Sunday, February 27, 2005

!! NEW !! Challenge of the Week

Only for oldsters!!
Work the words "Barney Miller" into a conversation... think it can't be done? Ohh, I've already done it, my friends.
Observe:
CplKlinger: I also watch MASH...talk about old school
arisnow8 : lol
arisnow8 : that is old
arisnow8 : next you're gonna be saying you like Barney Miller
arisnow8 : heheheh
CplKlinger: have not seen that one in a long time
Also, it doesn't matter what week it is... even if it's months later, still do it and report back. There is no expiration date on fun.
(Messenger names that aren't mine have been changed to protect the guilty.)

Le Jeu de les Livres (Book Game)

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

Here's mine:

They hadn't even known for certain (as the Witch did) that this is what would happen when Aslan came to Narnia. But they all knew that it was her spells which had produced the endless winter; and therefore they all knew when this magic spring began that something had gone wrong, and badly wrong, with the Witch's schemes. And after the thaw had been going on for some time they all realized that the Witch would no longer be able to use her sledge.

BONUS POINTS: From what tome do these fair sentences hail?

(p.s. I stole this from another blogger... find him at http://www.osbasso.blogspot.com/)

Monday, February 21, 2005

Laissez les blogtemps roulez!

YAY!!
Finally I can pay tribute to those who have read my drivel in the best way possible: small pink lettering!!
I'd like the thank the academy (NH, Jess and Julie) for all their assistance. I now have a shaky, bandy-legged understanding of HTML which is about as steady as a newborn fawn.
But like said fawn, it is new, cute and alive. Let's hope it grows and prospers from here.
Thanks again for reading!!

Sunday, February 13, 2005

So apparently I'm not a David Lynch fan...

This weekend, I attempted to watch Mulholland Drive (partly because I remembered that Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers said somewhere that it was this amazing film).
Had to turn it off in the middle, though, because it's a 2 hour movie, and by one hour in, I only knew 2 sentences of plot: 1. A girl has amnesia and she's hiding out in someone's house she doesn't know. 2. She has a lot of money and a weird key in her purse. Needless to say, the feel of the thing was s---l---o---w 'n' creepy.
Oh, and there were some side scenes about a movie director and a sinister, Big Brother type guy, and a crazy guy who was seeing sasquatch things, and the sasquatch thing was really scary looking (think nasty, filthy, dead/Rob Zombie/caveman/sasquatch type monster with dark brown dreadlocks and spooky green eyes).
In the scene, i
t was like this guy was talking to his psychologist at this Denny's type restaurant about this dream he had about the Denny's type place 2 times, and he went to in real life to see that the thing wasn't there, and then it was, but of course the psychologist didn't see it, and the man did and he fainted. So it was like some unrelated Tales from the Darkside thing in the middle of a slowass plot... AND it popped out from behind a dumpster after this really big buildup and scared me a LOT and now I keep thinking about it even though I am really not 4 years old. (Yes, Blog Family, now you know that I am a complete baby about things that are even slightly scary, and that my mind is as impressionable as a lump of clay.)
Eventually, I just decided that I had lost too much interest, and I: a. didn't give a shit what happened to the girl anymore, and b. really did NOT want to see that THING again.
So I bailed out of it. Sue me.
Oh, and Anthony Kiedis, that is the last time I take movie recommendations from you.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Oh yeah, I forgot that intolerance still exists...

K, so I'm still navigating the choppy seas o' dating in my intrepid, half of a whiskey barrel vessel of LUV, and I occasionally (ok, a LOT) run aground.
The other day, I met this guy online and we traded phone numbers so we could talk before setting a date.
No, actually, as I recall, we had already set up an initial meeting. He said he didn't dance, but would if someone would show him how. I stupidly? replied to this, "Well, if I go dancing, it's usually to a gay bar, with my gay friends." I really thought nothing of saying this, as none of my friends have a problem with gay people. (My mom, however, said, "Don't be telling people that!! No wonder he dumped you!! -- Rabidly fundamentalist or off kilter much, Mom??)
But later, I could sense that he'd cooled off about meeting me, and he stated that we were "just different." "Was it the gay bar thing?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. So it was goodbye and good riddance from that moment on.
Sometimes I forget that I am surrounded by tolerant, non-superficial type people, and that there are still plenty of intolerant folk in the world.



Monday, February 07, 2005

This is for my people

To all my dear, dear, readers:
I just want you all to know that, no, I am not trying to be a snotty bitch and not give you all propers. It's just I am failing the 2% rule with getting blogrolling rolling, despite the fact that I have enlisted at least 2 people's help and read the website.
That rule is: You must be 2% smarter than any problem you are trying to solve.
But I do, in fact, love you and cherish you, each and every one, and I do look forward to reading your every word, be it praise or destruction.
So please, I ask your patience.
::cue dramatic, orchestral music::
As God is my witness, I will get blogrolling working someday!

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Scald Pockets

Don't say you weren't warned: Lean Pockets can kill.
Well, ok, I don't know that for sure.
But they can give you SECOND DEGREE BURNS.
TO THE FACE.
How do I know, you may ask? Well, there I was, wolfing down an apple with the remaining 15 task-free minutes of my lunch while waiting for my main course to cook. Unbeknownst to me as I grabbed the barbecue-style Lean Pocket from the microwave, it had attained a temperature near that of molten magma.

Bites one and two did no harm. However, with bite three, I had just gotten too close to the hellish core. A searing strip of meat and barbecue sauce trailed out of the cocoon of crust and promptly stuck to my chin, sizzling flesh as it adhered. "Ow. OW!" I exclaimed, trying to brush it off. But it was too late.
Later I was stunned to discover that yes, there was in fact a BLISTER where the fiery meat had stuck. And now I am reminded daily of the potential danger of microwaved foods as I wait for a vertical, vaguely meat-strip-shaped slash of red to heal.

Be careful out there.


Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Family Legacy (Tradition?)

Understandably, my heritage is a source of great pride.
I got Irish blood from my mom.
And addictive tendencies from my dad.
So don't ask me, "A, WHYYY do ya DRINK? WHYY do you roll smoke? WHYY must you liiive out the soongs that you WROTE? Over and over, everybody made my predictions. But if I get stoned and sing ALL night long, it's a... family tradition."
Alright, I'm done plugging Hank J now.
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