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Why Can't We Be Friends? Jerk.
I've officially run into my first problem selling stuff on Half.com. Apparently, whomever this person is, is trying to convince me I mailed them a DVD in a plain manilla envelope. Never mind the fact that I have the box I took it out of right here, and it's most definitely a Scotch bubble mailer, (cat. no 7914). I guess I'm suppose to be responsible for the smashed case because the Postal service smashed it.
Because, really, that's how it works.
Stupid dink.
Scars To Last A Lifetime
Who wants to scar their children for life? Edenberry Collectable Doll Factory will help you along by constructing dolls to look like your children.
Play Dress Up. Get Down.
Where is Mike buying clothes for A's kids? That's a good question that can now be answered.
How about Lucky lil' Devil.
Or maybe Dookiewear.
Man. Talk about fun.
Paint Me The Swinging Times
I have a confession to make. I'm in love with a video game character. No. It's not Lara Croft. No. It's not any of the other mindless characters that Eidos or other such companies have put upon us in video games and awful movies.
No. My friends. I am in love with Ulala. You may not have ever seen her before. It wouldn't surprise me. But Ulala lives in my dreams. Ulala lives in the Sega game Space Channel 5.
Once upon a time, all my friends had fallen for this 60's mod vixen, with her swirling hips and neon hair. Short skirts. Long boots. What wasn't to love.
Not to mention the game is, I believe, one of the most fun games ever. EVER.
And with the release of Space Channel 5 Special Edition this past Tuesday, I rediscovered my love for my sweet Ulala. She's only more delicious to my eyes. I forgotten what I've loved about her. But I remember now.
Let us never part again my sweet Ulala.
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I went on a bit of a game spree this week. Let's see...
Lord of the Rings: Return of the King.
Mario & Luigi
Viewtiful Joe
Space Channel 5 Special Edition
I shouldn't have bought them. But, I don't feel like reading, and I needed something to do to relax me. And video games...they aggravate me, but they take my mind of the real world. And that's all I'm asking for.
Only Do What You Know
I know, and I understand that the whole miracle of birth thing is this weird mystery that makes most women gooey with excitement, but what I don't understand is the need to completely ignore the pregnant person's needs for their own personal excitement and thrills.
I don't get the thought process behind people thinking that you're allowed to touch the pregnant woman's belly simply because she's pregnant. Are you allowed to touch her belly any other time of her life? If you're not her husband, I'm pretty sure the answer is no. You're invading a personal bubble. Stop it!
Maybe she's more uncomfortable with her feet up. Leave her alone.
I can only say, I look forward to A going on leave for the sake of her own sanity. These people give me a headache and I'm not even dealing with them as much as she has to now. Maybe when she's at home, she'll actually get rest.
The Destruction Of Civilization
Does anyone else find this whole "Family Fear Factor" thing wrong and slightly disgusting on NBC's part? Or is it just me?
"Eat these grubs so mommy can be famous honey!"
Hell Boy, You're A Star!
Hellboy!!!
Homina homina homina.
My Own Worst Enemy
Maintaining friends is something I try very hard to do, but she really speaks true on the whole situation. With AH getting all pregnant up in there, I've always worried that it means the little bit of contact we still have will slip away.
It's especially hard when we both hate using the phone and rely on e-mails to communicate with each other.
Despair Makes Me Giggle
Bring on the pot!
I l l i n o i s
Bill approved: September 1978
Current status: Still in effect
Highlights: Establishes a controlled substances therapeutic research program; allows doctors to use and prescribe marijuana for glaucoma, cancer chemotherapy, and other medically necessary procedures; authorizes physicians to purchase marijuana from the Department of Law Enforcement.
Knuckle Biting Ice Mountain
I finished up A's personalized book. She loves it. Hell. I love it. I'm hoping to make the senior project I have to do for school a web based store to sell the wares of my friends. Whether it be MF's purses or creepy natural art, or my books and journal, or greeting cards, I want to make us some money.
AH recommended I just turn in the Red Pen Design web page and be done with it. And that's oh so very tempting.
Did I mention my web page design class is a big ol' joke? First week's assignment? Create a folder tree for the other 4 weeks. That was it. If I was feeling better, I'd do all 5 weeks homework on one day. I may still do that. Get it done on Thanksgiving or something and be done with it. I nearly typed tit. Be done with tit!
Sleep is back to normal now, if you can consider me taking two Sleepinol before bed normal. But at least I'm not waking up every hour. And, with more sleep, the dizziness tends to stay away.
Finally got a doctor's appointment for Tuesday. It's only been nearly a month. Two since the whole MS relapse started in. I'm sure he's going to tell me nothing can be done but getting some rest and no stress allowed.
Ha.
Misery Loves Mister Me
Because I thought you'd enjoy my Christ on a stick analogy...
"DOUG, BABY!"
"Christ on a stick!"
"You said it, brother!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" I could feel Gabe looking at me. I could feel the
questions forming in the air. Christ on a stick? I could hear him ask.
I turned to him quickly, and angrily, and said, "Yes. Christ on a stick.
Battered. Deep fried. Like a corn dog, but with less sin."
Name Yourself A Name
I should say I'm ATTEMPTING to read Return of the King. Blah blah blah, classic, blah blah blah. They forgot to mention that Tolkien was drunk on adjectives and exposition. It's just so hard to get through. I can't wait for the movie!
I've also learned that staying in complete darkness keeps the eyes from moving opposite each other.
Don't You Forget About Me
I'm pretty sure this isn't a widely known thing, but I was sent an e-mail telling me to order, and I thought I'd pass the news along to the mysterious readers of my page.
The Kids In The Hall - The Complete First Season
In other fun news, I'm still trying to adjust to waking up early on Wednesday mornings. My schedule was changed, and while I was usually up at 8 most days anyway, there is now all this "getting dressed" and no longer can I "sleep in" if I wanted to.
Rabbit Ears. Hammer Down.
Yahoo! News - U.S.'s 'Iron Hammer' Code Name 1st Used by Nazis
Really. This was inevitable wasn't it?
Flowers For The Dead
Crazy night at the library. Storytime had 40 people there. FORTY! WHAT THE HELL!? I usually have 10. TEN!?
I'm beat.
Jelly Baby, You're A Star
Buffy Star Favorite to Play Dr Who
I just can't see Sarah Michelle Gellar as the doctor.
I'm kidding.
We Can Rebuild Him
Got bored. Followed a link. Went to Blogskins. Redesigned the site.
We All Fall Down
Couple new links over on the side there. Got a message from Sheena asking if I could be linked, and I said dandy. Thought I'd return the favor. I'm putting them here to for good measure.
San Francisco United
Tragic City
Shit So Thick, You Can Stir With A Stick
This Article from the Guardian at least gives some hope that not everyone is completely fooled by our President.
It was bad enough that he wanted most of central England closed. It was bad enough they were giving the secret service the right to shoot basically whomever they wanted. But at least they're being told that if you DO shoot someone, you may be going to jail.
Grey Is Such A Pity
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Radio Sunnydale over in the UK has NINE more freakin' tracks than the American version. WHY?!
Oh well. I ordered it. And proving that our Amazon sucks the big toe of evil, I ordered it last night at midnight, and the UK site has ALREADY shipped it. They should get those people to run our Amazon.
Daily Yomiuri On-Line
Daily Yomiuri On-Line reports that Japan just wants libraries to stop being libraries so their book selling markets can make some money.
Stupid libraries. Being all library-like.
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