Mental Poop

Sunday, September 29, 2002
Note: I am not really mad at Jennifer. Merely pointing out that it is all her fault. Everything is o-k.

That is all, thank you, come again.


I went to the Renaissance Pleasure Faire down at Casa de Fruta (which has Casa de Coffee, Casa de Motel, and Casa de RV Park, among others) near Gilroy. It was a butt-ass nasty drive, but I had delightful company with me, so it was all good.

I've been to that faire twice before. I think it was in Novato both those times, but I could be wrong. This time, it was much more crowded and narrow than I remember, but it was still incredibly cool. I wore the borrowed bodice (which, as I have learned from Rachel, is made for someone with a shorter torso, which is why the skirt didn't reach the bottom of it) and other bits of my own, and it was really neat. The multi-year-old Sketchers completed the ensemble, I think.

I got to try on a Persian costume, which sadly would've cost more in total than several of my ballgowns combined. I got the masterly hit-on treatment from one of the Bold and Stupid Men (the dark-haired one, who could have any woman at Faire (and has in the past) but is now dating a chick and thus does not hit on girls competitively anymore), and watched a play about Adam and Eve done by Naughty Bits, in which I nearly spit out my too-mushroomy shepherds pie. I also saw BROON AND MOONIE. I NEARLY FUCKING DIED. There are MANY pictures of that, and a 4-minute video of the Polar Bear Song. I'm not sure as it has sound, and since I was laughing hard enough to nearly fall over the frame shakes a bit. But you really don't totally need the sound.

Yeah, so, now I'm really tired. That's not really faire's fault, although I'm willing to blame it mostly on that. I AM going to blame my new faire semi-addiction on JENNIFER because it IS her fault I went. Completely. Totally.

Right then. Prithee! Pritheepritheeprithee!

Friday, September 27, 2002
Ok, so I have another new piece of technology. It's not as high-tech as a Palm, or even a pager. Or really, even a solar-powered calculator. But it's electrically-powered, dammit.

In any event, it reminds me why I dislike living at home - at any time, my dear sweet adoring overprotective (s)mother could come down and ask me a question, like, "Did you go an feed those fish?"

I'm fucking serious, people. She just did that.

In the meantime, I think I may watch the present my friend IDA! got me. It is a latelate birthday present, but goshdarnit, she didn't have to do that.
It's a DVD of the Twilight Zone, with the Bill-Shatner-I'm-Seeing-Something-On-The-Plane's-Wing episode.

I've been wrangled into going to faire at Casa de Fruita on Saturday. DAMN YOU, JENNIFER! I was going to take a couple sanity days, but it seems the Geminis I know are all OUT TO GET ME in various ways. I'm sorry if I said no to any of you, and then said yes to Jennifer. Blame it on her feminine wiles and persistent girly puppy looks.

And the offer of a loaned bodice that fits. I'm all up for being bought.

Thursday, September 26, 2002
The computers here at school, while being cool-ass Dells (Dude, I'm using a Dell!), suck in that if the link is supposed to open in a new window, the system won't allow it. Fuck you, I ain't opening no goddamned comment window, or opening that link in no muthafuckin new window. Ain't none of that shit going down here, biotch.

That's what it's saying, I swear.

That being said, it's not too bad, as I seem to be remembering my passwords, and the computer is BLACK. A big black computer, asking me to log on and use it. Ooo baby, Oooo baby.

I've just about finished the "draft" of my paper (due tomorrow)(Friday, genius). It is basically a rewrite of a Humanities paper, as taking Seminar is a giant joke. GIANT. JAMES DEAN GIANT. Not Barry Bonds GIANT, though. He ain't cool enough for that.

The chick who fixed the blinking Realplayer icon on the systray (yet another fuckup in this system) had really sweaty/wet hands. It was kinda grody.

No tutoring today, just a Rome meeting. And dammit, I like Liz from Campus Ministry. She's funny, really nice, and said I didn't talk down or act academically elite like a lot of other an/soc majors. Me likee the compliments.

Then again, in 21st Century Adolescence, one of the girls said I critiqued the cartoons too much. DAMMIT, woman, I critique EVERYTHING!

Wednesday, September 25, 2002
I want it known that I saw this, The Diabolical Curse Generator, first.

Also, my dad got all ranty when he saw "[local town] Auto Care" on my statement a lot. Go you, genius, it's for CHEAP GAS.


Just kidding.

Ok, bye bye.

Diabolical Curse Generator
The Diabolical Curse Generator - Get yours!!!

I am going to Rome.

I am waitlisted for NZ, but since there are a bazillion people on that, it's looking unlikely.

My passport will arrive in 5-6 weeks, government willing.

I'm a little less tense in some ways than before, and more in others. Yipe.

Catsuit - discuss.

I'm procrastinating some reading, so I might as well make the most of it by writing something maybe one person will read.

I find out tomorrow at noon whether I get to leave the country in January or not. Because I am a transfer student and credits get transferred in a strange, wonky way, and because I didn't finish spring quarter in San Diego, I am some small fraction away from being a senior, which would get me preferential treatment in several respects.

As such, I am stuck waiting. And possibly denied travel, despite this being my last Jan Term.

Now, I don't mean to get off on a rant here, but school sucks ass. Rather, school sucks when you have little willpower, and it is hard to get up the energy to read crap and write useless notes about it when you've driven cross-county a couple of times in a day, been on the go since 8ish, and get home ~10pm-ish. Yes, post offices, Kristin, and Seminar requirements, I'm looking at you.

What I would like is time. Squish everything I have to do (class, babysitting, tutoring) all into one block. That way, I've got many hours of uninterrupted time to do the crap that's expected of me. But no, I wasn't that smart, either in picking classes or saying yes to activities.

Yes, this has been a slightly bitchy post. To people who would be mean/insensitive/sarcastic/whatever in response, SAVE IT. I have no wish to read your "Your life does not suck, you are not a starving orphan in Ecuador" or "Stop being bratty" or anything like that posts. If I wanted that, I'd fucking post on the Diesel Sweeties board.

I think I'll turn this fucking box off. Too many goddamn temptations. Waaaaahhh....

Tuesday, September 24, 2002

Actually, no. That might get messy, not to mention awkward.

Monday, September 23, 2002
Check out Topato: topato is RUTHLESS - Dumbrella Board.

I do so LOVE being eeee-vil.

Michelle Pfeiffer is an odd duck - she's all angular and strange-lookin', but she's still really pretty. I just don't get it.

There's a new ad w/Enrique Iglesias, where he's going off about performing on stage, looking for someone who has something he loves. The camera pans across several hot chicks, then rests on some uncomfortable-looking guy. Enrique gives him the come-hither look that rubberizes most chick's knees.

Turns out the guy's holding a bag of chips.

I nearly died.

Ok, AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION!! Halloween Gaskell's (a dance thing) is coming up. How would you like to see me dress? I swear to take pictures. To give you an example:
People have dressed up as houris, Victorian hookers, the Joker and Harley Quinn, etc. Well, they haven't done the Joker and Harley yet, but still.

So, if you've got an idea, post it. I am SO all ears in the metaphorical sense.

Wee Willy Winky is a really dirty song.

I got a body massage and hothothot tub soak this weekend. Holy cow, were they good. Now, if only el body would remember the sweet sweet lovin and stay nice and relaxed. Nooooooo, that'd be too obvious.

I also had a killer pork bun at Chef Chu's. It was AWESOME.

My tshirt arrived - you can click this and it will show it to you. Yes, the shirt is actually bluer than that, but I really don't care as of right now.

There's lots going on in the life of KJB currently; much of it isn't for your ears/eyes, as, well, how do I know you're not Lynne "I-like-to-censor-people-lots" Cheney or my grandfather back from the dead? It's best not to take the chance, I think. In any event, I'd just like to say that I'm learning lots in many ways and fields, and that you all rock. I swear, it's not just the fatigue talking.

Please, god, let me get some useful sleep soon, preferably not interrupted by elvish medicine.

Friday, September 20, 2002
Jim ROCKS. He helped me figure out the setup for the dvd/vcr/tv thing, which now works. Il y'a un dieu. I have inaugerated the new setup with a viewing of Real Genius; I think it's fitting.

The great thing about captions-on in 80s-movie-montages is you learn the words to the songs used in the montages. In Real Genius, there are a couple of fairly good songs that as far as I know didn't get a ton of airplay; it's like retro treasures to find. Kinda like young-Val-Kilmer-ass. Not that you see it nekkid, but still.

I've got a black Epi bass. It's pretty, really. The amp is yellowed and old, but it works, and that's the important part.

I enjoy playing it, because I like music and sound and... yeah. It's been a while, and I'd have to practice a lot, but I hate practicing in front of people, and it's hard to gauge when my mom is going to knock on the door and get all involved.

I signed up for the school pep band - the pianist from choir was sitting at the table at the club fair, and so I went for it. I haven't played my sax in a while, so hey, I've played that crap before, it isn't hard. There is a weird jack at the bottom of the sax, which would be funny if it was an amp/mic jack, but I doubt that. It'd still be really cool.

I didn't get much sleep, but I did go to class. It's something.

Thursday, September 19, 2002
Quickquick post I don't know as I have time for:

DVD is hooked up to TV. VCR is waiting for its turn to be plugged in as well. Should need arise, simple cable switching in back will suffice.

Turns out NZ trip is not in boondocks as much - NZ has modern medicine, as well as those newfangled flush toilets and amenities.

Have yet to hear about Rome - meeting today, will be late.

Eyes are getting better, possibly! How odd. Have been wearing contacts in wrong eyes, so that may explain strange difficulty in reading.

Have not recieved latest WiGU t-shirt. Sad.

Must dash - am busy today! And have had cookie and bagel.

I am having far too much fun with this.

Yay! I finished the reading for Thursday, but have not gotten the thesis and outline for Friday done. Well.

I think I might go with the Rome trip, much as I loathe to - I'm a stubborn person, and I don't like giving up. Last time I did that, well, I passed up going to a killer school (Reed), and was pulled prematurely up from another one (UCSD). Among other things.

Where do names like Joe Lo Duca come from? I'm curious.

So, yeah. Je need more time. Wheeeee!

Wednesday, September 18, 2002
I suppose I ought to post something.

I've been HELLA busy for the past couple days. Holy shit.

The album the guy who plays Giles on BtVS made is ooookaaay, but it ain't so great that I'm hella glad I bought it. Sigh.

I'm trying to see whether I can swing going to NZ, but Dad's swaying me towards an alternate Rome trip. Stubborness dictates I hold fast, but the issues he brings up as well as the idea of the Rome one are swaying me. Maybe I'm just ticked that he doesn't want to spend $$ on me, but is fine with going for pleasure mostly to NZ in winter anyway...

I'm stopping, both for class and so I don't sound like a fucking brat.

Tuesday, September 17, 2002
From Acts of Gord - The Book of Chronicles - PAIN! AGONY!

I admire this man. Sort of.

Monday, September 16, 2002
The DVD player arrived! Now I can watch DVDs AND use my computer without the cursor going funny!

Sunday, September 15, 2002
I'm warning you - this may be slightly introspective and stuff. Sorry, kids, but that's the way it is. If you want fun stuff, go down to the Pleasantville review.
I don't mean this in a hint-hint-nudge-nudge way. Yes, it is inspired by recent events, but no, it ain't about you. Well, not that I'll tell.

I hate arguments. You may have gleaned this from when I mention my mom, and something I dislike about my relationship with her. A lot of that stems from an unwillingness to confront and say, Hey, you are really bugging me, and please don't slam the door, it doesn't reflect well, nor does it make you seem any more mature than me. But still. I don't like people who are close to one another having arguments. People on TV or radio debating something? Fine, have at it, rip each other to pieces with wooden spoons, I'm all for it. But when I know them, I am sad.

Perhaps, being a kid who vaguely remembers (but has probably blocked out) parental fights before and after separation and divorce, I hate the very idea of people who are supposed to love each other going at it like a partisan Congress. That the capacity for love also means a capacity for hate is very scary - you can love someone so much and then flip and say, Dammit, you are a fucking moron - that's just really boggling, and not in the happy way. Yes, fighting is supposedly the sign of a healthy relationship, and that everyone does it. I still don't like it. Simple disagreements are often just as bad - when you realize the other person either has no clue what you're talking about, or feels a completely different way such that there is little leeway for commonality... I'm sure I'm guilty of this; I'm too loud to be otherwise. However, I tend to waffle, so who knows. It's all very frustrating.

Maybe that's why I'm resisting deep connections with people, and staying on the instant-gratification side of friends. I don't want to get into a position where I disagree with them and it ends up being this major-ass thing. Does the human beast shy away from knowing someone because if they do, and they see something they don't like/agree with, they will run away and have wasted effort and been all open for nothing?
It is too late for this, and I've had far too little sleep.

Pleasantville - delightful movie with possible message. I love Tobey Maguire even more now, and Reese Witherspoon is very amusing indeed. Yes, you are funnier than the donkey.

Chris S's birthday party was funfunfun! We played Give Me the Brain, Fluxx, and Taboo, among others. What there was of food was fairly tasty, and the company was pleasant. When I say pleasant, I mean sexy.

Jamie (Rachel and Jim's kid) is a funny little boy. He has L.A. Lights-esque sneakers. I am in awe. That, and when I accidentally swore loudly (ie, one of my favorites, "Fuck!"), everyone pointed at Jamie, who was wandering around. Jim said, "Jamie, don't say 'fuck', ok?" and the kid says, "Ok, daddy." It was great.

Time for a bit of candy, a shower, and some homework! It all makes me look forward to Thursday!

Saturday, September 14, 2002
From CriminyPete.Com Knee Jerk Spoilers:
I can think of no better way to commemorate this day than by finally finishing my "Knockaround Guys" review. Or, if you want to do something pointless that makes you almost feel like you're doing something worthwhile, check out the Yahoo Living Tribute thing.

Watching this news coverage today gets me surly, though. Sorry, Hardball-Man, but Bush's presidency did NOT gain legitimacy just because something horrific happened while he was in office, and no matter how many times you clarify an angry pro-Bush rant with a 'that's a non-partisan remark I just made there,' I'm not buying it.

It reminds me of last year, when every news anchor was saying "The nation NEEDS to hear from its president, it NEEDS words of comfort and assurance." Nothing this silver-spoon business-criminal hypocritical "the way to solve environmental issues is to destroy more of it" bought-and-paid-for "my dad had the right idea, but he forgot to fight a war that never ends" cracker chucklehead says will ever comfort me. Unless it's "Effective tomorrow, I shall resign the presidency, and my vice president will also resign his position."

Yes, I'm being overly political on a day where I should be just remembering heroes. It's America, dude, learn the rules.

Get Your War On!

I love Senor Pete.

Mozerella balls (GOOD ones) are really tasty. My dad has really good taste sometimes, it seems. Go him (so long as it works in my favor)(mwuahahaha). ;)

I'm hoping that homework won't be too hard this weekend.

"Fuck! Fuck me in the goat-ass!"
- Adam Sandler's Goat

Thursday, September 12, 2002

Yes, I say "genius" a lot. BFD.

Parking at 11:00am at school is a NO-GO. College PTB, please, for the love of God and all that you hold holy, MAKE MORE PARKING. I got to class 20 minutes early, searched every available parking lot for commuters, and still, STILL, was late to class because I could find nowhere to park. No, I can't really carpool, County Connection has been completely unreliable the past few weeks (I've heard from those who know), and the idea of going to campus 2-3 hours early is not in the least appealing. So MORE PARKING. Got it?

I tutor this 8th grader in geometry, see, and he's really smart. If there was some way I could get him to actually have fun outside of being tutored all the time, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

Shop Smart, Shop S-Mart.

Is there any particular fancy way to dry flowers? I ask because I'd love to be able to just tie a string, hang them up in my closet (sorta walk in - more like closet corridor-walk-in thing) and then not have to worry about it.

There's this bit in Disturbed's "Down with the Sickness" (it reminds me of JonWhoIsMe) where they go into this semi-monologue about (I'm assuming) an abusive parent. Me, I like the radio edit better because of this, as I can then pump it up and not have to deal with the possibility of Mom walking in and asking what the hell that noise is. Moreso than usual.

Wednesday, September 11, 2002
And this is why we should not teach our children about religion and then give them a computer and a fucking voice.

In other news, the Mass of the Holy Spirit went well. I always feel a little awkward, as I'm not Catholic or even terribly religious in the slightest. That being said, I enjoy singing in the choir, as it's fairly stress-free and it sounds nice (although it'd sound better in Latin).

It's hot here. I'm in pj pants and a piece of ladies underwear designed for the chestal area. It'd be hot enough to get rid of the pants, but then again, I can't let you boys have too much to think about. I'm not sure why I share this. Perhaps it's the lack of useful food today (although thank you Carmen, for bringing the cookies in).So, yeah, Creationism is silly and narrowminded, especially when evangelized up the ass.

Now, I don't like getting all sentimental, and jumping on a bandwagon, or anything like that. A lot of people take this event in many different ways, and I'm not sure if I like them. In any case, I love monkey, and so that is why I shall plug the monkey's idea:
monkey's living memorial to the victims of 11 september 2001


It's the second week of class, I'm behind on reading, and I'm okay with it! Go emotional maturity or whatever. Blahbliddyblah, Major Tom's on.

I really shouldn't post this late at night, I post silly/stupid things. This has especially struck home after reading an acquaintence's LJ and seen what a mental mess she is. And I thought some other people I knew were messed...

Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Why do parents slam doors when they get the slightest bit peeved and then wonder why you never share anything with them?

From Penny Arcade - The Survey Adventure:
2. Are you a boy or a girl?
93.6% Boy
6.2% Girl
0.2% Left Blank

Whoohoo! Go me for being part of the 6.2% of girls who enjoy that quirky humor. Right then.

Tutoring was fun enough. He's a cool kid, and I like to think we got stuff done. Choir practice was far too long, but then again, Mass of the Holy Spirit on September 11? Gee. I can't see any reason for extra time to be taken...

I've decided I don't like this whole 8am-class-thing. Yes, I signed up, but dammit, I thought it was going to be taught by Flemer, not some random chick who teaches Polish literature.

Right then. I guess the weekend was so damn good that the thrill of learning new things in school isn't quite as big. That, and I fucking HATE waking up in the morning. And why can't there be parking for my fellow students and me for our 11am classes on Tuesday & Thursday? It's a madhouse, I say, MADHOUSE! Whooopwhoopwhoopwhoop WHOOOOPwhoopwhoopwhoop

Ok, one quick note before I hit the shower and bed (and no, Jamie/Zild, I am NOT always in the shower, it merely seems that way, just ask Mup):
This summer has been, quite possibly, the most intense and different summer I've ever experienced. I'm not saying the others all sucked; far from it. This one has just been so, I dunno, random, that it blows the others out of the water with sheer brassy conversations alone.

Oh, and I figured out how to make the Palm connect. ROCK. Go service dude, and guessing finally which port was right, and that whole turn-the-speed-down thing. TOY!

Ok, watah & sleeeeeeep taaahm.

Monday, September 09, 2002
Arrr! Avast, and talk like a pirate today!

No cataloging class today! Yay.

Eeeewww - remind me not to watch Ally McNotEatingAnythingBeal - she's making moon eyes at John Ritter. "Three's Company" John Ritter. Eeewwwww.

So arrrr, me harties, and parrrrrty harrrrrrd.


The weekend on the houseboat was lovely - people were nice, weather was pleasant, stars were fucking spectacular. It's practically a stargasm - you see so many stars, you see the Milky Way, and it's like, Whoa, only without the Keanu Reeves cameo.

You want to know what just made programs like Eudora, Netscape, and a couple others work now? THIS did. Rock.

Of course, I can't get the damn palm to read the serial port, or vice versa, which makes me wonder whether there's a problem with the dock, the serial port itself, or the thing just hates me. Yeah, yeah, it's the latter, har har. :)

I got my homework done ear-ly, I got my homework done ear-ly.

Saturday, September 07, 2002
I have been up for a while, on probably not enough sleep. I did some laundry, but forgot to put detergent in. Ooops.

I slacked, being the productive procrastinator I am, and so I now have a shitload of reading to do over the weekend. Thankfully, that damn essay is out of the way. Yes, I know, it was 1-2 pages, but still. It's a step in the right direction.

I'd like to say, though, that I am one lucky sonofagun (assuming a chick can be a sonofagun) sometimes. Seriously. Holy shit.

Seeya in a couple of days - will be gone on trip for the weekend. Such a harried life we lead - school, work, 1:30am-ish postings, weekend group getaways. Oy.

Friday, September 06, 2002
Working on another quiz page. I know I'm waiting with bated breath.

The RETARDs working in our school's bookstore sold me too many books. This is what happens when you don't let anyone down near the books because of insurance not covering injuries over the summer. So I've got four or five books that I don't need and that they won't probably take back. So while it's good that I went in early to get my books and thus got one of the three copies of a book for a class of 30, I got too many fucking books. Fuckers.
The above epithets are not meant with any disrespect for people with disabilities or copulating tendencies.

::snort:: I think I'd like some candy or something. Then get to homework so I don't have to bring any with me on the trip this weekend.

Now this is pretty.


Thursday, September 05, 2002
Ok, so the tutoring thing went ok. I think I might have to work on getting him out of his shell, but that's ok. Shy people are a-ok.

I have to resist. I have reading to do, and I stayed at Tom's w/Tom and Holly, and Law&Order came on, and... yeah.
My name is KJB, and I'm a Law&Order addict.

Crazy, crazy shiznat, my friends. All that, and a bag of fudge-topped cookies. Well, ok, a box.

Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Archaeological Cataloging ROCKS.

Get it?

Tomorrow I go with Tom to start tutoring the geometry student. Something to do! Yay. It only had to start, like, as soon as school started. Murphy, you bastard...

Apparently, there are ants upstairs. Mom refuses to open a window to let the smell of the hairspray (very effective and not as toxic ant-stopper) get out, and it's starting to seep down here. Ugh.

Dammit, I'm hungry. Time to eat...


I'm in a Seminar class with a chick who thinks that all Christians are gung-ho on the concept of the Holy Trinity and wears a jewel-encrusted crucifix whilst talking about how Genesis was written with Christians in mind.

Maybe I just get touchy when someone speaks for all Christianity when they probably have no clue what they're talking about. Not that I'm an omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscent genius.

The wine stain came out of my shirtsleeve! I'm in shock. Red wine isn't supposed to just come out like that, especially after all this time. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Just... amazed.

When is enough enough? Like, yeah.

Tuesday, September 03, 2002
An ad for Firestarter with Drew Barrymore made me think of something.

It's all well and good to ask, "If I _____, will you still love me?", but just because a person loves you doesn't mean they're going to be nice you all the time. It doesn't mean they'll want to be around you, eat cookies with you, all that. If it were me, I'd say, "If I _____, will you still love me and be nice to me?". That way, you'll get a far more useful answer.

YAY. New quiz pages are up. I plan to make a huge listing of quizzes, as that is something I think I can accomplish, unlike world peace.

I even updated the front page. Heaven forbid if I actually did something useful!

Buffy's cute. Sadly, she is competing for Law&Order love right now. Ugh! Harmony. SO on to L&O now.

You know, if I were Buffy, I'd get pretty pissed if everyone I went to go meet turned up dead. I mean, geez, she goes to see a priest, he's dead. She goes to see a friend, she's dead. She goes to see Angel, he's evil. She goes... you get it. No wonder she's got The Angst™.


Today was Adolescence in the 21st Century. It looks to be an interesting if overcrowded class (huge waitlist, filled room, no elbow space), and will most likely follow in the tradition of other Anthro/Soc classes. That is to say, there are no concrete answers, which will not keep your professor from telling you you are wrong.

Gen X is 1963-1981, apparently, with two "cohorts", or divisions, inside it - the Atari Cohort and the Nintendo Cohort, chronologically speaking. I find this amusing.

If I were in Public Safety on-campus, you can bet your booties that I'd've had a field day with parking tickets. Oh lordy. The things some of these people try to get away with... the inner metermaid is seething.

My tummy hurts. Stupid home-cooked meal.

Classes start in 9 hours. For those of you who are new, I am a junior/senior in college this year.

Yeah, whoop-dee-frikkin-doo.

I was looking forward to it, until I was sitting in Au Coquelet this evening and realized that I could no longer stick around as late as I have been. Stupid classes.

Granted, now I'll have something to do with my time, but honestly, it was fun being a bum.

Shower, and sleep.

Monday, September 02, 2002
Would it make you all feel better if I didn't swear as much? I am curious.

Ugh. One more day. Yuck.


I'm done now.

Sunday, September 01, 2002
More things that if put on DVD would make me un pauvre chien:

The Invisible Man (TV)
Law & Order (TV series, not just the 1st season)
Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Highlander: The Series (and not just the first lame season)
Batman: The Animated Series (before it got stupid and changed the look all around)

And DON'T FUCKING WALK WHEN YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO! Don't make me get Dennis Leary on your ass.

Not that I could, but I would.

I should never go into bookstores. It's just a fact I have to accept.

Nor should anyone but me be allowed near MY cookies. Good GOD. I knew I should've hid them better.

Soon there will be three more quiz pages up (at the very least, two). Yes, I am lazy.

Oh, and a note to all you retards out there:

Thank you.