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Friday, June 28, 2002
This is very amusing, please to read. The Who concert is back on, apparently. Back to busy day. Why do people get AOL? It sucks like two dolla ho. Star Trek Nemesis 12 - 13 - 02 is something brought to my attention by dearest Dale S. Dahling! Guess what? I HAVE A NEW NIECE. She is darling, and no, there is no name as of yet. Why do good people like JFK and MLK have to die, when we're stuck with assholes like Carrot Top? I forgot to mention (or rather, I'm bored, and am thus posting here) that I picked up some stila "Natalie" lipcolor. I am pleased with it. I also picked up some books. Some people have shoe obsessions, others bags; I have books. I'm such a dork. It's sad. Not only do I get to take my niece to school in the morning, but John Entwistle died. The Who will probably cancel their tour for a bit. This means no concert on Wednesday. Dammit, I was actually looking forward to it. I'd kick his ass if he weren't dead already. No, no I wouldn't. He's a rock god, albeit dead. "Another reason to love movies on USA - GIANT KILLER OCTOPUS." No shit. These guys were the same ones to do a Jean Claude Van Damme-a-thon. Rock. I need to find someone who will pay me for just being alive. The problem with that is, they would probably want to have sex with me, or something similar. That might be a complication. Thursday, June 27, 2002
Well, my sister is getting induced tonight. Soon, there'll be another little niece/nephew for me. Joy of joys - smelly kiddie. Jamie Bamber, who plays Kennedy in the Hornblower series, is a fox as well. Where they find these boys, I don't know, but I want to go there. That, and these guys, when they're screaming at their men, are again hot. Oooo. People suck. Discuss. :) Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Nathan Bexton is cute, and I'm sad he had to get sick in Go. My sister's cousin is over, and she's very amusing. Swears very well, thank you. Corky Romano (of which I haven't finished, but saw most of) is a most amusing movie. It's retarded and pointless, but it's amusing enough for brainless laughs. The Horatio Hornblower series from A&E is very good, and I suggest you catch it. Same for The Dish, about Apollo 11. DAMN fine movie, and it has Sam Neill and Patrick Warburton (Puddy from Seinfeld for you heathens) in it at the same time. It don't get much better than this, folks. Ok, it does. It gets covered in more frosting. Monday, June 24, 2002
Ok, so there's a little bit of topless boy at the end. But it's at the end of the video! I'm going to go back to watching Dirty Harry in Sudden Impact now. Ok, explain this to me - Nelly makes a song, where the main line is, "It's hot in here, take all your clothes off." Buckets of half-naked chicks. NO HALF-NAKED MEN. What the... Sunday, June 23, 2002
Stupid people at Taco Bell didn't give me my cinnamon twists, even after I asked if everything was there. Stupid me for going with the drive-thru. I wonder when my sister is going to give birth. I really hope it's not Monday night; of course, now that I've said that, it will happen then. Go Murphy's Law. Liam Neeson is pretty good lookin. He took his shirt off in the beginning of Darkman, and hoodoggies. Why is it that anything said by an Englishman is ok, and often automatically funny? Saturday, June 22, 2002
Wheeee! I had fun today! "No, I'm not a friend, I'm a rabid dog who should be shot!" - Willow Oy vey, but I'm tired. If only I could find a suitable potato that I could dress up, photograph, and send to J. Ro and win a tshirt. Ooo, demon with stegasaurus plates on the top of his head. Back to Buffy! Friday, June 21, 2002
Thanks for the cattle! - go here, and hey, you might be happy. I mean, come on. That's got to be the best gift this country's gotten since the Statue of Liberty, and even then, that was just a token. Honestly, what would you rather have - a big oxidizing statue, or a bunch of cows? Of course, if you live in an apartment building, this might be a no-win situation, granted. I finished Red Storm Rising. Calling it a Jack Ryan novel is the same as calling Jurassic Park III a masterpiece of science fiction. Still, it was entertaining, if silly at points. Tom Clancy can write a battle scene to give anyone a heart attack, but he can't write a love story to save his own saggy ole-man bottom. Where the fuck is Jon-who-is-me? Thursday, June 20, 2002
You know what pleases me? When people read this thing, and then comment. It really does. Muchas smoochas to all of you who read this sucker. Give my ego a boost! In other news, I am out of twix. I am going to kill something, OHMIGOD. Stupid guestbook code. If any of you know why it's giving that "apache" thing as a username when the code is correct, give me a holla. Stupid thing... Wednesday, June 19, 2002
I just had the most satisfying lunch in quite some time. Turkey on sliced sourdough with mayo and lettuce. Hot DAMN, but that was good. Holy shit. Tuesday, June 18, 2002
I'm starting to get kinda worried. Jon-who-is-me hasn't been on recently. He left Canada last Monday, and he hasn't been on. It's probably nothing. Shit, I just realized I missed Witchblade last night. Oh well. The Plough was fun. Remind me, however, to smack Joe around, then do something nice to him. Just to keep the bastard on his toes. Saucer of milk... grrr.. I'll try to get the new pictures up soon, esp the one of the plaid mustard+ketchup. A piece of art, and a taste sensation, all in one! Now, it is time for well-deserved sleeeeeeep. Monday, June 17, 2002
Difficilis facilis, iucundus acerbus es idem: nec tecum possum vivere nec sin te. Martial, Epigrams, XII 46. Sunday, June 16, 2002
Buttercup Festival is a comic "What are those woodsmen doing?" "They've started a shitty punk band." I've decided I don't like peaches. They smell funny. I was getting some bread out in the kitchen, for some snackin', and all I could smell was peaches. It was nasty. For some reason, I hate the smell of fresh peaches. Ugh. Ah well. With any luck, I'll never be stuck around the things for long periods of time, combined with a Brooks&Dunn album on loop, and surrounded by gummy worms. Friday, June 14, 2002
I was going to go out to dinner w/my dad, who I don't see much. He cancelled. I am sad. Then again, I've got Gangsta Pop (Radio Edit) to soothe my tortured soul. I had a dream where, at the end, I was in a room that was being filled with moths. Can't remember why. It was yucky. First, go to WilWheaton.net and read the comments for his Guardian article link. The link to Mark Morford's article is also useful. WE ARE SURROUNDED BY ASSHOLES. Assholes who are perfectly entitled to be assholes. There is nothing a person can do to change someone else. You can try, and you can beg, but it ain't gonna happen. And I, for one, am NOT going to get my panties in a twist over this. I'm still going to get Mark Morford's e-newsletters, and I'm still going to go to WWDN, and I'm still going to have fun. But the MINUTE personal liberties are trampled in the sake of a "war", well fuck all that. And OHMIGOD, but Mulder just drew devil horns on Bruce Campbell's head. If there is a devil, I hope it's Bruce Campbell, because I wouldn't mind going to hell if he were involved. Maybe. I enjoy learning new ways to swear. Go to this site: TAD Contents, and learn some yourself. Now, if you'll pardon me, Bruce Campbell is in an episode of the X-Files. Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Verdict for "Battle of Betazed": Entertaining, but lame. A Troi vehicle, and entertaining in that respect, but pure fluff. Perhaps I'll leave it in the bathroom, except it isn't long enough. Demonic Name Generator 1.01 - play around with this sucker. Thanks, Rach. Tuesday, June 11, 2002
I have SO missed something. Apparently, Lwaxana has had a kid or two more since last we saw her. The idea of Majel Barrett-Roddenberry having more children is a scary, scary thought. So, I went to Long's after dropping some dresses off at the dry-cleaners. I figured, get some Riesen (Mighty Chocolate, Mighty Riesen!™), pick up some dark eyeshadow, go home. As usual, I felt the need to browse. It wasn't getting any cooler at home, and the store was airconditioned. I take a stroll down the book aisle. What do I see? Star Trek: The Next Generation - THE BATTLE OF BETAZED. With a big ole shot of Troi, brandishing a phaser rifle, smack dab on the front. Holy shit, I said, I must have this. I'll tell you how bad it is when I finish it. My hopes are not high. Monday, June 10, 2002
TIME.com: TIME Magazine -- Your Health - This is kinda neat. Thank you, Rachel. Where's your head at, Basement Jaxx asks. I say, clearly not where yours is, as my head can't be "at" anywhere. It can be somewhere, but not at somewhere. Still, don't let the walls cave in on you. Sunday, June 09, 2002
Gaskell's was lovely - lots of fun, lots of dancing and nice people, and NO BLEEDING TOES. Now, if only my legs didn't feel like they'd been hit by lots of sticks or thousands of tiny, lightning-fast punches. This is where I get my movie reviews: CriminyPete.Com Knee Jerk Spoilers. I would suggest you go there, or die a horrible, miserable death with the knowledge you missed out on some of the best reviews EVER. Bitch. My sister's baby shower was fun enough. My sister has interesting friends. They were cool, though. Jeff from Wigu, you seriously made my day so much better yesterday. Saturday, June 08, 2002
Ok, kids, time for a rant. Well, not a rant so much as a ramble with some vitriol. Anyway. I would like to state for the record that people like Natalie Portman and Rachel Weisz are lovely, beautiful people. I have nothing against them, I enjoy their acting, they seem like intelligent people to boot, and they should exist. That said, I hate them. Why? Because they are too pretty. Too goddamn pretty. I feel like I've been wasting my time, not been working hard enough, slacked off somehow, something that makes me crappy in comparison. Granted, that could be a bit unfair, but honestly, switch me and Natalie Portman, just in looks, and no WAY would geeky boys be jerking off as much. It's a fact. So, DAMN YOU, NATALIE PORTMAN! You've given me far too much to work for. Smart, pretty, nice, talented, and let me guess, you can whistle and juggle, too. Fuck. Friday, June 07, 2002
Thursday, June 06, 2002
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but here it is: Spacefem.com: Adopt a Useless Blob I still can't decide which. They're all so cute! Wednesday, June 05, 2002
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
I had Marie Callender's fish&chips tonight for dinner. The fish were like, these cylinders of fish as long as my hand (from middle finger tip to the base of the palm). The average length was, like, 7 inches at least. It almost made me wish there were some guys at the table. Mwuahahahahahahhaha.... If I have passed whatever illness I've got right now onto you, I apologize, but perhaps we shouldn't have done whatever it was we did. by this, I mean share a drink or be in the same room.
Sunday, June 02, 2002
Are YOU easily amused? I am a golden god!
I just made a whole quiz page, just like I said I would. Yay. It can be found here, cleverly titled: Who Am I? The pictures take ages to load, but if you're on a fast connection it ought not to kill you. I didn't do much of anything today, outside of part of a joint post. Oh, and fixing asshole coding for the quiz page. Some people suck. Saturday, June 01, 2002
I've got straight hair. When I'm bored, I will feel around with my fingers on the top of my head, feeling for hairs that don't fit. When I say "don't fit", I mean that they have the wrong consistency, or they are curly, or something that just doesn't fit in with the rest of them. There are these kinky, weirdly curly hairs on the top of my head. I dislike them. When I do this, people look at me funny, like I'm feeling around for bugs or something. Honestly, folks, if I had bugs in my hair, there's no way I'd be feeling around for them. The one time I had lice, I remember just brushing my hand on the top of my head and coming away with the GIANT exoskeleton of a HUGE mite. If that won't put a person off of picking their hair for bugs, I don't know what will. lawrie malen : is still alive, and I find his site to be incredibly attractive. Oooo. I have succumbed, and have slathered Ben-Gay on my calves. Pity me. I played the maraca in the Contra Costa Youth Orchestra's performance today (Friday). Well, actually, it was a shaker in the shape of a plum, but still, the part was written for the maracas, so there you go. I am also partway through Clancy's Debt of Honor, which is both entertaining and bugging me. Some of it is good, and some of it sucks donkey ass. Rolara's writer (for MEA, see the rpg page for more info) is going to be busy for a while, so she's giving the wench over to the Lich and me to write. Oh, the horrors we shall devise... |
