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(Thank all that's holy, I'm leaving the South, in less than a week)
Too tired to get through what I want, so here's something for you to read
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
| You Are an Espresso |
 At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping Your caffeine addiction level: high |
| You Are A Friendly Ex |
 You and your ex are just friends - great friends really. (At least that's what you keep telling yourself!) While civility is a good thing, make sure you're not secretly wanting more... |
| You Are Bert |
 Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them! You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others |
(Bert? I'm the messiest person I know! I live in a kind of managed chaos...)
| You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew |
 You take the title "mad scientist" to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab. And you've invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician. But while you're busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker! "Oh, that's very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute." |
(OK... I can see that)
| You Passed 8th Grade Math |
 Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct! |
(Naturally, Beaker...)
OK, that's enough for the next few minutes... :)
| You Are A Chestnut Tree |
 You are a born diplomat with a well developed sense of justice. And even though you're impressive and intimidating, you're also fun to be around. You can be irritated easily, and you sometimes act superior. Nevertheless, you are sensitive of others feelings and very loyal. Sometimes you feel misunderstood and are fiercely close to those who know you best. |
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
An' dis mah other brotha Daryl
Get over it already.
GUH?
nice
Who is Little Man aimed at? It looks dumb. Not funny-dumb. Pointless dumb.
Get over it already.
GUH?
nice
Who is Little Man aimed at? It looks dumb. Not funny-dumb. Pointless dumb.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Note
Babe, if you weren't reading the Toy's blog, it should be safe again, just stop at the previous note.
Saw this today. Worth a few chuckles. (typed "work a few..." and thought that was a nice slip). Source is adult so on the other blog in a bit.
Today was OK. Got my wedding pics uploaded to Flickr (no link here--my persona here is carefully separate from my real ID), played some X-Box with my husband, reveled in the simple joy of him being home. The trouble was, "I'm hungry, what's for dinner?" I'd thawed something for Pet to make, but she took some benadryl for a bug bite and was asleep. Now, I'm generally handy in the kitchen, but today was NOT my day to be there. First, I went to get some pots and a colander, and there were bugs everywhere--someone had left a bag of oranges out (I always refrigerate the damn things, but the kitchen has been so cluttered of late, I've just not even paid attention to what was on the floor. From there, I decided to tidy up and declutter as much as possible, putting cookies and alcohol on the refrigerator and other things in the cabinets. Then I put the pots on the stove. Oh, yeah, the other day I noticed the whole stove was greasy and wiped it down as best I could--never got wiped down after the beef dish that was made for everyone last week. So I put the pot of hot water on the big burner (you know the one) to make spaghetti for five, and as I am tending to the beef and onions in the other pot (my sauce starter), suddenly I smell a slight burnt odor--and flames flare around the pot of water. I'm trying to turn off burners, call my husband, and get the pot off and get him to grab a lid to smother the flames. So I look at the new microwave rice/pasta cooker and determine that it won't be big enough, so we get the burner cleaned out and start over with the water. Well, as the beef and onions get done and the water almost reaches a boil... CRASH!! A bottle of So-Ju from the top of the fridge crashes across both pots. I scream, the husband is there before I've even finished screaming, his adrenaline flamed up so much that he doesn't notice that he's sprained his ankle jumping up to help me for a full 3-4 minutes. Had to dump the water, which now had bits of all kinds of things in it, and start over for the third time. And try to rescue as much of the beef and onions as I could.
Dinner was pretty damn good, actually. I'm a more-than-passable cook. But things just attack me, my whole life they have, and it seems like spending time in the kitchen with a lot of hot things and a lot of sharp things may just be tempting fate. Also giving people an excuse to make up stories about how I can't cook without burning down the kitchen.
Today was OK. Got my wedding pics uploaded to Flickr (no link here--my persona here is carefully separate from my real ID), played some X-Box with my husband, reveled in the simple joy of him being home. The trouble was, "I'm hungry, what's for dinner?" I'd thawed something for Pet to make, but she took some benadryl for a bug bite and was asleep. Now, I'm generally handy in the kitchen, but today was NOT my day to be there. First, I went to get some pots and a colander, and there were bugs everywhere--someone had left a bag of oranges out (I always refrigerate the damn things, but the kitchen has been so cluttered of late, I've just not even paid attention to what was on the floor. From there, I decided to tidy up and declutter as much as possible, putting cookies and alcohol on the refrigerator and other things in the cabinets. Then I put the pots on the stove. Oh, yeah, the other day I noticed the whole stove was greasy and wiped it down as best I could--never got wiped down after the beef dish that was made for everyone last week. So I put the pot of hot water on the big burner (you know the one) to make spaghetti for five, and as I am tending to the beef and onions in the other pot (my sauce starter), suddenly I smell a slight burnt odor--and flames flare around the pot of water. I'm trying to turn off burners, call my husband, and get the pot off and get him to grab a lid to smother the flames. So I look at the new microwave rice/pasta cooker and determine that it won't be big enough, so we get the burner cleaned out and start over with the water. Well, as the beef and onions get done and the water almost reaches a boil... CRASH!! A bottle of So-Ju from the top of the fridge crashes across both pots. I scream, the husband is there before I've even finished screaming, his adrenaline flamed up so much that he doesn't notice that he's sprained his ankle jumping up to help me for a full 3-4 minutes. Had to dump the water, which now had bits of all kinds of things in it, and start over for the third time. And try to rescue as much of the beef and onions as I could.
Dinner was pretty damn good, actually. I'm a more-than-passable cook. But things just attack me, my whole life they have, and it seems like spending time in the kitchen with a lot of hot things and a lot of sharp things may just be tempting fate. Also giving people an excuse to make up stories about how I can't cook without burning down the kitchen.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
The problem with this is that some women "let themselves go" in terms of weight and makeup (in other words, don't live for their fucking looks) from the get-go. This, in other words, is the part I take exception to: "Second, he can't have fun with her even if she was willing, because she now has let herself turn into Kathy Bates." Very funny. Some of us are overweight, don't wear makeup, do wear sweats--today I'm wearing a T Shirt and Jar Jar Binks boxer shorts--and still get more action and have more solid and loving relationships than most Americans. I'd wager I will have more sex in the next 2 weeks than the average US resident will in the next 12 months. And yeah, I dote on my kids. Making marriage and sex work is more about having the same expectations than meeting some arbitrary standard of what a spouse should be for another.
Richard Simmons on Who's Line
(AKA, why not to watch funny vids alone on your laptop in a room full of people)
(Warning: GAY AS ALL HELL in the literal sense. Duh.)
Useful tip for searching Google Video
Nice day for a drive?
Sigh
Things to hate about local TV news
Found this on Reddit, but the warning may be the best part. (note: If you find it on this blog, it just might be offensive. Don't go clickin' my links if you then need warnings about the content). (standard disclaimer, as a hippie liberal I don't agree with a lot of this shit, and find much of it downright offensive. So? If you can't read even what offends you sometimes, you're going to be a pathetic, underinformed individual)
You go, girls
Interesting, but makes assumptions that are not necessary to faith
Why we all need a daily fuck (I was musing this morning that if every adult in the world started the day with a good orgasm, the world would be a far more pleasant place)
(AKA, why not to watch funny vids alone on your laptop in a room full of people)
(Warning: GAY AS ALL HELL in the literal sense. Duh.)
Useful tip for searching Google Video
Nice day for a drive?
Sigh
Things to hate about local TV news
Found this on Reddit, but the warning may be the best part. (note: If you find it on this blog, it just might be offensive. Don't go clickin' my links if you then need warnings about the content). (standard disclaimer, as a hippie liberal I don't agree with a lot of this shit, and find much of it downright offensive. So? If you can't read even what offends you sometimes, you're going to be a pathetic, underinformed individual)
You go, girls
Interesting, but makes assumptions that are not necessary to faith
Why we all need a daily fuck (I was musing this morning that if every adult in the world started the day with a good orgasm, the world would be a far more pleasant place)
Saturday, July 08, 2006
ROFL
NSF fucking W fer the love of mike but FUNNY (especially the bit at around 1:49) (folks, that ain't how polyamory works for most of us--most of us really only have a partner or a couple and don't fuck around--well, rarely, and by arrangement)
Goodie Bag for more
This ain't nice
This one took me a bit, but that dark angel background rawks
Some of today's links via WebZen
I am crazy dizzy, so... later!
NSF fucking W fer the love of mike but FUNNY (especially the bit at around 1:49) (folks, that ain't how polyamory works for most of us--most of us really only have a partner or a couple and don't fuck around--well, rarely, and by arrangement)
Goodie Bag for more
This ain't nice
This one took me a bit, but that dark angel background rawks
Some of today's links via WebZen
I am crazy dizzy, so... later!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
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