Heh. How fitting. ^^ …..ne, I can’t help but wish they hadn’t used one of those ball-hoops for the image, tho. I hate those things. >.<
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Um. Got this from Des awhile back via email. Decided to answer it here, cause um. I seem to be having an erection for surveys lately…. 1. If you could build your house anywhere, where would it be? 2. What’s your favorite article of clothing? 3. What’s your favorite physical feature of the opposite sex? 4. What’s the last CD that you bought? 5. Where’s your favorite place to be? 6. Where’s your least favorite place to be? 7. What’s your favorite place to be massaged? 8. What’s most important, strong in mind or strong in body? 9. What time do you wake in the morning? 10. What’s your favorite TV show? 11. What’s your favorite kitchen appliance? 12. What’s your favorite childhood memory? 13. What makes you laugh? 14. What makes you really angry? 15. If you could play any instrument what would it be? 16 Favorite restaurant / cafe / eatery? 17. Scariest moment of your life? 18. If there was a movie made about you, what current / former Hollywood star would play you? 19. Do you believe in afterlife? 20. Favorite children’s book? 21.What is your favorite season? 22. What is your least favorite household chore? 23. If you could have one super power, what would it be? 24. If you have a tattoo, what is it? 25. Who was your first real love? 26. What song do you wish you had written? 27. Do you prefer cats or dogs? 28. What’s in the trunk of your car? 29. From the people you e-mail this to who is most likely to respond? 30. What is your favorite day? 31. Using only one word, describe yourself: 32. Say one nice thing about the person who sent this to you.
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How Jedi am I? Not very, apparently. *lol* Megs would be so proud of me…. Ne, How Jedi are You, tho? 
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There’s something really funny about a punk cover of a Destiny’s Child song. ^^; So, um. The parentals are going on this tour of National Parks in September. Which is pretty schweet, because it means I get the house to myself for two weeks, and I can crank the AC as high as I want. I’m kind of unnerved, tho, because it will be catless. Its stupid, really, but all I keep thinking is how for the last couple years, whenever they went on vacation, Nikita would follow me everywhere. It didn’t matter what I was doing, or what bizarre hours I was keeping, if I was up and left the door open, she’d be in the room with me, rubbing against me for a few minutes, and then curling up on a nearby chair and dozing. She never really liked petting or attention much, but she adored having company. You were never completely alone when Nik was there, y’know? I….fuck, I miss the fuzzball…. sounds like further: seems forever, “bye bye bye”
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Fun, and um. Stuff. So, The Truth About Cats and Dogs was on Cinemax, and I watched it, because yes, I was horrifically bored, and I have a mild fascination with Cyrano-type stories, anyway. And I was reminded why, after an initial viewing back in the day, I never ever watched it again. Not cause its tired and trite, although, yes, it probably is. The casting just irritates me. I mean, I like the guy. He’s got nice eyes and an accent, so he’s earned my approval. I like Janeane Garafalo, even if I can’t spell her name to save my life. And generally, I like Uma Thurman, as well. She was, after all, on my Wife List (long story) and she has the same mouth/chin area as my best friend, so goodness there. But Uma looks horrible in this movie. They keep going on and on about how fucking beautiful she is, and she looks like she hasn’t slept in a year and has been living on Pez that entire time, and her hair is thin and limp, and….bleh. Janeane meanwhile, spends the entire movie looking fucking adorable, and they act like she’s the female equivalent of Carson and Carrottop melted together….just with a personality. Its painful to me, and makes me want to bitch slap every casting agent who ever existed. Well. Maybe not every casting agent. Whoever cast QaF will be getting a cookie instead…..
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Wow…that was a bitch and a half, wasn’t it? Eh. That’s what blogs are for, tho. Blathering endlessly about whatever’s going on in our lives, and yes my life is particularly small, bite me. Sides, it makes me feel better. Usually. And you have to love anything that can bring you down from extreme irritation to mild exasperation in about four paragraphs. …….then again, that change could just be because I have the attention span of a gnat. ¬_¬
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The computer gods hate me. And I motherfucking DESPISE them, so I guess we’re set. Ok. So. The tower for the old Gateway. The one that died. The one that we then had spiffed up and made into an uber-shib? Doesn’t recognize its own zip drive. >.< Now, ok, my own beloved crapmaster won't either from time to time, but as the Shite Lord's zip drive is external, and both are older than balls, I let it go, and simply restart until it does. The renovated one is fairly young, it really shouldn't have imploded in the first place, in my opinion, but as I know fuck all about computers, I'm willing to let that go, as well. (Contrary to my father's opinion, being able to work the mouse and edit pictures does not a techno-goddess make.) However. RoboCompie’s zip drive is, and always has been, internal. Its a beautiful, lovely thing, and making computers without them is a stupid, shit thing to do, because not everyone upgrades every two years, folks, they just DON’T. Why? Its called money. You need it to get a computer, you need it to upgrade a computer. You also need it to eat and keep a roof over your head, hence not always having the money for compie-related stuff in the first place. Also, I’m a huge believer in not fixing or upgrading anything until you absolutely have to. As long as it works and does what you need it to, its fucking well good enough. Now…to try and get myself back on track and away from the slow tightening in my neck…RoboCompie’s beautiful, friendly, dependable internal zip drive…is now about as useful as a anus on an owl. Oh, you can put the disk in, and take it out, and the little button lights up, and YAY! ………….until you realize that the drive is inaccessible. For some brainless reason — and if they guy who brought out the tower when we picked it up is the same guy who fixed RC up, I’m pointing out his lip piercing as proof of his insurmountable idiocy and psychosis — when they put in the new harddrive, and replaced the CD-ROM, it didn’t occur to them to connect the zip drive. Why, I cannot even hope to tell you. Its right there. Two inches (maybe) below the A drive, which, oh, hey, works. Personally, I’d rather have the zip, thank you. But no, you open the Windows Explorer, or open the My Computer icon, and there is no fucking way to access that little drive. Personally? I think Heather Chandler said it best when she said….”Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.”
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*blinks repeatedly* I won a Soultaker DVD….
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So, we picked up the restored harddrive yesterday. Had to go down to fucking Timmonium to get it, as the Gateway service center over in Harrisburg closed for some inexplicable reason. This is very cool, as it means I now have a CD-RW drive, and 40 gigs to call my very own. This is also complete ass as it means that I have to move all my files AGAIN (ugh…didn’t I just finish doing this?) and considering the sheer amount of media files I have, I don’t think everything will fit on the number of zip disks I have. Which means copying as much as possible, transferring all necessary hookups over to the new tower, dropping shit onto it, and then transferring all the cords back to get the rest of it. No, its not terribly hard, but it is one of the most tedious events ever. Bleh. My sleep schedule is on crack right now. I keep going to bed at like, 8 or 9pm and then waking up at two in the morning and I have no idea why. All I do know is that its got me feeling sleepy and kind of surreal. I also feel really intelligent, as I can’t remember whether I bought my domain and hostage for one year or two. As it reached the one year mark yesterday and bAoi still seems to be here…I’m gonna say two. Which means I’m really probably just being lulled into a false sense of security, but I’m really too tired to care just now.
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Via Evamaria’s World of Ego…. Current mood: Frustrated…cause I can’t create >.<
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