Monday, January 31, 2011

Ra-ra-rasputin, lover to the russian queen

Good morning.  I've been playing Dead Space after I put Asher to bed every night and it's been...well, it's such a good game. I'm really not very good at it, I keep dying, but it's so much fun.  And then I have crazy dreams afterwards. Not nightmares per say but pretty crazy dreams.  I can't play when Asher is awake because I'm worried that it will give him bad dreams. 

I'm  little worried that Asher is a little sick, he seemed whiny this morning.  Poor kid.  If he is bad tonight I'll probably take tomorrow off sick to stay home with him. 

I really want to play Rasputin on JD2 right now...

Fencing class number 2 is tonight...I'm excited.  Ry is kinda being a baby about it, I told him he could sign up and take the class with us but he procrastinated all week and now it's too late.  So, I'm sure he will have a small fit of jealousy again tonight.  I wonder if it's even worth it for me when I have to deal with this when I go.  Gah. 


Sunday, January 30, 2011

Your hands on my face every step of the way

Yes, so, Mallorca

Mallorca was pretty awesome.  It's a very cute little restaurant in Cleveland on E 9th.  I do hate that all parking in Cleveland costs between $5-8.  That's one thing that sucks about going into the cleve. 

So, we met Ry's coworker Joseph and his boyfriend Mike at the restaurant and had a nice double date.  Mallorca is a Portuguese/Spanish restaurant, in case you were wondering.  We started off with a pitcher of Sangria, the first time I had ever had sangria.  It was super yummy, with little pieces of fruit floating around in it.  Awesome.  We got our complimentary bread and Ry ordered an appetizer of frog's legs.  I had never had them before and so I gave them a tentative try.  The only try I will probably ever give them.  It was probably just in my head but they  taste swampy and earthy to me.  And fatty.  I didn't like them, not at all.  

It was super cool.  I am still not sure if we had a waiter or if we shared four waiters.  All the waiters were Hispanic and wore tuxedos.  The matradee ( I think) came out and told us the 100 specials.  Seriously, there were so many specials I couldn't remember them all by the time he was done.  His accent was super awesome, too.  Ryan ordered shrimp stuffed with crab, scallops and shrimp (almost redundant?) and I ordered Lamb Shanks.  Joseph ordered Payaia and Mike ordered Veal Scappolini.  

Our dinners came out and everyone started eating.  I told them to wait, we should be getting rice with veggies.  They were stunned when the next thing we knew, there were three more plates, no platters, on our table, one heaped with saffron rice with peas, one full of broccoli, carrots and cauliflower, and the third full of fresh garlic potato chips.  They asked me how I knew that we were getting more and I told them it was on the menu.  I'm so smart, I know how to read.  So, as the waiter brought out the extra food, another waiter dished out rice and veggies and then pulled a lamb shank onto my plate and drizzled it with the sauce for me.  Very fancy.   Seriously there were three shanks that came in my meal.  I barely could finish one.  What huge portions!

Joseph's payaia looked like an alien baby in a dish of rice.  It was pretty much every type of seafood with panchetta and half a lobster, legs and antenna akimbo.  

After we were done eating they came out and boxed stuff up for us and then the fancy matradee guy came back out and poured us all Portuguese Almond Liquor shots.  It was probably some of the smoothest liquor I've ever had. So good.  I wanted more.  It was part of the meal, I think, because we didn't order it or pay for it.  Then we got dessert, Ry and I split strawberry cheesecake and the boys had Amaretto Cake. 

Over all the whole experience was really nice.  Did I mention they had emailed me a 20% off the entire bill (alcohol included)?  So, extra bonus. 

Anyway, some murder by death for you.  I'm currently in love with this band. 

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Can you take me where you're going if you're never coming back?

So, weird news came in last night.  My mom's ex Stevarella (who is still a good friend of the family) is getting married to Rose of Sharon next friday.  I guess everything is very quick in the happening.  I don't know, I think I'm still in shock.  I don't know her very well but she seemed really nice and as long as Stevarella is happy then I'm cool with it.  But still, it's so fast!  Crazy. 

My cloudy head has turned into a stuffy muffly scratchy and snotty kind of head.  Clouds in your head suck.  I think mine is a culumonibus.  I learned recently that people thought of clouds as spirits until the 1850s when some guy was like, no, they are just water vapor and classified them for his science hobby group.  I kid you not.  It's all pretty interesting stuff. 

We are going to Mallorca tomorrow with ry's friend and his boyfriend from work tomorrow night, I'm so excited.  The Vic is babysitting so hopefully that goes well.  I'm sure it will, Asher loves him and they have fun together.  And he could use the money. 

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Just imagine this title to be the sound of fallout sirens

I'm thinking about the end.  I wonder how it will go down. 

Fallout sirens in songs creep me out.  Just like, and I don't know if this is the same for you or not, but if I hear police sirens in a song I almost always still have to check to make sure I'm not being pulled over. 

I really don't feel too bad today but I woke up with a bit of head congestion and a slightly sratchy throat.  And feeling cloudy. Not bad, not good, just fuzzy and cloudy.  Hopefully it doesn't get worse.

Made some extra large oatmeal raisin cookies for JJ last night. 
Don't those look yummy?  I made half with crasins and half with just raisins.  I was going to make some with white chocolate chips but I am out of them right now so that is what I made.  That's a Nilla Wafer in there to give you a size ratio.  It's a challenge to make really big cookies, if the cookie is too big the outsides burn and the insides are raw.  And as Alton Brown would say, that's not Good Eats.  I'm working on it to create the perfect huge cookie.  I'll have to tweek the recipe a little probably.  Honestly I think these turned out pretty good, they are crispy and chewy at the same time.  It's nice. 

I can't find the beck song I have stuck in my head so take this one, which I like pretty well, as a replacement.  I like most all of Beck pretty well.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

At the tip of my tongue is the price you weren't willing to pay

Hmm...Asher woke up with a nightmare at like 4:45 am this morning and refused to go back to sleep. I'm pretty tired. 

Fencing was fun. I think I've talked Ry into trying it, too. I found that I'm really really uncoordinated.  I can do simple things no problem but when you combine moves...well, that's when I look like a lumbering idiot.  Oh well.  My class is me, my bro, the vic and three fifth graders.  The one boy is soooo short, it feels like I'm picking on him.  I mean, who else is allowed to hit other people's children with swords?  Bullies. And me.  The best is to see The Vic, who's probably the tallest person I know (if we were urkins he'd be in charge) paired up with this kid who's probably like 4 feet tall at the most.  I kind of doubt he's even that tall, honestly. 

How about a story today? 

Hmm...something from my childhood?  What are you in the mood to hear about?  Good or bad? 

Ah, I have a story for you now. 

So, I was 16 years old which would make my brother 10 years old.  In the summertime we would stay our days at my grandpa Pumpa's farm and work for him, weeding and planting and rototilling, braiding garlic and fun stuff like that.  We were taking a break and I went to go into the house to get some drinks for us, a "medicine" (natty light) for Pumpa, Coke for The Shig and lemonade for me. 

There are these old limestone blocks, probably 2 feet long, a foot wide and a foot tall that line the flowerbed next to the house on the way to the steps, three in a line to the steps to the house which at the time were also limestone slabs. A game I used to play was to jump up on one, down on the next, and then up again on the next one and then jump the steps onto the porch. 

It hadn't been raining or anything, the rocks weren't wet, I really don't know what happened but I slipped on the first rock and fell hard.  I hit my head under my chin on the limestone slab and fell immediately unconscious.  A minute later I came to but I couldn't think straight and I couldn't get up.  I tried to call for my brother (because Pumpa is pretty hard of hearing) and eventually he heard me and got my grandpa. 

I really don't think either of them knew what to do.  My grandpa made me go take a bath to wash off all the blood.  I sat dazed in the bathtub, still unsure of what was going on.  I remember finally understanding what it meant to see 'stars' or 'birdies' cause I saw them the entire bathtime.  And I remember thinking that it was pretty funny at the time, too, that I saw stars.  I remember trying to grab them because I wanted to keep them for later.

Then they called my mom.  She came and picked me up, still covered in blood because I didn't have a change of clothes, and took me to the ER where they glued the holes in my lip together (I had completely bitten through the skin under my lip twice) and X-rayed my head.  I wish I knew you could ask to keep those, I would love to have an xray of my head.  But I didn't, and I wasn't really thinking straight then anyway. 

Lucky me, no concusion. 

Anyway, I guess that was a pretty boring story  but it's mine and there you go.  Maybe I'll write a better one tomorrow.

Monday, January 24, 2011

I D.I.E for Y.O.U

Good morning.  I might try to put up another story at today if I have time.  If I do I'll post it on here, too. 

So, yesterday, about having a good day?  Well, even though I slid off the road up north (on Gingrich Rd in Middlefield) and got stuck and had to wait for Doug to come in and save me (embarassing, right?), I still managed to have a pretty good day.  You know, it's funny to me, all these people drive right by me and see me in a ditch.  I'm in a ranger vehicle, so my car is marked, too.  So, who stops to see if I'm okay, do you wonder?  Well, it's not the guys in big trucks (unless you count the plough truck that drove by like five minutes after I slid off the road).  No, it's the families in SUVs and Jeeps and the little old ladies in Toyota Camerys who wouldn't be able to help me anyway.  But, you know, I'm glad the thought was there.  Coincidentially I wound up stuck next to the driveway of an Amish family we deal with on a semiregular basis as they lease property from the City.  They weren't home, though, it being a church day and all. 

But I was pulled out and no one got hurt (not even Renee, the Escape) and things went on and life was good.  The sun even came out yesterday. 

It is like -10 in my office this morning and my fingers are killing me, so I'll talk to you later gaters....

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Who you running to, would you come running to me?

Today is just a regular post about general stuffs, no fancy stories or anything like that.  I do have some to tell you, but not right now.  I'm planning on writing a couple of the stories from my childhood on, which is a pretty awesome website and podcast, btw, and as I do I'll link them on my fb and on here. 

So, let's see.  This weekend was ups and downs. I did a lot of thinking about myself.  I didn't get my hair done, which was on my list.  I'll still try.  Ry and I semi-fought most of the weekend over stupid shit, I am still not really sure what that was about. 

I did have dinner at my dad's house last night.  He is tearing out the walls in the kitchen so that is a massive mess, but it will look nice when he's done. Ishould have him come do mine next!  Ha.  I need a new roof first.  I was sad last night, though. It is confirmed that my dad, who's been sober for 12 years, is drinking again.  And not just on special occasions.  I'm having a really hard time dealing with this and I really don't feel that I have anyone who I can talk to who really understands except for my brother and he doesn't want to talk about it.  Sorry, anyway...

I'm a little nervous about ry and davey hanging out today, that is still a new development in the making.  What else.  Oh, got semi-good news about my EPA report today!  So, holla on that, right?  I'm not a complete waste of Akron water user's dollars. 

You know, I dare say it's gonna be a pretty good day today.  What do you think?  I'm gonna try my darndest. 

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Dai kirai no boku ju kisai, dai kirai no kao ju kisai

I did hate myself at 19.  I continue to hate myself at 29.  Not much has changed.  (translation from the title: I hate myself at 19, I hate my face at 19)

Hmm...more stories?  I can give you another story from the sampling trip with B from the lab. 

So, we were talking about his younger days (he is in his golden years now).  He is a weird guy, and from what I garner, he has always been a weird guy.  Anyway. 

So, his parents were not entirely committed to raising a child much less children and he traveled around a lot a kid.  He was in Boston, Hawaii, California, Ohio, Tennessee, and Kentuckty from what I've heard so far.  Anyway, this little segment of his life is from when he was a teenager.  His parents had sent him to military school in Kentucky, I guess the same place they trained foriegn insurgent children as well.  In military school the rules are rigid.  You get caught fighting, you go home.  You steal, you go home, you cheat you go home, etc, etc, etc.  You get the idea.  Except if you were one of these foreign insurgents.  Then you were encouraged to do all of the above and didn't get in trouble for it. 

*a little caveat, I don't know how much B is making up and how much is true.  I'm very gullible and I don't often know when people are really making shit up, this seems like it could have all happened to B, like I said, he's a weird guy.  So, take this with a grain of salt. 

Anyway, one of these guys steals from B and he tries to turn them in to the authorites.  This is when he learns they have diplomatic immunity.  So he does what any angry boy does, he fights them and gets kicked out of military school.  One of his friends at home, his uncles are in some Polish Gestapo group (this is well after the war, B isn't that old) and so B, feeling that the establishment has screwed him and is corrupt, well, listens to what they have to say about facism.  And he likes it. 

So the obvious next course is to join the Junior Nazi Party.  Obviously.  He told me he wasn't all about the persecution and slaughter that was affiliated with the Nazi party and that that was just a faction of it not the founding principal. And besides, he says, it wasn't even the biggest holocaust of people but it is the most sensationalized.  It has good PR.  Which, I agree to a point, Stalin and Polpot did a  good job of killing lots of people, too.  They just weren't so proud about it that they made such a big deal about it.  Like, 'hey, look over here, hey look!  aren't you proud?  Look at all this human suffering!  Aren't I the most evilist?  Yes I am!' You know. 

I think he finally outgrew his Jr. Nazi Party desires as he got older but he doesn't regret it.  He told me that the Nazi Party would have been accepted in the 70s but some skinheads messed it up.  Stupid skinheads, they always ruin the fun, don't they? 

Anyway, not a great story but an interesting insight to someone you don't know's life.

Video?  Yes.  Same video as the lyric in the title?  Certianly. 

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Creepy Haunted House of Burny Carnage

Creepy.  Reminds me of the
movie, The Ring.  Can't you just
see the little girls brushing their hair?

I went sampling with Basil from the lab yesterday.  We had lots of interesting conversation and I got to see his burned down house.  Now I'm sharing with you. 
The light fixtures really fascinated me for some reason

So, Basil bought a house in Southington, Ohio.  It's pretty much the middle of nowhere.  He got a really good deal on it, it was one of those Kiko Auction houses. 

The woman who lost the house (I guess when you stop paying stuff you owe lots of money on then the bank gets to sell it for you and keep the money.  Go figure...) was not happy about the whole proceedings.  So, like any logical person finding themselves in this situation she moved out and went on with her life someplace else. 

The kitchen.  I really like how the walls are bleeding
plastic goo above where the cabinets were.

Oh, wait, I lied.  She burned it down. I think she put the toaster in the sink, something like that.  Now, mind you, I'm not sure if this was ever proven or not but she pretty much told Basil that if he didn't back out of the deal that she would burn the house down, and then the house burned down.  Hmm...strange coincidence, that.

This is the parlor into the bathroom,
I couldn't get the shower head to
show up in the pic for some reason,
lighting I suppose.

 Anyway.  So, this last picture is pretty cool, I was trying to take a picture of the bathroom through the old parlor.  There is no floor in the parlor, though, so I had to do it from the hallway so of course there wasn't enough light to get a good picture.  If you look in this picture there is this copper wiring hanging in the way.  The wire kept moving every time I tried to take the picture, it was pretty creepy now that I think about it.  It wasn't swinging back and forth or anything like that, but when I went to snap the picture, it would move.  Sway a little bit. 

Do you see the crazy freaking zebras in
this picture?

I took about 28 pictures of this house and they are all on my facebook if you'd like to see them.  I am pretty sure this house is haunted.  There are weird spots on the pictures in some places.  Now, if it was junk on my camera (it was raining/snowing that day) it would have stayed in the same place on the pictures, right?  Well, the three balls move around on the pictures.  These are not a good representation because the balls are not on all of these pictures.  So, it's either ghosts, reflections from moisture in the air, crazy refraction from burny pieces in the house, magical disco balls, swamp gas, house spirits, or zebras.  You be the judge.  

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

If dreams came true, baby, welcome to my reality

You know, I really had something I was going to write about today.  But then the internet was out at work this morning.  And so, of course now I forgot about any interesting content and I'm left with just whatever comes to mind.  That is never good for anything, especially for blogging. 

Yeah, I'm pretty much dried up like an old cow today as far as interesting new content.  I've been reading a lot of manga online lately, and are my new favorite manga hangouts.  And of course, if you know me at all, you know pretty much all I'm reading is smut.  I did read up on xxxholic, too, though.  I love that series.  I'm not a huge fan of Clamp but I do love xxxholic. 

Anyway, I guess work calls today.  I'm gonna try working on the scrapbook tonight, I'll try to take pics for tomorrow's blog if I do. 

Monday, January 17, 2011

We're back where we started, there's no turning around

I have been wanting to be new age-ish lately.  I think that the term is silly, doesn't it act as an umbrella to all things dealing with magic and not science?  Like, astrology and tarot cards and crystals and stuff?  I want to investigate.  To experiment.  I don't know, I think really that I'm kinda crazy and this change in the zodiac just has me thinking on it a lot lately.  Like, how do people determine your fortune?  I'm assuming most people make stuff up as they want but there has to be people who really do put there all into it and use all sorts of things to determine what they say.  People who hold themselves accountable.  I need to find those people and talk to them.  I want to know. 

I checked forcast horoscopes for both my old sign and my new sign today.  Here's the verdict...

Taurus: God will sincerely apologize to the rest of the hemisphere this week, explaining the snowstorms were the only way to prevent you from wearing those awful sandals. Gemini

Gemini: You'll finally start to get calls about that invisible hovercraft you have for sale when the CIA declassifies thousands of previously classified ads.
Okay, fine, those are from, but they were fun.  Here's some real ones I got today:

Taurus: It is the perfect day for you to spend the quality time together with your beloved. If there are some problems, don’t be afraid to discuss them. Openness and your feelings will help to get everything over.

Gemini: Try to calm down and accept what can’t be denied. If there is necessity you should even give up some freedom. Your job now is the most important thing for you.

I feel the need to combine them together and pull out something.  I mean, I feel some similarities to both signs.  So here is what I get when I put them in the blender and pull it out again:

It is calm, spend together accept the perfect down quality for you. Try and time the day.  What are problems if you are denied? Together some should be there even if necessity can't be beloved. Don't be openness afraid them feelings. Your to discuss be your  feelings and afraid to thing over for will everything important get help you.

See?  That makes much more sense. 

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Case Western Science Fiction Movie Marathon #36!

So, I failed at updating from the marathon like I said I would.  Sorry about that.  I didn't sleep through any of the movies this year, even when The Day the Skies Exploded and the original Night of the Living Dead showed back to back at 1 am on Saturday morning.  I fell asleep for probably an hour total for the whole marathon.  

  My thoughts on the marathon this year:
  • Transformers still sucks and Shia LeBouf has a girl name and is not a very good actor.  
  • Men in Black was an awesome marathon movie and I still love it.  Even if the vic quoted the entire movie next me word for word while we watched.
*It was right about now when the whole place started to get stinky, and just to add to that was the shig's acid cajun turkey farts and the awful smell the turkey made in the cooler.*
  • First surprise was Battlefield Earth.  Oh dear lord, battlefield earth.  I am still looking for leverage against this horrible movie. John Travolta was really channeling his inner Johnny Depp in this movie, too.
Now it is time for all the horribly difficult movies to sit through at the butt crack of the middle of the night...
  • The Day the Skies Exploded.  Boy, this one was tough.  It was in black and white, which can be good and can be bad. This time, it was bad.  Lets see.  The most boring and least emotional astronaut ever, long boring space scenes and magnetic meteorites hurtling towards earth with our destruction it's main job description, stealing our gravitational fields because of their magnetism which is also why they were attracted to us (cause of our magnetic fields).  Yeah, I fell asleep for about half an hour of this one and it still was way too long.  OH, and some douche bag had a laser pointer and they turned the movie off and turned the lights on until he promised to put it away for good.  He wasn't even being funny with it. *shakes head*
  • The Night of the Living Dead is a pretty decent movie when you aren't dead tired and slightly uncomfortable.  Pretty much everyone in the theater (except for me and that one guy over there) was asleep at this point.  I'm pretty sure I only dozed off for about 15 minutes in this one, I was trying so hard to stay awake.  I like that the blond woman in this film is such a crappy character, I really like it when her brother takes her back to where she belongs, in the land of the zombies.  I do feel bad at the end, though. I won't ruin it for you if you haven't seen it.  
  • Next up was surprise 2.  Time Bandits.  Ry loves this movie but I was never really a huge fan.  It was a pretty good marathon movie, but I hate that almost all Terry Gilliam films have sad or crappy endings. I know not every story needs a happy ending but...well, you know.  Oh well.  
  • Lilo and Stitch.  I love this movie.  I will always love this movie.  Best disney film in my opinion.  And I love Hawaii a lot, too, that probably helps. 
  • Escape from Planet of the Apes.  So, this movie had potential but no budget for action scenes is what I think.  It was interesting as for a concept, the Apes come to present day humanity are assholes.  And it takes too long to get to what we obviously all know what's going to happen, humanity sucks and ruins everything it touches.  You know, that's not how I actually feel but in sci fi movies that is always what happens.   And I can see how it could.  Anyway, this one was almost a sleep fest, people really tried to sleep through it.
  • Armageddon.  We had already watched The Day the Skies Exploded, I didn't need to see it remade poorly.  So we went to Chipotle and when we came back and it was still playing we played scrabble in the hallway where a dude was puking in a bucket.  Thanks fuckface, go home if you are sick you inconsiderate cow's uterine lining. 
  • Alien.  What a good movie.  It wasn't as good here, though, the film was so aged that it was bright pink.  When I say bright pink I mean every single thing was bright pink.  It distracts from the suspense of the movie.  Also, we were supposed to tell JJ when the scary parts where but we let her down a little.  Sorry JJ. 
  • Surprise 3 was the new JJ Abrams Star Trek.  It is a pretty kick ass movie, we left a little bit into it though to pick up little bear.  We didn't want to neglect him too much.  
The  last two movies were It, The Terror from Beyond Space!, which they played a preview for earlier and I wasn't too impressed so I didn't feel we were missing much (and how does something come from beyond space?  It's the final frontier), and the Jeff Goldblum (how do you spell his name?  You know who i mean) version of The Fly.  
Anyway, that's the marathon.  It was pretty awesome, like usual, and I find myself in eager anticipation for next year already.  Oh, and if you were there for the last two, tell me how the went! 

Friday, January 14, 2011

And it's damaging me for ever, for sure


I'll probably try to post from the marathon.  It probably won't be any better content that this, though.

Apparently we have entered the age of aquarius and I am not a gemini anymore but now a taurus.  I'm gonna use this as a new beginning.  I'm gonna become the ideal Taurus.  Let's see what that consists of.
Gemini Characteristics:
  • they love to talk yup, this is me...
  • intellectually inclined, forever probing people and places in search of information Sounds right...
  • Sharing that information later on with those they love is also a lot of fun for Geminis are supremely interested in developing their relationships That sounds like me, too.
  • Geminis also have a surplus of imagination waiting to be tapped I don't know about this one...
  • They also love to share themselves with their friends, and they make for charming companions. I know quite a few people who would disagree with the charming companion part...
Taurus Characteristics:
  • Taurus, the second sign of the zodiac, is all about reward. I do often need validation for what I do.
  • Think physical pleasures and material goods, for those born under this sign revel in delicious excess This sounds more like ry than me...
  • Along these lines, they also favor a good meal and a fine wine I do like good food and wine, but who doesn't like good food?  Really?  I've never met a person who was like 'food?  Eh, i could take it or leave it"
  • They are also a tactile lot, enjoying a tender, even sensual, touch. Taurus adores comfort and likes being surrounded by pleasing, soothing things I like comfort and massages...
  • They simply want to get things done, and it's that steady, dogged persistence that winds up being viewed as stubbornness I actually think this is kind of accurate, especially after i just finished draft 5 of the EPA paper...
Hm...I could go either way I guess.  I feel more like a Gemini but maybe that's because I was a Gemini.  Now I need to grab the bull by the horns (cheesy, I know) and really jump into my new Taurus-osity. 
And, P.S.....

Join me in joining the Zombie apocalypse!  I want to go.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

I wish I was a little bit....

Feeling kind of sad today.  Started last night.  Why do I get sad when I hang out with my friends sometimes?  I'm not sure.  What's wrong with me? 

Here is my little part about me feeling bad about myself.  I know that this probably isn't true, but it's my blog and I'm allowed to feel bad for myself every now and then.  Eh, fuck it.  I just don't care.  I do, actually, I care a lot, but what I just wrote sounded like I was a 15 year old preparing to put on black lipstick and stand in the corner with my arms crossed brooding and glaring at everyone.  How pathetic.  Really.  That's just how I am.  I think I always wanted to be the person who could do that, I did try it a few times in high school and then all my high school friends stopped hanging out with me.  That wasn't the reason why, btw, but it did happen.  You figure I'd be a stronger and better and smarter and more fun to be around overall kinda person by now.  I'm not.  *shrugs*.  What can I do? Where do I begin to change?  Maybe I should pull out the black lipstick and black hair dye.  I'll dye it black No 1.

Anyway.   Enough of that for now. I'll stew in it all by myself today. 

Anyone know where I can order a bunch of custom stickers for really cheap?  Even better would be cheap plastic ranger badges but it'd have to be super cheap...I'd even give you one for your efforts....

I'm a big fan of ellipsis, I don't know if you have noticed....

Best quote of last night:  "What could be better than a sentient chimpanzee in a spacesuit?"  "A zombie sentient chimpanzee in a spacesuit?"  "A zombie pirate sentient chimpanzee in a spacesuit."

What should I make tonight?  It's cooking night for me, my new  years cooking project, experiment 2.  I want to make something healthy and yummy (I know, quite a contradiction) to take to the marathon.  I haven't found anything yet.  I'll keep thinking and looking. 

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

All the lies I heard from you, all the lies I took as truths

So, had a cracked filling and got it replaced today.  Still can't feel my face, but my tongue is all crackly like eating a handful of that pop rocks candy stuff.  I should have eaten breakfast but I didn't and now I'm pretty hungry and  don't have enough control of my mouth to even drink something, much less eat anything.  Well, I lied, I fumbled through a cup of yogurt.  My boss watched and laughed.  So glad I could make someone's day. 

I've been thinking about conspiracy theories.  The fluoride finding about it probably actually turning you stupid and ruining your teeth has me thinking about other conspiracy theories, well that and I just read about a bunch of them on the internet.  You know the place, where all things factual and truthful are found and where no one would ever lie or make up a story for sensationalism?  I mean, that's strictly for the mainstream media.  So, yeah.  Just thinking about it, you know?  There's also a podcast about conspiracy theories on, that's always interesting as well...  But the thoughts, you know, I work in the water industry, so it will be interesting to see what happens. 

I have run into the supposedly 'crazy' people who told me that the government was using fluoride to brainwash the population into complacent and docile members of society but I always passed it off as crazy.  Especially since the one guy was hiding in the woods dressed head to toe in camo, wearing gloves and a mosquito netting hat, long sleeved shirts and pants, in 90+ F degree weather walking his cat.  It was enough to make me feel that he was crazy.  He did tell me all about government control of the masses.  After that one encounter I never saw him again.  Did the government silence him?  Was he right about the aliens, too?  And what other secrets did he try to tell me as I made my escape from his general proximity? Why didn't I listen to him when I had the chance?  WHY!!!!!!!  I could have put us all in danger.  All of us.  It's all my fault.  I'm sorry, world, I have let you down.  Please, forgive me when the crazy guy's warnings come true and I didn't feel safe enough around him to stay and listen.  I hope you can forgive me for the Great Zombie Apocalypse of 2011. 

There she did it again.  Zombies.  Do I need to change the name of this podcast to something more zombie appropriate? 

My head is foggy today.  I finally slept through the night but now I feel like a zombie today...I'm not sure why.  Maybe I need more caffeine. 

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Strategize the presentation, make them see that you're the man

I haven't really slept much the last three nights.  I don't know why.  I'm tired in the day, tired in the night, I just don't sleep.  I try.  But....well...I dunno.  No sleep.  Not my friend right now. 

Watched that new cartoon on fox last night, bob's burgers.  (it's on hulu)  It was pretty awesome.  It has H. Jon Benjamin in it and he is one of my favorite cartoon voice actors.  He rocks.  What makes a better cartoon than cannibalizing humans from the crematorium next door for your burger shop? Well, allegedly doing so. 

I'm feeling so unoriginal and uncreative today.  I guess you guys hear that a lot.  Maybe I should resist posting when I'm this tired. 

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Cooking week 1, Corn Muffins

The dry ingredients
 So, first week of cooking something from scratch in 2011 (I need a catchy name for it...I'll have to think on it...any suggestions?) and I decided to make Alton Brown's Creamed Corn Bread.  So, I get all excited, I get all the stuffs I'll need...and I don't have a 10" cast iron skillet.  So...I do a little back step and find this recipe on the internet for creamed corn muffins.   I took lots of pictures this time, you'd be proud of me.  I'm going to try to take  many pictures when I make this stuff so you can see step by step how it goes. 

Plus the wet ingredients, it looks kinda icky...

 So, it's a pretty quick recipe, which was perfect for this week, I just have not had any time to do stuff... I wanted to make pork but that didn't happen, the pork was spoiled in the vaccuum sealed package when I opened it and I almost had a fit.  I actually took it upstairs to Ry who was getting ready for work (it was gonna be a crock pot dinner) and asked him what I should do, telling him it came from Walmart so he should fix it.  I was tired, what can I say?
Ready for the oven

Anyway.  I get the muffins all cream corned up and ready to go in the oven and bake them for the approriate amount of time and they look good. Asher and I watched them cook in the oven with the light on.  He kept saying "muffin!".  How are babies so cute?  I have no idea. 

Anyway, we get them out and they look GOOD!  I'm pretty excited and so I let them cool down, butter the top and take my first bite...and they are bland.  As bland as can be.  And I'm sad.  As sad as can be.  They were minorly redeemable with some honey.  But they look damn awesome, don't they?  I think I'll experiment with this recipe in the future.  But just look how awesome these look.

Out of oven
They look delicious.  Just like the cake, it's a lie.

So, that was the cooking experiment for this week.  Any suggestions for future weeks?  Hit me up in the comments section with a link or telling me where to get the recipe and I'll give it a shot. 

Don't I look delicious?  I'm not.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

It would be easy, so easy, to crash

Nothing has really changed since I wrote last.  I worked last night and I'm back in early today.  So, just work and cold.  I couldn't sleep last night, I don't know why.  I just kept thinking and thinking about stuff.  Nothing in general.  Well, about nihilists (Nihilists! Fu** me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.) and christanity, if a tree falls in the woods and it's implications to the residents, and tomotoes. 

The tomato thing was from a dream I had between wakeful moments of last night.  I don't know exactly what brought it about but I was with my mom's side of the family and we were packing and trying to leave for the airport (a common reoccuring dream of mine) and in the fireplace at my grandpa's house (he doesn't actually have a fireplace) a machine appeared and allowed me to make demonically infused tomatoes (kind of like Return of the Killer Tomatoes).  I ended up making as nice as possible of a demonic tomato that I could, it had options you could tweak to custom make your demonic tomato.  But still it was a demonic tomato and it ended up becoming tomato gloves which are incredibly ineffective at doing much of anything with.  They were like giant squishy boxing gloves.  So, I guess I won but after I went other people used the machine to make more evil tomatoes.  Maybe the tomatoes were Nihilists, they don't believe in anything.  Hmm...that must be exhausting.  (Sorry for all of the big lebowski quotes...).  Maybe I just know deep down that I'm not a very nice person, but I'm also not a very good mean person.  I just get defective tomato gloves due to my wishy washy-ness.  How sad, I hear my tomato gloves tell sad she can't commit to being one way or another.  Poor, misguided soul.  It's a good thing the world is gonna end on May 21st this year, she won't have to suffer her own stupidity and wishywashy-ness for too much longer.  Man, those tomato gloves are mean!  They didn't have to say that part out loud. 

I'm excited and nervous at the same time for the marathon.  I don't know how well I'll deal with leaving Asher overnight someplace, it'll be his first time sleeping someplace that isn't home.  I hope he doesn't think we abandoned him.  I don't wan to give him issues...

Anyway, that's enough of that rambling. 

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Me gusta la noche

It's snowing, then it's not.  It's gonna be that kind of day.  Especially since I'm here until 11 tonight.  And it's so cold out!  You figure I'd be used to it by now.  Oh well, I suppose. 

I started watching
Micmacs today. I love Jean-Pierre Jenuet.  He is probably my favorite directer of all time.  All of his movies make me feel really good.  The music, the feel, the colors and the vibrance.  I don't know what exactly it is that makes his films so good.  They all make me feel so good about humanity.  Even the one where they ate people to survive after world war 1 in FranceI feel that even though there are bad things happening, people are good.  People can be silly and alive and are unique and awesome in their own little ways.  Everyone has something good about them.  And if they don't, they get what's coming to them.  I didn't get to finish Micmacs, I'm about half way through.  It's so good already, though.  It's on blueray, the first of his films I've seen on blueray and it's absolutely beautiful.  Usually I don't like blueray stuff, the action or blue screen stuff makes my head hurt, there is just something jarring about it.  The blueray on here, though, man, it comes off perfectly beautiful. 

Anyway, I should get to work, right?  Yeah...

Here's some fun music.  Do you even listen to it?  Probably not.  But I do. 

Thursday, January 6, 2011

And if I forget, or god forbid, die too soon

I DMed gamma world again last night.  It went pretty well.  Crazy Chicken people, mutated sentient plant warriors, crazy zombies psuedo hawaiian-jamacian shopkeepers.  All in a day's work, right? 

I'm feeling a little down about myself today. This will be a short blog so I don't do that thing I do with the really long pointlessly boring blogs that are just me saying the same stuff I say other times in other blogs on other days that I feel a little down about myself. 

I'm thinking about taking fencing lessons.  Or trying Zumba.  Any suggestions or comments or attagirls or oh man, you won't make its? 

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Children spinning around til they fall down, down, down


Sometimes I think people are too critical of others.  Everyone has flaws and faults as we all well know, right?  I think it's a good thing when people try to change themselves and even if they fail, well, they tried, right?  And maybe they will try again.  Perhaps it wasn't the right time in their lives to make that change?  And I agree, some people will just give up, that's just how it is and who they are. Like me, for example.  I try to change, I fail, I try something else, I don't know... I feel I'm in a pretty good place in life right now.  I almost asked you to confirm this but I won't.  I like where my life is right now.  I don't know where I'm going with this. Sorry about that. 

Speaking of life....these bird kills are bothering me.  The Arkansas one on New Years Day, the Louisiana one the next day and now the one in Sweden in addition to the massive fish kill in the river near where the Arkansas birds were found.  I know that these are coincidences.  It just bothers me for some reason.  I mean, I know that these things are not the sign of the coming apocolypse (don't worry, I won't have to turn 30 this year or turn into a zombie or a lich or anything like that, rapture is 3 days before my birthday) but I don't know why I can't stop thinking about them.  My science sense is tingling.  I guess I'm just pretty interested in it, I'd like to see what the actual cause is determined.

Anyway...this post, not so good,eh?  Oh, here, I'll tell you a short story.

So two days ago I was out sampling with Hopkins (the guy I went on the algae trip to Put in Bay with last summer) and we were getting out of the car.  I stepped down on the ground and then I was on the ground, that fast.  I didn't even have time to think about what happened or see the ice before I was half way under the car.  It was like an icy ninja had just taken me completely by suprise with it's crazy kung fu action (I know ninjas don't use kung fu but apparently crazy icy ninjas don't know that).  I accepted my defeat by sitting on the ground for a few breaths before picking myself off the ground granny style and then walking the rest of the way like I was worried about another crazy icy ninja fracturing my fragile hips.  Hopkins was laughing at me, and some lady in the parking lot was laughing at me, too.  It was pretty funny.  Hopkins did make sure to ask me if I was alright before he laughed at me for the better part of five minutes.  Eh, maybe you had to be there.

Music.  I'm feeling...well, believe it or not I'm not feeling zombies today.  Here's your music. 

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Well, we will never die, it should come as no suprise

I'm coming down from a pretty stressful weekend due to some bad news at work that blew over finally.  I really don't want to talk about it any more than that. 

Ry's bday party on Sat was really nice, we had a good time.  Played some scatergories (can someone please tell me why Clowntopia doesn't count as a country? It should!) and creationary, which is pictionary with legos.  It's super fun but there aren't enough legos of each color.  It's acutally much harder than it sounds. 

Sunday we went to Momocho, a modern mexican restaurant in Ohio City.  It was super good and fun.  We went with Ry's friend from work, Joseph, and his boyfriend Mike. 

I'm really not feeling writing today.  My office is so cold my fingers aren't working right and I should probably get back to work anyway...

Music?  Sure.  More zombie themed music?  Of course (maybe....)