I thought of this list while I was at dad's doing laundry (again) because Kiera felt the need to pee on my bed (after I just got done washing those sheets and bed spread last night, so now the bedroom is Kitteh Free Zone for an indefinite time frame). I was watching on the Travel Channel a show called Ghost Adventures and it, of course, got me all creeped out. And got me thinking about the entity in dad's basement. Anyway, here's my list of weird things I do. Why I'm sharing, I dunno. Hopefully if you see me doing any one of these things, you'll remember this list and not think I'm too weird.
- Count to 3 (let 3 steps pass) when I'm getting on a down escalator
- Cross myself when I go down into dad's basement when I'm home by myself (because of the entity)
- Insist on collecting all available color options of a lacey cami offered at Lane Bryant [this only shows 3 colors: Golden Palm, Peacoat Blue, Black but I also have it in: cream, lime green, lavender, royal purple, magenta, wine/burgundy, pale blue... I think that's all of them]
- If I'm eating an onion ring (which is seldom) and the onion comes out of the batter part than just the bite-sized piece, I have to pull the whole thing out and just eat the breading
- I pick out the white crunchy boney parts of lettuce in a sammich/burrito/salad
- I walk up/down the basement stairs with my back to the wall (see #2)
I thought I had one or two more, but I guess they slipped away when I was driving home tonight. Oh well.
Does anyone know where I can get a statue of St. Francis de Sales? I need one for my office.
- Location:melting into a sticky puddle of vicious goo
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quixotic - Music:Adele - Chasing Pavements
Taser-hit man burst into flames
 Taser guns discharge 50,000 volts |
A man in Western Australia was engulfed in flames when police officers fired a Taser stun gun at him.
Police say they used the Taser on Ronald Mitchell, 36, when he ran at them carrying a container of petrol and a cigarette lighter.
Full article here: Taser-hit man bursts into flames via the BBC News/Asia-Pacific.
A man in Westeran Australia burst into flames when he was struck with a taser. Sadly, he wasn't an unfortunate victim of spontaneous human combustion (because that would have been so much cooler!) but he had been sniffing gas and had gotten some on his face and then he got tased by police because he's an idiot and charged at them.
When will people learn? Sniffing gas never ends well!!
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amused
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Your Writer's Block answer warranted this as a side-comment. HA!
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meowvatar over at Facebook. So I'm writing it here. ( Questions that must be answered! )
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creative
- Sleeping.
- Working on Magic & Destiny.
- Reading World War Z.
- Searching more dillegently for my digi camera picture transfer USB cord.
- Dishes.
- Knitting.
- Organizing something to start packing.
- Packing up more books.
- Getting new water for my fish (since I am slowly suffocating them w/bad water).
- Writing on a short story of some kind.
- Lurking around Farm Town on Facebook.
- Brushing Kiera.
- Playing Plants vs. Zombies.
- Cleaning off the folding table in the living room.
- Write out the awesome plot ideas I had for Magic & Mercy.
- Did I already mention sleep?
Yeah. Just kinda doing a whole lot of nothing right now. I really wanted to upload a picture of me being an uber dork for a new Facebook profile pic... but I can't find my USB tranfer cord thing. Grrrrr. I know where it should be... but I can't find it. My living room is a mess! Argh! The OCD in me is shutting down parts of my brain as we speak. I just can't function like this! Grrrrrrrr. Oh well. It's not like the picture's really going anywhere... hopefully I don't accidentally delete it before I find the cord. Okay... I'm off to go find something better to do now.
- Location:trying to count those damn sheep
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listless
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hungry
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horny
Then she started crying. Crying. A 45+ year old woman started to cry because she couldn't return her book. I felt bad, actually I felt more pity for her than anything on my end (I'm doing my job!) and I told her I was sorry for the inconvienence. Then she jerks her head up and snaps: "Well, you should be." o.O Oh, honey, that's not going to get you your way with me. Really had to bite my tongue to stop from saying, "Well, if you knew it was a gift, you should have gotten a gift receipt with the book. Those last up to 60 days." But thankfully I didn't say it. She makes a big show of trying to calm down and "apologizes" for getting all teary, but the whole time she was shooting me daggers from the corner of her eyes; I guess hoping I'd change my mind and do the return. Nope. Sorry. We had that grace period in September after we changed the policy. It's damn near May. And I don't care if you only shop B&N once a year, policy is policy. Other stores have their policies for returns and other things, so what makes us supposed to bend to your whim? Almost every store doesn't do returns w/o a receipt (well, any store that's not Target with their in-store-computer-credit-card-storage system *cough*security risk*cough*) . So she stormed off in a huff. And I guess she also caught the attention of another employee and ranted to her some more. That employee even offered to do an exchange (no, dammit! remember the freaking policy!) but the woman was so pissed she snapped: "No, I'm never shopping here again!" and stormed off.
Oh well. If you can't read the back of the receipt or accept a store's policy, and get pissy because we didn't bend over and let you have your way with us, maybe you need to remember that you're 45-some-odd-year old and that the world doesn't revolve around you.
In other news, I broke another coworker's brain today. Which I do very well, really. I smacked the top of my hand on the corner of a book a few days ago, and it actually broke skin! But my skin is so paper-thin right now (thank you, eczema and winter) that if you look at it wrong, I crack and bleed. Well, I was joking around with the new store manager about getting worker's comp for the "injury" I got at work, and then it devolved into what if it turns into gangrene and my hand falls off. Then my adled brain went on a tangent. Another coworker, Mary, walked by putting books on a table and I went over to her and the following happened:
Me: So I have a question.
Mary: Yes?
Me: Is gangrene actually green?
Mary: *pause* Um... not really...
Me: I was wondering that, since it's called gangrene, I was wondering if in any point of the disease it actually turns the color green. Because I know it turns skin black. But that's not green.
Mary: *longer pause* Well, I suppose so. There is a greenish color to it.
Me: *takes a moment to ponder* Huh. So sometime during the course of the disease, there is a green color in there. Like a bruise-ish green color?
Mary: *stares at me with a hint of fear in the corner of her eyes* Yes, there is some greenish color in there.
Me: Oh good. I'm glad that there is some green in there...
Mary: Yeah... *starts to walk away*
Me: ... wouldn't want it to be a misnomer.
Mary: *stops walking and tilts head towards me* *can see brain slowly grind to halt*
Me: *laughing* I actually broke your brain with that one, huh!
Yeah... my mind is broken.
- Location:not where you expect me, but never where I'm wanted
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sleepy - Music:KDWB Party Zone
So while waiting for James to get done with his oil change, I'm here at my dad's putzing on my computer. I thought I'd go through some of the Favorites/Bookmarks and see what I have on this old thing since I haven't really used it in 2 years.
Well... I found this:
Whose Line is it Anyway? Best Hoedown EVAR.
Now I'm going to maybe try and read Rogue Angel: Swordsman's Legacy but I don't think that will go too well because I'm exhausted from getting no sleep last night, and I'm starving... and I have no food at my dad's... maybe I'll order pizza...
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tired
Squeefully ganked from
meowvatar- Mood:
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*ahem*
/waits for speaker feedback to die down
draygnfaerie's profound thought of the day:"Ooo! I can make grilled cheese!"
Thank you for your time.
/takes leave of the podium
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:House season 2 disc 1
And since somehow I can't find a way to actually put a video player in this post, I have to settle for a link. Susan Boyle proves you wrong! And I love Simon's face of... "Oh shit, she can sing!" And the woman judge is damn near tears.
And I love, love LOVE that the judges have to eat their words (well, thoughts actually) of doubt and judgement at the end of the song. As does the whole audience (who is on their feet the whole time she sings!) HA HA! Fat girls unite!!
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impressed
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sad
I'm bored.
Really. Bored.
I want to do something... but my jaw is locking down for the night. Bah.
*fumes and hums the bored song*
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sick
| You Are a Chocolate Cupcake |
 You are drawn to people who adore you. You love it when your specialness is recognized. You are like a cupcake because it's hard for people to get enough of you. You have a mysterious charm that makes you incredibly addicting. People are drawn to your drama. |
Ganked from
meowvatar... does it fit me? - Mood:
eh - Music:Kelly Clarkson - My Life Would Suck Without You
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I love the "Austrailians" part... that made me laugh outloud like a loon... and scare my cat!
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giggly
I just got this one today...
I'm still waiting for...
I already have the The Story of Christmas. Love this stuff. I wish there was more books of the other comic series. Hopefully if more people buy the books, the creator will have more money to make more books. I want a whole Brick Testament library.
Okay... eyes are blurring, hard to read... must go to bed....
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zombified
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meowvatarWriting: I've been writing since I was in 6th grade, when my friend Shannon and I co-wrote stories that were based on the idea of the X-Men. It was 1003 hand-written pages. We still have it in spiral bound notebooks somewhere. I wrote a lot of short stories in high school, and some in college, but lost a lot of time and creativity in college when I was doing all that studying and learning. But in high school I wrote my first full length novel and got it self-published through lulu.com called Through the Woods. Now I'm working on a paranormal series called Relic Chosen and have signed my first book contract with North Star Press. w00t! I guess writing was a natural thing for me to pick up on since I've always had a vivid imagination that it's a perfect place for me to redirect my wandering mind. My mom always supported my writing since I was using my brain and doing something creative, instead of watching TV or playing video games.
Books: I love books. It sort of fits in with the first one about writing, with my whole overactive imagination and writing. I like creating new worlds and characters, so thusly I would love to read about them and get lost in a whole new world and experience. There's really nothing better than the rush of reading a really good book and being pulled into a great story and feeling for the characters, rooting for them, and hoping that everything turns out all right in the end. I'm kinda a sucker when it comes to endings, I like mine kinda predictable and happy: the guy gets the girl, they all live happily ever after, the end. Hehehe. I love books so much, I'm working at Barnes & Noble and have been for almost 3.5 years now. And frankly, I don't see myself stopping that anytime soon. ^_^
Zombies: What can I say about zombies that I haven't said before? I f-ing love zombies. I don't know why, really, or how my new obsession/love for zombies came into existence, but it happened about 2 years ago. I've always been prone to horror and creepy stuff (monster/horror movies, paranormal stuff, ghosts, slasher flicks), but I kind of kept that to myself since a lot of my friends/family don't like horror and scary movies. But I think being around my friends at B&N have really helped me open up my "secret likes" and "guilty pleasures" since they liked the same things (or almost the same things) as I do. And/or they helped open my horizons to awesomenesses like zombies, Cthulhu (which will be discussed next), and other creepy/off-beat things. Zombies are just awesome. But for me, can be panic-enducing as well. I love watching zombie movies or reading zombie books, but then my overactive imagination runs away with me and teams up with my anxiety and cause me to have baby panic attacks. I keep those at bay by watching cute Disney cartoons after a zombie fest, to help bring myself down. Because honestly, at times, I think zombies do exist.
Cthulhu: This is a funny one. It all started 4 years ago when I was dating Joe. He liked H.P. Lovecraft, and when I started working at B&N while we were dating, he asked me to find some Lovecraft books he didn't have. Well, I think he already had every one out at that time. But I digress. Fast forward 2.5 years to when we are no longer dating and all thoughts of H.P. Lovecraft have faded from my mind. Then Elyssa, Alex, and Mike all start bringing up random things about Lovecraft. Have I read his books? Well, I really should, and start with this one because it's his best stuff, and it has the first Cthulhu story in it. Huh, Cthulhu you say? I remember a Munchins game with that slant to it when I was last in St. Louis. Connection? Long story short, I figured out there was a connection, and I finally succumbed to a 3 year cosmic intervention to get me to ready Lovecraft. Now that I have read 1.5 of his anthology collections, I love his writings. They are very creepy and so horrifying that I would suffer the eternal darkness of the most soul crushing and heart rendering madness ever known to man, in this universe or the next, for the horrors and sights I have seen I do not believe my mind nor spirit could bear to repeat. Hehee. If you've ever read Lovecraft... you'll get that. ;) And Cthulhu is just fun because for a) it's a fun ass name to say, and for 2nd: he's the universe's biggest baddie. Just the biggest mofo that ever was. He's a Great Old One, ageless and timeless, being hundreds of millions of years old before the beginning of time--or something like that. Hehe. I've had a little Cthulhu obsession since I started reading Lovecraft's stories because they are basically the grand daddies of the modern horror story. And I'm going to name my next cat Cthulhu (Cathulu?)
Humor: Is basically how I live my life. It has been the best thing that's ever happened to me, and also the worst (at least to some people *cough*carl*cough*). I make people smile and laugh, brighten their days---even when I don't mean to, because I'm just being myself. I have a dry sense of humor, which was noticed at a young age by my mom. She thought it was hilarious. But at other times I can be a little wacky and out-in-left-field, and that tends to confuse people. Oh well. I enjoy making others laugh, making myself laugh, and not really taking life too seriously. My motto that I now live my life came to me accidentally a few years ago when I was digging around in the Bible for something about sacred rasin cakes (Hosea 3:1 The LORD said to me, "Go, show your love to your wife again, though she is loved by another and is an adulteress. Love her as the LORD loves the Israelites, though they turn to other gods and love the sacred raisin cakes.") when somehow I ended up thumbing through more pages and found myself in Hebrews. I found Hebrews 13:2 which reads: Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it. To me it means, be kind to all, because you don't know who they might be, or what they might be going through. Give someone something to laugh about, to smile about, because maybe they are having a bad day. Be kind and groovy to all, because (to kinda through in some of my quasi-Buddhist inclinations) karma comes back around. You do something groovy for some one today, later, you'll get something groovy. And I also take the "entertain" part to a little more of the comic/make 'em laugh side of the spectrum than what Paul had intended, but I think he wouldn't mind.
- Location:living room
- Music:Robot Chicken S2 D2
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wtf?
Taking place on a remote sheep farm (or station as they call it), a reluctant younger brother (Henry) comes back to his family homestead after years of being in therapy over his phobia of sheep. His older brother, Angus, had killed his pet sheep when he was ten, gutted it, skinned it, and tormented him by wearing the skin of his beloved pet sheep, which spawned the phobia of sheep. Unknown to Henry, Angus had been working on a new breed of sheep to make money and "pioneer a new era of farmers". But secretly, he has some sick sheep fetish going on, so this is just some weird genetic way of being closer to sheep... he's just creepy. A pair of hippie PETA-esque people (Experience and Grant) break into the lab and steal a mutated sheep embryo, which then escapes, bites one of the hippies, and then goes off to infect the nearby herd. Then all hell breaks loose as the sheep, crazed from the taste of human blood and the mutagen take over the farm; and Henry and Experience have to stop the crazy sheep as well as the weresheep that came from the sheep biting people. The weresheep were fantastic, because really, of all the animals that became were-anythings (werewolves, weretigers, werecats, etc.) I think sheep have been pretty overlooked. You would never suspect them since they are so docile and cute.
Overall, this movie was just a fun campy-funny-horror ride. I mean, come on. Weresheep? How amazing is that? Hehee. The best part was the scene where the sheep snaps off the one guy's wang. That was brilliant. Hehee. So on my scale of 1 (only viable option is hari kari) to 10 (cinematic orgasmic bliss) I'll give this a nice solid 6. Good fun, good laughs, nice blood and gore and a neat original idea for a movie (for once, since Hollywood has been running out of those over the last 5 or so years). I'd rent this one, put it in your Netflix queue, and enjoy a fun Kiwi indie gem.
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