That itchy spot in your brain

Belle: may the force be with you, Lisa

Me: Belle, don't give me this bullshit, you are on my side of the bed and you know it, and I'm kicking you out.




Belle: I should've just stuck with being a cuddly ewok....

Yeah, it's true. A girl doesn't hate getting flowers now and then but this mass-produced holiday is almost as lame as the candy hearts that go wih it.

I'm not a bitter person, a hater, or a cynic, but I am easily amused, sarcastic, and totally swept by gratuitous profanity.
In the spirit of such notions:











Ahhhh. Too good.

Maybe i'm morbid, or maybe i'm just a plain sap (morbid sap?) but I find this to be irresistably endearing.

Speaking of morbid, if you ever want to check out the darker stuff I write in the blog I've been sporadically writing in since I was a wee brat, check out Stranger than Fiction. It's twisted and bittersweet but mostly satirical, right down the username I chose (a visible feature in the Livejournal interface), a parody of mindless teenage following.

And speaking of morbid for the third time, and my old journal listed above, I am reminded of an icon I had up for a loooong time ago and was quite fond of- some of you may remember the baby with the fork in the head with the caption 'mmm baby food.' No other words needed. However, I can't recover it anywhere- the computer I had saved it on died long ago and I was recently reminded of this classy relic in a discussion with my bro. (edit- okay I found the picture of the baby, which I originally took from the Ooze site and made into an icon with the capitioning- but here's the rough idea.)


Ah man, how do I get on these tangents?

So yesterday I was sitting in my Cognitive Science class, mindless typing at my laptop when a group of giggling freshman boys pass me this note across the aisle that read "What program do you use?" This is either the worst pick up line in history, a tacky reference to the lecture that I wasn't really paying attention to, or an idiotic inquiry about Microsoft Word (yeah-this is not new technology, folks). Siggggh. Noobs.

Good question.
Since the release of The Burning Crusade , sleep has been scarce

With me being out of the picture, my dogs seized the oppurtunity to take over my bed





(and how could I deny that- look at the ears, the smile, and the leg tuck, damn)

Since my dogs have pretty much taken over everything since then, including this blog, I'll finish out the rest of my story from the perspective of, whadddya know, the pups:

Now that my dogs think that my room is theirs, they seem to want to come and go whenever they please, and most of the time they don't knock. This is not always convenient.

Setting: me probably playing wow at my computer, and probably naked.

cue Belle enter via nose nudge on door:







And it really did happen like that. Little punk is a doorbell ditcher most of the time, sniffing at the door to be let in (if the nose nudge on door fails) and as soon as I open it I see her trotting away. I will have to get a picture sequence of this next time.


I also went to Phoenix the past weekend to visit my great grandparents. They are 94 and sassy!



My great grandfather is an amazing artist (the paiting above in the picture above was painted by him, too)


These are some bandsaws that were out in his shop, I love the tags


Still laying down the law and teaching the younger noobs how to get things done:


and...



And just to finish this out, please tell me you heard about the Aqua Teen Fiasco. Ah, I love it!