Plastic People Make It Possible

I'm way too tired to be blogging, but here I am, doing it anyway.

We've got a house showing tomorrow, and I've spent the better part of the day wrenching those dastardly Dust Bunnies from their homes, and making OUR home look all sparkly and pleasant.

You know, all that wonderful fakery that comes with selling.

I suppose the most interesting part of my evening (very, very sadly) was when my cat became convinced that one of the pig figurines in my room was real, and thus, hissed with the ferocity of the grandest of lions.

And yes, I have a thing for pigs.

....Pigs that burn.

Hheheh.

That said, this happened:



That's all.

Why So Serious?

Hi blogosphere.

So, there's been a bit of a national controversy over a certain Californian proposition that has inspired me to make my second politically oriented post in recent history. I'm neither gay, nor am I Californian, but I think we should all take notice when a person's right is at stake.

Prop 8, people.

I think that many of those "proud Americans" that pushed to get this legislation passed need to take a good hard look in the mirror. Sanctity of marriage? How many of you have been divorced? Is it "marriage" you're fighting for, or the exclusion of a group that you just don't like? What the hell are we fighting for in the middle east if this kind of hypocritical nonsense is allowed to continue, here in our own country?

This video explains it all really well, though I'll grant he has a much sappier take on things than I do.



I got this from http://www.kevinpereira.com/ , where he says, "It's okay to be straight, and against hate."

Damn right.

Bastardly Blogger

Dear Blogger:

Please, tell me, why do you hate me so?

Is it so hard to provide me with an easy method to export my posts? I mean, really, we've been together for years now, and I've entrusted you with many of the deepest details of my life. Would it really be so hard to trust that I just want to keep my posts safe while I reformat my template, and not to run elsewhere to make another blog?

I mean, I chose you over Myspace.

I snubbed Wordpress, and I politely told LiveJournal that I was already taken.

We've made it this far together, you and I.

Work with me here. Please?

Plagarize Thyself

A post of mine from elsewhere, because it's just worthy to be blogged about:

Any RPG fans out there picked up Fable II yet?

Awesome game, to say the least. I didn't much care for the first one (was a little too late on getting to it, and it seemed a bit dull and dated when I finally did), but the sequel has kept the great tone, and added a ton of depth. It's not quite as endlessly expansive as Oblivion, say, but the world is much more varied, and.....wow, it has more than three voice actors. *smirk*

The updates to the "Expression" system were certainly needed, and turned it from a feature that I hated in the original, so something that's actually manageable and relatively entertaining here. That, and the way they use experience and the like, yeah.

Just buy the game. B-)

/free plug_Lionhead_Studios

Political Apathy= Fail

Just got back from voting. Who got the ol' line across the paper on my ballot doesn't really matter, but rather that I at least hauled my sorry carcass out of the house and participated in one of the most important days on the American calender

Apathy is fine, but it should never extend to government.

That said, I hope the few who might read this count themselves amongst the Cool People Who Voted, because if you didn't, then don't bother bitching when Uncle Sam gives you the shaft.

Because you never cared in the first place, right?

Sand Is Bad For Your Hard Drive

Ever feel like you're having one of those "movie moments"?

I had one of those yesterday.

While valiantly searching for some guitar cords at the old and rather abandoned farmstead, in a dusty little room next to what was once my Aerial Lair, I found a photo album (ah, the days before Flickr....) lying on the floor. Inside was a pictorial treasure trove of The Beast ala 1960's. It's a strange thing to see just how much a person doesn't change in forty-odd years.

Next to said album was a tipped over drawer. A binder dated 1964 is perhaps the earliest evidence that indeed, my warped sense of humor didn't just come out of nowhere. Fondly titled "Mad Scientist Club" The Beast listed himself as President, with the names of three lesser peons down below. The mission statement was impressively juvenile. (Something to the effect of "We will look in people's windows, etc. etc.) Ah, the ambitions of one eight year old during the height of the Hippie Generation.

There were other knickknacks and other goodies to be had from what were probably his teenage years, but it was the initial find that sparked the internal movie music and panoramic camera view.

Heh. Anyway, it was a cool moment.

One should appreciate these dusty nostalgic finds while one can. Pretty soon all of life's memories will be damned to a cold, stale hard drive.

......What is that phrase again?

*smirk*

Protest Capitalism

The Compound, as I may or may not have mentioned, is up for sale. Regarding that status, the house was "shown" again today, and the results seem promising.

An offer, perhaps?

I must say, this turn of events comes a little bittersweet, as recently the house and all it's wacky quirks have started to grow on me. Plus, the idea of having to move all my crap again kinda makes my inner masochist squeal with fiendish delight.

All this isn't really a complain, it's more of a surprised realization that sometimes even I can fail to see the things I have right in front of me, and it takes the impending loss to start belatedly appreciating them.

(Insert obligatory catchphrase here)

Like Mary Poppins. With Wheels.

Oh look, she's blogging again.

Not terribly much to add here. I think I'm just afraid that should I leave my blog unattended for too long, bad things will creep out of the wood work. Things like procrastination, stagnation, and let us not forget the very ominous non-existence.

*doom vibes*

Anyway, something I didn't put in my "Things To Do" list last time that I'm surprisingly well on my way to accomplishing: bike 25 miles.

Kinda funny I haven't made mention of it, as biking has become one of my very few "offline" hobbies. I just bought a new one a month or two ago, and it's been getting more use than I had initially imagined. It was kind of a grandiose way of copping out of having to run, which I loathe with near the intensity that I do the color pink.

ph34r.

My initial distances were fairly minuscule, averaging only a mile or two, with several long breathers in between. I must confess, I had forgotten the effort required for such an endeavor, and the wake up call was......masochistic to say the least. My most recent attempt was a much-improved seven miles, with almost no breaks or breathers in between. A far cry from my goal, but still, I'm less the wheeled pansy than I was when I began.

And, just because I have to inject a little morbidity and gloom into everything I do, one of my favorite spots to stop is an old graveyard overlooking some lonely fields. There resides one of the coolest graves I have ever seen. I shall have to post a picture here when I muster up the energy to head over to my Vaio of Doom. The Laptop of Doom, sadly, is grossly unprepared for my foray into the darkness. *sigh*

So there, cruel world, I'm accomplishing something. It's a small something, but it's better than nothing.

/pseudo optimisim.

Slackers R' Us

Hello blogosphere.

Actually, I should have probably tagged this as another Internetless Blog Chronicle, because I'm at work and the closest I am to a computer is an old school Dell shoved behind the case of my machine's touchscreen.

Yeah, I"m at work.

And yeah, this is me being productive. *smirk*

I suppose I mention my surroundings for the sole fact that observation in hindsight is harder for my brain to put into linguistics. Color it a bad habit from high school, with the two hundred page play by play of every bitter and blithe moment. Perhaps I should start posting some excerpts here if I can refrain from not picking through all the inevitable grammer mistakes that it's bound to contain.

Heh. If I were a social person, I so should have been an English teacher. But I'm not, and I very much doubt that my fellow Americans would want to pay me to currupt the nation's youth.

Muahhahhahahaa...

Anyway...

I'm deathly bored, and my brain is muddled with all that needs doing, and that which has already been done, but probably needs reding, and all that I want to do, but can't, because of all the rest that still needs doing.

...........Got all that?

Take a moment, if need be, to let the stars fade. I don't mind. I often have that effect on people. The Dazed and Confused Syndrome, as it were.

So here are a few items from the "Still Needs Doing" list. Perhaps having them here for all the world to ignore will keep me trudging forward.

*Start selling off all the junk collected from years of pack ratting.

*Lower my bills by lowering services provided. (IE: antisocial people don't need $65 a month cell phone plans.)

*Make a decisive step forward in furthering my education

*Procure a somewhat fuel efficient vehicle and ponder deeply the fate of my beloved Truck of Doom

*Get the electric turned on at our old place, so that Boy (my older brother) might have a reason to fork over some rent.

*Put together a business plan for the She-Beast and I.

*Rule the world. Preferably with a spork and iPod.

Will all this give Ambition the kick in the ass it needs? Probably not. But at least I tried.

It Came From Within The Washing Machine

A recent conversation with my father, The Beast:

Beast: "So.......I kind of broke the washing machine.

Me: "Oh dear, you didn't attack it with the screwdriver again did you?

Beast: *nod*

Well done Beast.

Well done.

Because I'm Cooler Than Donnie

Had a weird dream yesterday.

Let me preface the sordid details by saying that none of this is meant to be emo or suicidal. I'm dark and melancholy...not an idiot. :)

Someone cue the "Mad World" song from Donnie Darko, because in my dream...I died. Not sure how or why (either that, or I just don't remember) but one moment I was alive, and the next....I was nothing more than a ghost standing over a vacant shell.

Suddenly I was watching the world go on without me, as though I'd never even been there to begin with, and all the things I'd ever wanted to do became meaningless.

Happy dream, huh?

Maybe my brain is telling me that this stagnant life I'm leading is killing all my future ambitions.

That, or I've become precognitive.

............Let's hope not.

Whiner's Anonymous?

I am a dumbass.

Was that stating the obvious? *smirk*

Nary a month ago on some sort of foolhardy whim, I signed up for an overtime day. An overtime day that falls on this week....a week, that, I confess, needs to be as short as possible.

Why?

Because my patience with the "real world" (hell below, I sound mentally ill...) as it were, is short, and I've this nagging desire to escape. Outdoors. In front of a screen. Anywhere that isn't the mundane drudgery of manufacturing.

You know someday I'll get that degree in computers.

Someday.

Spiral Or Not, It's Still Downward...

I hate it here.

I’m trapped, and somehow I don’t think I’m ever going get out.

Goddammit.

Flakes Aren't Just For Cereal

You know, it’s kinda funny...I woke up to find that the power was out late this morning. I was sure the electric company had finally decided to cut the metaphorical cord, just as I was starting to whittle that $3,000 bill down.

Not even my bloody bill, but it’s too early in the afternoon for THAT rant.

Anyway, turns out it was a widespread thing, and now my dungeon is aglow once again with tech glory.

I guess even the downward spiral has a twisted sense of humor.

Employed Doom

So, I just got home from my last shift at Best Buy, and I'm finding that the sense of immense relief I've had all week is quickly evaporating into utter dismay.

Ironic, that for all my years of bitching about the place, I still want to work there.

Also ironic that I could now finally snag one of those coveted "full time" spots I begged and pined for.

Damn the factory for paying me more.

Damn Best Buy for being way more interesting.

*sigh*

I feel like shit.

Ye yaw.

Impending Doom and Pocket Protectors

After putting my sixty-five hours in at work this week, all I wanted to do was settle down with my PS3, and waste my day in front of the LCD of Doom.

But the area has been temporarily hijacked by a She-Beast that has a TV of own to watch.

Is this what they call cruel and unusual punishment??

.................

And because honestly, despite the major political race, a war, and oodles of environmental issues to be concerned with, TV is all that really matters. Thusly, everyone and their brother should be watching Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles tonight. At 8 p.m. On Fox.

Do it.

Heh.

Just so this blog is a little more relevant (you know, instead of me just prattling on like an adolescent teen with a pocket protector and a counterfeit Macboook), I'm taking a chance, and voting Democratic this time around. We'll see if the world ends.

Fading....into darkness?

I'm kind of at this crazy level of Internet overload these days. Which, truth be told, is a little odd since I'm unable to keep those bygone 24/7 hours of lurkage that I used to.

The key, fellow junkies?

Unless you're strictly an Internet gaming junkie (there is no hope for you, foolish WoWer), you can get all your information in quick, informative bursts. No ongoing drivel, and the like. Such is the new reality brought forth by the likes of podcasting, twitters, RSS feeds.

They're like a Starbucks expresso. Only better.

.......and probably cheaper too. Heh.

This rather random plug for the Internet in general can be blamed on listening to way too many tech podcasts over the last couple of days, leading me to ponder life, blogging, and the never ending downward spiral.

I could probably prattle on for hours, but I suppose I've already doomed us all with another overtired blog post. I'm almost tempted to apologize for this sorry waste of space.

Almost.