May. 10th, 2007
Random stuff
May. 10th, 2007 08:43 am-- I should be going out and being responsible and getting new brake pads on my car, and instead I'm using the cat sitting on my lap as an excuse not to move. Which means that he should jump down to the floor any minute now.
-- After doing this NSFW sketch last night my brain apparently wants me to go out and buy a new sketchbook and drawing pencils. Yeah, thanks, brain. Because God knows I've got scads of free time already. *eye roll*
-- Lesson #3,245 in why I should not go anywhere near the TWoP forums ... watching people piss and moan in the Shear Genius thread about how Tabatha's picking on Tyson and making it harder for him in challenges. Oh, you mean like when he picked her last for the unconventional tool challenge? And when he ran in and grabbed a bunch of the feathers she was about to take in the very first episode? Yeah, that's really a one-sided rivalry there. And those disadvantages seem to work so well for both of them, don't they, considering whichever challenge they get fucked over in they immediately turn around and kick ass in. Le sigh. (I love them both, so. *hands in air* Hey, I sat through the Weaver family's pathetic excuse for Christian values, Jonathan and Victoria, TAR All-Stars, Top Chef's downward spiral into an Afterschool Special on middle-school bullying as produced by Ashton Kutcher and friends, and whatever the hell season three of Project Runway was. Tabatha and Tyson's rivalry is NOTHING.)
-- My toilet is clogged. Goddamn it. I have to go up to my parents's house and borrow their plunger. (Actually, what I really need to do is buy one, but whatever.)
-- It's the first day of my work shift today. I haven't slept more than four hours at a time in the last four days. GYAH.
-- After doing this NSFW sketch last night my brain apparently wants me to go out and buy a new sketchbook and drawing pencils. Yeah, thanks, brain. Because God knows I've got scads of free time already. *eye roll*
-- Lesson #3,245 in why I should not go anywhere near the TWoP forums ... watching people piss and moan in the Shear Genius thread about how Tabatha's picking on Tyson and making it harder for him in challenges. Oh, you mean like when he picked her last for the unconventional tool challenge? And when he ran in and grabbed a bunch of the feathers she was about to take in the very first episode? Yeah, that's really a one-sided rivalry there. And those disadvantages seem to work so well for both of them, don't they, considering whichever challenge they get fucked over in they immediately turn around and kick ass in. Le sigh. (I love them both, so. *hands in air* Hey, I sat through the Weaver family's pathetic excuse for Christian values, Jonathan and Victoria, TAR All-Stars, Top Chef's downward spiral into an Afterschool Special on middle-school bullying as produced by Ashton Kutcher and friends, and whatever the hell season three of Project Runway was. Tabatha and Tyson's rivalry is NOTHING.)
-- My toilet is clogged. Goddamn it. I have to go up to my parents's house and borrow their plunger. (Actually, what I really need to do is buy one, but whatever.)
-- It's the first day of my work shift today. I haven't slept more than four hours at a time in the last four days. GYAH.
Burger King reminded me ...
May. 10th, 2007 11:29 am... of a fic pet peeve that bothers me more than "Dean is blond!" and Sam's ever-changing eye color. (One which
clex_monkie89 and I were discussing the other day.)
( Sam's eating habits )
( Sam's eating habits )
A collectible Mary Jane figurine that'll make you want to punch the designer.
I think of several things when I see that figurine, once I get past the seething rage.
1. Is it bad that I'm surprised she's even wearing clothes at all?
2. ... okay, seriously, I'm trying to think of something intelligent to say and all I want to do is choke a bitch.
3. My best friend wears thongs to work at our twelve-hours-a-day factory job (hard to miss, considering they ride up every time she bends over) and I just ... I can't even ... I don't know. I can't even wear those things. They're ridiculously uncomfortable and you're going to wear them for anything other than either a night on the town (one of the few situations in which you're usually pretty but uncomfortable) or for a booty call? Seriously?
4. No, really, can I choke a bitch? Or perhaps I should say misogynistic asshat?
I think of several things when I see that figurine, once I get past the seething rage.
1. Is it bad that I'm surprised she's even wearing clothes at all?
2. ... okay, seriously, I'm trying to think of something intelligent to say and all I want to do is choke a bitch.
3. My best friend wears thongs to work at our twelve-hours-a-day factory job (hard to miss, considering they ride up every time she bends over) and I just ... I can't even ... I don't know. I can't even wear those things. They're ridiculously uncomfortable and you're going to wear them for anything other than either a night on the town (one of the few situations in which you're usually pretty but uncomfortable) or for a booty call? Seriously?
4. No, really, can I choke a bitch? Or perhaps I should say misogynistic asshat?