Future Forecast: Butch's love thang in a Yukon Prison
Just thought I'd ask...
How many of you are looking forward to A Muppet Family Christmas obsessively?? Because I am. Obsessively. (BTW; you guys should also check out the media clips about the Storyteller, or Fraggle Rock -- I had no idea, for instance, that The Storyteller was so incredibly disturbing. Gen was absolutely right.) Oh!!!! (Followed by much hand flapping and strange, excited facial expressions) I found 'The Christmas Toy'... a show that me and Brad and my mom can distinctly remember watching (which is surprising as I was three years old when it aired) about Christmas toys coming alive. Its actually been a giant mystery in my family since after 1986 -- we all remember it being cute and interesting.
Not scary, as the clip shows..
Wednesday, November 28, 200106:36 p.m.
listening to; Shout / Tears for Fears
reading; Homebody : A Novel / Orson Scott Card
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An entirely new layout planned..
Except my computer is an obstinate, evil piece of machinery that seems to have run out of space. I think that may be because of my adobe photoshop scratch disks-- or at least thats what that infernal mechanical devil keeps telling me. Blah. Its making really weird sounds too.
ME: Brad, do you know what that sound is coming from my computer?
BRAD: {slowly backing up} Maybe you should turn it off for awhile. You know. Before it explodes.
Hurrah.
So anyway, I'm on Brad's computer, and I'll be putting my new layout up this weekend if possible. My Nanny's Birthday is on Saturday -- so hooray for anti-depressants. I'll post again soon -- or not, I have entirely way too much homework. Art files and Hamlet questions.
Again, blah. I miss my computer, as sick as I was of it before. Blah, blah, blah.
Wednesday, November 28, 200106:17 p.m.
listening to; Shout / Tears for Fears
reading; Homebody : A Novel / Orson Scott Card
Actually, its kind of out of sheer boredom that I take back the .. erm, keyboard and add an entry.
Its snowing like mad out here -- or, no wait. Sorry. Its just mine and the weatherman's delusions of winter wonderland grandeur. For all of today, and yesterday there have been promises of much snow. Of not just much snow, but snowstorms in fact.
And yet, those bastards fail to deliver. (Those bastards being the WeatherPeople, an elite group of weather-making, uhm, people who's life's mission revolves around crushing the hopes of snow-loving children everywhere.) Don't get me wrong: there is snow. Just not the catastrophic raging storm I was hoping for.
Of course, I'm saying this and I do have to do a driver's test within the next few days. So hurrah for me and my no snow driving experience.
But I've been doing my selfish, selfish, Christmas shopping. The shopping in which I pick out things solely for myself in a flurry of wanting and horrible, lovely SELFISHNESS.
And, also, while I'm doing that, I'm listening to Brad's new favourite song. The words of which consist of whistle blows and "Blow my whistle, bitch!" Nice.
For this he bought a $1200 stereo.
So.. I'm going to continue shopping and my somewhat inconsistent posting -- also; to Aidan -- I'll answer your email.. promisepromisepromise -- and I'll seriously consider past layout designs.. heh..., but on the most part, I think I'm going to dump this entire layout and restart with something a little more festive.
I hope you all know what that means.
ELVES.
FROM SPACE.
Tuesday, November 27, 200111:17 p.m.
listening to; Shout / Tears for Fears
reading; Homebody : A Novel / Orson Scott Card
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hiatus??
I think I need a break.. I'm like a bad eighties song. Can't sleep...feeling blah...don't want to do anything... growing out a sculpted, gelled mullet.
Or, not really.
But I'm going to take a *wee* little break. Because I need to. Before I go all crazy nuts. That could lead to some really horrible consequences. My friends and family could awake Christmas morning to find I've given them The Kathie Lee Christmas Album. You know. The one where she sounds like a perkier version of a bad singer on Showtime at the Apollo.
Giving it all, while meanwhile inwardly thinking: "I wonder if I could go heavy metal like Pat Boone? Maybe that would get Regis to return my calls." (This would be followed of course, by thoughts pertaining to Cody and the secret video cameras she may or may not keep in his bedroom to record all those precious stories she never gets to see firsthand.)
Hah. Not bloody likely, Kathie Lee. *nods*. Right, so y'see? Already with the insanity.
Meaning: I need a break.
I'm not sure how long it will be, I just know that my computer is not being as fun as it used to be. But rather then staring at it uselessly, willing it to show me something cool, or start helping me solve mysteries, I've decided to take a small break and see how things go from there.
So that means, I could be posting again by tonight. Heh. Addict, thy name is =insert handle here=. At any rate, I just wanted to warn you guys, in case I don't post for awhile -- hopefully when I get back I'll have some fresh ideas. Or at least a better grasp on reality.
If you'd like to email me, you can do so here. All cards, presents and well wishes accepted throughout Internet Crisis 2001. Especially presents. Heh.
And remember: this isn't goodbye. Instead, you should be saying, "See you soon, Sarah! Here's to hoping your hiatus stops you from obsessively compulsively checking if the oven is on. And from eating your hair."
Bye, guys.
Monday, November 26, 200107:35 p.m.
listening to; Shout / Tears for Fears
reading; Homebody : A Novel / Orson Scott Card
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achoo.
Popsicle. I am frozen human popsicle. I am Popsicle Pete in female form. But without the ability to dole out delicious popsicles. Because my mom got a hold of them and insisted on freezing them for the next twenty or so years.
In anticipation of my future children wanting popsicles on a hot afternoon in 2018.
Its been raining all day -- pouring mostly non-stop. Around 7:00 p.m., I got this insane urge to take pictures outside; in the cold, rainy dark. After tearing the house apart looking for film, I took a flashlight and aimed it at random things. A red rake, some worms (I could barely get close enough to take it. I don't know if you guys realized it; but worms are the disgusting spawns of satan. That smell bad. And scare me.), falling rain... then Alicia came over and we walked to my school and took pictures around there, all the while hoping not to set off any alarms.. it was really fun.
But now I'm incredibly, freezing cold. We came back, had hot chocolate and watched the Labyrinth. I'm not as pissed off as last night, so hurrah for me and the object of my wrath. Hah. I'm about ready to curl up with a giant blanket, more hot chocolate and about a pound lovely, lovely warmth.
Aaaaaand, checking the freezer, there are popsicles.
And the freezer has taken them over.
Beware.
Sunday, November 25, 200101:56 a.m.
listening to; Shout / Tears for Fears
reading; Homebody : A Novel / Orson Scott Card
Blah. Tonight sucked -- without going into much detail. I'd really rather not discuss it, but rest assured: It sucked.
I think I need to engage in some art.. or something that involves creating. Just to get rid of this animalistic seething.
I'm seriously re-evaluating the things I lend my time to: if their worth it, or if I'm just wasting my time. I guess thats kind of vague. If you really want to know, think back to that time in elementary school when you got really, really mad at Patti uhm, McJuxtapose (my english notes are in front of me. Meh.) and just exactly how you wanted to punch her in the face. Yes. Think of that. Thats how I feel, and things suck, and people in general suck -- except for a small select group of people, who uhm, don't suck.
I'm sorry. I'm not making sense.
Lets just say... Patti McJuxtapose SUCKS right now. Yes. That'll do.
Saturday, November 24, 200101:47 a.m.
listening to; Shout / Tears for Fears
reading; Homebody : A Novel / Orson Scott Card
