It is not often that I complain about Facebook, er, OK I actually complain all the time but rarely write about how annoying that site can be because if I did it would quickly turn into a book instead of this sweet, humble blog. The last time I did so was several months ago about the "Boobquake Idiocy." (It's a good post, click the link and read it too.)
The most recent derangement is a fun (assume I wrote fun sarcastically because, um, that is exactly what I did) little game where you email a person with a number and then that person will post an anonymous comment about what they really think about you using the number as an identifier as opposed to something clear, such as an actual name. On the surface, it sounds about as much childish pointlessness as passing a note saying "check this box if you like me, or check this box if you want to rip my guts out with a rusty spork." Then the reality of the game sets in and we start to see where it all goes wrong (even without a rusty spork).
First off, this game can be fun if you are in that same category of people that passed the above-mentioned notes. For the rest of us it is the same as listening to one of our friends chat away on their phone, only being able to catch one side of the conversation. Granted that you have to expect to get stuck reading some of that kind of posting from time to time, but now with this game going on I have to scroll through at least a couple pages of posting in order to maybe (maybe maybe maybe) catch a post that I actually want to read (and those are always hit or miss on a normal day). Might as well call it McFacebook because most of what it is feeding me is worthless fattening fluff with no nutritional value. Sure, some of the juicier bites might taste good but it is only putting unhealthy weight onto your karma and turning your mind into a lethargic lump.
Second, if we assess the game within it's own value system and pretend that it is a valuable and productive pastime, it still breaks down even within it's own rules. The main point of it is that you can receive either validation or refutation about your character anonymously, yet still in a public forum to give it a sort of voyeuristic quality. However (always seems to be a however) the majority of the posts I have seen (and I have seen way too many) have also been "liked." So out of curiosity to see if my suspicions were correct, the people who "liked" those posts were always different people for each of the postings (the few exceptions I found to that were from people who tend to click "like" for everything that people post and were easy to filter out). However (hmmm, another however can't be a good sign) there are a lesser number of people who actually then comment a reply to these posts. While there is no way to be 100% sure that people are giving up their secret identities by doing such replies, it is a safe bet that a high majority actually are because that is how stupid human nature works. If you happen to be playing this game as the poster of secret comments to numbered people I would love for you to read though your posts and count up the number of people who outed themselves compared to the ones who did not and leave me a comment with the totals (even though we wouldn't be able to be sure that you are not "adjusting" your numbers because you obviously like the game and may want to falsify support for it, or not and give us accurate numbers, but who can say for sure with things being so "anonymous").
Thirdly, for playing such a game on what is supposed to be a social site, it is really more of an anti-social game. While games meant for only 2 people are fun for them, it gets rather boring and tiresome watching people play tic-tac-toe, and even more so when you only get to see one persons side of the game.
Fourthly, I have only seen 2 negative posts out of about 100 in the last 2 days. While this does make sense because most people are not Facebook friends with their enemies, it tends to turn the game into more of a sad cry for validation and it seems that they are receiving just that.
(Afterthoughts)
If you need validation that bad, buy a damn puppy!!! (And I am still giggling about the phrase "McFacebook.")
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Repeat... repeat... repeat...
This post is a repeat. That doesn't mean I have written this before but refers instead to something that those who are more tech savvy can only think about with a twitchy eye.
Exactly one week ago, we finally got our internet upgraded out here at my Mom's farm homestead. We were using a usb internet stick from a cell phone company. Now I totally hate those things and did everything I could to talk interested people out of purchasing those when I did my prison time at the AT&T call center (cell phone division, customer service via Alorica), but it was a bit faster than our other option of dial-up (and satellite is too expensive with all the usage restrictions they pile on you). We now have wireless internet, actual wireless internet (not talking about wireless home network) that is kinda like a totally landlocked satellite connection (tower on our house gets a signal from a tower in a town 5 miles away). It's not quite up to what I consider high speed but is still a hella lot better for being dsl's clumsy little brother.
My biggest gripe with it is that I am stuck with a NAT 3 rating when I go online with my PS3 which means online gaming is petty much suckier than a dockside whore. And there is no way to fix it through router reconfiguration cause I have wasted several hours trying. I have not however attempted plugging directly into the system yet since that means moving the PS3 into a different room & I am lazy, but I did attempt wiring directly into one of the wireless routers which theoretically should have given me a NAT 2 rating and still failed to satisfy {insert lame boyfriend joke here}. While disappointing {add a 3rd bad sexual pun} I do have enough toys to keep my happy {enough sucky jokes because 2 is company, 3's a crowd, 4 is too many, & 5's not allowed}.
Now time to address the repetition alluded to earlier. Our internet is piped into the house in a room upstairs. That room is kinda like an entertainment room mostly for my nephews (it's actually my old bedroom) and has directv, a PS2, a Wii, and a computer (tower version). Wiring up the computer to a wireless router (small room, short cable) was simple. Picking up a wireless signal was no trouble for my laptop & PS3 down the hall in my bedroom either. My Mom's computer downstairs is where the trouble began. It is easily within range of the wireless router IF we lived in a more modern (i.e. cheaper built) house. Instead we live in an old farm house built when they made walls by cutting an entire tree into a long rectangle and stacked & mortared them together to make walls before bricking them in to add some polish to the design. While that means that this house will lose its roof several times over before any walls will fall down, it also means that a wireless signal gets kicked in the shin and laughed at for trying to do anything. So the problematic side effect is that I can't get enough of a signal to Mom's computer.
So although I was already using a Belkin N wireless router, there are a few more powerful options that might broadcast stronger, faster, and able to leap multistory building 2 out of 3 attempts. So a couple of trips to Radio Shack buying and then returning the best routers they carried (screw you Netgear) with unsatisfying results, I decided that using a repeater was going to be the best option (see, told you this would be about repeating). Of course no place actually sells those locally, but the max range Netgear (I still hate you Netgear) has a repeater funtion built into it. That was great because otherwise I was going to have to flash software (DD-WRT) to my other Belkin G wireless router to get it to do that and I didn't really want to run the risk of bricking the damn thing if I screwed up a step during that process.
So basically after hours of feeling like Netgear's products would work just as well whole as when smashed into bits from a hammer, I did several more hours of troubleshooting research to discover that wireless repeaters are a pipe dream for a home network due to the lack of standards wireless routers use. The best chance you have is to use the exact same brand and model of routers throughout your entire network, and even then it is still going to be iffy. Hell, even different models of the same type of brand will fail more often than not so using devices manufactured by different companies had me screwed before I even started.
At that point I was ready to flash dd-wrt to my old G router but as luck would have it, the version of the model I have is not compatible with that program (although several other versions of my model actually are, grrrr). Now the Netgear was compatible with that program and although it already did have a setup for wireless repeating (which wouldn't work for me), dd-wrt would work. But that also meant that I would not be able to return it to regain my money and there was a chance I could break it by forcing new firmware into it's spiteful guts.
Last chance I had was to run a cable from the upstairs to the downstairs (which is frowned on in this household) and in order to be clearance from the household boss to do that I had to find a way to get the G router to work as a wired repeater and have it stashed out of sight under a cabinet in the room next to Mom's computer. It took a few different configurations in the router settings (I don't even remember what they are after trying so many different ones on multiple routers) but finally victory was mine, and it only took 5 days to grasp it.
(Afterthoughts)
1) Screw Netgear, 2) If you manage to setup a wireless repeater, immediately go buy a lottery ticket, 3) Screw Netgear.
Exactly one week ago, we finally got our internet upgraded out here at my Mom's farm homestead. We were using a usb internet stick from a cell phone company. Now I totally hate those things and did everything I could to talk interested people out of purchasing those when I did my prison time at the AT&T call center (cell phone division, customer service via Alorica), but it was a bit faster than our other option of dial-up (and satellite is too expensive with all the usage restrictions they pile on you). We now have wireless internet, actual wireless internet (not talking about wireless home network) that is kinda like a totally landlocked satellite connection (tower on our house gets a signal from a tower in a town 5 miles away). It's not quite up to what I consider high speed but is still a hella lot better for being dsl's clumsy little brother.
My biggest gripe with it is that I am stuck with a NAT 3 rating when I go online with my PS3 which means online gaming is petty much suckier than a dockside whore. And there is no way to fix it through router reconfiguration cause I have wasted several hours trying. I have not however attempted plugging directly into the system yet since that means moving the PS3 into a different room & I am lazy, but I did attempt wiring directly into one of the wireless routers which theoretically should have given me a NAT 2 rating and still failed to satisfy {insert lame boyfriend joke here}. While disappointing {add a 3rd bad sexual pun} I do have enough toys to keep my happy {enough sucky jokes because 2 is company, 3's a crowd, 4 is too many, & 5's not allowed}.
Now time to address the repetition alluded to earlier. Our internet is piped into the house in a room upstairs. That room is kinda like an entertainment room mostly for my nephews (it's actually my old bedroom) and has directv, a PS2, a Wii, and a computer (tower version). Wiring up the computer to a wireless router (small room, short cable) was simple. Picking up a wireless signal was no trouble for my laptop & PS3 down the hall in my bedroom either. My Mom's computer downstairs is where the trouble began. It is easily within range of the wireless router IF we lived in a more modern (i.e. cheaper built) house. Instead we live in an old farm house built when they made walls by cutting an entire tree into a long rectangle and stacked & mortared them together to make walls before bricking them in to add some polish to the design. While that means that this house will lose its roof several times over before any walls will fall down, it also means that a wireless signal gets kicked in the shin and laughed at for trying to do anything. So the problematic side effect is that I can't get enough of a signal to Mom's computer.
So although I was already using a Belkin N wireless router, there are a few more powerful options that might broadcast stronger, faster, and able to leap multistory building 2 out of 3 attempts. So a couple of trips to Radio Shack buying and then returning the best routers they carried (screw you Netgear) with unsatisfying results, I decided that using a repeater was going to be the best option (see, told you this would be about repeating). Of course no place actually sells those locally, but the max range Netgear (I still hate you Netgear) has a repeater funtion built into it. That was great because otherwise I was going to have to flash software (DD-WRT) to my other Belkin G wireless router to get it to do that and I didn't really want to run the risk of bricking the damn thing if I screwed up a step during that process.
So basically after hours of feeling like Netgear's products would work just as well whole as when smashed into bits from a hammer, I did several more hours of troubleshooting research to discover that wireless repeaters are a pipe dream for a home network due to the lack of standards wireless routers use. The best chance you have is to use the exact same brand and model of routers throughout your entire network, and even then it is still going to be iffy. Hell, even different models of the same type of brand will fail more often than not so using devices manufactured by different companies had me screwed before I even started.
At that point I was ready to flash dd-wrt to my old G router but as luck would have it, the version of the model I have is not compatible with that program (although several other versions of my model actually are, grrrr). Now the Netgear was compatible with that program and although it already did have a setup for wireless repeating (which wouldn't work for me), dd-wrt would work. But that also meant that I would not be able to return it to regain my money and there was a chance I could break it by forcing new firmware into it's spiteful guts.
Last chance I had was to run a cable from the upstairs to the downstairs (which is frowned on in this household) and in order to be clearance from the household boss to do that I had to find a way to get the G router to work as a wired repeater and have it stashed out of sight under a cabinet in the room next to Mom's computer. It took a few different configurations in the router settings (I don't even remember what they are after trying so many different ones on multiple routers) but finally victory was mine, and it only took 5 days to grasp it.
(Afterthoughts)
1) Screw Netgear, 2) If you manage to setup a wireless repeater, immediately go buy a lottery ticket, 3) Screw Netgear.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Zack Attack, er, Dedication
There once was a man named Zack,
Who tried to teach ducks how to quack,
He had quite a cow,
When they only would meow,
And this story is totally fact.
So he went on a great big attack,
Drove over them in a semi named Mack,
We got quite a laugh,
When he cut them in half,
For their insides were really part cat.
(Afterthoughts)
Dedicated to all the Zacks I know and the ones I don't (whether I want to know them or not).
Who tried to teach ducks how to quack,
He had quite a cow,
When they only would meow,
And this story is totally fact.
So he went on a great big attack,
Drove over them in a semi named Mack,
We got quite a laugh,
When he cut them in half,
For their insides were really part cat.
(Afterthoughts)
Dedicated to all the Zacks I know and the ones I don't (whether I want to know them or not).
Friday, August 20, 2010
Riding The Rails
After a long 3/4 of a year bumming around on unemployment the time has come to hop the train and move to a new city. My decent job options are pretty much burned out here in Terre Haute so much to my family's joy and excitement I am moving back to them (which Mom has been begging for every week for the past 3 years lol). I start with the 1st of X amount of trips transporting my possessions 180 miles away (3 1/2 hour trip each way) beginning this very morning.
My decision to make the move is 2 fold:
(1) My job potential is better in that location due to the much higher amount of machine shops in the area mainly due to a few of the world's biggest orthopedic manufacturers having their corporate headquarters in the small city of Warsaw.
(2) If I have not obtained employment by the time my unemployment runs out in a few months, the money I have saved on rent will be enough to support me for a while so that I can take a contracting job again in a different state which will earn me a much higher paycheck than working anywhere else.
So while I have enjoyed my time here in T.H. the time has come for me to adventure on back to my old stomping grounds while I wait to turn the page to the next chapter in my pretentious life ;-)
(Afterthoughts)
Woo Hoo, new record set for the length between blog posts.
My decision to make the move is 2 fold:
(1) My job potential is better in that location due to the much higher amount of machine shops in the area mainly due to a few of the world's biggest orthopedic manufacturers having their corporate headquarters in the small city of Warsaw.
(2) If I have not obtained employment by the time my unemployment runs out in a few months, the money I have saved on rent will be enough to support me for a while so that I can take a contracting job again in a different state which will earn me a much higher paycheck than working anywhere else.
So while I have enjoyed my time here in T.H. the time has come for me to adventure on back to my old stomping grounds while I wait to turn the page to the next chapter in my pretentious life ;-)
(Afterthoughts)
Woo Hoo, new record set for the length between blog posts.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Danger In The Schools
I read an article in Time today warning us of the newest dangerous hazard to the very lifes and souls of our poor under-protected schoolchildren. If you are a parent you had best drop whatever you were planning on doing after reading this and march straight up to your kids room and search it with a fine tooth comb, for their own good of course. Our innocently misguided youth have once again shown us sensible adults that kids need to be watched and monitored better and thanks to the high and mighty reactionist school systems for knowing the deadly better then us. This terrible evil from the 7th, er, maybe it was the 8th circle of hell itself has creeped under our very noses and it goes by the name of "Silly Bandz."
Don't think they sound so evil, just ask Jill Wolborsky, a fourth-grade teacher. She has the foresight to ban them in her classroom before the school finally dragged their feet into making them contraband and she fearfully and elegantly proclaimed their inncessant evil by stating, "It's a distraction." I say well said Jill, if that isn't a good enough reason to give in to the fear of Silly Bandz devouring our children's souls, then you must live in a world that is blind to the most simple and basic of common senses.
It makes me lament the struggle I personally had to endure as a schoolchild where teachers would borrow pocketknives off students when they had forgotten to bring theirs in with them that day. Being forced to witness students wearing all manner of clothing that was not a uniform, and the nearest metal detector was not even at the local courthouse, but all the way over at the county courthouse. How any of us managed to make it through school without dying from paranoia at the open freedoms our young and impressionable minds were forcibly exposed to I will never know.
Thank God that we have such outstanding protectors monitoring today's kids with high surveillance equipment, armed guards, daily searches, metal detectors around every hallway corner, roaming packs of dogs, titanium locks, high tension electrified barbed razor wire, automated gun turret guard towers surrounding the schools perimeter, and school administration staff who realize the importance of actively seeking out the latest threat to our kids well being which would prevent a normal upbringing instead of actually bothering with the whole process of actual education.
(Afterthoughts)
*sigh* if only I could have been born 30 years later and been allowed to have a proper school experience.
Don't think they sound so evil, just ask Jill Wolborsky, a fourth-grade teacher. She has the foresight to ban them in her classroom before the school finally dragged their feet into making them contraband and she fearfully and elegantly proclaimed their inncessant evil by stating, "It's a distraction." I say well said Jill, if that isn't a good enough reason to give in to the fear of Silly Bandz devouring our children's souls, then you must live in a world that is blind to the most simple and basic of common senses.
It makes me lament the struggle I personally had to endure as a schoolchild where teachers would borrow pocketknives off students when they had forgotten to bring theirs in with them that day. Being forced to witness students wearing all manner of clothing that was not a uniform, and the nearest metal detector was not even at the local courthouse, but all the way over at the county courthouse. How any of us managed to make it through school without dying from paranoia at the open freedoms our young and impressionable minds were forcibly exposed to I will never know.
Thank God that we have such outstanding protectors monitoring today's kids with high surveillance equipment, armed guards, daily searches, metal detectors around every hallway corner, roaming packs of dogs, titanium locks, high tension electrified barbed razor wire, automated gun turret guard towers surrounding the schools perimeter, and school administration staff who realize the importance of actively seeking out the latest threat to our kids well being which would prevent a normal upbringing instead of actually bothering with the whole process of actual education.
(Afterthoughts)
*sigh* if only I could have been born 30 years later and been allowed to have a proper school experience.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Suck On What !?!
While I'm not a girl who has the typical cliche lust for chocolate that so many others possess, I do still have the subconscious "turn of my head" or "hey! eye's up here" reaction of it catching my notice. Therefore this tasty number that combines two great tastes that you sure as hell hope taste great together when that shaft of hard candy slides in and out of your mouth had me licking my lips and softly moaning in anticipation. While it is not something you can find on just any street corner, such things are always available mail order due to the wonders of modern internet technology. If you think that this is what your lonely life is hollowly missing and will fill the void in your life that needs itched, drop on down to make the acquaintance of Chocolate Bacon Lollipops!. Or just hop right on into the back of my van *wink, wink*
(Afterthoughts)
Personally the Caffeinated Maple Bacon Lollipops are the ones who's thoughts of make my toes curl.
(Afterthoughts)
Personally the Caffeinated Maple Bacon Lollipops are the ones who's thoughts of make my toes curl.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Apology
Sorry, I've been rather non-rantic lately. That is what happens when I spend too much time hidden away in the secret lair avoiding the world which tends to spark my anger. Hmmmm, maybe unemployment isn't such a bad thing after all.
(Afterthoughts)
The picture is a clip from The Order of the Stick #724.
(Afterthoughts)
The picture is a clip from The Order of the Stick #724.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Happy Birthday to Me
In honor of surviving this messed up world among you crazy humans for officially and exactly 36 years as of today, here is a birthday related video. I have recently gotten hooked on this guy, The Angry Video Game Nerd, and love his reviews of the old crappy video games. And he drinks and swears while playing them for his reviews which are 2 things I often also do myself. Plus he is also really cute.
(Afterthoughts)
Oh yes, he is hella cute, meow!
(Afterthoughts)
Oh yes, he is hella cute, meow!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Zombie Loan
An old series I started rewatching that you can download here.
Michiru Kita is a special girl who possesses Shinigami Eyes, a power which allows her to see a person's nearness to their destined death by seeing a ring, invisible to normal people, around the person's neck. When a person is marked to die, a gray ring appears, which darkens over time. Once the ring turns completely black, the person dies. Chika Akatsuki and Shito Tachibana, two boys in her class, both have black rings around their necks, but to her surprise, they are not yet dead. It is revealed that after a tragic accident that was supposed to kill them both, the two boys made a deal with a secret loan office called the Zombie-Loan. In return for keeping them alive, the two have to hunt zombies for the loan office. When Michiru gets involved with them, she finds that her life has just become more complicated.
(Afterthoughts)
Life is boring & all I have been doing is watching anime and drinking (alternating cups of coffee then rum & rootbeer). Hmmmm, that actually makes life sound pretty damn good.
Michiru Kita is a special girl who possesses Shinigami Eyes, a power which allows her to see a person's nearness to their destined death by seeing a ring, invisible to normal people, around the person's neck. When a person is marked to die, a gray ring appears, which darkens over time. Once the ring turns completely black, the person dies. Chika Akatsuki and Shito Tachibana, two boys in her class, both have black rings around their necks, but to her surprise, they are not yet dead. It is revealed that after a tragic accident that was supposed to kill them both, the two boys made a deal with a secret loan office called the Zombie-Loan. In return for keeping them alive, the two have to hunt zombies for the loan office. When Michiru gets involved with them, she finds that her life has just become more complicated.
(Afterthoughts)
Life is boring & all I have been doing is watching anime and drinking (alternating cups of coffee then rum & rootbeer). Hmmmm, that actually makes life sound pretty damn good.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Boobquake Idiocy
Seriously, boobquake is being passed off as an "experiment" to show that just because a woman decides to dress a hair's breadth away from the very real legal crime of indecent exposure, it will not cause earthquakes. When you feel the ground shaking and hear the rumbling sound of a cattle stampede, that is merely from the large group of men rushing their way to "scientifically observe" the latest participant in this ridiculous experiment. I could rant a bit more on the topic but if it is not blindingly obvious where I am going with this then (A) you are observing the experiment or (B) you are one of the special (education type, not talented typed of special) participants.
So instead, here is some little known background info for y'all to wrap your brains around about the event. Boobquake was not the original name for the event (is it even worthy of being called an "event"???) Other names initially considered were :
- Breastploitation
- Sponge Goatee For Men
- Back Pain Awareness Day
- Squeeze Into A Bra 3 Sizes Too Small Challenge
- Photoshop Nipples Away
- I'd Never Guess You Had Surgery From Such A "Natural" Size
- Let's See How Gullible, Stupid, Shallow, And/Or Slutty Women Are
- Who Needs X-ray Glasses
- How Dare You Say I'm Size 8 When I Fit In A Size 2
- Men Don't Need To Blink
- It's The Only Way I Can Breathe While Wearing My Grade School Daughter's Clothes
And those are just the ones that fall within titles of decency, even I had to stop and reread some of the worse ones because I thought I had seen them incorrectly, and I wish that had been the case (my eyes . . . they burn . . . THEY BURN!!!) I honestly feel ashamed to be a woman after witnessing so many of my gender jumping on such of a bandwagon.
Just one more important thing to add, this experiment response to the Islamic speech if it were even based on a legitimate theory would still be pointless. Here is the direct quote from the speech : "When promiscuity spreads, earthquakes increase," Hojatoleslam Kazim Sadeghi said. For those without a dictionary handy, that means having sex with lots of people. Being a slut and flashing yourself, while still wrong, is a hella lot different.
(Afterthoughts)
For those women out there who say they always dress like that, I guess we now know who is keeping the pepper spray and rape hotlines in business.
So instead, here is some little known background info for y'all to wrap your brains around about the event. Boobquake was not the original name for the event (is it even worthy of being called an "event"???) Other names initially considered were :
- Breastploitation
- Sponge Goatee For Men
- Back Pain Awareness Day
- Squeeze Into A Bra 3 Sizes Too Small Challenge
- Photoshop Nipples Away
- I'd Never Guess You Had Surgery From Such A "Natural" Size
- Let's See How Gullible, Stupid, Shallow, And/Or Slutty Women Are
- Who Needs X-ray Glasses
- How Dare You Say I'm Size 8 When I Fit In A Size 2
- Men Don't Need To Blink
- It's The Only Way I Can Breathe While Wearing My Grade School Daughter's Clothes
And those are just the ones that fall within titles of decency, even I had to stop and reread some of the worse ones because I thought I had seen them incorrectly, and I wish that had been the case (my eyes . . . they burn . . . THEY BURN!!!) I honestly feel ashamed to be a woman after witnessing so many of my gender jumping on such of a bandwagon.
Just one more important thing to add, this experiment response to the Islamic speech if it were even based on a legitimate theory would still be pointless. Here is the direct quote from the speech : "When promiscuity spreads, earthquakes increase," Hojatoleslam Kazim Sadeghi said. For those without a dictionary handy, that means having sex with lots of people. Being a slut and flashing yourself, while still wrong, is a hella lot different.
(Afterthoughts)
For those women out there who say they always dress like that, I guess we now know who is keeping the pepper spray and rape hotlines in business.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
The Closet Door
Since I'm already taking flak for being a girly girl, I'm just gonna roll with those punches for now and show y'all what today's project for me was. I pimped out the door to my closet and it turned out very cute.
(Afterthoughts)
*contented sigh* door is preeeeeeeeetty :-)
(Afterthoughts)
*contented sigh* door is preeeeeeeeetty :-)
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Men Who Stole My Heart
These are my younger sister's children. From left to right: George (7), Billy (9), Liz (35), Dewey (3). The infamous nephews I go to visit when I travel up north 200 miles to my Mom's house. My sister's family lives about 1/4 mile down the road from my Mom so I have everyone right there. Of course the boys spend as much time at Grandma's as they can, especially when Aunt Liz comes to visit, LOL. They are my heart and soul and I love them more than I can express. Just seeing these pics fills me with a warm fuzzy feeling every time.
(Afterthoughts)
The most amazing thing was getting all 3 boys to sit still long enough to get a couple nice pictures taken LOL.
(Afterthoughts)
The most amazing thing was getting all 3 boys to sit still long enough to get a couple nice pictures taken LOL.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Crush The Castle
Argh, I'm hooked on this game and if you have an iphone, first I am sorry for you, second you can get this game for free on it.
Dolls
Reminds me of when I was a little girl. You can click the picture to be taken to that episode of the webcomic and see it as a larger picture.
(Afterthoughts)
Yes, my monster dolls did act like that.
(Afterthoughts)
Yes, my monster dolls did act like that.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Last Song
It took me over a week of debating to give in and post this blog. I was hesitant because it is a direction that I rarely wander off in although I know y'all delight in smirking at the proof that I am a bit of a girly girl (no wonder I rarely play the part of a sweet, loving bloggeress).
As the title suggests, I did go see the movie "The Last Song." Hmmm, I damn near ended the blog right here just out of pure spite, *sigh*
But anyways, when I went up to my Mom's for Easter weekend, 2 of my bestest girlfriends called me wanting me to go to the movies with them. I was less than thrilled over the idea of going to see a chick flick but they insisted, er, more like threatened to literally pick me up and carry me out of the house to their car and drag me into the theater bound and gagged if they had to (not much of a choice on my part).
Now let me interject here for a moment: my natural reaction to chick flicks is that I hate them, however in reality that is far from the truth, it's just my automatic response. I love those girly movies and have watched them my whole life, and turn into the cliche mushy hearted girl riding the rollercoaster of emotions following the characters. It just hurts my tough girl half-demoness image, but that is something I am slowly worried about less and less as I am getting older and finding it harder and harder to deny that the little bit of a girly girl that I am is actually a hella lot bigger than I try to let on.
So it was a very sweet movie and I was enthralled by it (unsurprisingly) but then for like the last hour (??? something like that) it turned terribly sad. The rest of the movie had the entire theater of girls (I did spot a few men who were regretting being forced to go lol) were crying for that last hour, and I seriously mean every girl there (yes, including me). If you listened, you heard sniffle after sniffle all around and could see girls wiping their eyes in the dim light.
My friends did tease me a bit on the ride home for trying to deny that I was crying during the movie, er, not the cleverest thing to try to trick them with since they were sitting right beside me LOL. And I cried again some more as I laid in bed that night thinking about the movie. And then I cried a little bit more a few times over the next few days as well before I finally settled down.
Now I do have a good reason for my additional tears after the movie was over. I also watched my father die right in front of me a few years ago. It was a quick death that happened unexpectedly and was done and over in a matter of a number of short minutes, unlike the much slower over a few months death that her father in the movie went through. But when she saw him pass away in his chair at his house I knew I would be feeling the sadness and hurt for a while from the parallel to my own life. I never did cry for my father whom I loved deeply and miss everyday, but seeing a movie like that did touch a painful part of my heart.
I really did love that movie and will be buying it when it comes out on DVD but it is one that I will not watch too often because I know it will bring out the tears each and every time.
(Afterthoughts)
Oops, forgot to post that "spoiler alert" notice at the top, um, better late than never.
As the title suggests, I did go see the movie "The Last Song." Hmmm, I damn near ended the blog right here just out of pure spite, *sigh*
But anyways, when I went up to my Mom's for Easter weekend, 2 of my bestest girlfriends called me wanting me to go to the movies with them. I was less than thrilled over the idea of going to see a chick flick but they insisted, er, more like threatened to literally pick me up and carry me out of the house to their car and drag me into the theater bound and gagged if they had to (not much of a choice on my part).
Now let me interject here for a moment: my natural reaction to chick flicks is that I hate them, however in reality that is far from the truth, it's just my automatic response. I love those girly movies and have watched them my whole life, and turn into the cliche mushy hearted girl riding the rollercoaster of emotions following the characters. It just hurts my tough girl half-demoness image, but that is something I am slowly worried about less and less as I am getting older and finding it harder and harder to deny that the little bit of a girly girl that I am is actually a hella lot bigger than I try to let on.
So it was a very sweet movie and I was enthralled by it (unsurprisingly) but then for like the last hour (??? something like that) it turned terribly sad. The rest of the movie had the entire theater of girls (I did spot a few men who were regretting being forced to go lol) were crying for that last hour, and I seriously mean every girl there (yes, including me). If you listened, you heard sniffle after sniffle all around and could see girls wiping their eyes in the dim light.
My friends did tease me a bit on the ride home for trying to deny that I was crying during the movie, er, not the cleverest thing to try to trick them with since they were sitting right beside me LOL. And I cried again some more as I laid in bed that night thinking about the movie. And then I cried a little bit more a few times over the next few days as well before I finally settled down.
Now I do have a good reason for my additional tears after the movie was over. I also watched my father die right in front of me a few years ago. It was a quick death that happened unexpectedly and was done and over in a matter of a number of short minutes, unlike the much slower over a few months death that her father in the movie went through. But when she saw him pass away in his chair at his house I knew I would be feeling the sadness and hurt for a while from the parallel to my own life. I never did cry for my father whom I loved deeply and miss everyday, but seeing a movie like that did touch a painful part of my heart.
I really did love that movie and will be buying it when it comes out on DVD but it is one that I will not watch too often because I know it will bring out the tears each and every time.
(Afterthoughts)
Oops, forgot to post that "spoiler alert" notice at the top, um, better late than never.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Die Carmen Die
I love the classics and this video has a lot more death that they typical average music video. Not one of my favorite songs but it's ok and the video does make it a hella lot better.
(Afterthoughts)
The reference to the "Bad Touch" video camo at the very end was sweeeeeet!
(Afterthoughts)
The reference to the "Bad Touch" video camo at the very end was sweeeeeet!
Monday, April 5, 2010
What I learned on my Easter vacation
Easter is generally a great day for lots of candy only second to my favorite holiday of Halloween. However there is one very important piece of advice that you do not ever want to forget on the rabbit themed special day:
Only eat the the bigger colored eggs, the small round ones are NOT chocolate, oh god are they not, blech. Trust me when I say that is a critical difference to remember.
(Afterthoughts)
Y'all have been warned!!!!
Only eat the the bigger colored eggs, the small round ones are NOT chocolate, oh god are they not, blech. Trust me when I say that is a critical difference to remember.
(Afterthoughts)
Y'all have been warned!!!!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Bowls & Dowels
Here y'all go, once again after a very long break due to nothing more than laziness is one of dem dag durned vlog thingies, so go grab some popcorn and let the video magic commence.
(Afterthoughts)
Yes, I do now have a couch in my apartment.
(Afterthoughts)
Yes, I do now have a couch in my apartment.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A Fishy Tale
As I was driving around in my car (um, as compared to what the hell else obviously) I noticed once again a sign for a "Jonas Fish Fry." Those have always kinda snagged my interest because I have never had an opportunity to go to one. I do enjoy seafood but think that calling it a "fish fry" is a bit misleading. Now I understand that the whole marketing/advertising thing along with our undereducated population is going to mandate that the word "fish" be used, but from a technical standpoint, whales are mammals and not fish. Granted that they sure as hell look like a fish and with their stomping grounds being in the water, it is hard to make a case against the whole fish logo so I'll just roll with it.
Now I have no idea if I would enjoy the taste of whale meat or not, but I do want to go to one of those Jonas Fish Fry events to find out. My legal knowledge is kinda hazy at best but I think that they do have a controlled limit on hunting whales which is why the churches only have this event a couple times a year.
I did have a friend of mine try to tell me that it is just fish at those and that it wasn't Jonas that was swallowed by a whale anyway. My reply, "Jonas ... Geppetto ... whoever. It doesn't matter cause they are all fairy tales anyway, I just wanna try some whale meat."
Sometimes it just isn't worth the effort to argue with me.
(Afterthoughts)
Betcha almighty Zeus is a bit angry over this blasphemy.
Now I have no idea if I would enjoy the taste of whale meat or not, but I do want to go to one of those Jonas Fish Fry events to find out. My legal knowledge is kinda hazy at best but I think that they do have a controlled limit on hunting whales which is why the churches only have this event a couple times a year.
I did have a friend of mine try to tell me that it is just fish at those and that it wasn't Jonas that was swallowed by a whale anyway. My reply, "Jonas ... Geppetto ... whoever. It doesn't matter cause they are all fairy tales anyway, I just wanna try some whale meat."
Sometimes it just isn't worth the effort to argue with me.
(Afterthoughts)
Betcha almighty Zeus is a bit angry over this blasphemy.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Bloodless Is This Season's "White"
I must say that I am quite amused yet again by all this darkly romantic sighing and fantasizing over vampires. Y'all do realize that you are their source of food, right!?! Reminds me of a famous book ...
***Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy*** {flashback}
Remember the restaurant at the end of the universe and the creature they brought out to their table that had been force feeding itself for months and was giving recommendations of what parts of it they would enjoy eating. That is every single one of you that find vampires romantic.
Let me put it another way:
It's like having a swimming pool in your backyard that you have filled full of leaches and are inviting people over for a pool party. No lonely teen girl, regardless of how gothic she thinks she is, is gonna do any romantic swooning over your pool o' wriggly leeches. She is gonna go running and screaming straight to the nearest police station. Then end up spending at least several days in a psych ward getting calmed down.
That is what happens when you rationalize fantasy into the real world. Turns out to be not quite as pleasant. Hopefully y'all are thinking now and have caught the point. ;)
(Afterthoughts)
This one I had actually scribbled down on paper first about a week ago right before going off to the plasma center to earn some money, hmmmmm.
***Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy*** {flashback}
Remember the restaurant at the end of the universe and the creature they brought out to their table that had been force feeding itself for months and was giving recommendations of what parts of it they would enjoy eating. That is every single one of you that find vampires romantic.
Let me put it another way:
It's like having a swimming pool in your backyard that you have filled full of leaches and are inviting people over for a pool party. No lonely teen girl, regardless of how gothic she thinks she is, is gonna do any romantic swooning over your pool o' wriggly leeches. She is gonna go running and screaming straight to the nearest police station. Then end up spending at least several days in a psych ward getting calmed down.
That is what happens when you rationalize fantasy into the real world. Turns out to be not quite as pleasant. Hopefully y'all are thinking now and have caught the point. ;)
(Afterthoughts)
This one I had actually scribbled down on paper first about a week ago right before going off to the plasma center to earn some money, hmmmmm.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
My Secret Lair Unveiled
Holy trogamites Batgirl, it's top secret photographic showslide evidence of our favorite shinigami's secret lair. Yep, that is the current lair. Granted it is not very huge but it is about the perfect size for me. For those obsessed with dimensions, it is roughly 13'x13' (I only had a 12' tape measure lol). Since I am a bit of a packrat, I was forced to learn a very tough lesson about efficient decorational organization. The hardest part was taking my 2 large shelves of dvd's and throwing out all the cases so that I could put the discs into two cases that each hold 354 discs (one is full & the other about half full). So that among several other similar details taught this old half-demoness some new tricks that in retrospect I am very glad to have learned and am a better person overall for it with no rant in sight on that particular topic for a change.
(Afterthoughts)
Don't be mocking my cot, it is hella comfy and I sleep just as well upon it as I did my queen sized bed. If you can find a full retail priced object of $40 that isn't named "motel room" or "borderline legal chemical" that will provide a great night's rest, then I will smile & spit at ya.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Funny Flash Friday
Sure, I could write a real post but it's time for the weekend to start, I got a job finally and begin working next Tuesday (stay tuned for more details next week, same Bat time, same Bat channel) and this is an awesome cartoon that y'all probably don't know about anyways.
(Afterthoughts)
As the series progresses I have discovered that it has an almost Hitchhiker's Guide feel to it with how later on the casual early occurrences end up showing an incredibly deeper connection to the overall plot weaving a surprisingly rich tapestry of a story and I just originally started watching it because it is funny on a purely outer husk level without realizing the tasty caramel core that was waiting buried deep inside it's pulsating heart.
(Afterthoughts)
As the series progresses I have discovered that it has an almost Hitchhiker's Guide feel to it with how later on the casual early occurrences end up showing an incredibly deeper connection to the overall plot weaving a surprisingly rich tapestry of a story and I just originally started watching it because it is funny on a purely outer husk level without realizing the tasty caramel core that was waiting buried deep inside it's pulsating heart.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
It's A Photo Finish
Well, not for a lack of trying to stir up a bit of creativity in y'all, the contest results are in...
*drum roll*
StOP!!!
OK, so the winner was clear cut from the start due to a ringer jumping in (who I already love bunches anyway) so although it was a bit unusual, we were looking for a second place victor in this contest (got to love how things naturally twist into a corkscrew for me without even trying).
So our second place or runner-up is none other than...
*trumpet music*
Caroline, who disappointingly for me was the only other contestant.
So she gets my love and admiration, which ironically she already pretty much had anyway. But anyways, as promised I did manage to snag her on facebook chat and got it transferred over to the much better working yahoo chat. Honestly I expected a good quality conversation with her, and I was not disappointed at all. We ended up talking for over 2 hours and could have gone longer if I didn't have someone waiting on me for one of my infrequent girl's movie night with my galpal M. According to the official yahoo records 6:28:05pm - 8:48:37pm and it was time very well spent. Hopefully we will get to chat again real soon. Caroline, you didn't win my love and respect, you totally earned it all by yourself by being yourself.
(Afterthoughts)
I have chatted with a fair number of y'all and have always enjoyed it so don't be afraid to hit me up on yahoo messenger, & I may even turn on the "Cam o' Dread" so ya can see me live and in real time blah blah blah.
*drum roll*
StOP!!!
OK, so the winner was clear cut from the start due to a ringer jumping in (who I already love bunches anyway) so although it was a bit unusual, we were looking for a second place victor in this contest (got to love how things naturally twist into a corkscrew for me without even trying).
So our second place or runner-up is none other than...
*trumpet music*
Caroline, who disappointingly for me was the only other contestant.
So she gets my love and admiration, which ironically she already pretty much had anyway. But anyways, as promised I did manage to snag her on facebook chat and got it transferred over to the much better working yahoo chat. Honestly I expected a good quality conversation with her, and I was not disappointed at all. We ended up talking for over 2 hours and could have gone longer if I didn't have someone waiting on me for one of my infrequent girl's movie night with my galpal M. According to the official yahoo records 6:28:05pm - 8:48:37pm and it was time very well spent. Hopefully we will get to chat again real soon. Caroline, you didn't win my love and respect, you totally earned it all by yourself by being yourself.
(Afterthoughts)
I have chatted with a fair number of y'all and have always enjoyed it so don't be afraid to hit me up on yahoo messenger, & I may even turn on the "Cam o' Dread" so ya can see me live and in real time blah blah blah.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Step Right On Up Here Contestants
Ok, here is the deal, I am gonna have a lil ole contest here to find out who I like the best and will become my super special favorite fan. I think by now y'all are painfully aware that there is very little love in my shriveled up husk of a heart. Therefore I am presenting a totally fair chance for one lucky girl or boy (or girl-boy or boy-girl as I have become aware some of you currently qualify) to become the recipient of all my love (objects in mirror may be closer than they appear).
Now on to the rules of engagement for you little rapscallions:
Simple as losing a finger on a bandsaw with a broken guard, all you have to do is write me the most compelling advertisement for DISH Network that your twisted minds can devise. Make it a single paragraph of all text (or at least text characters). Whoever creates the ad that makes me want to buy DISH (not that I will since I stopped watching TV over a year ago) wins my platonic love and affection, such as it is.
To get y'all started, here is the ad I wrote myself for an excellent specimen of an example:
Now on to the rules of engagement for you little rapscallions:
Simple as losing a finger on a bandsaw with a broken guard, all you have to do is write me the most compelling advertisement for DISH Network that your twisted minds can devise. Make it a single paragraph of all text (or at least text characters). Whoever creates the ad that makes me want to buy DISH (not that I will since I stopped watching TV over a year ago) wins my platonic love and affection, such as it is.
To get y'all started, here is the ad I wrote myself for an excellent specimen of an example:
You need DISH Network, and not just because I earn commission (which honestly is still nice for me) but because it simply is the best deal for TV that you can get. Everyone is looking for a way to lower their monthly bills without losing those services we have come to rely on. Face it, TV is the best babysitter ever invented and truly has become a member of the family that we can not live without. So with times being hard for a lot of us, if you are paying more than $20 each month for your television programming you are throwing that money away. I would switch over to DISH and keep that cash in my pocket instead of someone else's pocket (although I am sure they will not complain if you want to keep handing your spare money over to them). The FREE installation/equipment for 6 rooms & FREE DVR Upgrade definitely makes the transition to DISH as smooth as butter (tasty tasty butter). Plus they lock-in the price of your monthly bill for an entire year. That means all you will be paying is $19.99/mth for 120 A.D.C. or $32.99/mth for 200 A.D.C. And that A.D.C. thing is All-Digital Channels, not the snowy analog picture you get from a cable box. What good is paying for snow when you can't even build a snowman (even if the idea of “warm” snow is a tempting sell). Why wait? Call 1-800-998-DISH right now & mention promo code: A12 or go to our website at http://www.vmcsatellite.com/red_design/home.cfm?aid=318043 because you will be so much happier with great service, more channels, AND saving money. ^_^
Email your submissions to shinigami_liz@yahoo.com
(Afterthoughts)
Hey, just because it is a bit of a sham to try to get a better ad than I am capable of writing for my work-at-home job doesn't mean that I won't do something for the winner. At the very least I'll set aside a block of time for cam chat (although if you have yahoo messenger you get that anyway if you catch me not being invisible).Thursday, February 25, 2010
Step Right Up And Spin The Wheel
Those of you who keep up with the latest fashions, er, newsy tech stuff, have probably heard about chatroulette! For everyone else, here is what is going on beyond the underside of your rock.
First off, you need a webcam. Check. Then what happens is next is setup preschool simple. You get randomly matched with someone else on the site, you see each other via webcam and can text or even speak (mic not included) if you are setup with that extra piece of equipment. The only options you have as far as choosing whom you are matched with is ending the current pick & jumping to the next random one. Definitely a neat concept, you don't even get a handle, the chatting page lists yourself as "you" and your new friend as "stranger." It is cut down to the bare bones basics, and that is one of the things that makes it work.
Now for the downside. There are no buddy lists, but again, that's not what this is about. Should you strike up a connection with someone that you want to stay in touch with then trade emails, IM handles, hell even your phone numbers, just whatever. Then there is the problem that you have already guessed at, penis exhibition. You are gonna see more floppy penis than a gay bathhouse, which makes the "one click" escape to the next horror, er, interesting person a very welcome standard feature. Granted that a setup like this is gonna bring the icky perverts oozing outta the woodwork so try to avoid this site while your 4 year old is sitting on your lap.
After a couple of hours on it I realized that my prediction for the site was 100% accurate. You skip past a few floppies here and there, a lot of people axed me within 5 seconds because I wasn't sitting there in my bra (or less), most of the conversations run the same boring introduction gauntlet we became weary of years ago when required to make small talk with a stranger we don't really have any interest in speaking with in the first place, then you hit the occasional gem where conversation just clicks and before you can exchange a method of communication for later on the new glitchy program bugs out on you and you are left wondering when the hell that brick wall jumped out in front of you.
All in all, even with it's darkside it found it's nick and I hope it hangs around for the times that I want to just have some brief random chats that won't strain the fluff in me head.
(Afterthoughts)
I quickly discovered to keep a phrase saved on my clipboard for right-click/ paste convenience, "Awwwww, it's sooo tiny that it's cute! You must be proud to have a third pinky finger growing out of you leg ;)"
First off, you need a webcam. Check. Then what happens is next is setup preschool simple. You get randomly matched with someone else on the site, you see each other via webcam and can text or even speak (mic not included) if you are setup with that extra piece of equipment. The only options you have as far as choosing whom you are matched with is ending the current pick & jumping to the next random one. Definitely a neat concept, you don't even get a handle, the chatting page lists yourself as "you" and your new friend as "stranger." It is cut down to the bare bones basics, and that is one of the things that makes it work.
Now for the downside. There are no buddy lists, but again, that's not what this is about. Should you strike up a connection with someone that you want to stay in touch with then trade emails, IM handles, hell even your phone numbers, just whatever. Then there is the problem that you have already guessed at, penis exhibition. You are gonna see more floppy penis than a gay bathhouse, which makes the "one click" escape to the next horror, er, interesting person a very welcome standard feature. Granted that a setup like this is gonna bring the icky perverts oozing outta the woodwork so try to avoid this site while your 4 year old is sitting on your lap.
After a couple of hours on it I realized that my prediction for the site was 100% accurate. You skip past a few floppies here and there, a lot of people axed me within 5 seconds because I wasn't sitting there in my bra (or less), most of the conversations run the same boring introduction gauntlet we became weary of years ago when required to make small talk with a stranger we don't really have any interest in speaking with in the first place, then you hit the occasional gem where conversation just clicks and before you can exchange a method of communication for later on the new glitchy program bugs out on you and you are left wondering when the hell that brick wall jumped out in front of you.
All in all, even with it's darkside it found it's nick and I hope it hangs around for the times that I want to just have some brief random chats that won't strain the fluff in me head.
(Afterthoughts)
I quickly discovered to keep a phrase saved on my clipboard for right-click/ paste convenience, "Awwwww, it's sooo tiny that it's cute! You must be proud to have a third pinky finger growing out of you leg ;)"
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sharpen My Claws
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Write Your Name In The Snow
Lip Balm is supposedly a rated G product. You see it everywhere, in stores, restaurants, kiosks, vending machines, gas stations, truck stops, and even your child's school. It comes in many different friendly colors and flavors, seductively enticing us with it's kiss of {such & such popular generic flavor} or even a well know cartoon character. The noble purpose was originally to provide an occlusive layer on the lip surface to seal moisture in lips and protect them from the external exposure of dry air, cold temperatures and wind's drying effect on skin as they draw moisture out of the body.
I-R-O-N-I-C ... or is it just a twisted scheme to subtlety condition us to other, more uncommon products. Originally the first lip balm was made out of actual earwax, which although functional, lacked a certain popularity due to it's taste. That should have been an early warning sign that things would turn much, much darker.
Now on to snow. Light, fluffy, and just plain outright delicious. Infamous for playing a vital part in the old fashioned "lemon snow cone" prank that while appearing enticing will just leave you addicted to mouthwash. Once merely the schoolyard domain of immature boys, it now can be for immature girls as well...
Don't take life sitting down... but for this amazing breakthrough you actually should just for safety. It is GoGirl, the dishwasher friendly (just toss in next to your plates & sporks) medical grade silicone way to stand up to crowded, disgusting, distant or non-existent bathrooms. Is that a FUD in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? GoGirl fits easily in your purse, pocket, glove compartment, or even your lover's mouth. As they say... You won’t be like a man. You’ll just pee like one. And... and ... um ... um .... hmmmm
Damn, I hate when I have such a golden opportunity splashed in my lap and I just can't decide which way to run off giggling like a madgirl twisting the perspective on it and giving it a couple of good shakes before we just zip it away back into hiding. Ahh, let's just call it a day and enjoy the relief of not having to hold this one in any longer and now that I have flushed it out of my system I can get back to more mature topics as I sit here with the lingering traces of concentration on my face.
(Afterthoughts)
Hee hee, I'm still giggling about the snow writing title gag.
I-R-O-N-I-C ... or is it just a twisted scheme to subtlety condition us to other, more uncommon products. Originally the first lip balm was made out of actual earwax, which although functional, lacked a certain popularity due to it's taste. That should have been an early warning sign that things would turn much, much darker.
Now on to snow. Light, fluffy, and just plain outright delicious. Infamous for playing a vital part in the old fashioned "lemon snow cone" prank that while appearing enticing will just leave you addicted to mouthwash. Once merely the schoolyard domain of immature boys, it now can be for immature girls as well...
Don't take life sitting down... but for this amazing breakthrough you actually should just for safety. It is GoGirl, the dishwasher friendly (just toss in next to your plates & sporks) medical grade silicone way to stand up to crowded, disgusting, distant or non-existent bathrooms. Is that a FUD in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? GoGirl fits easily in your purse, pocket, glove compartment, or even your lover's mouth. As they say... You won’t be like a man. You’ll just pee like one. And... and ... um ... um .... hmmmm
Damn, I hate when I have such a golden opportunity splashed in my lap and I just can't decide which way to run off giggling like a madgirl twisting the perspective on it and giving it a couple of good shakes before we just zip it away back into hiding. Ahh, let's just call it a day and enjoy the relief of not having to hold this one in any longer and now that I have flushed it out of my system I can get back to more mature topics as I sit here with the lingering traces of concentration on my face.
(Afterthoughts)
Hee hee, I'm still giggling about the snow writing title gag.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Veins for sale
Per popular demand for more pictures of lovely me, here y'all go. At my visit with the vampires (selling plasma) they kinda messed up a wee little bit and blew my vein. I still pulled off a good donation without having to be re-pierced but you can see the results from Saturday. It should be fine soon and is only a little bit sore but still looks horrible.
(Afterthoughts)
I think bruise purple would make a nice nail polish color.
Monday, February 15, 2010
V-Day
Ah yes, such a wonderful and romantic day filled with flowers and candy (I likey the candy) and heart touching cards, um, and then I woke up.
Being the single girl that I am who also happens to be a gamer girl too, I spent this V-Day playing videogames at eBash. They had a free facebook day if you rsvp which means no charge to get into the coolest and awesomeness gamer club. There were a lot of guys there and only a couple of girls which drives home the point that cliches become cliches for a very good reason. But I had a good time and sadly being in a gamer club on a computer surrounded by guys who were more interested in the pixels on their monitors than the shortness of my skirt, this still ranks as one of my all-time best Valentines Days.
(Afterthoughts)
Luckily I have that half-demoness thing going on and can flash Cupid my slitted-eye glare letting him know that I am considering using one of his arrows as a spit for my Cupid bar-b-que.
Being the single girl that I am who also happens to be a gamer girl too, I spent this V-Day playing videogames at eBash. They had a free facebook day if you rsvp which means no charge to get into the coolest and awesomeness gamer club. There were a lot of guys there and only a couple of girls which drives home the point that cliches become cliches for a very good reason. But I had a good time and sadly being in a gamer club on a computer surrounded by guys who were more interested in the pixels on their monitors than the shortness of my skirt, this still ranks as one of my all-time best Valentines Days.
(Afterthoughts)
Luckily I have that half-demoness thing going on and can flash Cupid my slitted-eye glare letting him know that I am considering using one of his arrows as a spit for my Cupid bar-b-que.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Give the girls a good home
Ok, ok, this is a problem all of us girls have (no, not THAT one) with the moody and temperamental washing/dryer machines. Not only are they infamous in their pursuit of the rare delicacy of those tasty missing socks, but another less publicized harassment they churn on us is the "cops on the redneck's lawn at 2am to hear how she 'fell into a doorknob'" type abuse our bras go through in those vandalizing machines.
Since I rarely watch TV I undoubtedly missed this gem when it crossed the late night infomercial scene, but happened to run across it in Wal-Mart (our holy redneck heaven). I speak of none other than the esteemed Bra Baby. I honestly could go on about how clever and resourceful and much needed such a product is but to save time just watch this quick demo video instead and let yourself be the judge & jury on this trial.
(Afterthoughts)
I bought a single one at the store for $5 so check the local retails before ordering online.
Since I rarely watch TV I undoubtedly missed this gem when it crossed the late night infomercial scene, but happened to run across it in Wal-Mart (our holy redneck heaven). I speak of none other than the esteemed Bra Baby. I honestly could go on about how clever and resourceful and much needed such a product is but to save time just watch this quick demo video instead and let yourself be the judge & jury on this trial.
(Afterthoughts)
I bought a single one at the store for $5 so check the local retails before ordering online.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Moralistic Testy Thingy
You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:
1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.
2. An old friend who once saved your life.
3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.
Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car?
Think before you continue reading.
This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first. Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.
YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS....................
The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. He simply answered: 'I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.'
Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations.
Never forget to 'Think Outside of the Box.'
HOWEVER......, My correct answer is to run the old lady over and put her out of her misery because Obama's health care won't pay for her, have sex with the perfect partner on the hood of the car, then drive off with the old friend for a few beers.
God, I just love happy endings!
Never forget to 'Think Outside of the Box... Like a Half-Demoness.'
(Afterthoughts)
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.
2. An old friend who once saved your life.
3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.
Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car?
Think before you continue reading.
This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first. Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.
YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS....................
The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. He simply answered: 'I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.'
Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations.
Never forget to 'Think Outside of the Box.'
HOWEVER......, My correct answer is to run the old lady over and put her out of her misery because Obama's health care won't pay for her, have sex with the perfect partner on the hood of the car, then drive off with the old friend for a few beers.
God, I just love happy endings!
Never forget to 'Think Outside of the Box... Like a Half-Demoness.'
(Afterthoughts)
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Behold The Stupid!
As a special treat and personal favor to me, Pandora has written a guest rant. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the rant-a-licious vibes from one of my favorite meddling kids from across the sea in Grand ole England.
I'm on the front-line at work. Often the first person a visitor sees or speaks to is me. As such I see a lot of the stupid. And so many times its the same brand of stupid.
Some days it's all I can do not to scream a stream of sarcastic British invective back at them.
Case in point - The No Clue Brigade
Customer - Hi. I'm here for a meeting.
Me - Hello. Who are you here to see?
Customer - Dunno
Me - OK. What is the interview about?
Customer - Dunno. Some course
(Dream me - Oh that's good. We only run THIRTEEN DIFFERENT FUCKING COURSES HERE! Shall I presume you're here for the Basic Skills for Fuckwits course?)
Real me - Do you have the letter we sent you?
Customer - Didn't get a letter
(Dream me - Yes you fucking did! I wrote it, signed it and posted it you lying fuck!)
Me - Right... Can I take your name then?
Customer - mumble mumble
Me - *phones around all the department heads until someone has heard of him*
Me - Miss X will see you shortly. Please take a seat
Customer - That's the name! Miss X!
(Dream me - SHO-RYU-KEN! Pandora Wins! Fatality!)
And that's when they are even in the right place
Customer - Hi. I'm here to see Mr Z
Me - I'm sorry, we don't have a Mr Z. Are you sure that was the right name?
Customer - I think so. Mr Z at Made-up College.
(Dream me - Does the sign on the door say Made-up College? Does it? No! It says *Company Name* you fuckwit!)
Real me - I think you are at the wrong place. We are *Company Name*
Customer - Oh! Where is Made-up college then?
(Dream me - Tell you what, I'll just stop the incredibly important job I'm doing to run a Googlemaps search for you yeah?)
Me - *Gives directions. Which isn't easy, as we are nowhere near it*
Customer - Oh. Thanks.
Timesheets are another personal favourite of mine. Or rather, the angry parent of a student about timesheets. It usually goes like this.
Angry Parent - My daughter hasn't been paid for 5 weeks!
(Dream me - Boo-hoo)
Real me - Ok. What is her n....
Angry Parent - What are you going to do about it?
Real me - *deep breath* What is her name?
Angry Parent - Ann Nonymous
Me - Lets check the computer system
*looks at the database*
Me - Hmmm. yes you're right. Has Ann handed in her timesheets?
Angry Parent - Yes!
Me - OK. Let me look in the pending tray
*Finds five weeks of timesheets with a received date stamp of yesterday*
Me - Your daughter only handed in the last five weeks timesheets on Thursday. Yesterday.
Angry Parent - So. Why weren't they paid?
Me - Payroll is run on Wednesdays.
Angry Parent - *silence as the gears click into place*
Me - *waits pateintly*
Embarrassed Parent - She didn't tell me that part... sorry...
(Dream me - And so you fucking should be you obnoxious arse!)
Real me - That's OK. Thanks for your call.
This is closely related to:
Customer - Why haven't I been paid?
Me - Lets check *spends ten minutes consulting both payroll computer systems* This says we authorised your payment on Monday this week.
Customer - So why haven't I been paid?
Me - Your money should arrive on a Thursday. That's today.
Customer - But it wasn't in my bank when I checked at 8:30am
(Dream me - Because the bank wasn't open then. You get paid ON Thursday. IT IS STILL THURSDAY YOU FUCKING MORON!)
Real me - It's still Thursday
Customer - Huh?
Me - You get paid some time on Thursday. Today is still Thursday. It isn't over yet. You will get paid when the bank processes it later today.
Customer - Oh!
... and relax.
You know, having a rant *is* very theraputic. Love and Peace people :)
I'm on the front-line at work. Often the first person a visitor sees or speaks to is me. As such I see a lot of the stupid. And so many times its the same brand of stupid.
Some days it's all I can do not to scream a stream of sarcastic British invective back at them.
Case in point - The No Clue Brigade
Customer - Hi. I'm here for a meeting.
Me - Hello. Who are you here to see?
Customer - Dunno
Me - OK. What is the interview about?
Customer - Dunno. Some course
(Dream me - Oh that's good. We only run THIRTEEN DIFFERENT FUCKING COURSES HERE! Shall I presume you're here for the Basic Skills for Fuckwits course?)
Real me - Do you have the letter we sent you?
Customer - Didn't get a letter
(Dream me - Yes you fucking did! I wrote it, signed it and posted it you lying fuck!)
Me - Right... Can I take your name then?
Customer - mumble mumble
Me - *phones around all the department heads until someone has heard of him*
Me - Miss X will see you shortly. Please take a seat
Customer - That's the name! Miss X!
(Dream me - SHO-RYU-KEN! Pandora Wins! Fatality!)
And that's when they are even in the right place
Customer - Hi. I'm here to see Mr Z
Me - I'm sorry, we don't have a Mr Z. Are you sure that was the right name?
Customer - I think so. Mr Z at Made-up College.
(Dream me - Does the sign on the door say Made-up College? Does it? No! It says *Company Name* you fuckwit!)
Real me - I think you are at the wrong place. We are *Company Name*
Customer - Oh! Where is Made-up college then?
(Dream me - Tell you what, I'll just stop the incredibly important job I'm doing to run a Googlemaps search for you yeah?)
Me - *Gives directions. Which isn't easy, as we are nowhere near it*
Customer - Oh. Thanks.
Timesheets are another personal favourite of mine. Or rather, the angry parent of a student about timesheets. It usually goes like this.
Angry Parent - My daughter hasn't been paid for 5 weeks!
(Dream me - Boo-hoo)
Real me - Ok. What is her n....
Angry Parent - What are you going to do about it?
Real me - *deep breath* What is her name?
Angry Parent - Ann Nonymous
Me - Lets check the computer system
*looks at the database*
Me - Hmmm. yes you're right. Has Ann handed in her timesheets?
Angry Parent - Yes!
Me - OK. Let me look in the pending tray
*Finds five weeks of timesheets with a received date stamp of yesterday*
Me - Your daughter only handed in the last five weeks timesheets on Thursday. Yesterday.
Angry Parent - So. Why weren't they paid?
Me - Payroll is run on Wednesdays.
Angry Parent - *silence as the gears click into place*
Me - *waits pateintly*
Embarrassed Parent - She didn't tell me that part... sorry...
(Dream me - And so you fucking should be you obnoxious arse!)
Real me - That's OK. Thanks for your call.
This is closely related to:
Customer - Why haven't I been paid?
Me - Lets check *spends ten minutes consulting both payroll computer systems* This says we authorised your payment on Monday this week.
Customer - So why haven't I been paid?
Me - Your money should arrive on a Thursday. That's today.
Customer - But it wasn't in my bank when I checked at 8:30am
(Dream me - Because the bank wasn't open then. You get paid ON Thursday. IT IS STILL THURSDAY YOU FUCKING MORON!)
Real me - It's still Thursday
Customer - Huh?
Me - You get paid some time on Thursday. Today is still Thursday. It isn't over yet. You will get paid when the bank processes it later today.
Customer - Oh!
... and relax.
You know, having a rant *is* very theraputic. Love and Peace people :)
Friday, February 5, 2010
Fire in the hole
Stuff moved into new apartment. Check.
Computers set up and running properly. Check.
Internet service transferred to new lair. Check.
Apartment organized. In Progress.
Things are almost up and going in the new secret lair and once the base is activated I will have some more stories to tell. Like the case of the missing laptop (spoiler: I recovered it from the thief) or the unemployment woes or maybe a topical rant on changing tires... who knows what crazy surprises are in store for you, the dedicated and much loved viewer who brightens my day with sunshiny comments and rainbow kisses. Gonna go put on some girlie music and start the housework. Hugs for y'all.
(Afterthoughts)
Estrogen levels way too high. Check.
Computers set up and running properly. Check.
Internet service transferred to new lair. Check.
Apartment organized. In Progress.
Things are almost up and going in the new secret lair and once the base is activated I will have some more stories to tell. Like the case of the missing laptop (spoiler: I recovered it from the thief) or the unemployment woes or maybe a topical rant on changing tires... who knows what crazy surprises are in store for you, the dedicated and much loved viewer who brightens my day with sunshiny comments and rainbow kisses. Gonna go put on some girlie music and start the housework. Hugs for y'all.
(Afterthoughts)
Estrogen levels way too high. Check.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Stubbern AND foolish girl
Sometimes my demonic pride gets the best of even me. One of my best friends in the world who is also my roommate (but not for much longer) got into a screaming match over something totally foolish and silly (and I can't even remember exactly what it was over now). But simply put, we are now going our separate ways and only talking through short and to the point text messages. We have both been rather stressed out lately and although that is always a poor excuse that doesn't stop angry words from being said either. The sad thing is that we are more than capable of making amends with each other and he even did try to do that after I locked myself crying in my room. But of course that would have relied on me being willing to listen which I am too damn stubborn and prideful to bother doing. So we are splitting apart into different directions and are both losing a very good and important friend in the process. Life hurts even more when it doesn't really have to hurt at all.
(Afterthoughts)
I should swallow my pride and reach back out to him but my pride tastes horrible and I can surely find something better to go into my mouth. At least I get to withdraw from the world for a while now.
(Afterthoughts)
I should swallow my pride and reach back out to him but my pride tastes horrible and I can surely find something better to go into my mouth. At least I get to withdraw from the world for a while now.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Damn girl, someone is adorable and it's me
Ok, ok, so I hate to admit it but someones, once in a blue moon, I do submit to my cuter nature and in a brief moment of weakness bought myself this Hello Kitty hoodie. OMG!!!! I sooooooo freaking love it though, sigh.
(Afterthoughts)
I guess the heart of a sweet and adorable girl is beating quite loudly today from it's jar on the shelf in my laboratory closet. ;)
(Afterthoughts)
I guess the heart of a sweet and adorable girl is beating quite loudly today from it's jar on the shelf in my laboratory closet. ;)
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Fun Times at the River
It's the simple things in life in which we derive the bestest of pleasures. For example: poking things with a stick. And the next best thing to poking things with a stick is a video game about poking something with a stick, or to be more specific, a corpse floating down a river. What more possibly needs said to send y'all sprinting away to play it. Absolutely nothing, that's right, so click here, go have fun, and stay up late, you deserve it.
(Afterthoughts)
Why are you still reading this!?! Let the poking comense.
(Afterthoughts)
Why are you still reading this!?! Let the poking comense.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Back in the saddle as still angry as ever
Welcome one and all to yet another alluring post-type ramble from our illustrious half-demoness from the Midwestern hell belt.
For those who actually check the expiration dates on various items, thou may hast noticed that it has been a while since I doth last posted (figured I would jump on the obvious train even though a small child could have figured that out without the large blinking arrowed sign pointing straight at that fact).
Turns out that my internet service account got merged with someone else's account who shared a landline # that was the same as my internet #, and when they canceled their service my got partly canceled as well. Now of course it was done in a way that their systems showed my account was active regardless of there not being any brain draining internet piped into my home. Would have been nice for once had it worked out the opposite way where my account would have showed canceled in their system but I continued to receive interwebs beamed into thine house (even when it takes a broom to get them out of the corners at the ceiling). So it took 3 weeks of fighting with them and getting transfered back and forth between departments and being given every excuse a few times over before I got tired of it and told them to offically cancel it the rest of the way out because it was like pulling teeth to even try to get them to cancel service so that we could simply start a new account with them. Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The last few posts I did on her were actually via cell phone which is rather a pain in my ass to write through.
Y'all missed out on my angry holiday rants but it does look as though the world has once again survived the incredible amount of damage done to it from you insane humans warping the very fabric of reality to dangerous breaking levels. We all are lucky that it has a bit more flex to it than the few of us who know what is happening to it give it credit for having (oohhh, cryptic). My Christmas involved multiple break-ins, destruction of some of my stuff, and a horribly failed blackmail attempt by a pathetic excuse (even by human standards) of a guy who used to live with us and stole about $1000 of my stuff & disappeared in the night.
I got to work on both the holiday's this past week and am hoping to make the trip to my Mom's house in a few weeks to see my family and exchange loot with them (however meager it will be from all of us being perpetually broke).
(Afterthoughts) ... (stolen from Mousehunt)
Festive Restraining Order:
At this festive time and season, I could finally find a reason, To send a card, and say with glee, Please stop hiding in my tree.
For those who actually check the expiration dates on various items, thou may hast noticed that it has been a while since I doth last posted (figured I would jump on the obvious train even though a small child could have figured that out without the large blinking arrowed sign pointing straight at that fact).
Turns out that my internet service account got merged with someone else's account who shared a landline # that was the same as my internet #, and when they canceled their service my got partly canceled as well. Now of course it was done in a way that their systems showed my account was active regardless of there not being any brain draining internet piped into my home. Would have been nice for once had it worked out the opposite way where my account would have showed canceled in their system but I continued to receive interwebs beamed into thine house (even when it takes a broom to get them out of the corners at the ceiling). So it took 3 weeks of fighting with them and getting transfered back and forth between departments and being given every excuse a few times over before I got tired of it and told them to offically cancel it the rest of the way out because it was like pulling teeth to even try to get them to cancel service so that we could simply start a new account with them. Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The last few posts I did on her were actually via cell phone which is rather a pain in my ass to write through.
Y'all missed out on my angry holiday rants but it does look as though the world has once again survived the incredible amount of damage done to it from you insane humans warping the very fabric of reality to dangerous breaking levels. We all are lucky that it has a bit more flex to it than the few of us who know what is happening to it give it credit for having (oohhh, cryptic). My Christmas involved multiple break-ins, destruction of some of my stuff, and a horribly failed blackmail attempt by a pathetic excuse (even by human standards) of a guy who used to live with us and stole about $1000 of my stuff & disappeared in the night.
I got to work on both the holiday's this past week and am hoping to make the trip to my Mom's house in a few weeks to see my family and exchange loot with them (however meager it will be from all of us being perpetually broke).
(Afterthoughts) ... (stolen from Mousehunt)
Festive Restraining Order:
At this festive time and season, I could finally find a reason, To send a card, and say with glee, Please stop hiding in my tree.
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