Thursday, January 24, 2008

This is why I usually ignore those ads




This bank of ads accompanied a conversation I was having with my mom about my birthday present. Do I now need to mark google ads as being not safe for work?


Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Not for the easily engrossed

I'm starting to think more memes should involve reading wikipedia articles.
I do feel a bit bad about this, though. I got five books for Christmas, and I've still only read half of one of them.

Instructions:
1. The first article title on the Wikipedia Random Articles page is the name of your band.
2. The last four words of the very last quotation on the Random Quotations page is the title of your album.
3. The third picture in Flickr's Interesting Photos From The Last 7 Days will be your album cover.
4. Use the graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result.


Good news! That Varied Tit is just looking for lunch, not being all dead.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Happy Birthday so far

Being as I'm just crawling into bed now, I'm positive I will be a useless husk come Monday morning. But boy, this has been one of those cockle-warming birthdays, so far.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Stupendousness

I managed to insult my neighbor's religion inadvertantly after 11 at night. This may be a new record for my ability to gnaw on my toes.

They had their music playing loudly enough to wake me from a light doze. While irritating, this is the first time this has happened since I moved in, and compared to every neighbor I've ever had since I started college, this is a new record. So I figure that I'd be polite and knock on the door, rather then try the floor-stomping routine.

I put on a shirt and pants, and go downstairs. Knock knock.

No response. I can hear talking inside.

Hmph. This isn't how I'd planned this to go. Once again, knock knock.

The stereo shuts off completely. I hear something about religion, door, and this time of night. I make a poor judgement at this point, but one that made a certain degree of sense at the time; when I'd gotten home from teaching, I could see through the front window that there were two girls at my door. I figured one of them was my roommate's new convenient distraction, and frowned a bit, since I knew he was out of the apartment eating dinner somewhere else. By the time I'd gotten my bass out of the car, and checked the mailbox, they were on their way down the stairs, and it turned out it was two high schoolers shoving religious tracts into people's doors.

No one appears to be coming to the door, but the stereo is off. I figure they've gotten the hint, and start walking back up the stair. As I reach the landing, the door opens, and there's my neighbor. She looks irritable.

"Oh," I say. "I'm sorry to be a bother, but I have to work in the morning, so I was just hoping you wouldn't mind turning your stereo down."

She nods, and apologizes. I smile and say, "Not to worry, I'm not some late-night Jehovah's Witness or something."

From the look on her face after that comes out of her mouth, I know that was the wrong thing to say. "I am a Jehovah's Witness, actually."

I'm not sure how to react. I'm half-asleep, which makes me muddy as is. Something tells me I should apologize, but I'm not feeling terribly apologetic, and I don't like lying to people when I know I'm not coherent enough to carry it off ever at all. So instead I get all lame and just say, "Hmm, okay."

"Right," she says.

"I, um."

We look at each other awkwardly for a moment. She goes back into her apartment. I walk up the stairs.

Now I can't get back to sleep.

Goddamnit.

Friday, January 11, 2008

You know you've hit rock bottom when...

One Missed Call, a movie only noteworthy for it's creepy mouth-eye poster, currently has a rating on Rotten Tomatoes of 00%.

In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Movie, currently has a rating on Rotten Tomatoes
of 06%.

You know you've failed in life when a Uwe Boll movie has a higher rating than yours does.