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Not That I Liked The Books
But, this photo and another one with the kids, actually seems to capture the spirit of the books. I can't wait for the sequel. You know the one. Where the kids are being stalked by their uncle who wants their money, and no one believes them until he's been uncovered and escapes so it's too late to do anything?
Oh wait. That's all of them.
Inconsistent Power Loss
Custom Vans
I'd personally like to be able to use some of their other fabrics, but it's still fun to be able to design your shoes.
And the Slayer shoes are now available for preorder. I dig the blood splatter.
Maybe I'll Check The Truck
What I'm trying to figure out is why I have such a hard, actually, impossible time, asking people of the opposite sex out. I get quiet. I get nervous. I clam up. Wandering the aisles of Borders today was just another example of me finding someone attractive and just avoiding the entire situation.
There was an amazingly cute woman who kept accidentally walking in front of where I was looking at books. Crazy curly hair. Glasses. Great smile. I'm sure the ambulance driver uniform didn't hury. And through pure coincidence, we just kept bumping into each other and smiling. What did I do? Smiled and turned the other way.
Teachers. Coworkers. Strangers. I'm a social misfit. I'd just like to be able to ask someone out once without the constant fear of rejection, and reduction of self esteem that inevitably follows.
Day Eee Yoh
Yesterday proved that if anything, I can handle babies without breaking them using the power of massive body, and that I'm not a bad son.
First, the baby thing. Having never dealt with babies before, I am convinced they are the world's most fragile posession. I believe a slight breeze could bend them in half, removing important bits. This is partly because I've never had a friend who has dealt with babies before, and partly because, I'm a freak.
So, yesterday, A called (well e-mailed) me up, and invited me over for some quality vegetarian lunch. Her no-longer vegan friend came over from England and A wanted to cook for him. What was nice is that it was leftovers I was guaranteed to enjoy, because I'm the one who provided her with the recipes to cook. We had couscous burritos, clear thai soup, strawberry and spinach salad, fruit juices, hummus & pita, and I'm sure other things I'm forgetting. I was starving, expecting to make a lunch out of 10 dollar cheese fries from the movie theater, when I got her message. Instead of Ladykillers, I had some quality lunch.
Afterwards, she decided I was ready for a dry run, and had me watch the little ones (and I do mean little ones. The girl is still tiny. But her skin has grown accustomed to her body, which is a good thing) while she took the dogs out. It was maybe 5 minutes, but, I think still a good showing of faith.
Of course, the moment A left the area, the little girl decided, "Hey! I'm gonna spit up everywhere! How you doing!" So she did. I did what I thought was best, grabbing the spit up cloth, and getting her up to my shoulder from a laying down position, and wiped up her face. Much fussing later, I put her back in the chair that vibrates (a crazy idea if ever I've seen one) and she was out again. The entire her brother was unconscious, which was probably a good thing for me, as I'm sure I would have passed out from stress and lack of proper baby rangling lessons.
We both survived, so I call it a success.
I had to rush home after that to go see Scooby Doo 2. Yeah. You heard me right. Scooby Doo 2. I had no intentions of seeing it. I thought the first one ranked up there as Grinch Who Stole Christmas bad. But, my father (well, my mother really) mistook a joke I made to be serious, and my dad very excitedly (well for him) asked when I was going. He was in my room at 9 AM, asking for hours. When I told him I was kidding about seeing it, he seemed downtrodding, sad almost. So, I made good on my joke, and we saw it.
It wasn't good. You can read my review for that.
Spent the evening cooking again, this time Spicy Baby Corn and Zucchini over Ramen Noodles. Watched me some Wonderfalls. Talked to M a bit. And proceeded to try sleeping naturally, minus the Ambien. 3 hours later, pretending I could sleep, I broke down and took the pills. Lord I hope I can get back to a normal sleeping schedule.
Today is Ladykillers day. And, I believe educators discount day at Borders. So, I'm totally there to spend money I don't have.
Sweet Nubile Flesh
Logo Ideas for zombiebaby.com exist over here. For those of you that still read, gimme some feedback!
This Is Just Getting Silly
Is it the fault of ABC promotions, or Stephen King? I can't know for sure, but if their marketing idea of revealing that some nurse was the mother of one of the characters was a "dark secret being revealed," then I recommend they do some better research. We don't care about a character we've never met dying. Or maybe we did meet her, and because they're so tightlipped with character names I don't remember her. Hell, it took me 45 minutes to remember that Elmer was the young kid hot for the older doctor, whose name I STILL can't figure out.
Won't something better come on, so I can give this stupid show up?
Craving That Fresh Feeling
I have a bump on my noggin. I didn't notice it originally, but it's this. The fun part is that it's not a large bump, but a long bump, stretching the entire length of how I hit my head, which can only be described as such:
Imagine a semi trying to fit under a bridge that doesn't have enough clearance, getting stuch about halfway under. That's what my head tried doing with the ceiling.
So. I have a bump on my noggin.
In other news, I'm working on a logo for zombiebaby.com, my official journal/webzine/blog site. We can thank Dawn of the Dead for the domain name idea. ZOMBIE BABY!
You Will Never Live
Forum Fun
What I find funny, is that this guy either thinks we're serious, or he's a better actor than Steve and me. All in all, it's just too damn funny.
God Is A Bullet
Have I mentioned I've had more to drink in the past 4 days than I've had in months? It's true. Stolichnaya's, mudslided, Smirnoff Twisteds, and to top it off a shot of Southern Comfort.
"Mike," you may be asking me, "why the booze?"
And my response is, "Why the fuck not?"
At least I'm doing something. And I don't feel like a depressed mess afterwards. I actually feel relaxed after one drink. After two drinks I'm positively a good person.
But, I really whacked my head good on M's low-hanging ceiling bits last night. It still hurts. I'm surprised there wasn't blood and death involved actually.
This morning, my mouth tastes like dry leather. So, I must have had just the right amount to drink. And I'm exhausted. I may not be long for the workforce today.
Reliving The Past
And, I'd like to go on record to all those people who confuse the words cliche and stereotype.
stereotype: something conforming to a fixed or general pattern; especially : a standardized mental picture that is held in common by members of a group and that represents an oversimplified opinion, prejudiced attitude, or uncritical judgement
cliche: a hackneyed theme, characterization, or situation. Something (as a menu item) that has become overly familiar or commonplace.
That being said. Drawing a character for a summer reading theme with a raccoon skin cap, is not a stereotype. It's a cliche. That's actually what was worn back then. They also carried rifles and wore leather. But, it is not a negative idea that STEREOTYPES an entire race. EVERYONE did it. DAVY CROCKETT is known for it.
It's no different than placing a woman from the 50s in a poodle skirt. It's nothing more than an idea that has been used so much, it's become a CLICHE.
Drawing an indian (or native american if you're politically correct. Whatever floats your boat.) with a feather headress is a stickier situation, but during that time, yes it was also commonplace. It is also a cliche, culminated from actual practice. It is not being used in a negative way, which would then make it a stereotype. It's based on the era of Lewis and Clark. This is how things were.
So please, just because something is overused, that doesn't make it a negative stereotype. Get your own problem with words out of the way, before you try telling me I'm something I'm not.
The Tiredness In The Eye Movement
I am tired. Beyond tired. I don't currently know if there's a word to describe where I am on the exhaustion scale. The downside is I'm all so over-stimulated from the past 8 hours of work, I haven't calmed down yet, and it's three hours after work is over.
If I haven't mentioned it, we have about three times the staff we usually have at my job. The other building had an electrical fire. Water seeped into the ground line. Spark. Spark. Lights dimmed. Fireball. No electricity. They all got the first day off, but after that they either had to take vacation, or come work in our building.
Of course, no one wants to take a vacation when forced like that, so we now have more people than our building can handle. It's a stressful situation. Just today, I think we had 7 people on desk in my department alone. There were nearly a dozen people up on the front desk. People are tripping over each other. It's crazy.
But, it's also stressful because the buildings have two different personalities. We're more relaxed, and while I complain about the dysfunctionality of it, it's a more preferrable environment for me. I can get my work done (usually) without having supervisors constantly interrupting me and questioning what I'm doing. That's not the case currently. In fact, I have more work because I can be reached easier.
It's not just me either. People are being interrogated about how they're doing their job. It's uncomfortable for them.
In some cases, I don't mind. Our PR person borrowed my office. I think she's a fun person with great ideas who respects me, and who I respect. So, I told her she could use my office. I nearly typed she can use me. That's not right. She is cute though. But that's not the point. People who respect me get some leeway in my world.
Many of the building's staff though, are being asked to accomodate, which, in most cases, seems to mean "you're losing your office until this is fixed." At least, that's what it's coming across as. I have some friends who are uncomfortable with the whole thing, because now they're computers are being rooted through by strangers.
Tonight was also interesting, because I was told I was sharing my storytime with some person I've never met. In fact, I agreed to it in a conversation I never had, apparently. So, in one of my biggest storytime nights in months, I now have to hand over half my time to a person who can't seem to get an audience at all over in the other building. Luckily my families were understanding. But, it's all just a little much for me.
Plus, our new part time person talks to me as if he has a more power than me, which is starting to grate on my nerves. That and he used to work a print shop, so he pretends to know more about design software than he does. I at least admit my ignorance. I will never be a master of Quark, Photoshop or Illustrator. I'm too old school artist to care enough. They're tools I need to get a job done. Returning to the point, his attitude. It's obnoxious.
I look forward to returning to our old ways. I realize I'm not a team player. I enjoy working on things alone. I enjoy entrusting my ideas to a select group of people. And now....there's a lot more people getting up in my business. I miss the quiet of before.
I'm a stick in the mud. I have no problem with this. I know I'm not as crazy and outgoing as before. But that's not a bad thing. I watched Letterman tonight. He's a different person than he was when he was younger too. And that's not a bad thing no matter what people say. It means you're evolving as a person. I don't want to remain the same person I was. I can't imagine living like that.
Stuck With Serious Thoughts
It's been an incredibly light-hearted evening. So, to balance that out, I've put up a nice sad apocalyptic tale over on the writing site. It's a public one for the masses to read. I figure it's in celebration of Dawn of the Dead.
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