Minor Malorum Duorum

Sarah Palin Debate Flow Chart

This is so handy, just thought I'd share.

http://home.cwru.edu/~sjr16/advanced/index.html
Journey Through the Galaxy

This cracked me up so much, I just had to make sure you people saw it - even if you don't keep an eye on my lj. http://www.fuckthesouth.com.

I posted that story today 'bout the Texas school. I couldn't find a really good topic match. And I'm thinking "microbiology" is a little overly-specific, so how 'bout expanding it to "academics?" That'd make the baby Jesus happy.

Look! My own section that links to my LJ journals! Cuz I'm difficult and annoying! It's on the right, on the main page! I'm sure it'll move somewhere less front-pagey when Otter figures out a better place, but yay me! Yay Otter too!

Got my new laptop. It's shiny 'n new. Plugged in my USB mouse. A little innocuous message appeared then. It said, "USB Human Interface Device."

Ummmm. That really makes me seem like, like I'm sorta peripheral to this thing. Or like I *am* a peripheral, I mean - the whole damn thing is just for humans right? So why's it sounded so damn unimpressed and nonchalant about the need for me to interface with *my* laptop?

Now I'm half wondering if I'm less important to my computers then they let on. Maybe they don't really need me at all, maybe they're just fine without me. They're humoring me so I don't feel bad, meanwhile they're conditioning me to use different words like "persuade" instead of "convince" (previous entry). I think I'm even less important than previously thought.

Shitty.

Hi!

Did the parental unit bullshit yesterday. Goddamn what morbid shit, my parents, for the first time to me, are starting to look old. Like, old person old. Now don't get me wrong, I really bear no real love for them, but it IS a depressing reminder of how old *I* am... :!!

Well and I dunno what's gonna happen when one of 'em finally dies off. Fuck I hope my mom goes first cuz my sister can deal with his ass, NOT me. If the old man rots first then I'm stuck dealing with a completely insane, depression - anxiety monstrosity machine when things are fine, old lady. Fuckin' A can't we just shoot 'em now?

Ear Infection, uhh better than a ruptured ear drum I guess - although obviously it's good I went to the doctor. Weee. She gave me a ten day prescription of antibiotics (Biaxin).

So "I told you" to all you haters who made fun of me for not going out on a recent night. ;) And yeah Ammit being as on top of shit as always bought me some Afrin at the airport which I used sitting on the plane before we took off. I *also* took sudafed. The doctor told me she didn't think the plane ride had anything to do with the ear infection, but I think she's wrong. *If* I've ever had an ear infection, it was before I was able to form memories as a wee child. I don't think this is coincidence, but hey who cares.

Your reward for reading all this pointless prattle? Something I'm going to be buying for next time, maybe you should too...

http://www.earplanes.com/

So as previously mentioned I got a cold last Friday (bad headcold) - the day before we flew home from LA. So the excruciating pain on descent was bad, but worse yet my right ear is still fucking clogged up, a week later.

Ammit keeps telling me not to worry about it, but I think she's full of shit. It's been a fucking week! So I've made an appointment for Monday with my normal doctor, who'll prolly just refer me to an Ear, Nose, and Throat guy - who usually sees people like a month after you make an appointment.

Sigh. I hate my life.

Yeah so, a week ago upon arriving at this striving- for-mediocrity hotel known as the Hollywood Ramada (except for the most excellent bar / club thing attached which is really kewl) - we attempted to access the Internet with Ammit's laptop. Well, after the, um, well I'm sure it only took an hour in my head, looooong elevator ride from floor 1, allll the way up to flooor 3.

Now began our love affair with NetXplor. Love similar to the love a mother must feel for her children as she leaves them tied up in trash bags in a dumpster. Or perhaps more akin to the fondness I
have for roaches, which is to say, not at all.

Now, it's true I tend to "yam it up" when I'm telling a story sometimes. I don't lie, I never lie when I'm telling a story - well unless it's to a cop or a boss at work, or if I'm asked if someone looks fat in a particular dress of course. You get the point though, I might up the volume a tad for the sake of a good read, but not by much. Although on at least one occasion apparently my "fun with descriptions" was taken too seriously by my audience (my fault on hindsight) and some people honestly envisioned an old Asian lady jumping over a counter. But that's neither here, nor there.

And, perhaps much like my female chum Terrible, I might not deny a slight propensity for having very slight anger management issues. So take what salt you wish with this before I use what's left kill and make lifeless the land NetXplor is built on.

So upon attempting to load the Internet, the li'l 'puter instead brings us to a page that says if we wish to access the net with this criminally slow-ass connection we need to pay up front, ten bucks a day. Fine, whatever, just lemme in the Inet bitches.

After paying (and of course having to fill out required field after field having to tell them everything about me sans my fucking blood type) - I was redirected to their obligatory homepage. As if I hadn

This Ramada sucks my ass. First off, the room is about the size of a bloated smurf. But that's OK, it's just one li'l thing, and we're in LA! Yeah but also, this ghetto-misery-fest has like four lamps, a coffee maker, a mini fridge, an alarm clock, and a grand total of 4 electrical outlets (as in, 2 plates on the wall) to share all those with the laptop.



I have to unplug the mini-fridge to make coffee. I can't charge my phone if I want a light on my side of the bed, unless we use up the sockets in the bathroom anyway. I have to unplug the laptop to keep my soda cold goddamnit! Bunch of fucking savages!



In other news, uhh, LA is tres kewl. I've likely gained 6 pounds by now. I'm anxious to see E3, but prolly won't get to until tomorrow since Anglic won't arrive until later today.



Heh, the comic we met at a show thingie is pretty kewl. At first we were pretty sure he might be Mathew Perry's brother - can't find anything on that on the Inet though, so now not so sure. But he's kewl, supposed to go hit some bars w/him later. He somehow saw Lizlee 'n I eating outside on Melrose Ave yesterday as he drove by. He stopped his SUV, got out, yelled, "Shmoooo!" then waved, got back in his SUV and took off. LOL, that was unexpected. Much fun.

We were bein' lazy yesterday so after we watched Monster we watched Adaptation. Wow. Same guy who wrote Being John Malkovitch (sp). Ummm, yeah. Fucked up movie. Good though! Starred Nick Cage and Merrill (?) Streep. Def worth seeing, very fucked up... ;) Hopefully Ammit'll wake soon and wse can do stuff, I dunno what though... :)

Well I'm in LA, so I'm told. I can't know for sure, basically it just looks like Tysons Corner but with Palm Trees to me. City my ass.

A "City" is a man-made fortress of steel and concrete. A "City" is man's kick to the balls of mother nature when she's down. A "City" stares mother nature straight in the eyes and yells, "WHO'S YOUR DADDY BITCH?" Real "cities" float on waxy wings too near the sun, spitting acid rain and internet porn into mother nature's hair before handing the whore cab fair and a swift slap to the ass. "Cities" erect giant fucking penis-monuments full of paperwork and sexual harrassment.

"Cities" send its multitudes of "disaffected" and "disconnected" progeny forth to procreate, yell to themselves about Jesus while they muck up your windshield at a light, and FUCKING SMOKE while doing it.

Real "cities" give you a reach around while their other hand snakes your wallet.

But most of all, real "citizens" live too high up in their rises to fear pussy-ass floods, God ain't got shit on a real city. You want at ark? We have ethernet at 2,500' bitch.

LA has good Mexican food, but it's no goddamn city. ;)

Woot. Not only have I infected Rev. Safetypup, also Labattadm and Synaesthesia. Played with all three a tad now, so wtf I threw up a webpage - cuz hey that's required right? I have a few pics of Lab, Syn, and my two chars. Rev Safety's will be coming, heeheehee... :)

My COH pics page