Don't mind me if it's quiet around here.

Busy busy busy. I'll post soon. Really.

Already sick of it.

I don't know about you, but the latest Michael Jackson debacle is already old news to me. (I could post links to relevant news sources on the web, but... Just go to CNN.com. They're providing by the second updates.) I was watching the mother of all news networks last night while I constructed the Christmas tree, and rather than report on relevant world events, every 5 seconds brought more talk of "Wacko Jacko." Regardless of any other actions or choice of lifestyle, I pity the guy who's saddled with such a stupid nickname by media. News flash - two days ago: MJ is arrested. Negotiations are underway for his surrender. Breaking news for which they interrupte my soap opera AGAIN (Don't they know Days is better now than it has been in years, and I can't miss a second? Thank God I work nights.) - yesterday: MJ is booked in Santa Barbera! In an hour, he is free on $3 mil bail and goes back to Las Vegas! Wow!! Incidentally, he is in Vegas shooting a video for his new album which came out Tuesday and sold less copies than the mp3 of JSP singing faux God Rock.

So. CNN. I know you think this is what America wants to hear about. Maybe they do - I hope not. Michael Jackson has problems. This is not news. Everyone on the planet knows it. One of those problems may be an unhealthy desire regarding little boys. Fine. If he's hurting children, I understand. That's newsworthy. But I could swear we did this story a few years back. If America's all abuzz over Michael's persistantly naughty behavior, let's just throw him in jail already. We can do that, right? He's gotten strange enough that we can ignore the rule about valued celebrities never being punished for their behavior and just toss him in the pokey, can't we? It's not like we haven't tucked away unsavory elements in dark corners before because it makes us feel like we're doing the "right" thing. Then the media can go back to reporting on something relevant, like how bad of a fuck-up Bush is. Please give me a candidate worth replacing him with. Please. I'm really begging over here.

P.S. - American Media (That includes you, radio!): I hate you. You suck, and you're full of shit.

P.P.S. - I used lots of links today. I feel strangely dirty.

Alright, alright...

I don't exactly live in fear of being discovered, but maybe that's just not fare for public discussion.

I really love jalepeno poppers. The kind with cream cheese. Yum. Can't eat enough.

Friday Five

1. Using one adjective, describe your current living space. Cozy.

2. Using two adjectives, describe your current employer. ... I hate this. Forget adjectives. He reminds me of my uncle. Nice guy.

3. Using three adjectives, describe your favorite hobby/pasttime. I'm just ignoring these last few questions.

4. Using four adjectives, describe your typical day. I thought this would be a fun F.F., but now I'm growing to dislike it.

5. Using five adjectives, describe your ideal life. One with no bananas.

Go sign the petition to put Saruman back in LOTR:Return of the King.

What a world, what a life...

I'm still happy. It's crazy.

I got to see the final few episodes of BTVS, thanks to FX. After seeing them, I'm not as irate as I was about the way storylines wrapped as I was just reading wildfeeds. It's not quite the way I would have ended things, but it was good enough for me. Craig, are you getting the new season of Angel over there yet? Chock full of Spikey goodness.

What else is new? Well, I'm not working out like I should, and I'm throughly shamed. I have tons of free time today, maybe I'll spare a half hour and go exercise. Better yet, I'll wait until my husband is home and make him go too. When did he get so big? When we met, he was tall and scrawny. Now he's all beefy. I shudder to think how big his arms could actually get if he lifted on a regular basis. But then again... kinda over the scrawny guy thing and into the muscles now. ~Grin~

Just for nostalgia's sake, what was I posting a year ago around this time? Let's see...

An Open Letter to the Guy in the White Van.
The traffic was stopped, and I didn't pull ahead so people like you could still pull out into the other lane. Several other people made it past me with no problem. But you don't seem to be very aware of the size of your vehicle. You clipped my bumper with your big white piece of crap. I have white paint on my bumper now. You noticed that you hit me. I know you did. But you just weren't going to acknowledge your f@#! up at all, were you? No, it's no big deal that you cut your turn too close and HIT MY CAR, you've got places to be. I wish I could have followed your inept a$$ all the way across town and pointed out what a hapless idiot you are and made you give my money for the paint job that will be necessary if i want to cover up the ugly white blotch on my red car. I will have to settle for hoping that the fates are kind and give you just what you deserve... something along the lines of genital warts.

All of you out there on the roads, you're idiots. I hate you. Haaaaaaaaaate.

Ah, good times.

It's better than being the damn Unicorn.

You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."

Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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I am 56% evil.




I'm getting there. I haven't done all the damage I could do but I've done quite a bit. I'm just over the border into the Evil Zone.


Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com


(Oh, Seth Green...Why do I find you so sexy? I bet you used to skate.)



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My Smurf Name is Megatron Smurf.

I need a career.

I'm not going to bemoan the fact any longer that I totally blew my one brief previous college experience. I'm sick and tired of feeling guilty for everything I know I messed up in my past. Moving on. But I need to go back. That much is clear to me. I like working at the market right now; it's fine. But it's not a career, it's just something I'm doing right now. There are so many factors to consider, so many possible paths. What about my husband's job? Will we be moving again? What about my son and his daycare? Should I go back to school, or should I find a job and try to move up the ladder that way? I hate not having the answers, and even more I hate the total confusion that I seem tangled in whenever I try to think about my future. Doing just school isn't an option. Work has to be in there somewhere. What direction to take? I know what I have passing interests in, but a career? Does it need to be something I can do anywhere? My husband has moved us to 3 different jobs since we got married. I don't know if I can count on staying in one place for a very long time. If I do decide to go back to school, how the hell do I start? I finished my short stint in school before without even getting a 2.0. Suffice to say that my priorities were not in order. So I'm kind of a mess over all this stuff. I wish I would just have an epiphany and know what the right thing to do was, so I could do it and not think myself to death.

You try telling him he's wrong.

Me: Son, go look out the window.
Son: ~Looks outside~ It's snowing!
Me: Yeah, isn't that great?
Son: It's Christmas! Santa is coming!
Me: ...Dammit.