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Permalink Ok, so apparently Kenn has his own blog now. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with this information. I mean, I check the thing periodically, but its not like he gets much chance to write in it, so….
I’m actually not sure where that sentence was going. o.O;
But, like, am I supposed to add him to my links? Cause I don’t see that happening. Course, that could change, I guess. I’m not really sure what the criteria is for being one of The Beloveds….although currently, they are all females who I adore for one reason or another.
Who? Whom? Who. Whom. Eh, it doesn’t matter. Even if “whom” is the correct form, its pretentious and I always hated that word. Not because of its pretention, really. There are some pretentious words that I like. Its just that “whom” is not one of them. And I just completely lost the topic there, didn’t I?
sounds like the pixies, “wave of mutilation”
Permalink Blogger is scaring me at the mo.
But, um….I fixed the title, so yay, me.
I deeply desire a Coke…..
Permalink When good blogs go bad! On the next Geraldo!!
Ok, well, that probably showed my age more than even posting my birthdate does…..
Um. I was bored. And dQ has had Lucy’s lovely ass on it since April. So….this happened. I need to fix it the title image, tho, cause I don’t think I’m going to change the name, after all. Or not just yet, anyways.
So here’s to headcolds, depression, periods, missing your best friend like mad, and fearing the wrath of imbeciles all at the same time. For truly, the gods have one evil fucking sense of humor…..
sounds like david bowie, “china girl”
Permalink Explain something to me. Back in July, I had a copy of El Hazard – the Alternative World vol. 3 up for auction. On July 11th, someone used the “Buy It Now” option. As soon as I recieved notice of this, I sent an email containing the payment info. Two weeks later, having recieved neither payment nor a response, I sent a payment reminder thru eBay, once again containing the payment info. A couple weeks after that, I notified eBay that there was still no response, and no payment. Two more weeks, and I let them know that there was still nothing, and requested a refund for their sale comission be made to my account. Then, on August 29, I get an email from the person. They lost my address, and could I please send it again?
Now. Riddle me this….what kind of brain damage do these actions require??
Permalink My head feels weird.
I was playing Evil Dead: Hail to the King this morning, and I was getting my butt kicked in the back yard. I just couldn’t seem to use the chainsaw. Which is funny, because now I have an instruction booklet, and the last time I played it, I didn’t, and yet I worked the chainsaw like a pro. o.O;;
And what the hell was Aly Hannigan thinking when she did this to her head?? I mean, she’s still faring better than Sarah, who seems to have become anorexic in her pic, or Emma, poor dear, who appears half-man in hers. But if I was Joss, my first reaction upon seeing Aly’s new look, would’ve been to turn to whoever stood closest to me, and offer them a raise and a promotion if they would bitch-slap her for me.
Of course, this could just be a result of the current weirdness my head is engaged in. *stares at pic for a long time, then twitches* No, no, its not my head, its Aly.
Permalink Just a small example of why Destina Fortunato is a god:
“I heard you calling, standing between my death and the darkness beyond, and I chose to be yours.”
*bows deeply* Fortunato-sama, we are not worthy….
Permalink Oh, my god! I beat Legaia! You bastard!
Ehm…..riiiiiiiiight.
I’m curious, tho. Why is it, Legend of Legaia, which is a single-disc RPG, comes in an old-fashioned double-size case…..while Evil Dead: Hail to the King, a two-disc survival-horror game, comes in the slender space-saving double case? Or is this just going back to my “technology is Martian for evil incarnate” theory?
Permalink Been undergoing a slight revival of my old Xena passion. It started with me trying to improve on my Callisto doll, as the offical one was so foul that I opened the box purely for the joy of ripping off its head. This led to watching my old Xena tapes, and reading Xena fic — hi, I’m an Ares/Joxer slut, how are you? — and downloading some fanmade music videos (must…find….more!) and currently my compie is running a rather disturbing Callisto Desktop Theme.
There’s something oddly satisfying about hearing Hudson Leick call you a “good boy” when you empty the recycling bin. *g*
Anyway, the madness has now led me to this. The man is insane and wonderful and I would give my left kidney for a set of the Callisto knee bracers. He needs to do a different Gabrielle outfit, tho. Admittedly, she did wear the BGSB longer than her other costumes, but y’know…that doesn’t mean it was good idea. You know an outfit’s bad when they replace it with something done in shades of yellow, and all you can say is, “Thank god the shape-shifting bra is gone…wait, Gab’s soul went with it….shit.”
………..and is it me, or in A Necessary Evil, do Xena and Callie act more like bitter former lovers than arch nemeses? o.O;;;
Permalink I have a computer now. *blinks several times, then looks around, frowning* Does anyone else hear the theme song to The Outer Limits?
Eh. Anyway. My brother is moving next weekend, and decided now would be a good time to drive up and give me his old computer…complete with beat-up computer desk. Not that I have a problem with hand-me-downs. I’m the youngest of three kids, and my brother is eight years older than me, my sister five years older than him. I’m used to getting things that are, shall we say, battle-worn. I’ve gotten some pretty cool stuff over the years taking in cast-offs (my first Star Wars toy was my brother’s discarded Han Solo figure. To this day, they just look wrong to me without the nose smashed off).
But, um. Yeah. Mostly I’m just weirded out by the actual having of a computer. I’m also kind of frustrated by the fact that it has fits if I try to set it the resolution at 1024×768. It just supports my theory that technology is evil, and 800×600 is the devil’s bloody, crusted-over spunk.
On the upside? Renton is my start-up sound. ^^
Permalink So, I’m talking to Michael. And somehow him recommending Benadryl for my head pains (because I passed headache when I was twelve, and haven’t seen it since) sends me into this freak-out about meds. Which I haven’t taken for a very long time, because when I was fourteen and fifteen, I saw far too many doctors, and went to hospitals for far too many tests, and for about a year was never on less than three medications at once, and nothing helped very much, or for very long. This has left me with a phobia/hatred/distrust of anything to do with the medical profession. My chiropractor being the sole exception. Love that man.
So, I’m crying so hard I can’t make out the keys, and rambling to him about how everyone thinks I’m okay and functional because I hide. And I’m afraid to stop because it means they’ll see how violently not alright I am, and then I’ll be forced back into the world of tests and meds and seeing multiple doctors a week, and I don’t know if I can handle that, but I’m scared that I might have to, and how it all kind of loops back on itself into a flip that I can’t stop. And then this happens:
Andy says: we’ll just go by what the nice army psychiatrist told me. was the medication working?
Nabs says: no
Andy says: obviously not, so have you been hearing voices, did you speak back to the voices.
Nabs says: *lol* no
Andy says: have you killed anyone?
Nabs says: not yet
Andy says: then medication isn’t any good anyway
Why is it the recovering alcoholic, ex-cyber-boyfriend is the best person in my life right now?
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