The Bucket List

If you've seen the movie the Bucket List, you'll probably have thought about a few things you normally wouldn't.
For those of you that haven't seen it and don't know what it's about...
Jack Nicholas and Morgan Freeman play two terminally ill men, about to set out on one last joyride. They have a list of all the things they want to do before their inevitable death. From seeing the Great Pyramids of Egypt, to taking a spin on the race track, the impossible becomes reality.
Really a good movie. Horribly depressing in the beginning, more so, I'd think, for people who've known people in the hospital, but hysterical all the way through.
So, just because the movie really should make you think [if it doesn't, there's clearly something wrong with you] I've decided to create my own version.
No, not of the movie. Idiot. The list.
Yes. The list.
Shh. I know it's cheesy. Go away.
Regardless of how unimportant one thing may seem to one person, it can be the total opposite to someone else. My entire list may seem pitiful to you, and your's to me. But then, see, MY list isn't what YOU want to do before you die, eh?
Granted, I'll probably change my mind about some, or just change some, but for now, this is how it goes.

The Bucket List
1.) See Italy, Australia
2.) See as many of my favorite bands as possible in concert.
3.) Get my earrings, lip ring.
4.) See the Yankees play [Damn them for tearing down Yankee Stadium before I got the chance to see them there.]
5.) Learn drums, piano, guitar [1 or all]
6.) Tell everyone I know exactly how I feel about them.
7.) Drive the Porshe 911 Turbo. In canary yellow.
8.) Write my book[s]
9.) Make people think
10.) Meet as many of my friends as possible.

Small list. But making a longer one would make me a kind of busy little person.
Oh and just for the record, I'm not dying. Just getting a head start.

Merry Christmas to us, Merry Christmas to us...

So we knew everything we were getting, my whole family had a cold, we had my grandparents over for dinner, and that was more or less it. Was still fun though.
Now the list, because you know you want to know. Even though I'm sure most of you already do.

Books - Define "Normal" by Julie Anne Peters, So Yesterday by Scott Westerfeld, Ink Exchange by Melissa Marr
CDs - From Here To Infirmary by Alkaline Trio, Vheissu by Thrice, Nevermind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols by the Sex Pistols. Duh.
Notebook
Sketchbook
Undies
Clothes - Three pair of jeans, two flare one skinny; Green long-sleeved shirt; Maroon/blue/gray long-sleeved with "London" and various UK flags and other things; Black and white striped long-sleeved shirt, came with a detachable black vest; Other vest; Crazy awesome black dress; Gray long-sleeved shirt with random white doodles on the front, and a blue/purple/pink tie drawn on the front; Black long-sleeved shirt with white and yellow smiley faces
Purple 8 GB iPod Nano - working on downloading now...Whole process, which my sisters were getting ticked about yesterday. See what happens.
iPod shell [so it dosen't get brain damage when I drop it]
Happy Bunny calender [When life gives you lemons, squirt juice in your enemies eyes]
And I think that's about it...
Maybe be forgetting something.
Oh well.

Six DAYYYYYS and various depressing things.

WEEWEECHU A MERRY CHRISTMAS....
Yeah.

Six days till Christmas.
Excitement.
And if you're not excited.....I'm just going to assume you celebrate something other than Christmas, and you're excited for that.
SO.
Everyone knows about Christmas, and there's really not too much to explain there...
In which case, on to the depressing things.

First, the obvious one I'm sure everyone's heard of by now.
I'm not going to go and explain the entire Casey Anthony thing, unless you're confused about it. Assuming everyone DOES know what I'm talking about, it's safe to think that most of you have heard that the authorities are more or less sure they've found Caylee's body, less than a mile from her grandparent's house. [Granted they aren't specifically saying they believe it, but everyone does. Except maybe the slightly insane grandmother.]
Not fun, horribly sad, the entire ordeal. But it's about time the poor kid has some sort of proper funeral, and so that the rest of us can get on with our lives as well. Poor Caylee, poor Florida. Poor world, actually, the way this thing's on the news.
In my house, my dad insists that Casey deserves the electric chair. Which, granted, she does. But my mom and I think it would be worse for her if she had to stay in jail for the rest of her life. Death is nothing when you can't go out partying every night.
Sad sad sad. Poor kid.

And in other depressing news.
My mom's friend's mother died yesterday.
She was battling lymphoma. Which, coincidentally, is what my neighbor had before he died. Not a pleasant thing to go through. There's going to be a service for her at a Church on Saturday, so we'll be going to that.
And I'm thinking I may have to talk my parents into letting me have a few Christmas presents early, because if I don't I'm not sure I'll find anything in my closet that's anywhere near church-acceptable.
Typical .

Crazy Covers and Creativity Chaos

So I'm a little irritated.
Yeah yeah, it's music related. Duh.
You have the band Hollywood Undead, who're ridiculously huge now. Why? Because of the song they have blowing up on the radio stations.
Called Undead.
Yeah.
'Undead' by Hollywood Undead.
Reaaaallyy original, guys. Wicked awesome song though.
Then there's the band Another Black Day.
Who, coincidentally has a song called, uhm, Another Black Day.
WHERE IS THE CREATIVITY?

Anyway.
I'm also a little amazed at some covers.
Like 'Going Back to Cali' from LL Cool J. It was covered by Sevendust. Awesome cover.
And a slightly newer one; Lollipop from Lil' Wayne. [Yeah, I know. The song title is exactly what you're thinking it is. You perv.]
This one's covered by Framing Hanley. And personally I've come to be a little obsessed with this band recently.

So.
There it is.

And then there were three.

New blog
http://www.paintednailsandrainbowsocks.blogspot.com/
Yeah, I know the link's a mouthful [uh, handful?] Sorry. Blogger's a little picky in it's naming of things that already exist, and I hate using a different URL than the blog name. So maybe I'm the picky one.
In any case, if you haven't already heard, this one's simply creative writing. Whatever pops into my head, in that area. So beware for severely mediocre work there. Oh well. It's better than smashing things when I get upset, right?
If you can be bothered to check, I suggest checking the very first post first. After that, the posts are more or less in order by date, from the earliest, and it doesn't matter in which way you read them.
That's all.

And....cut.

So NaNoWriMo's over.
I only got up to about 13,000 words.
Oh well, next year.
In any case, the story is not stopping because November's over, so too bad.
There is something else coming up though.
In April, Script Frenzy starts. It's a challenge to write a script [or 100 pages] in thirty days. [This is where April comes in.]
The adult site is for ages 13 and up, the Youth Writer Program is for anyone 12 and under.
The link, for anyone interested, is here; http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/
I don't think I'll be doing this one, myself, but it depends what's happening in April. Shall have to wait and see.

Well then.

...

So I really don't have anything to say.

Yes, I know. I'm horrifically boring. Sorry.

Thinking, thinking....

Ah. I painted more things in my room. Like this;

Opinions?

UNLEASH.

Movies, politics and my own personal hell.

So, a couple things.


/We are going to have a new president.
Now whether you're a fan of Obama or not, I say he's going to be it, so you can either get used to it, whine, or explode in happiness. Your choice.

/Disturbia, officially a movie worth watching. Really good. Suspenseful, but not so overly disgusting that you feel like you're watching an unrated, oddly worse version of Saw. So that's good.
Also; Jumper. Beyond amazing, I've watched it twice. Ridiculously star-studded cast there. Hayden Christensen, Jamie Bell, Samuel L. Jackson, Diane Lane, AnnaSophia Robb, Max Theriot, even a small appearance from Twilight star Kristen Stewert. [Then again, Hayden Christensen, Jamie Bell - the sole reason I love King Kong - and Max Theriot? Ah yeah. I'll be watching it again, thank you.] Different, but not so different you wind up wondering what the hell is going on. Love it.
And on the downside: Oh my god who came up with the idea for the Scorpion King 2? Really? Just let it go guys, you had a great series going with the Mummy, no need to screw it up with 'Rise of a Warrior.' Terrible acting, horrendous writing. Honestly the only thing about the whole movie that made it even the least bit worth while was Simon Quarterman as Ari, the 'poet'. Seriously the only thing that was even halfway amusing. I'm just happy he didn't wind up dying, considering that seems to happen to all the fun people in movies.

/I've finally found a brilliant way for you all to tell me you hate me, when that time comes: Give me tickets to a golf tournament.
My dad likes golf - I do not. I, like my mother and sisters, decided to tough it out, muddle through it for daddy. And I almost regret it. It was ridiculously hot out for November, with very little shade. I for one, am not a big fan of the heat. For one, I find golf to be hours and hours of watching a bunch of dull people do the same thing, over and over and over again. You can only watch them swing a stick for so long before you feel yourself losing brain cells over the monotony.
Better yet; the sole reason I like golf courses is for taking pictures. Especially in Florida where you're filled with turtles, turkeys, those random little white egrets that are always everywhere. But alas, it is, in fact, against the rules to bring in cameras or cell phones to the Children's Miracle Network Classic, over at good old Disney World. Relax, people, I don't really care to take pictures of the golfers. I wanted to see the turkeys! Is that so wrong? Evidently it is.
Not to mention I have an extreme hate for being forced into being still and silent for any matter of times. Granted, that's usually how I am to begin with - I just don't like being made to be that way.
Thank you, and welcome to my own personal hell; Visors, lots of plaid and pastels, sweater vests and skorts, colored shirts, and of course, all of the people.
On the upside, I got a lime green Sharpie-mini for playing their torturous little putting game.

/So if you watch the news - and trust me, I know a lot of you don't - you'll know by now that President-Elect Barack Obama has chosen who is to be is Chief of Staff.
A man named Rahm Emanuel. The two have known each other for years, and from what I hear, I think he'll do the job well. [Research it and make your own mind up before you start complaining, please, otherwise I'll not be listening to your ramblings.] Especially when you've got a nickname like Rahmbo. He's supposedly the attack-dog type. The in-your-face, pointing a finger in the face of a yet-to-be-leader and simply growling 'don't fuck this up' type. So you can imagine why I'd like him.
My question; Has anyone noticed how ridiculously hot this guy is, or is that just me?
Hm.

Oh look, yet-to-be-named fairytales.

So, I know some of you may have read this already, and some have not. Some will like it, some will hate it, and some will say they like it to spare my feelings.
Please don't.
If you can be bothered, read it. No need to, just thought I'd post it.
Harsh criticism is welcomed.
Be Simon Cowell.
I'm currently working on Chapter 3, so I'm not too far into it. Just hoping it'll go somewhere further than what I have lined out. I'm taking my time on this one unlike the others, so hopefully it'll work out a little better.
Note: Please forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes. It's an extremely rough draft that has yet to be edited, so any misspelled words or lost commas are there for the count.
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Prologue
The wind whistling at her back, Bria turned around quickly. She was staring in the face of her worst enemy… “Well, this isn’t worth reading” I mumbled to myself. I was reading this new book, supposedly the ‘must read’ of the summer, as everyone in my school was talking about it. Figures that yet again I would be the only person in my high school who hated what the others obsessed over.
I had gotten about two chapters into the three hundred page book before deciding I shouldn’t waste my time. Why? Well, because I had more important things to do; I do have a life you know.
Personally, I’m one of those ‘don’t put off till tomorrow what you could get done today’ kind of person. That trait is, as I’m sure you could guess, a rather unusual one for the common teenager.
Then again, I’m not your average teenager.
So, anyway, back to what I was telling you before. This book I was reading, Bria’s Great Adventure (the title alone was so fake it could kill), was, to say the least, as boring as trying to have a conversation with a tissue. A used one, too, more likely then not.
This book, a simple compilation of pages with a few hundred-thousand strategically placed words could have been a literary masterpiece, somehow though, it wound up being a carbon copy of the vast majority of books out there, swirling in the vortex of the human mind.
With its pathetic dialogue, no real storyline, and the ever-popular cliches, I was almost asleep by the time I’d finished the first page. Once I got to this part, the ‘shocking’ chapter where ‘Bria faces her arch enemy’, I had to lay the book down, not being able to take it a moment longer.
I leaned back against the trunk of the apple tree I was sitting in, letting the book rest over a branch, its pages flapping lightly in the breeze.
After a few failed attempts to actually sleep in this very tree, I opened my eyes, straightening my back, and pulled a bright, ruby red apple from the branch above me.
Biting into it, after checking for worm holes and bruises and such, I munched away staring out at the sky. The clouds were looking an angry shade of gray, and I could feel the air start to dampen.
Finishing my apple, throwing the core into the orchard below for the animals to peck at, and grabbing my book, I hopped down from my tree.
I had walked a mere three yards away from the safe, high apple tree when I heard something rustling in the orchard.
Instead of glancing around to check for followers, I merely shifted my eyes to look around me and kept walking. Since I saw nothing, nor heard anything more, I decided it had been just an animal, a shiver in the breeze perhaps. Even though I knew better than to assume such things. Yet a different noise woke me from this blissful oblivion.
The sound of a gunshot, loud and fast, was ringing in my ears. As I stopped dead in my tracks, I listened carefully, hearing nothing but the wind for a moment. I actually began to think I had imagined it, but my mind floated back to that second. I decided that even though it could have been someone hunting, not a sport I admire by the way, I would check it out to make sure.
Before I had taken a step backwards I was thrown to the ground, my book laid open a few paces away.
I could not see the face of my attacker, as I had been hurled to the ground face down, and there happened to be a speck of dirt in my eye. How nice.
I realized the futility of trying to sit up after the first time I tried it, as I was pushed down yet again, a large brown boot across my back. The next time, however, I had a plan.
Again I tried to straighten myself, but when the boot came down, as I suspected it would, I grabbed the heel and pulled with all the strength I had.
Sure enough, this unknown bully fell to the ground beside me with a loud thump.
“Aha, I see you’ve been training, Valkyrie.”
I froze as I heard this person say my name. He knew me.
How though, I didn’t have a clue. I kept my name hidden well, only the few closest to me knew even the first syllable. By the speaker’s voice, I didn’t recognize him. Yet there was something familiar about it all the same.
I still had that dirt in my eye, so when I turned to look at the mysterious stranger I wound up blinking furiously and squinting, nothing fully coming into focus.
Once my eyesight came back to me, I to face the unfamiliar attacker, and when I did, I realized something.
I did know him.
“Adrian…” I whispered, shocked.
My mind was reeling at this point; I didn’t remember where I was for a moment. When everything came back, it was even worse.
He was here.
How he was here, however, was a different story entirely.
He should have been in prison or maybe a deep, dark ditch somewhere. For all he’d cost me in the last month alone, he could have been blasted into outer space for all I cared. But where was he instead?
He was in the one part of my life that I shouldn’t have to think about him. Or anything else that went along with the…other part of my life.
“Yes, yes it’s me. I realized this would be somewhat of a shock for you, though surely you understand that it is my job, and I haven’t any control over what I must do.” He said, a little too confidently for my taste.
Though, sadly for me, I knew just how little control he really had; especially if he got angry.
Oh well, time to put on the ‘Miss Bravery’ thing again; the smart mouthed, kick-butt attitude, and all that jazz.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Adrian. I’d hate for you to have to go back and choke out ‘I failed’ to your beloved master. He’s really more like a prison warden if you think about it.”
This displeased him.
“My master is a brilliant man. Far superior to your Dauntra. What sort of a name is that, might you tell me? I suppose it’s nothing to you, what with ‘Valkyrie’ and all, but I do say it’s quite strange and –“
He was cut off from his name-bashing when I kicked him, driving the steel toe of my boot straight into his knee. He howled in pain, stumbling back as I glared at him.
“Adrian, I don’t know why you waste your time with me. You know you’ll never win and you know you’d be better off frolicking in the countryside somewhere rather than trying to obey the man who’s tortured your entire life into being a meaningless speck on the universe. Why don’t you go back to Lane and find a daisy patch somewhere? It’ll be like this part of your life never happened. At least you have that option.”
His eyes blazed and I realized I’d said something to tick him off. But don’t I always?
“No one speaks of my master and no one speaks of Lane.”
“Oh, such witty comebacks. I’m shaking in my boots, really I am.”
He didn’t like that. He lunged at me, grabbing my hair and throwing me to the ground.
Of course, I deserved it. Since Lane was his crazed girlfriend, who was stuck in prison now, it wasn’t exactly the nicest thing I could have said. But I never said I was the nicest person on the planet, now did I? I’m barely a ‘person’ to begin with.
I sighed, picking myself off of the ground yet again, wiping the dirt off of my paper-white face, and realized that he wasn’t looking at me. Never turn your back on the enemy, I thought to myself, before punching him square in the jaw. He stumbled again, holding his face and glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and stepped slightly to the left when he lunged at me. And then I saw it.
A shiny, black revolver had slipped out of his back pocket and was just a foot from where he now lay. I chanced another glance at him, before swooping in, grabbing the gun and checking to make sure it was loaded before placing my boot on his back.
He turned his head ever-so-slightly to look me in the eye. I noticed him tense up, readying himself to make a move, and I tilted my head to one side and pointed it at his head. I raised one eyebrow, daring him to move. He turned his head, as if looking for an escape, but there was none. Before I could make another motion, he gave me a sly smile and vanished. My boot fell through the air where he had been with a thump.
Well, I thought. That’s new.

Ah, defeat.

So the Rays lost.
We had a 7-0 lead until the seventh inning, and we lost.
-Sigh-
Oh well.
On to Saturday. Would be nice to win at home, hmm?

Multi-Meg

So I'm really ticked that some of my pictures seem to have lost themselves...Not quite sure what that's about, but I'll get over it.

In any case, I was playing with my camera program the other day. Thought I'd post the result.

What the hay?

Just when you think that you're down and out...

I'm expecting none of you to read this because it's about baseball.
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Game 5 of the ALCS [American League Championship Series] starts at 8:07 tonight.
I am ready to fall out of my chair.
The Rays are currently winning the series 3 games to 1 over the Boston Red Sox. If the Rays can win tonight, they've got themselves a trip to the World Series. If not, however, they will have to come back to good old Tampa Bay and play Game 6. And possibly 7. Though we're really counting on them winning tonight so as to avoid all of that.
Personally I think it would really be quite nice to kick the snot out of Boston at their home field, and stain their clubhouse with champagne and Ray-excitement. Since we know St. Petersburg will be having enough parties of their own tonight, should they win.
So, in honor of their awesomeness, my dad is currently fixing my yorkie's mohawk, and I've been listening to Down and Out by Tantric over and over and over again.
The significance of the song, you ask?
Duh. Evan Longoria's batting song. And considering how much of a wrecking ball he's been in himself, what can it hurt?
Yes, it's the second song on my playlist. Go listen. Give some home team support, will you?
Now let's shoot over to the NLCS [National League Championship Series] for a sec.
PHILLIES WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN.
*Ahem*
They beat the Los Angeles Dodgers 4 games to 1. [Let me mention now that you play seven games. Whoever wins four first wins the series and goes to the World Series. If one team wins four before you get to the seventh game - or even the sixth or fifth - then you've no need to play the extras.]
Granted, I would have liked the Dodgers to win more than one game, what with former Yankees manager Joe Torre being their manager now and all...But it's all good. I wanted the Phillies in, anyway.
So if the Rays [er, WHEN the Rays] beat Boston, it'll be both our hometown teams in the World Series.
How cool is that?
...I know you're confused. Yes I'm from New Jersey, no Philadelphia, but my parents went to a bunch of their games, and it really was pretty close. Plus there isn't a New Jersey team. So there.
Dasuke Matsuzaka is pitching for the Red Sox tonight - we lost to him in Game 1 of the series - and it's Scott Kazmir for the Rays, in place of James Shields, who was slotted to start tonight, but instead would start Game 6 in Tampa, should it be needed. Hopefully not.
Hope Kaz got some rest yesterday. Maybe we can make it another home run derby like the last three games?

Ah, one more thing about the playlist...

Well I had to.
I already had all the songs on it - yes, all 75 - just to make sure I didn't put any on twice...
So I figured, what the hell. Let's post 'em.
Go through the list - if you can be bothered - and see if you can stand any. Then scroll down and listen to them. Or find one that sounds interesting and see if you like it.
Simple.
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Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche - Escape the Fate
Down and Out - Tantric
All Over You - LIVE
Crawling in the Dark - Hoobastank
Superman's Dead - Our Lady Peace
Who Knew - P!nk
Enter Sandman - Metallica
Warning - Green Day
He Wasn't - Avril Lavigne
Minority - Green Day
All For You - Sister Hazel
The Anthem - Good Charlotte
Fat Lip - Sum 41
Opheliac - Emilie Autumn
Hit the Floor - Bullet For My Valentine
All These Things I Hate - Bullet For My Valentine
Lobotomy For Dummies - Zebrahead
Fall Back Down - Rancid
Ruby Soho - Rancid
Jenny Don't Be Hasty - Paulo Nutini
Troublemaker - Weezer
Beverly Hills - Weezer
Broken - 12 Stones
Broken - Seether
Already Over - Red
Going Under - Evanescence
My Immortal - Evanescence
Automatic Flowers - Our Lady Peace
Shockwave - Black Tide
Be Your Own Pet - The Kelly Affair
Temporary Insanity - The Weekend
Mobscene - Marilyn Manson
Image of the Invisible - Thrice
Devastation and Reform - Relient K
Wings of a Butterfly - HIM
Drops of Jupiter - Train
Lazy Generation - The F-Ups
Liar - Taking Back Sunday
Breath [4 a.m.] - Anna Nalick
Scars - Papa Roach
She Says - Unwritten Law
Riot - Sugarcult
This Is For Real - Motion City Soundtrack
We Sleep Forever - Aiden
Fake Tales of San Francisco - The Arctic Monkeys
Smooth Criminal - Alien Ant Farm
A Little's Enough - Angels & Airwaves
Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace
The Freshman - The Verve Pipe
I Won't Back Down - Tom Petty
What's My Age Again? - Blink-182
American Pie - Don McLean
Predictable - Good Charlotte
When It All Falls Apart - The Veronicas
4Ever - The Veronicas
Monkey Wrench - Foo Fighters
Headstrong - Trapt
Cold Hard Bitch - Jet
One Thing - Finger Eleven
Not Ready To Die - Demon Hunter
Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit
Wake Up - Three Days Grace
Before I Forget - Slipknot
Bodies - Drowning Pool
Here I Stand - Madina Lake
The Good Left Undone - Rise Against
When Did Your Heart Go Missing - Rooney
Lithium - Nirvana
You Be The Hero - Joan Red
Freaxxx - Brokencyde
Shut Up - Simple Plan
Kryptonite - Three Doors Down
Girl Next Door - Saving Jane
Just Like A Pill - P!nk
Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
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Note: They are not all in the order they are in the playlist. This was the original order, I didn't like it, and changed some around. Most of them are pretty close though.
Just FYI.

Mind of Mencia

So Carlos Mencia.
Freaking awesome. I don't care how many people say he steals skits.
Freaking awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8q_n8z3auC4
...PG-13 in the highest level. If you're the slightest bit offended by 'language,' stayyy awayy.
Oh, and if you're offended by anything, stay away.
He's brilliant though.
And if you can stay NOT offended..well there you go. It's a riot.
Aaaaaand...the man speaks the truth. Everything, all of it.
I'd suggest not watching it.

LALALAlala...You'll live.

So the playlist is back.
Yep, down there.
-points-
Scroll, please.
It's above the list of music. How convenient is that?
Anyhow, I don't expect you to listen to it all, nor to like it, but it's not on auto-start, it's most certainly not on shuffle and...well there are 75 songs, so make of it what you will.
Go forth and be mystified.

Commercials need to be outlawed

It's getting ridiculous.
First, let's go with good old Geico.
I'm so sick of the Cavemen that I'm ready to shoot the t.v.
The ones with the bodybuilder dude and the ninja as protection are just pitiful.
They're lucky they have the Warren Wallace kid and the gecko.
Though the gecko commercials are dying too, now that they added the old dude. He annoys me to no end.

Oh. Better.
All the Bloody Mary/Raven Twins commercials? Yes. Because that's so nice for six year olds to have to watch during the baseball game. [Yes, thank you, there are enough six year olds watching baseball for this to be a problem.]

Also good for six year olds to watch during the baseball game: Aaaaaaaaall of the Viagra and Cialis commercials. Every single commerical on the ball games: 'Vivaaa, Viivaaaaa, Viiaaagraaaaa.'
You can't put those on when Desperate Housewives is playing? At least then it would be kind of necessary.

Meg's Baseball Blacklist

Orioles, Cubs, White Sox, Red Sox...Long blacklist, considering.
And the poor Cubs. I'd have no reason to hate them if their fans didn't all suck so entirely. Trust me, I have first-hand experience there. Whiners, all of them. Junking up our poor hotel with their bitterness. Pft.
Orioles....Let's see. One postseason game against the Rays: Hit Evan Longoria and Jason Bartlett, which could easily have been accidents. No harm done, right? Yeah, until they hit Bartlett AGAIN. Seriously uncool to make a target out of our shortstop, thank you. And then one of them [didn't actually see who. Bummer.] interfered with a play by pushing Akinori Iwamura down. I hate them.
And the White Sox have A.J. Pierzynski, so that right there is enough to make me sick of them. Idiot runs into Willy Aybar to try to push his throw off. And worse, the stupid umpire called him safe. Ugh.
Then, obviously the Red Sox just speak for themselves. Literally, if you've ever seen some of them. We have nicknames. It's quite nice, actually.
Like Kevin Youkilis? Lumberjack Ballerina. Scary dude, more so with that little batting dance of his.
How about...Coco Crisp. Ah, no. Count Chocula. After the cereal brand, as his name just so implies it.. Coco Crisp. Really?
Haaaaaa. David Ortiz. Boston nickname: Big Papi. Dad's: Big Poopie. Or, if you go with Dewayne Staats, announcer for the Rays, it's 'Pig Ortiz.'
Pedroia is scary enough in himself, he doesn't have an official nickname. I simply call him Ghost Boy. And the fact that he's 5'7 and his actual nickname is PeeWee doesn't really help his cause.

So.
Basically, if you're on Boston, a fan of Boston, or have/had anything to do with Boston, you're pretty much making the list. Or if you dare interfere with the Rays, Yankees, Phillies or Dodgers.
Now all that needs to be done is to trade J.D. Drew, Mark Kotsay and Jacoby Ellsbury to some other team - any other - so I don't feel so guilty staring at them when Boston's playing one of my teams. I feel like a traitor, something must be done.

Oooooh, GUILTY.

Finally.
Thirteen years to the day after being acquitted of charges of murder, football star O.J. Simpson is now, guilty, guilty, guilty, and....well guilty, on 12 charges. Kidnapping and armed robbery.
Minimum sentence is I believe 15 years, and he's 61 now.
So it's very, very likely he'll spend the rest of his life in prison. If not, then it'll be quite a bit of it.
Personally, I think there's very little chance he's innocent of murdering his wife, but now finally something's been done about the other things, if nothing else.
Big news there. This shall be going on for a while.

So uhm, I've been a little inactive...

Sorry about that. My sisters were sick for about a week, and we're kind of in the height of baseball season right now, so my internet life has been put on hold momentarily. Forgive me.
And I would have posted some stuff last night - was planning on it - but then, of course, our internet connection was out all day, and half of today. Finally came back though. There are five computers in this house and none could get online. And it wasn't just us. Neither my neighbor nor aunt and uncle had access either. Damned Verizon.
Kind of retarded week or two. But I'm back, no worries, haven't dropped off the face of the planet. Yet.
So I'm watching the Rays/Orioles game.
Baltimore scored six in the first, now we're in the top of the fourth with one out, and bases loaded. SOMEBODY GET A HOME RUN. Which would make it a two-run game. Which would be a hell of a lot better than a six-run game. Last night they won their first-ever doubleheader. So that was cool. Scored six in the eighth.
Boston though is now also in the post-season. Which sucks.
My dad made a brilliant little comment last night when they won. "Can't Boston just like...die?"
Hm. Clearly not.

Aaaaaaaand....Walk for Gross,
WHOO. Base hit for HINKSKE-SKE-SKE. 6-2.
EEEEH. ROUGE THROW. 6-4.
I love baseball.

....There's a bug on my screen..

Palin vs the Polar Bear [amongst other things]

Officially cannot stand Sarah Palin.
By now everyone's heard of her: The Governor of Alaska - for just about two years, mind you - chosen as the VP pick on Presidential nominee John McCain's ticket.
The first time I heard her speak, I wasn't particularly impressed. Simply didn't really like her, but didn't have much of a reason to dislike her.
Oh. But now I do.
Soo.
She doesn't think humans are causing global warming.
Really? So who is? The mayflies?
Cars and big buildings and plants and everything. [For the record, I mean plants as in buildings, not as in flowers and trees.] But uhm, gee, if I remember correctly, I do think that cars and buildings were actually INVENTED, but uh, what's the word again....Oh, humans, wasn't it? Yeah. You can see where I'm going with that.
And better yet: She's against putting polar bears on the endangered species list.
Someone please explain to me how you can live in ALASKA - AKA Polar-Bear-Heaven - and be against putting polar bears on the ENDANGERED SPECIES LIST. How exactly does that work?
Probably would just interfere with her hunting season, because you know, no one can shut up about her hunting and fishing priorities.
Hockey mom? Whoo, that's cool. Five kids, hockey mom-ness rocks. Why not go back to that?
Point in short: I completely loathe Sarah Palin.
Deal with it.

Lengthy but worth it.

Without a doubt one of the saddest things I've ever read.
But it gets better.
I promise, it gets better.
http://www.tampabay.com/features/humaninterest/article750838.ece
Read that.
The entire thing. I know it seems ridiculously long, but once you get into it, there is absolutely not stopping.
Horrific story. Absolutely, disgustingly terrible. Vile.
But it does get better.

[[Raven - Remember Lane DeGregory from Poynter in June? She's the author - not a surprise once you read it. I clicked the link, then saw who wrote it and had to read it. Definitely good.]]

What exactly were you eating?

Horrific little story here. [But aren't they all?]

There's this lady who supposedly killed her two year old nephew. His mother was out, and the boy was staying with his aunt. Apparently, the kid was seemingly hit twice in the head.

Sad, but not completely out of the imagination, right?

Ooooh. It is now.

Could she even hit him at all if she's nearly 1,000 pounds?

You decide, because thaaaat's what she is.

Her lawyer claimed she was simply too fat to kill the boy. The child's mother said she may have just rolled over him.

Like I said, horrific story.

But really, 1,000 pounds? How could you even move?

She probably just sat on him.

Yeesh.

Stupid hair.

Can never be happy.
So people just auto-think that having thick, curly hair is good. Okay, fine. Long eyelashes are good. Sure, why not.
BAH.
I'm sure in certain ways they are,
But to me? Infuriating. Can't do anything with my hair because it's too thick to hold anything and on the rare occasion it DOES hold something, it's only for a short amount of time and it'll usually start flipping out, because it refuses to stay how I want it.
And imagine if the make-up crazed people all had really long eyelashes. Goodbye mascara. Unless you want it under your eyes after blinking once, it pretty much has to be abandoned.
Nygh.
Like I said.
Nice in a way,
In other ways....
Mind-numbingly infuriating.

Random I know. My hair was just really annoying me today.

Frosted Flakes? WTF?

Soooo. Now that Michael Phelps [AKA Mr. "12,000 Calories A Day"] is all big and popular, you know he has a lot of business opportunities.
Everyone wants him to go with them. As usual. Of course.
And, being an athlete, you'd expect him to go with something pertaining to the sport, or at least something somewhat health-conscience.
Right?
No, of course not.
He's going to be on a cereal box.
Which isn't so out of the ordinary.
Only thing is, the cereal box he's going to be on is Frosted Flakes.
Good old box of sugar being covered in an Olympic-medal winning swimmer.
Yep. That'll get the kids out of their A.D.D for sure.

Have we all just lost our creativity, or what?

Seriously? What is UP with all of the skulls-and-dragons people have as tattoos?
First: If you actually know me, then you should know how against tattoos I am ONLY because how horrible they are for your health. Imagine drinking a bottle of ink. Considering the fact that by getting a tattoo you're shooting ink straight into your blood stream...Well you can see where I'm going with that.
Moving on.
The radio station I listen to has this tattoo gallery on their website. I was looking through it just for the heck of it, and it's driving me nuts, the amount of people with nothing but skulls and dragons. Don't get me wrong - I like 'em just as much as the next person. But for something being permanently drawn on your body, I'd really like it to be a little more creative than skulls and dragons. Am I asking for too much here?
Granted, some people have some pretty cool ones. Some are just a little pathetic, and others a tad deranged. In any case, the vast majority seem to just pick whichever looks 'cool'.
Perhaps those were the people who were drunk when they got them done.
*Ahem* Now if only they weren't so poisonous to your system, I'd totally be all for tattoos. [Just not a load of skulls and dragons, if you haven't yet figured that out.] And since I'm already on the whole subject, I shall just go on with what I might get, if they ever come out with an entirely organic-based ink that would do no harm to you whatsoever. [Not likely.]

Music note - Tiny, black, back of the left shoulder.
C'est La Vie - Back of neck. [Means 'That's Life' in Italian.]
Tiny purple heart with spikes around the edges - Inside left ankle
Black flower outline with a vine or two going up - Right hip

And that's it. Simple enough. Wouldn't want a bunch of flashy colors, all down the arms and legs. I'm good with a few tiny things and that's it.
But for lack of that all-organic, not-at-all-harmful ink, I think I'll stick with the piercings.
Well, with getting them, that is.
Six earrings in each ear, and a lip ring.
That's the plan.

Broken and Beige

So I'm reading this book called Beige by Cecil Castellucci. And I'm liking it.
Only got like 50 pages left, so it'll be done tonight.
But I found this quote that I loved, so here it is.

"Oh, and you can touch anything or try anything on. I always hated when adults would be freaked out about me touching cool shit. I have a lot of cool shit. If you break anything, well, I'll be really bummed. But I'll still have plenty of other cool shit."
Now if only everyone in their 40's could be so decent.

Also.
Loooooving the song Broken by 12 Stones. I've listened to it more times than I could count in the past three days.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHo-Iigrlfk
^ killer song.

Cause I'm broken
I know I need you now
Cause deep inside I'm broken
You see the way I live
I know I know your heart is broken
When I turn away
I need to be broken
Take the pain away....

Breaking Dawn quotes

Well yeah. So I loved the book, even though a few of my friends didn't. [Read it again, guys.]
In any case, I had my notebook with me all the time, just because I knew there would be a slew of quotes to keep. Sooo here are some of my favorites.
[NOTE: There really are no spoilers, so don't freak.]

Bella:
The ultimate doom: Telling Renee. Early marriage was higher up on her blacklist than boiling live puppies.
"Its so inconvenient to be a mental mute!"
"You are killing my buzz, Edward."
"If I don't have a better sense of equilibrium in my next life, I'm demanding a refund."
"Yes, heaven forbid I not be protected from tanks."
"My shield has holes, Edward!"
"You are fairly ideal in every way."

Alice:
"Go to your happy place, Bella. It won't take long."
"You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails."
"Focus, Bella. Edward is waiting for you down there."
"Do you want to miss your plane? I'm sure you'll have a lovely honeymoon camped out in the airport waiting for another flight."
"At some point you're going to have to tell me what exactly is in Rio."
"I missed you too, Bella. So forgive me, and try to be satisfied with being the superhero of the day."

Edward:
"You may not notice me tearing the furniture apart, but it would probably scare them."


Jacob:
I didn't have trouble with my temper anymore, except when it got in the way.
"Say what you want, I still think Dracula 1 and Dracula 2 are creep-tacular."

Emmett:
"Hard to feel confident when you're surrounded by horse-sized wolves."

Carlisle:
"Try to find Alistair and tell him what happened. I'd hate to think of him hiding under a rock for the next decade."

Leah:
"I wasn't born a compassionless shrew."

Jake: "I guess things are going to be kind of boring now, aren't they?"
Edward: "I fervently hope so."

Haha. Er...I don't know you...

Luckily.
6 foot, 250 pound mail carrier.
A tad on the chubby side.
Doesn't like the mail carrier uniforms.
Evidently the shorts don't work for him. Supposed 'chafing and scarring' are included there. [Something I never wanted to know.]
His plan to fix this?
Have kilts be part of the mail carrier uniforms.
No, you did not misread that.
Kilts.
Yeah.
Kilts.
ARE YOU BONKERS, MAN?!
Oooh,
Not cool.
Funny,
A little nuts,
But really.

Uhm, crazy much?

So there's this lady in her 50's.
She's driving around with her granddaughter, who is 3.
No big deal, harmless bonding time, right?
Uhm. Yeah. Not so much.
Thing is, granny's letting the kid lay on top of the car while she drives.
No she wasn't going down a freeway or anything. She claims she was going at snail speed, and holding on to the kids leg. "It's fine, she's having fun."
Riiiiiight.
Needless to say she was charged with child abuse.

Too many people die.

So.
If anyone hasn't heard that comedian/actor Bernie Mac died last week...well he did.
Evidently he had some sort of auto-immune disease. Thus, of course he had some medication for that. Which basically means you're immune system can't fight anything off.
Then he got pneumonia.
And couldn't fight it off.
And therefore he died.
Which sucks.

How many cheerleaders can you fit in an elevator?

About 26.
Soo. There's this cheerleading squad.
And for whatever reason, they think it would be fun to see if they could all fit in the elevator.
26 cheerleaders in one elevator.
Hey girlies, you know that little blinkly light that comes on when you go over the weight limit? Yeah that means GET OFF.
But no.
They get stuck in the elevator. Half of them pass out. But they're all okay, no worries. No less brain cells than they had before.
Every guy's dream.
26 cheerleaders stuck in an elevator.

You'd think they'd know better.

You really would think a preacher would know better.
Of course not.
This certain one happened to be charged with road rage.
Yep.
Evidently he was just so excited to get to wherever it was he was going, that he wound up chasing someone with a gun.
Way to practice what you preach, dude.

Well that's disturbing.

Whoops.
No more riding the Lynx buses, for fear of having your head cut off.
Well at least if you were that one guy...
I swear I'm serious. That's what happened.
Some crazy Chinese dude actually...to the guy sitting next to him.... just... -shudder-
And the Chinese dude had moved to Canada, so like that wasn't weird enough as it was.
THEN
No, that isn't even as bad as it gets.
That was last week. THIS week, we hear that sir Chinese-Canadian crazy happened to be a bit of a cannibal.
So you can imagine how THAT turned out.
Nice, eh? [And yes, that was sarcasm, thank you.]
The world is screwed.

Random Renamer

Extremely helpful, or just really, really amusing.
http://www.babynames.com/Names/rename.php
I always use www.babynames.com for things like character names in stories. THIS however, is wayyy better. Especially considering you don't have to sit there and search for hours. You just type in your stuff, click away, and you've got your new name. And if you don't like it, you click it again. And there's your new new name.
Brilliant.

Twilight Time

So.
With the arrival of Stephenie Meyer's latest book, Breaking Dawn, at midnight tomorrow [for most places], I think I'm going to give you a little sneak peek.
At the movie.
I don't want to read nor give any spoilers for the book, so since the movie is to be released December 12th of this year, I figure with only five months less, we might as well get the ball rolling.
So grab your popcorn and have fun on YouTube.

The Twilight Wolf Pack

Entertainment Tonight Exclusive Twilight Trailer [ETETT]

Scene from Twilight

Exclusive MTV Twilight Scene

Twilight Trailer - New Scene

Funny thing?
I'm actually starting to like Robert Pattinson as Edward more than Kristen Stewert as Bella.
How odd.

Criss Angel, you are forbidden to die.

Though it's a possibility.
As of 10:00 tonight, on the A&E Network.
I heard it on the radio today. So here's the bit copied from the radio station's website:
"CRISS ANGEL MIGHT DIE TONIGHT! AND IT MAY HAPPEN RIGHT IN OUR BACKYARD...CLEARWATER!CLEARWATER, Fla. -- TV personality Criss Angel's next bizarre trick is to try to escape from a nine-story hotel building in Clearwater before it implodes on top of him. Angel will be shackled on a seventh-floor balcony of Clearwater's historic Spyglass Resort Wednesday night. He will have to escape from steel restraints and make it to a helicopter on the roof before the building collapses. The hotel is being taken down to make room for a large waterfront resort. Angel got permission to try to escape from the building just before dynamite reduces it to 4,500 pounds of rubble. The stunt will be broadcast live on "Criss Angel Mindfreak" at 10 p.m. on the A&E network."
From www.wjrr.com
So. The big illusionist could pull off one of the most amazing things ever....or die. Or both.
Do.
Not.
Die.
Can't die.
CRISS ANGEL CAN NOT DIE.

YouTube followers unite.

Or don't. Your choice.
Just watch the videos.
And check out these.
'These' being some of my favorite channels on YouTube. Watch, laugh, subscribe. Join the insanity.
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Fred - Who doesn't love a six-year-old with anger management problems? Well if you watch CNN as much as some, you may have seen an interview with the maker of this one. My personal favorite: Fred Goes To The Dentist. "AH! I'M BLEEDING!"

JKL Productions - Twins Jon and Katie, and their cousin Lucas [see above, creator of Fred] make up JKL Productions. Yes, they really DO mean to act badly. Personally, I say Lucas was a little on the bright side to take the Fred videos to a new channel, as Jon and Katie have done very little since he left. Get it together guys. Favorite video: TRAPPED!

Makemebad35 - Hmm. 20 year old dude with a severe case of insanity. Who else dresses up in a pink bathrobe, purple hat, sunglasses and carries a giant blow-up hammer, in an all-year Halloween costume, calling himself The Torturer? Favorite videos: omg HATERZ!!!! & Losing Complete Sanity. Go Damien. [*Cough* Bit of 'language'. Second video especially, little on the pg-13 side. You've been warned.]

The Black Year - 14-year-olds Sam Koster and Matt Santos, of the Australian band The Blaqk Year, have their share of random videos, parodies, and cover songs. From the "emo version of clumsy", to Panic At The Disco's Nine In The Afternoon, to a 'flashback' to some random memories, the two are by far entertaining. Favorite video: Sam Koster & Matt Santos - Memories. [*ahem* nice pants, Matt.]
NOTE: The 'Memories' video has been flagged. Meaning unless you're YouTube account says you're 18 or older, you can't view it. [Idiots. Whoever did that should be kicked off the site. Buzz kills.] I may have to send Sam a little message and have them re-upload it. We shall see.

Cadegoestocollege - And, ironically Cade really DOES go to college. And, he really wants you to know that even though he's from Texas, he doesn't listen to a lot of country and dance like a hillbilly. All hail Cade. Favorite video: Can't pick one.

Booshoe37 - Cade's friend Matt. Different Matt than Sam's friend Matt. Different Matt than Cade's other friend Matt who's not this Matt and not Sam's friend Matt. Too many Matt's on YouTube. He's awesome. Favorite videos: Cadegoestocollege TAKES OVER & The Problem Solving Circle.
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So there they are. Hope the links all go to where I wanted them to.
And all hail Katie for being the only girl.
Just for the record.
GO SUBSCRIBE.

So, I have a dilema.

Just a bit.
Confusion and Frustration in Modern Times. I swear.
Soo.
This may or may not the girliest thing you'll ever hear from me.
I haven't a clue what to do with my hair.
Argh.
Cut it short again, or let it grow.
Dye it black, or re-dye it purple.
Granted, I'll have to get certain people to agree to the second problem in the first place...but I'm sure that can be arranged, one way or another.
I believe my sister is going to try making her's orange with blonde hair dye. As her hair is excruciatingly dark brown, we're thinking that blonde may turn it orange...or have zero effect whatsoever. So, I figure if it does something to her's, then maybe it'll lighten mine. In which case, if I dyed it purple after blonde, maybe the purple would actually be purple instead of red.
The giant question.
Or black. Which could work better, or not.
I can't pick.
And for some reason I've been wanting it long, lately.
But then I won't be able to do anything with it. Plus I'll have to braid it when I sleep again, not to mention take an hour in the morning to brush it out, and another hour to wash it. Which is hell.
Plus I won't be able to spike it in any way then. Cry.
Cut it short, dye it black.

Russia has a few problems.

Yeah well. You decide for yourself.
So, new Russian Government thing.
Emo and goth music is now outlawed in little old Russia. [Or will be soon. Either way.]
Furthermore, any kids dressed in 'emo' or 'goth' clothing? Say goodbye to entering school and Government buildings. You are no longer allowed.
Little harsh, no?

Gasp, Shock, Horror

Sooo everyone's talking about Katy Perry, right?
Well, maybe not everyone, per say, but there's a bit of buzz.
I kept seeing her CD in the stores, and in turn heard people talking about it. Never bothered to listen to it, as I simply assumed I wouldn't, in fact, care for it.
I was wroooong.
Despite the title that may seem somewhat appalling to some people, I'm actually really really liking her song I Kissed A Girl.
Shockingly catchy, it really is.

I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick, I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don't mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don't mean I'm in love tonight. I kissed a girl and I liked it...I liked it...

Note: Video's on the PG-13 side. Just FYI.

The List

Well, one of them.
Soo. I can't always be on YouTube 24/7, yet I listen to the radio more than I probably should. So a song comes on, you liiiiike it, you forget it. Or you forget to listen to it again. Unfortunately. But no, you write it down. Yesss. You make a list. W
Anyhow.
My current list, just because I'm bored and it's all I've got time to post right now:

Down and Out - Tantric
Let It Die - Foo Fighters
Never Enough - Five Finger Deathpunch
Stand - Candlebox
Saints of Los Angeles - Motley Crue
Guilty - Gravity Kills
Alive - P.O.D.
Want You Bad - The Offspring
Addicted - Saving Abel
Too Drunk - Buckcherry
Use Me - Hinder
Psycho Social - Slipknot
She's Got Issues - The Offspring
Hero - Pop Evil
Salute Your Solution - The Raconteurs
They Say - Scars on Broadway
Superman's Dead - Our Lady Peace
Dammit - Blink-182
Dancing With Myself - Blink-182
Celebrity Skin - Hole
Mother Mary - Foxboro Hot Tubs [Abbey, check that one. Green Day side band, 'cept this is the whole band, not just Billie Joe, like Pinhead Gunpowder.]

Yeeepppp.

Trematodes and Wolbachia and Screwworms Oh My

Yeah. And that's not even the worst of it.
Personally, the hook worms and guinea worms are my least favorite.
...And I'm talking about...what, exactly?
Sorry, you're out of the loop.
Unless you've read Peeps by Scott Westerfeld.
Brilliant book, but you'll have to look at the first post of my new blog, Naturally Unnatural, for that.
No, I'm not going to gross you out and make you all-too aware of what's going on where you can't see here, too. Just there. In graphic, book-mode detail. Soooo, if you're freaked out about random, nasty parasites, or just have an abnormally weak stomach, I'd suggest not checking it out.

Donuts, anyone?

So if you were in Illinois recently, you may [or may not] have heard something about the Tour De Donut.
And......What on earth am I talking about, right?
The basic story is this:
It's like the Tour De France. Bicycles and everything.
Plus, donuts.
But you probably guessed that.
So. You ride a bike. While eating donuts.
Sound easy enough?
The winner is the bicyclist with the fastest time.
Downside: For each donut you eat, 5 minutes is shaved off of your time.
Just a little counter-productive, eh?

Light-bulb moment.

Well, light-bulb at 2 a.m.
I was up late reading, sue me.
Anyhow.
The book for some reason made me think this:
I'm German, Italian, Polish, and French, right?
German.
AND.
Polish.
And people wonder why I'm so opinionated.
Psh.

[...It was random in the first place. If it doesn't make sense, then it's simply not going to.]

I'd check the fruit bowl...

If I were you.
And don't go eating the poison grapes.
I know.
WHAT?
But really.
Poison grapes.
Well, poison spiders = poison grapes, but still.
So I hear on the radio today that two people were just minding their own business eating a fruit salad or something of the like they bought from a store. Later, they start having headaches and stuff. They didn't die or anything, but they were taken to the hospital.
Turns out, there were poisonous spiders eating and nesting in their grapes. Evidently the couple ate a few...hence the headaches.
Yeah.
So when my sisters insisted on having strawberries not long after my hearing this, I remembered we had grapes in the refrigerator that needed to be eaten.
Riiiight.
So we proceeded to slice up every single grape. Just to, you know, make sure we didn't have any invaders.

Well that's awkward.

Mission Accomplished....Kind of.

Yeah so. Few weeks ago. I was reading for most of the day [got like 10 books from the library. -happy dance-] then I finally came out for something or another, and everyone else is gathered around the patio slider door, while dad's playing with something under the rebounder. [Mini trampoline used for exercise.] Was it a worm or a snake...the great debate.
Anyhow, fast forward a bit, it turned out to be a tiny baby snake. Black, yellow stomach, yellow ring around neck. He [/she/it] was dangling by a spider web under the rebounder, when Charlie [spastic little Rat Terrier. AKA the Snake Hunter] found it.
So everyone went inside, and dad and I stayed out trying to untangle said snake dude. Once he was off of the rebounder, we took him to a different part of the patio and laid him out. I held the flashlight on him, and dad took a pair of tweezers to the spiderweb, which was wrapped around him so ridiculously that his tail was hooked around and tied to his middle. Trust me, you aren't getting away from anything like that. Fairly cooperative little guy though. Only opened his mouth about 4 times. And considering we were out there for 40 minutes, that wasn't too bad.So yeah. We did eventually wind up freeing his tail, but the spiderweb was still there. Dang stuff is like iron.
After the snake incident, we left him in a cup and went to search the patio for the spider who started the whole thing.
Long story short, we found him under the exercise machine, covered with spider webs and dad smoked him out. Literally. The whole thing was very Arachnophobia [as in the movie, not the actually phobia] as he shoved his cigarette onto said spider. Cruel? Possibly, but so is tangling up a defenseless baby snake in a web of evil. So you know. Now they're even.
Anyhow, if you're looking for a happy ending, you aren't getting one here. Dad filled up a big bucket with dirt, leaves and the snake. We went inside, and all that jazz was over. Little did I know, daddy dearest left the little thing out there. For two days. So he died. How sad.
Mission Accomplished,
Mission Futile.
Big surprise.

Time for a change

Yeahh.
Regardless to the fact that I know you all adore the current green/black blog set-up, the nice drippy background and everything...I think it's time for a change.
Perhaps you'll like the next one just as well?
The ultimate question.
If not, well too bad. You'll learn to love it.
And when you do, tell me. I'll be sure to change it again.

You'll Get Over It.

I realize I haven't been here in forever and a year.
Sorry.
Been busy, had nothing to say [shock, I know] and slash or the Internet connection was effin retarded in the highest level of the word(s).
I haven't abandoned the blog, I promise.
So yeah.
Miss me?
Probably not.
Anyway, moving on.

What up with the Rays? They've got the best record in baseball a year after having the WORST record in baseball, and all of a sudden they start sucking? They've lost like, what? 5 games in a row now? All that bubble gum is going to your heads, guys. Get it together. Sheesh.
On the bright side, Evan Longoria got 9 million votes for the last player on the AL team for the All-Star game. So that's good.
Now, skipping to something you all actually care about, since I know it isn't baseball.
Hmm. Brain cramp. What do you all actually care about?
Ah. Movies.
So Wall-E was cute. Up there on the animated movies scale.
Cloverfield was good too, ironically. I'd not advise watching it if you get severe motion-sickness though, as the camera was bad-home-movie shaky [on purpose, watch it if you're confused.]
Oooh. The Spiderwick Chronicles. Really good. Shockingly enough, it was really good. Different, but I had a feeling I'd like it beforehand [probably had something to do with the fact that I hadn't read the books, as that always kills the movie]. Especially since Holly Black was one of the co-writers for the series, and I love her books. And Freddy Highmore's usually got decent movies.
Mad Money. Heard different stuff one that one. Wasn't sure it was going to be great in the beginning, but it got better. Ending was awesome.
So yeah.
Good stuff...

Better stuff: Got Anberlin's 'Cities' CD. And my sister got Sugarcult's 'Lights Out'.
...Other sister got Hilary Duff's...something or other. Dignity, maybe? I think that's it.

Aaaaaaaand
There's a game on right now.
And we're STILL losing.
Bottom of the third, Cleveland: 7 Rays: 0
Big whoop.

Lalalaaa

The Weekend - Temporary Insanity
The Kelly Affair - Be Your Own Pet
Pork And Beans - Weezer
Hammerhead - The Offspring

Listen. ^