Miyavi's wife had their baby today! It's a girl! I'm not sure why I have so much affection towards him and his family but I am just ridiculously excited right now.

Neither myself nor my mother was born with the housewife gene. The sad thing is that we both wish we had: we dream of lemon-scented kitchens and sun-soaked patios, butterfly gardens and pantries filled with home made jams and pickled garden vegetables. Oh, if only our lives could be like that of a Food Network celebrity, with al fresco dinner parties every other evening and with a house so clean, shiny and compartmentalized that Martha Stewart herself would die of envy.

This is not the life we lead.

Not to say that the chaotic lifestyle we lead isn't of our own doing, but in our defense I will point out that household tasks such as folding laundry and "putting things away" (much less finding a place for things in the first place) go against our baser nature. We've read too many fantasy novels as children, you see: in fantasy novels, there is no talk of labelling spice jars, or cleaning out the fridge when that soggy bag of unused tomato bits finally topples and spills out all over the bottom shelf. The heroines in fantasy novels have magic to do those things for them! And even if some of them don't live in a magical land where the dishes do themselves, they're usually too preoccupied with battling evil to worry about the state of their kitchens.

This is, more or less, the problem at hand: we are still waiting for the dishes to magically do themselves. So far, though, it hasn't happened. And there hasn't been any evil afoot within our battling capabilities, although we are constantly vigilant for an opportunity to go on an extraordinary adventure (hopefully involving wood elves or enchanted rings) to present itself. All this wishing and waiting around for something bigger and better and more magical has left us a bit disenchanted (and hopeless) with things like bathroom cleaning solutions and Swiffer Wet Jets. So, clueless, we look to television, where Giada and the Barefoot Contessa are blithely leading their sun-shiney, lemon-scented lives with nary a mop to be seen, and we wonder why our home doesn't look like theirs.

( Graphics challenges are my new favorite waste of time )

I like the first one but not the last one. It's surprisingly difficult to find good pictures of genuine Kenyan models. I don't get it, they're so much more lovely than the typical Eastern European fare.

Listen to me, talking about models like they're gourmet cheeses. You'd think I was interested in the fashion industry or something. Pffft, yeah right. -shifty-

So, I think iPoddington is leaving me. He It keeps skipping the last ten or fifteen seconds of all my songs. Not to mention it crashed and I had to reformat it the other day. Oh, iPoddington, you know I cannot live without you. I'm sure you are also aware that I do not have a job, and therefore cannot afford to replace you. Why do you do this to me, baby? What did I ever do to you? I've told you a hundred times, that kitchen sink incident was a total accident, and I swear I didn't lay a finger on that iPod Touch! I thought you knew me better than that!

( Argh. Hopefully Patrick Wolf will distract you from the fact that I am a crazy person. )

Oh my god this morning I wrote an essay on cat pee. AND POSTED IT. Like, I just read it and was like "I did not write that. Please, let this be a nightmare."

ARGH OH WELL IT STAYS. That's the most I've written in like 6 months, except for an essay on Alexander the Great. If my muse requires diatribes on cat pee to reboot, so be it.

OH HAY LOOK WHAT I FOUND GUYS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HGoAU5D9po

And then check out the other videos from TroupDeLoup because he/she has all kinds of really really epic b-side from the Wolfman. This one just happens to be my favorite (it was released on The Spinster which is the EP that came out with The Bachelor, BTW).

One of the greatest torments of my life is stumbling around the house in the morning to find cat pee in a place where cat pee really ought not to be. Over the years, my feline friends have found some remarkably creative places to relieve themselves: on the couch, on a pile of clean towels, behind the toilet where it can sit for days before it's found...you get the point. Honestly, up until this morning, I thought there was nothing my cats could possibly think up that would faze me anymore.

One of them must really have a grudge against us humans, though, because they have really outdone themselves this time.

As I yawningly stumbled into the kitchen this morning, I didn't smell anything amiss (that's one of the dangers to watch out for in my house: your nose is one of the last things to wake up in the morning, so you have to tread carefully to make sure you don't step/sit/put your hand in something before your brain has had the chance to register the weird smell in the room). But as I stood there trying to make the executive decision on what to have for breakfast (a bowl of oatmeal or oatmeal crepes? My conundrum of the day), I noticed an odd, sticky sort of sheen on the stove top. A soggy potholder, saturated with yellow and looking distinctly downtrodden, lay on one of the burners.

I turned around and looked at the Ninjas, who had turned away from their breakfast and were eyeing me balefully, and yes, I yelled at them. Not only did I yell at them (the sound can only be described as "yaaargh!"), but I furiously demanded for them to release the name of the culprit along with the names of any accomplices. They didn't answer me. I didn't really expect them to, though, because as everyone knows, cats never reveal their secrets. Or snitch on their mates! This is a fact.

Of course, we always keep a bottle of Fantastik around for these kinds of incidents (why we use Fantastik and not Lysol like normal people, I have no idea), so I just doused the stove and the surrounding counter top (i.e. the entire kitchen) in the stuff and plopped down on the couch--after checking for youknowwhat, of course--to watch TV for a few minutes while the disinfectant did its thing. The potholder, poor unlucky bastard, got tossed into the laundry. Probably it will end up in the trash--such is the sacrifice we make for our obstinate animal friends.

I went for the bowl of oatmeal, by the way. After much sanitizing and settling of the stomach.

THE BACHELOR IS THE BEST THING TO COME OUT OF HUMANITY EVER.

I am so sorry, Patrick Wolf. I never should have doubted your genius.

PS OMG HE HIRED A CHORUS

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Happy birthday, Matthieu Bellamie!

Can't. Breathe. -WHEEZE-


I watched bits of Dark Knight Yesterday on Blu-ray and I was disappointed for two reasons:

ONE It was a lame movie and

TWO Watching a Blu-ray movie sucks! It looks like a soap opera. I do not approve.


I am online Christmas shopping for Bryan online while he is in the same room and he doesn't even know it.  Ha! I am the master of sneakitude.

BTW Anna thanks to those ear buds I got to dig out my iPod and give it a whole new playlist and it's at home charging right now. I have newly christened it iPoddington. The poor thing had to be reformatted to get it running again.

Your result for What's your key signature?...

A Major

I hope you know how to boogie.

Take What's your key signature? at HelloQuizzy

BTW Anna your boyfriend has pretty hair, way to nab 'em eh eh?

Apparently, tomorrow is a very important day in history. It will either be the beginning of a new era in terms of science and the way we look at the universe, or it will be the day a bunch of dumb scientists manufacture a black whole that swallows up the entire planet and ends life as we know it. I am talking, of course, about the Hadron Super Collider: www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/09/08/lhc.collider/index.html

I am excited. Are you excited? Of course you're excited, we get to see anti-matter! Or die horrifically. I do hope it works out, though, because I'd really like to see this Big Bang business wrapped up in my lifetime. And although permanent band practice cancellation sounds appealing, I'd rather not be sucked into a black hole.

Oh, and September 10th also happens to be my dad's birthday. Hopefully it won't be his last, ha, ha!

Last night went way better than I ever expected. I marked time correctly, I managed to actually play, and I didn't pass out even though my heart was beating about a million miles a second. My mouthpiece did fall off twice when we were marching up to the ram bowl, but I don't think it was really my fault so it's not a huge deal. I think the best part was being up in the stands. The drumline randomly starts playing, and everyone dances and chants. Andrew dances like a freak, in a good way.

I haven't been able to feel my left thumb since Tuesday night's practice. If I lose my thumb, I'm suing Riverview! XD

It's 12:09 right now, and Anna said she'd be coming at 11:30...I put my laundry in the dryer at 11:50 and set it for 40 minutes. Cutting it close, much? DRIVE SLOW PLS.

Tom's still dead, nothing new there. Thanks for commenting, you guys. <3

/really boring entry.

Tom's dead. He was staggering around and looking really disoriented yesterday, so I knew it was coming. I felt horrible, though, because the power went out as this was happening and my mom made me spend the night with them at Grace's house. Basically we sat in the air conditioning while he sweltered in the heat on the verge of death. I was so angry at my mother. It was like leaving a puppy locked in the car on a summer afternoon.

But she was feeling (rightly) guilty, so apparently she walked back to our house in the middle of the night to stay with him. Nothing like a good combination of guilt and alcohol. Ken went and picked her up this morning before I went to school and from the tone of her voice I knew he was dead. She's really bad at hiding that stuff.

Anyway, long story short, I came home from school and checked his cage and there was a bundled up towel where Tom usually was. I only just now went to look at his corpse.

I won't be able to really grasp the situation until the football game is over. I can't afford to be a baby about it now.

Speaking of which: 2 hours and 16 minutes until the game. Go Rams. *weary air punch*

Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog

If you have not yet seen this masterful short film of epic awesomeness and lulz, you need to. Now. It's only a matter of time before they start charging money for it, and you really cannot afford to miss it. IT'S A SUPER VILLAIN MUSICAL, PEOPLE. You really do need to watch it.

AHH I FINALLY FINISHED IT LAST NIGHT. I think I had between 65 and 70 layers by the time I was done, about half of which were discarded of course. It's a bit...random, but I had such a fun time making it, and I'm rather pleased.


BTW Katie if you're reading this, this is why I ditched you on MSN last night. XD I felt pretty bad because that was the first proper conversation we'd ever really had and I was like "yeah, I have to go so I can Photoshop." But then, I think our conversation about the abuse of our fingers and toes had pretty much worn itself out anyway.

The movie Soul Men is cursed!

Bernie Mac was in the middle of filming a movie called Soul Men when he suddenly got sick and died. A day later, his co-star Isaac Hayes randomly keeled over his treadmill and also died.



!!!!!!! GET OFF THE PROJECT BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.

GUESS WHO JUST GOT BREAKING DAWN. BOOOOH YEAH.

Honestly, as excited as I am, reading the back of the book made me wonder why I throw away all of my self respect in order to read this series. I found the stickers that came with my copy to be especially embarrassing. As bad a reputation as Harry Potter has, I never got a sticker that said "Harry & Ginny 4ever" with any of the books.

Also thank you guys for giving me such insightful advice about the whole trombone issue. I think I'll stick around until the first football game, and if it doesn't bring the sense of elation and accomplishment that everyone's promising, I'll drop it. But for now, BAND CAMP IS OVER! YAY! I would dance in the streets, but it's raining really hard and plus my toe is about to fall off from all the marching.

It's funny because I'm so happy now, but about three hours ago I was just as miserable as I've been all week, which was one of the more miserable weeks I'd had in a while. I think I was just pissy because I couldn't get my stupid vampire book, LOL. I don't like to think I'm really that immature, but you never know. XD