. Much to our surprise, we found it on Fearnet. Heavy Metal is one of those movies everyone should see at some point in life, like This Is Spinal Tap, because otherwise, you don’t get the references...
Party Chat and Riots
I play Dungeons and Dragons Online and am a member of a guild of mature (age-wise at least) players. When we form quest parties, we often park our characters by the quest entrance and chat until all the group members arrive. Yesterday, this convo occurred between two party/guild members, with just a bit of intrusion on my part. Finn and Orthatname have mics and are speaking. I’m...
I haven’t written anything sharable in a few months. I’m writing on my works-in-progress, sure, and editing as always. That is the problem with being a recovering perfectionist. So now, I’m wondering what the hell I’m doing with my Tumblr. I feel it’s slowly becoming a place to rant about unimportant things, which is a waste of everyone’s time, but the...
I don't get it.
A 1993 four-door Toyota Camry with racing stripes.
Mythbusters tested pyramid power
cube power as well, and pretty much debunked the myths. However… I have a chair I use with yoga. It’s the only chair I have that is properly dimensioned for the legs to form a cube. Ever since I moved it (and my routine) into the weightroom, where the cat has access to it, he sits under it. Not sleeps. I just randomly look in there, and he’s sitting under it and staring at...
Escape from New York
I was thinking about this before Alex wrote a post about people moving to New York and then hating on it, but since she posted it, I thought I would share the story of the only person I know in real life who moved to New York. Dave was a year behind me in high school. He remains one of the friendliest people I have ever met — and not the annoying too happy, get on your last nerve type of...
I dreamed that someone offered me Rust Beer. The idea behind it was that it was specially formulated so that it tasted like it came from a bottle when it was actually in a can. The can was blue with a golden, smiling Buddha on the front, and the beer was very good. The bad part of the dream was that everyone I knew (including my cat) was sick with something called Rust Blood, which seemed to be...
Beggars can be choosers. (Thanks for the free clothes, well-meaning cousin, but I won’t be wearing hot pink corduroy pants, a denim shirt with a black velvet collar, or a red and white checked mini dress.)
I have something going on in my life right now, and I have nowhere that I can talk about it. The thing is, I’ve become dependent on being able to use my blogs to, anonymously or not, vent/rant about whatever is getting me down or pissing me off. I can’t talk about this on the blog I share with family because I have people that follow that blog with whom I don’t want to share...
Go ahead. Laugh at my expense.
Today, I continued my quest for a sports bra that will hold everything in and minimize bounce. I found a promising candidate. It was basically two bras in one: a layer with cups and underwire and a layer of super stretchy sweat-wicking fabric to unify and smash. It even had Velcro, adjustable straps. I took it into the dressing room, and mid-way through taking off my shirt, I heard...
The black panther isn’t a black panther (duh); it’s a bobcat. Cats have gone missing, and someone’s dog was found slashed open and dead. The latest eye witness account was from a guy coming home at 2 a.m. to find a “large, cat-like thing” in his back yard. The city has hired its version of Billy the Exterminator. He plans to capture and release it at his...
My grandfather can no longer remember who I am.
I know that, when the person having the surgery actually sticks to what they’re supposed to do, getting a lap band can be a wonderful jump start to altering a lifelong habit of eating too much and too much of the wrong things. But, I’m sitting here tonight wondering why in the fuck my brother’s wife’s doctor agreed to do this surgery on her. It’s been about two...
There, in the cool, dark corner, You lurk, Growing fat on the corpses of your parents - Those who brought you, Wriggling and chittering, Into this world - And preying on passers-by: The unsuspecting, The unobservant, The unwise. It’s easier, safer to stay there In the corner Than to step out To seek To hunt To die in front of the whole world.
burningbrooklynbridges: i just want someone to lie next to me and tell me that i’m not a complete fuck up. Okay, Meg and everyone who reblogged this so that it showed up in my dash about seven times, you pay for my plane ticket, and I’ll come cuddle with you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear and make you feel all warm and loved. BONUS: I’m very soft.
Sometimes, I get the urge to grow out my hair. It isn’t super short. It’s heavily layered with the longest layer hovering just above the tops of my shoulders. It’s curly and fluffy and fun (to me anyway). But I see these pictures of women with longer hair, and I think that, to a certain extent, women do look younger with longer hair, not that that is the reason I want to...
Get out of my head!
All morning, I’ve been humming the theme from Alfred Hitchcock Presents.