Alright.
My computer is still in the hospital. It requires full out brain replacement. Not basic surgery.
the estimated time for me to get it back, get this, a week from today. Minimum. My thoughts on that? Bollocks!!!
Damien is taking me out for dinner tonight, and I'm pretty stoked about that, it sounds, like fun. I'm wrestling with the keyboard again at the internet terminal at the grind, and my triple shot (I had no idea they put three shots in there, I thought it was only two) is rocketing about in my brain. Giddyup.
Super lurve go out to the folks posting commentary for the last comment, unfortunately, some part of my URL is blocked, on this computer, anyways, and I can't seem to get to the page, but I have my wicked ways of checking my comments. Gawd bless you Haloscan. As for my despising Devin? Fuck it. I feel immature for blasting his sorry ass, but at the same time, WAY satisfied. There's probably a support group for girls that he's used, however I'm thinking it's based in Dallas, which is too far to go every wednesday evening for an hour and half...
The breeze is changing here in Glamazon Shoe territory, and a move come january to illustrious historical New Westminster is in the air for Madamioselle Linds. Not until January, and I hope it comes faster than it seems to take... I need to move out of my grandmothers house. I'm sick to death of being treated like I'm 14. blah blah blah. bitch bitch bitch. Whatever. Life is changing. I'm glad it is.
Devin was a dead weight on my mind, eating at me, and not in a good way. Now my mind, she is free to roam. Like buffalo. Or some shit. I'm going to Ontario for New Years, for ten days, actually, to visit Mitch and Erik. I'm excited. I only have a minute and a half left, so I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. I miss you guys. I miss being able to check my email from home. Stupid gits at apple. I still like mac's though.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Good Afternoon.
At the moment I'm sitting at the Grind, a kickass coffee joint at main street and King Edward, having a latte, and writing on the pay 1 dolla per 20 minute spurt internet kiosk in here. Why?
Well, my laptop is in the hospital. For a while. It needs a new Hard Drive, a prospect I'm not thrilled about, but it's still under warranty, and I don't have to pay for it to be fixed, though there was a big ol' debate on whether it was actually covered by it's warranty. I love arguing when I know I'm right. (Guess who won that debate?)
I knew this was going to happen, because apparently I'm cursed. Cursed with technology. Yes Ladies and gentlemen, my issues with tech, stem from long ago and far away, when someone sent me a file ages and ages past infected with a virus that pretty much exploded my poor parents computer. Blech. Minus the explosions, of course, but still, NOT cool.
As it stands, I probably won't have my poor lil' laptop back until Wednesday by the earliest, a prospect which has me ultimately, a pissy little bitch.
On another note, I usually don't air my dirty laundry this way, but it's revelation time, boys and girls.
I was informed recently that a certain Mr Pike, has either
A) married some broad, or
B) is intending to marry some broad in the very near future... A mere six weeks after I gave him the heave-ho.
This makes me wonder. Did I, in all actuality, suffere the indescretions of Mister Devin Pike, under the assumption that he was single, faithful, and actually loved me, or did he end up brushing off of said dame, WHILE I was down in Dallas for the four days, where coincidentally enough I paid for abso-fucking-lutely everything? INCLUDING my airfare, INCLUDING his meals, you name it, I paid for it down there, with the exception of the last night was there, where Devin GRACIOUSLY allowed himself to crack his wallet (moths flittered out, by the way), and didn't recieve so much as a thank-you, but more a feigning of "heart trouble", leg cramps, and a particularily disturbing crying session, which would be more akin to a violent seizure while grabbing my arms painfully (hint: it wasn't ME who was "crying") to elicit my sympathy? During sex, (which was BAD, no less. achieving and sustaining erection, would be nice, Dev.) All of this within the FOUR days, (well, actually probably somewhere around the two and a half days, if you include my travel time...)
Yeah. I realize I'm beng a cunt. But you know what? It feels good. It's been too long since something has made me feel good. And you know what? That fucking whiny bitch deserves an evisceration. a typographical crucification. Though, he's far from the saviour of anything, more akin to the Devils failed third son.
I bloody well think I've earned the right to BE a cunt, fuck you very much. I made the effort. *I* busted my bottom to go see him. I was doing most of the work. Never again, I assure you, unless that person is WORTH my time. Devin Pike was so far below me it makes me want to scream. At myself, at him, and unless he's changed his stripes, which I doubt he has, since it's hard to teach an OLD dog new tricks, this new Missus Pike is going to be pretty fucking dissapointed when it all boils down to it. If she happens to stumble across this, one day along the way, honestly, I'm sorry you have to deal with him.
If he has the balls to apologize to me, to be HONEST, (though, in my very humble opinion, he hasn't figured out what honesty is...) I'll wholeheartedly accept that. Until then, he's the dirt on the shit stuck to my size 11's.
Linds, out. See you (hopefully) by Wednesday.
Well, my laptop is in the hospital. For a while. It needs a new Hard Drive, a prospect I'm not thrilled about, but it's still under warranty, and I don't have to pay for it to be fixed, though there was a big ol' debate on whether it was actually covered by it's warranty. I love arguing when I know I'm right. (Guess who won that debate?)
I knew this was going to happen, because apparently I'm cursed. Cursed with technology. Yes Ladies and gentlemen, my issues with tech, stem from long ago and far away, when someone sent me a file ages and ages past infected with a virus that pretty much exploded my poor parents computer. Blech. Minus the explosions, of course, but still, NOT cool.
As it stands, I probably won't have my poor lil' laptop back until Wednesday by the earliest, a prospect which has me ultimately, a pissy little bitch.
On another note, I usually don't air my dirty laundry this way, but it's revelation time, boys and girls.
I was informed recently that a certain Mr Pike, has either
A) married some broad, or
B) is intending to marry some broad in the very near future... A mere six weeks after I gave him the heave-ho.
This makes me wonder. Did I, in all actuality, suffere the indescretions of Mister Devin Pike, under the assumption that he was single, faithful, and actually loved me, or did he end up brushing off of said dame, WHILE I was down in Dallas for the four days, where coincidentally enough I paid for abso-fucking-lutely everything? INCLUDING my airfare, INCLUDING his meals, you name it, I paid for it down there, with the exception of the last night was there, where Devin GRACIOUSLY allowed himself to crack his wallet (moths flittered out, by the way), and didn't recieve so much as a thank-you, but more a feigning of "heart trouble", leg cramps, and a particularily disturbing crying session, which would be more akin to a violent seizure while grabbing my arms painfully (hint: it wasn't ME who was "crying") to elicit my sympathy? During sex, (which was BAD, no less. achieving and sustaining erection, would be nice, Dev.) All of this within the FOUR days, (well, actually probably somewhere around the two and a half days, if you include my travel time...)
Yeah. I realize I'm beng a cunt. But you know what? It feels good. It's been too long since something has made me feel good. And you know what? That fucking whiny bitch deserves an evisceration. a typographical crucification. Though, he's far from the saviour of anything, more akin to the Devils failed third son.
I bloody well think I've earned the right to BE a cunt, fuck you very much. I made the effort. *I* busted my bottom to go see him. I was doing most of the work. Never again, I assure you, unless that person is WORTH my time. Devin Pike was so far below me it makes me want to scream. At myself, at him, and unless he's changed his stripes, which I doubt he has, since it's hard to teach an OLD dog new tricks, this new Missus Pike is going to be pretty fucking dissapointed when it all boils down to it. If she happens to stumble across this, one day along the way, honestly, I'm sorry you have to deal with him.
If he has the balls to apologize to me, to be HONEST, (though, in my very humble opinion, he hasn't figured out what honesty is...) I'll wholeheartedly accept that. Until then, he's the dirt on the shit stuck to my size 11's.
Linds, out. See you (hopefully) by Wednesday.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
What The Dean Says, Goes.
My good friend, The Neurotic Monkey, slapped up a meme of sorts, basically an enormous quiz, angled at giving me carpal tunnel. I don't mind posting them, but this time I thought I'd pass my answers around. I hope he doesn't mind.
1) What would you rather know: Magic or How to Invent Anything (and no you can't invent a machine that teaches you magic, and you can't use your magic to invent any machines)?
Magic all the way, baybee! I'm a rabid Harry Potter fan. I also read fantasy novels voraciously.
2) The fate of everyone you love hangs in the balance as a group of merciless demons challenge you to a contest. In which form do you battle them: Rock Paper Scissors, Thumb Wrestling, Connect Four, or Hungry Hungry Hippos?
Rock, Paper, Scissors. My thumbs aren't very nimble, unlike the rest of me, and I don't have enough experience playing HHH, and suck arse at connect four.
3) What's the worst thing you've ever said and meant?
I don't normally say nasty things. Maybe that... You know, deeds over words shit, like when I made my ex cheat on his new girl friend with me and then in the shower, after I fucked him, I was singing to myself, knowing what I did. When I almost laughed at him when he said he was suicidal, because of what he did with me to be unfaithful to her.
Man I'm evil sometimes. (for the record, he cheated on me first. With her, multiple times. THEN dumped me. Cut me some slack, I was just a kid.)
Okay. I was 21. Whatever. I'm honestly scared to write this in here, but I'm going to do it anyways. Fuck, Dean. You don't give the easy questions, do you?
4) Hovercar or X-Ray Specs that work?
Hovercar. I'm so sick of people on public transit it hurts.
5) Who would win in a fight: An Off Balance Eagle with Flamebreath vs. a Laser Armed Near Sighted Shark?
The shark. Random laser sweeps, and the ability to dive under the water from the flames the fucked up eagle is spewing out it's mouth. It's a bonafide guarantee that the shark would win. Well, eventually.
6) Do you consider these to be your golden years? Are they still ahead? Have you passed them by?
As far as I know, I haven't hit them yet. 25 has sucked ass so far, I'm hoping 30 will bring it's rewards. I'm hoping I can have some semblance of stability, maybe a hubby and a child by that time. Maybe just clearing my debts from school, and having a good income, to prepare for that stuff.
Unless I turn into the cat lady, like I keep on threatening to do.
7) Who runs BarterTown?
Master Blaster runs BarterTown. Damn my mom for making me watch Mad Max multiple times when I was a kid.
8) You've won a sweepstakes created by the President of the United States of America. He and Congress will pass whatever bill you write. Without doing anything cheap (like "All My Bills Will Be Passed" etc), what is your bill?
I'm Canadian, does this count? (That's such a cop out answer. I can't think of anything. I'm not feeling well.)
9) What's funnier: Random NonLethal Violence OR A Well Timed Fart?
Random Non Lethal Violence. Though, my grandfather has mastered the well delivered, brilliantly timed fart around his grandkids.
10) Ventriloquist Dummies: Annoying or Creepy?
Annoying as hell. The only toys I found creepy growing up were the monkeys with cymbals, and the dolls that opened their eyes when you sat them upright. I used to leave mine outside my bedroom.
12) What was your favorite cartoon growing up?
Bugs Bunny, all the way. I still watch it. My particular favorite characters were the two gophers, that were exceedingly polite to each other ("No, no no. Thank YOU! No, no no, I insist! After you! Oh, why thank you! You're ever so kind.") and the red hair monster, otherwise known as "Gossamer" from the mad scientist episode.
13) Not counting OC, Melrose Place, 90210 or any other prime time melodramas, have you ever watched a daytime soap opera for a significant amount of time? If so, which one?
Ye gawds no. I don't watch TV, remember?
14) Who is the most annoying game show host of all time?
I'd like to say Bob Barker, but he's probably died at least a year ago, and they have episodes filmed in advance. I thought the showcase showdown a week and a half ago, for a trip to New Orleans and a Speedboat was pretty ironic, though.
15) Are there such things as Angels and/or Demons?
Uhm. I believe people have the capacity to be either of those, but seeing as I don't believe in heaven or hell, excepting what we create for ourselves in our lifetimes, then I guess my answer is no. I've met some pretty angelic and demonic people, though.
16) Do you like to dance? Is it important that your significant other likes to dance?
I dance. for no reason whatsoever, with no music. with music. I bump and grind, I slow dance, I can ballroom, waltz and salsa. I dance when I'm plastered, or when I'm sober. I dance alone. It's not necessary for my partner to dance, but it'd be nice.
17) Do you like Jazz music? Why or Why Not?
Yes I do. Ella Fitzgerald is one of my vocal icons, as well as Sarah Vaughan. I love it because it captures emotion. I love it for the same reasons I like the blues.
18) Colonel Sanders versus Ronald McDonald -- there can be only one. Who Survives?
Ronald has cronies. Colonel Sanders is like Dave from Wendy's, but sneaky. You know that Sanders would pretend to have a heart attack and then stab ronald through the gut with the blade hidden in his cane.
I think it's an even match.
19) What's your favorite bad movie? And not in an ironic MST3K way, but in a Michael Bay/Cocktail/Idiotheque way.
Love Potion #9. Early Sandra Bollock and Tate Donovan, who I had the hugest crush on for years. (and still do, please. No teasing.) It's the ultimate "Geeks Can Find Love, Too." movie, which is probably why I like it.
20) What do you wish your nickname was?
"Love". By far my favourite, and whenever I'm called it, I get a tingle, but only by certain people. I've been peaches, sweets, toots, darlin, you name it, I've been it.
21)Do you spend most of the day smiling or glowering?
Depends on the day, usually smiling because I get asked "What's wrong?" if I'm not. Which is annoying as fuck. Can't a girl be grouchy, every now and then? Huh?
22) You are given time on the world's most popular TV show, but are only allowed to say one phrase. It will be heard and understood the world over. What do you say?
"I am the very model of a modern Major-General
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotepotenuse
I'm very good at integral and differential calculus
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General
I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies
I know the croaking chorus from the Frogs of Aristophanes
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinapinafore
Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform
And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General
In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin"
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat"
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a gee
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a gee
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a gee
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a sat a gee
For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General"
Yes.It's the whole song. I'm an arse.
23) If you could be married to any fictional character, who would it be and why?
Wolverine. I bet he'd be an ANIMAL in the sack. (but only the Hugh Jackman "Wolverine".)
24) Would you rather have superstrength or the gift of flight?
Flight. There's too many people and too many places that I'd like to go/see/do.
25) what's something you recommend, but no one EVER takes you up on?
Most people listen to me. Weird, eh? Except for when I type out lyrics from the Pirates of Penzance.
26) What's something that occurs on a daily basis that pisses you off? And if there were no repercussions and you were allowed to finally react to it, what would you do to this stimulus?
Every day, on the LRT, I get some stupid fuck that sits down RIGHT next to me even though it's apparent that I'm going to get off at the next stop, because I've closed my book, and rearranged the straps on my bag, and am looking around to see how difficult it will be to get out of the packed train. Whoever the hell this person is, (It's been multiple people, I can't pick just one!) looks at me affronted when I ask them to move.
I'd love to punch them in the face.
1) What would you rather know: Magic or How to Invent Anything (and no you can't invent a machine that teaches you magic, and you can't use your magic to invent any machines)?
Magic all the way, baybee! I'm a rabid Harry Potter fan. I also read fantasy novels voraciously.
2) The fate of everyone you love hangs in the balance as a group of merciless demons challenge you to a contest. In which form do you battle them: Rock Paper Scissors, Thumb Wrestling, Connect Four, or Hungry Hungry Hippos?
Rock, Paper, Scissors. My thumbs aren't very nimble, unlike the rest of me, and I don't have enough experience playing HHH, and suck arse at connect four.
3) What's the worst thing you've ever said and meant?
I don't normally say nasty things. Maybe that... You know, deeds over words shit, like when I made my ex cheat on his new girl friend with me and then in the shower, after I fucked him, I was singing to myself, knowing what I did. When I almost laughed at him when he said he was suicidal, because of what he did with me to be unfaithful to her.
Man I'm evil sometimes. (for the record, he cheated on me first. With her, multiple times. THEN dumped me. Cut me some slack, I was just a kid.)
Okay. I was 21. Whatever. I'm honestly scared to write this in here, but I'm going to do it anyways. Fuck, Dean. You don't give the easy questions, do you?
4) Hovercar or X-Ray Specs that work?
Hovercar. I'm so sick of people on public transit it hurts.
5) Who would win in a fight: An Off Balance Eagle with Flamebreath vs. a Laser Armed Near Sighted Shark?
The shark. Random laser sweeps, and the ability to dive under the water from the flames the fucked up eagle is spewing out it's mouth. It's a bonafide guarantee that the shark would win. Well, eventually.
6) Do you consider these to be your golden years? Are they still ahead? Have you passed them by?
As far as I know, I haven't hit them yet. 25 has sucked ass so far, I'm hoping 30 will bring it's rewards. I'm hoping I can have some semblance of stability, maybe a hubby and a child by that time. Maybe just clearing my debts from school, and having a good income, to prepare for that stuff.
Unless I turn into the cat lady, like I keep on threatening to do.
7) Who runs BarterTown?
Master Blaster runs BarterTown. Damn my mom for making me watch Mad Max multiple times when I was a kid.
8) You've won a sweepstakes created by the President of the United States of America. He and Congress will pass whatever bill you write. Without doing anything cheap (like "All My Bills Will Be Passed" etc), what is your bill?
I'm Canadian, does this count? (That's such a cop out answer. I can't think of anything. I'm not feeling well.)
9) What's funnier: Random NonLethal Violence OR A Well Timed Fart?
Random Non Lethal Violence. Though, my grandfather has mastered the well delivered, brilliantly timed fart around his grandkids.
10) Ventriloquist Dummies: Annoying or Creepy?
Annoying as hell. The only toys I found creepy growing up were the monkeys with cymbals, and the dolls that opened their eyes when you sat them upright. I used to leave mine outside my bedroom.
12) What was your favorite cartoon growing up?
Bugs Bunny, all the way. I still watch it. My particular favorite characters were the two gophers, that were exceedingly polite to each other ("No, no no. Thank YOU! No, no no, I insist! After you! Oh, why thank you! You're ever so kind.") and the red hair monster, otherwise known as "Gossamer" from the mad scientist episode.
13) Not counting OC, Melrose Place, 90210 or any other prime time melodramas, have you ever watched a daytime soap opera for a significant amount of time? If so, which one?
Ye gawds no. I don't watch TV, remember?
14) Who is the most annoying game show host of all time?
I'd like to say Bob Barker, but he's probably died at least a year ago, and they have episodes filmed in advance. I thought the showcase showdown a week and a half ago, for a trip to New Orleans and a Speedboat was pretty ironic, though.
15) Are there such things as Angels and/or Demons?
Uhm. I believe people have the capacity to be either of those, but seeing as I don't believe in heaven or hell, excepting what we create for ourselves in our lifetimes, then I guess my answer is no. I've met some pretty angelic and demonic people, though.
16) Do you like to dance? Is it important that your significant other likes to dance?
I dance. for no reason whatsoever, with no music. with music. I bump and grind, I slow dance, I can ballroom, waltz and salsa. I dance when I'm plastered, or when I'm sober. I dance alone. It's not necessary for my partner to dance, but it'd be nice.
17) Do you like Jazz music? Why or Why Not?
Yes I do. Ella Fitzgerald is one of my vocal icons, as well as Sarah Vaughan. I love it because it captures emotion. I love it for the same reasons I like the blues.
18) Colonel Sanders versus Ronald McDonald -- there can be only one. Who Survives?
Ronald has cronies. Colonel Sanders is like Dave from Wendy's, but sneaky. You know that Sanders would pretend to have a heart attack and then stab ronald through the gut with the blade hidden in his cane.
I think it's an even match.
19) What's your favorite bad movie? And not in an ironic MST3K way, but in a Michael Bay/Cocktail/Idiotheque way.
Love Potion #9. Early Sandra Bollock and Tate Donovan, who I had the hugest crush on for years. (and still do, please. No teasing.) It's the ultimate "Geeks Can Find Love, Too." movie, which is probably why I like it.
20) What do you wish your nickname was?
"Love". By far my favourite, and whenever I'm called it, I get a tingle, but only by certain people. I've been peaches, sweets, toots, darlin, you name it, I've been it.
21)Do you spend most of the day smiling or glowering?
Depends on the day, usually smiling because I get asked "What's wrong?" if I'm not. Which is annoying as fuck. Can't a girl be grouchy, every now and then? Huh?
22) You are given time on the world's most popular TV show, but are only allowed to say one phrase. It will be heard and understood the world over. What do you say?
"I am the very model of a modern Major-General
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotepotenuse
I'm very good at integral and differential calculus
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General
I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies
I know the croaking chorus from the Frogs of Aristophanes
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinapinafore
Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform
And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General
In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin"
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat"
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a gee
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a gee
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a gee
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a sat a gee
For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General"
Yes.It's the whole song. I'm an arse.
23) If you could be married to any fictional character, who would it be and why?
Wolverine. I bet he'd be an ANIMAL in the sack. (but only the Hugh Jackman "Wolverine".)
24) Would you rather have superstrength or the gift of flight?
Flight. There's too many people and too many places that I'd like to go/see/do.
25) what's something you recommend, but no one EVER takes you up on?
Most people listen to me. Weird, eh? Except for when I type out lyrics from the Pirates of Penzance.
26) What's something that occurs on a daily basis that pisses you off? And if there were no repercussions and you were allowed to finally react to it, what would you do to this stimulus?
Every day, on the LRT, I get some stupid fuck that sits down RIGHT next to me even though it's apparent that I'm going to get off at the next stop, because I've closed my book, and rearranged the straps on my bag, and am looking around to see how difficult it will be to get out of the packed train. Whoever the hell this person is, (It's been multiple people, I can't pick just one!) looks at me affronted when I ask them to move.
I'd love to punch them in the face.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Bits of Creative.
Comments, criticism welcome, please. It's one of the only ways I learn.
*update* Constructive criticism only please. If you don't like it, tell me what you think needs improving. Thanks.
*update* Constructive criticism only please. If you don't like it, tell me what you think needs improving. Thanks.
Friday, September 16, 2005
HAH!
A friend messaged me with "I have something for you". My "Oh?" response made him tell me to do a Google search on the word "Failure".
Sure. I hit up google, type in "failure" and badaboom, badabing, I'm giggling my fool head off.
Why?
Oh, THIS is golden. Take a peek.
Sure. I hit up google, type in "failure" and badaboom, badabing, I'm giggling my fool head off.
Why?
Oh, THIS is golden. Take a peek.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
What "Word Nerds" Do... (Because all verbose, smart people enjoy a good play on words.)
You've probably gotten these in an email at one point or another, and I've probably been the one to send them to you, if I have your email address. That being said, I still felt like posting them. My favourites are "Karmageddon", and the "Dopeler Effect".
Unfortunately, I've actually had "Caterpallor" happen to me. It's enough to almost make you puke.
The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.
Here are this year's winners:
1. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
2. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
3. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.
4. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
5. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
6. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
7. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
8. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
9. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
10. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
11. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
12. Glibido: All talk and no action.
13. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
14. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
15. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
16. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.
And the pick of the literature:
17. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.
Unfortunately, I've actually had "Caterpallor" happen to me. It's enough to almost make you puke.
The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.
Here are this year's winners:
1. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
2. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
3. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.
4. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
5. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
6. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
7. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
8. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
9. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
10. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
11. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
12. Glibido: All talk and no action.
13. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
14. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
15. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
16. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.
And the pick of the literature:
17. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.
The Seven deadly.... Memes?
1. Seven Things I Hate Doing or That Scare Me
2. Seven Things I Like
3. Seven Important Things in My Room
4. Seven Random Facts About Me
5. Seven Things I Plan on Doing Before I Die
6. Seven Things I Can Do or Have Done.
7. Seven Things I Cannot or Will Not Do
8. Seven Things I Say the Most
9. And Finally, Seven Souls I Have Ruined by Tagging Them. (Though, they don't have to write this if they don't want to, because I bloody well hate chain letters. This is just shameless linking.)
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
I am Le Tired.
Twas the First day back in class, starting term three today. I got new software. (The best part of starting a new term.) Including Propellerhead's Reason software which is an entire mixing studio in one, (and RULES!) I predict many an hour sitting in front of Shadow tinkering in Reason. As well as Adobe After Effects, both classes taught by the most energetic teacher I've EVER seen/had in my entire life. Honestly, his teaching, is exhausting. Even just watching it. I was ready for a nap at noon.Maybe that's because I'm used to getting UP at noon. Hrm. This time off school for a month has thrown me off of my game, kids. No writing, No drinking, Late nights! Tsk. I'm a veritable hooligan, I am.
Whatever.
I'm listening to a friend from Saskatchewan's band at the moment, named the Fjords. (who have a pretty kickass looking, simple site. I should mention.) They're pretty damned good, with an eclectic varied style of music, consists of bassist, David Brown, drummer, Jeff Pederson and the lead singer and guitarist, one Luke Ryalls, who has a very unique voice. Not to mention a degree in archeology, he's darned cute, AND he's a Mac boy to top it all off. *le swoon*
I don't think they'll mind the exposure, and if you happen to be in Sask. Go to one of their shows. I certainly wish I could.
I'm posting one of their songs on GSD, (coincidentally enough, one of my favourites!) but purely for exposure reasons. Dig? If you like the album, check out the two other tracks they have on their "music" section on their site, and if you REALLY like it, pick up a copy, you cheap bastards. *winks*
without further ado, The Fjords -- It Don't Bother Me.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
A Snippet Of Random Nonsense...
Yes. This is an actual MSN conversation. I am "~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~"
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. Has logged in.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: I LOVE FLANNEL!
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: Who doesn't?
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: It's so... Northern, and like, Lumberjack-like.
holy, "Like" batman.
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: Lumberjacks and I get along great.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: They're a lumberjack and you're okay? (With that?)
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: I'm ok with lumberjacks.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: lol
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: It's samurais and ninjas I often have problems with.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: Who doesn't? I'm often smacking ninjas away from my porch light with a broom. Pesky Ninjas.
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: I use hockey sticks.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says:To-may-to, to-mah-to. They just keep on banging their heads into it until I turn the light off.
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: haha dummies.
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. Has logged in.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: I LOVE FLANNEL!
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: Who doesn't?
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: It's so... Northern, and like, Lumberjack-like.
holy, "Like" batman.
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: Lumberjacks and I get along great.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: They're a lumberjack and you're okay? (With that?)
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: I'm ok with lumberjacks.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: lol
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: It's samurais and ninjas I often have problems with.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says: Who doesn't? I'm often smacking ninjas away from my porch light with a broom. Pesky Ninjas.
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: I use hockey sticks.
~•My Other Jesus is a Camaro•~ says:To-may-to, to-mah-to. They just keep on banging their heads into it until I turn the light off.
If you love flannel as much as I do, shout it out and let the world know. says: haha dummies.
It's Pissing Me Off... (warning: rant coming up.)
That people are throwing minor guilt trips at me for NOT talking to them on msn, because I'm either out, sleeping or very busy. It's the last week before I start classes again. OF COURSE I'M BUSY! For fucks sakes, get a grip.
I have a life. Get it? I do shit outside of being chained to my computer, I have two days before I spend approximately 15 to 18 hours a day chained to my computer, and if the opportunity arises to go out, get a cup of coffee, or hang with one of my girlfriends *newsflash* I'm going to fucking take it. So if I don't talk to you everyday, bloody well deal with it. I spent almost a year and a half being alone relationship wise, and I'm used to it. I even learned to appreciate it. I'm not an easy person to live with in the first place. I like a little male company, but *not* every day, *not* 24/7, and I will be pretty fucking abrupt with you when classes start and you're still hounding me.
I'll be damned if I let some crush get in the way of my marks at the moment, because you know what? THAT is what counts, right now. I've got one term of fulltime education left, for the time being, and it's the most difficult of the three, it has the most homework, the most complex subjects. I'll flat out admit that at the moment I'm being remarkably selfish, and am only focussing on me, which is something I've never really done before. I think it might be necessary. I feel almost tortured inside and I need to come to grips with a lot of shit that's happening to me. I can't pretend that my relationship ending was nothing. That's what I've been doing and it's detrimental to my mental health. I... I'm not having a good time of it right now. I'm not writing in here because I don't have anything of merit to write about. Or at least anything of merit that I'm comfortable writing in a public forum about. And it makes me feel bad.
I also have moments where I hate every single human being I come across, excepting my friend Crystal, and even then I get snarky with her. I'm no angel, I've been saying this for years. I might not like the person I am when I'm like this, but it's who I am. I'm not always smiles, sunshine and sexual innuendo.
You want the truth? I'm just really fucking irritated right now. Take the words with a grain of salt, but also as a look at how I can get. Half this shit is stuff bugging me, and half of this shit is anger/irritation talking that's finally gotten to it's peak boiling point...
I have a life. Get it? I do shit outside of being chained to my computer, I have two days before I spend approximately 15 to 18 hours a day chained to my computer, and if the opportunity arises to go out, get a cup of coffee, or hang with one of my girlfriends *newsflash* I'm going to fucking take it. So if I don't talk to you everyday, bloody well deal with it. I spent almost a year and a half being alone relationship wise, and I'm used to it. I even learned to appreciate it. I'm not an easy person to live with in the first place. I like a little male company, but *not* every day, *not* 24/7, and I will be pretty fucking abrupt with you when classes start and you're still hounding me.
I'll be damned if I let some crush get in the way of my marks at the moment, because you know what? THAT is what counts, right now. I've got one term of fulltime education left, for the time being, and it's the most difficult of the three, it has the most homework, the most complex subjects. I'll flat out admit that at the moment I'm being remarkably selfish, and am only focussing on me, which is something I've never really done before. I think it might be necessary. I feel almost tortured inside and I need to come to grips with a lot of shit that's happening to me. I can't pretend that my relationship ending was nothing. That's what I've been doing and it's detrimental to my mental health. I... I'm not having a good time of it right now. I'm not writing in here because I don't have anything of merit to write about. Or at least anything of merit that I'm comfortable writing in a public forum about. And it makes me feel bad.
I also have moments where I hate every single human being I come across, excepting my friend Crystal, and even then I get snarky with her. I'm no angel, I've been saying this for years. I might not like the person I am when I'm like this, but it's who I am. I'm not always smiles, sunshine and sexual innuendo.
You want the truth? I'm just really fucking irritated right now. Take the words with a grain of salt, but also as a look at how I can get. Half this shit is stuff bugging me, and half of this shit is anger/irritation talking that's finally gotten to it's peak boiling point...
Friday, September 09, 2005
Gizoogle.
If you haven't heard of Gizoogle.com, go check it out now.
I'd suggest translating CNN.com with it, you might get a giggle or ten.
GSD is pretty interesting translated as well, here's a taster of my header underneath the banner, and what Gizoogle can do for you.
Aight. peace out. Fo' shizzle, mo nizzles...
Gawd I'm way too white to say that.
I'd suggest translating CNN.com with it, you might get a giggle or ten.
GSD is pretty interesting translated as well, here's a taster of my header underneath the banner, and what Gizoogle can do for you.
Welcome ta tha Glamazon Shoe Diaries . Drop it like its hot. Chock fizzy of tha trials n tribulizzles reviews/recommizzles of music n literature. Anecdotes, stories n woes of a 25 year old chick study'n Electronic Design, liv'n in Pusha B.C. Canada. Anyth'n fo` shits n giggles. I thrive off of banta.
Aight. peace out. Fo' shizzle, mo nizzles...
Gawd I'm way too white to say that.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Chick Rock.
thanks to a darling galpal of mine, miss Melissa, aka. Orion skie for this meme.
Can you dig it?
Which Rock Chick Are You?
Can you dig it?
Which Rock Chick Are You?
Monday, September 05, 2005
Boiling point?
Music of the moment: Arrested Development; Album: "3 Years 5 months and 2 Days in the life of..."
Epiphany?
Or just... A confused thought process. This is a ramble. I hope you'll forgive me.
I spent the evening Saturday night, and Sunday for a majority of the day in the company of a male who shall remain unnamed, and I had a good time. I saw "The Incredibles" last night, which I found quite cute. I slept in late, and sometimes there's nothing like the comfort of sleeping until horrifically late on a lazy Sunday morning with someone warm beside you. It's not anything really sexual, just... Cuddling and being close and comfortable. (And even if I did anything more, I wouldn't be mentioning it in here. Even if I did, and you thought less of me for it, I wouldn't give a shit if you did...) It's hearing someone else breathing, maybe snoring, maybe farting in bed. It's part of human nature, and it doesn't bother me one bit. I'm tired of being lonely. I'm tired of wondering what I'm missing out on.
I'm also wondering if I'm going to make anything serious of anyone that comes my way, or if I'm just going to keep it casual and work on myself. I can still work on myself and have company, right? (Or is that not allowed in the rulebooks? Fuck that. There are no rules in life... Just to live it.) *sighs* I dunno. I'm not a player, I'm not really a female casanova. I've got my charm, I've got my... Ah fuck. who cares? It's humanity I miss... I have so little faith in it a large portion of the time, that I'm wondering how long it's going to take until we all destroy ourselves in a fit of pique.
Not optimistic, I know... But it's hard to not feel that way, sometimes.
With my male company, Today after a late lunch of butter chicken, basmati Rice and naan bread, I watched "The Aristocrats", which is an interesting documentary/look into the reknowned joke that goes around comedic circles. I'm not going to get into it, and if you're interested, you can check out the google links here, for more information on what the Aristocrats joke is. It's profane, it's disgusting. It's utterly hysterical.
Summer seems to have slipped away, and Autumn has started. At least I think it has. Not officially, of course. That's September the 21st. What I mean is that the nights of sweaty, uncomfortable sleep have passed, and the wind has the scent of the leaves turning in it. Pull out the warmer blanket, kids.
Autumn is my favourite season. I love the look of my city in autumn. I love the coolness in the air, and the ability to wear a warm sweater and jeans, and not have to pull on the winter coat yet. I love the colours. Again, the scent of rain on cement, reminding me of New York, and I miss that city so bad it hurts sometimes. I couldn't tell you why. It also reminds me of home. The scents, the colours, the temperature. The combination that equals my stomping grounds. It's the perfect time to curl up on the couch, drink a cup of chai with honey...
I think, it's indeed time to focus on me. Friends, I can have in abundance, male or female. I just hope they don't expect me to spend all of my time with them, or spend all of my efforts trying to make them happy. Sometimes you gotta put numbah one first.
Epiphany?
Or just... A confused thought process. This is a ramble. I hope you'll forgive me.
I spent the evening Saturday night, and Sunday for a majority of the day in the company of a male who shall remain unnamed, and I had a good time. I saw "The Incredibles" last night, which I found quite cute. I slept in late, and sometimes there's nothing like the comfort of sleeping until horrifically late on a lazy Sunday morning with someone warm beside you. It's not anything really sexual, just... Cuddling and being close and comfortable. (And even if I did anything more, I wouldn't be mentioning it in here. Even if I did, and you thought less of me for it, I wouldn't give a shit if you did...) It's hearing someone else breathing, maybe snoring, maybe farting in bed. It's part of human nature, and it doesn't bother me one bit. I'm tired of being lonely. I'm tired of wondering what I'm missing out on.
I'm also wondering if I'm going to make anything serious of anyone that comes my way, or if I'm just going to keep it casual and work on myself. I can still work on myself and have company, right? (Or is that not allowed in the rulebooks? Fuck that. There are no rules in life... Just to live it.) *sighs* I dunno. I'm not a player, I'm not really a female casanova. I've got my charm, I've got my... Ah fuck. who cares? It's humanity I miss... I have so little faith in it a large portion of the time, that I'm wondering how long it's going to take until we all destroy ourselves in a fit of pique.
Not optimistic, I know... But it's hard to not feel that way, sometimes.
With my male company, Today after a late lunch of butter chicken, basmati Rice and naan bread, I watched "The Aristocrats", which is an interesting documentary/look into the reknowned joke that goes around comedic circles. I'm not going to get into it, and if you're interested, you can check out the google links here, for more information on what the Aristocrats joke is. It's profane, it's disgusting. It's utterly hysterical.
Summer seems to have slipped away, and Autumn has started. At least I think it has. Not officially, of course. That's September the 21st. What I mean is that the nights of sweaty, uncomfortable sleep have passed, and the wind has the scent of the leaves turning in it. Pull out the warmer blanket, kids.
Autumn is my favourite season. I love the look of my city in autumn. I love the coolness in the air, and the ability to wear a warm sweater and jeans, and not have to pull on the winter coat yet. I love the colours. Again, the scent of rain on cement, reminding me of New York, and I miss that city so bad it hurts sometimes. I couldn't tell you why. It also reminds me of home. The scents, the colours, the temperature. The combination that equals my stomping grounds. It's the perfect time to curl up on the couch, drink a cup of chai with honey...
I think, it's indeed time to focus on me. Friends, I can have in abundance, male or female. I just hope they don't expect me to spend all of my time with them, or spend all of my efforts trying to make them happy. Sometimes you gotta put numbah one first.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
New Creative...
New Goodies are up in my creative portfolio, (which is located underneath the archives, in the sidebar) Most of you have seen them, excepting the new "Men Are From Mars..." piece, that I completely forgot I did. I have a memory like a sieve.
Don't neglect the other stuff in there, if you haven't had a tour through. The wallpapers are free for your use, but only on personal computers. I worked hard on them. okay?
Bonus points if you can guess whose arms those are. If you already know because I've told you, you get no points. Only scorn and derision with a hefty side of scoffing. Okay, no you won't. I lie like a republican.
Damnit. What was I talking about again?
Don't neglect the other stuff in there, if you haven't had a tour through. The wallpapers are free for your use, but only on personal computers. I worked hard on them. okay?
Bonus points if you can guess whose arms those are. If you already know because I've told you, you get no points. Only scorn and derision with a hefty side of scoffing. Okay, no you won't. I lie like a republican.
Damnit. What was I talking about again?
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