apocalypsos | Jul. 28th, 2007

Jul. 28th, 2007

Look! I'm conscious!

\o/

And I didn't even have to type this post out by banging my face repeatedly on the keyboard. SCORE.

EDIT: Aaaaaand there's nothing on TV for what looks like the entire day, unless I want to watch awful movies on the Sci-Fi Channel, which I'm really not in the mood for. Hmm. Boy, what would really be nice is if I possessed a large collection of recorded films to watch and enjoy for free over the entire day. Mmm-hmm.

... involves trying to get my MP3 player to work again.

Which, hey, last night when I was cleaning I found the charger so good for me on that count. I at least got the damn thing to get some power, but the computer's still not registering it.

Well, I've got all damn day to work on it, although I really want to work on the Pulse recap today while I'm sitting around.

Oh, and I also found the pentacle I lost, so ... you know, awesome. :)

Next up, Movie Quotes Tag.

I'm not quite done with the Movie Quotes Tag post, so I figured I'd say why I picked Planned Parenthood as my charity.

My mom got pregnant when she was eighteen. My grandparents, who were the strict types who weren't above smacking their kids around -- the grandkids heard about the wooden spoon smackings many a time -- turned around and told my mom that she didn't have to get married to my dad if she didn't want to, that she didn't have to give up art school if she didn't want to, that they'd do whatever they could to help her if she wanted to keep the baby. My grandparents, who anybody in my family will admit could be real jerks sometimes, were loving and supportive and helpful, so every time I see those shouting fuckers standing in front of clinics I want to hit things.

My mom had a choice and she chose me.

And I'm happy about both of those. :)

Okay, here's how it works, for those of you who've never played before. (And if you haven't played before, make sure you read the rules! I am not responsible for anybody smacking you upside the head in comments because you didn't bother reading the rules.)

-- I give you ten movie quotes. You're only allowed to guess ONE quote out of the ten. If you comment with more than one answer, my minions will carry you off into the wild blue yonder, dip you in cake frosting and feed you to the dragons.

-- If you're the first person to guess correctly which movie the quote is from -- and you have to wait until I or whoever posted the quotes gives you the thumbs-up -- you can post three more movie quotes in the comments for people to guess. People may only guess ONE quote from each group. If you guess a quote correctly from several different groups, you can post however many new quotes you're allowed in one comment. Please put "More Quotes" in the subject line so others know where to look to guess.

-- You may NOT use IMDb or any other search engine to help you guess quotes, but you may use them to make sure your three new submissions are correct if you have to.

-- Try not to use quotes from the same movies over and over again. It's inevitable that some will get used more than once, but at least try for a little variety.

-- Don't use quotes that are too vague. You may be tempted to use, "I'll be back," but Schwartzenegger's used that quote in how many movies now?

And now, the quotes ...

1. Char1: You're offering me a job?
Char2: Uh huh.
Char1: The waitresses hate me!
Char2: You wait till you've given them crabs. Then you'll really know hatred. -- Cocktail, guessed by

nomelon

2. Char1: You know what an older women does for me?
Char2: Changes your diapers?
Char1: Touché. -- Pretty in Pink, guessed by

bexone

3. We had a college fund set aside for you! That's gone now! You had free room and board, two trusting parents and a social life. All gone! You had a TV, a stereo, baseball, tennis racket, a skateboard, a bicycle - All gone! You even had sunlight and a window in your room! -- License to Drive, guessed by

kymbr

4. I knew the $64,000 question was fixed. There's no way anybody could know that much about opera! -- Stand By Me, guessed by

marinwood

5. Is it just me, or does every woman in Queens have some kind of an emotional problem? -- Coming To America, guessed by

clex_monkie89

6. Little brown eel comes out of the cave... Swims into the hole... Comes out of the hole... Goes back into the cave again... It's not too good is it, Chief? -- Jaws, guessed by

gehayi

7. It's like he's trying to speak to me, I know it. [To the other character] Look, you're really cute, but I can't understand what you're saying. Say the first thing again. -- Finding Nemo, guessed by

hawklaw

8. Char1: Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?
Char2: You don't need any help from me, sir.
Char1: That's right! -- Clue, guessed by

mostlyharmless

9. Char1: I TOLD YOU! How great is Jesus?
Char2: Yeah, um, about that... I've decided to devote my life to Satan instead. Thanks, though! -- Saved!, guessed by

rosetapestry

10. But I don't care about them. I chose to open my heart to you two lovely children and your hideous primate. -- Series of Unfortunate Events, guessed by

txtequilanights

It's going to be stuffed full of comments after today. :)

So, just to make this one easy -- pimp something!

Pimp anything in the comments. Movies, TV shows, books, comics, your favorite conditioner, those potato chips you can't get enough of, whatever. Anything at all that more people should know about because they'd like it, pimp away!

(For the record, I'm going to continue to pimp Pushing Daisies until I'm blue in the face.)

seimaisin asked me what I would name my World Series of Pop Culture team if I formed one right now.

Okay, if I were picking the team names -- and my dad would HAVE to be on the team, the ginormous fanboy that he is, so he'd probably have a say and I doubt he'd want any of these -- and if it were right now, it'd be one of these three:

1. We Make It Work, and we'd all dress like Project Runway contestants.

2. Honey for the Homeless, which is from Pushing Daisies, and we could dress like Emerson, Chuck, and Ned or something.

3. I don't know, something from Supernatural, and we'd all wear jeans and leather jackets and shitkicker boots.

But, yeah, my dad would have to be a team member. In which case we'd definitely need a music person, since we both suck at it.

-- MP3 player ... still not working. It looks like a problem I've had before, though, so I just have to work on it.

-- All you people who told me about the Deadliest Catch marathon? Bastards, the lot of you. *does not need another fannish addiction* Um, Blake's hot. Mmm.

-- I think I'm going to set up an Amazon wishlist for my birthday. I'm turning thirty, damn it. I think I've earned the right to be a little grabby this year. :)

Probably one of the nicer photos my brother's taken of himself, if you can ignore the blurry emo factor:

Why did I unleash myself on Amazon? Huh, why? Because I have no money and so I'm window-shopping with pretend money, and it's a lot of "I want that" in that dreamy sort of voice that my friend Jess made when she was talking about getting her iPod. ("I want the pink one!" "Er, maybe I should come with you to get it.")

Granted, most of the stuff I'm putting on this wishlist is, like, more pens and more notebooks and candy because I really need more of them. *nods solemnly*

But ... but ... colored Sharpies! And pens that smell like fruit! And more graph notebooks! *flails*

I really need to come up with some more books I want to put on the list. 'Cause I don't have nearly as many books as I'd like. When I moved here I was going to up to my eyeballs in paperbacks and ... nothin'. All of my books fit onto the side shelves of my entertainment center. *sigh*

PORN!

\o/

... yeah, I couldn't really think of anything intelligent to say. :)

-- I have a headache. The kind that usually goes away after a nice long nap. *sigh*

-- I think I'll spend some time working on sketching out the new novel. Which should be all kinds of fun, considering I think I threw out all of my index cards last night. (No, really, this is SERIOUS. I am missing office supplies. *whimpers*)

-- I haven't seen the cat all damn day. I wonder if I threw him out, too.

-- You know what I should do? Rewrite my userinfo.

-- Now, this is an easy way to kill some time. *beams*

I still have to add more books though. Hmm.

... you know, 'cause I'm sitting here thinking about how I'm supposed to be working on my fanfic and yet there's plans for original fic tacked up on my walls.

Any of you fanfic writers got any original fiction planned? Or working on any right now?

I mean, I know some of you are but it always feel better to see other people obsessed with multitasking. :)

(Besides, some of you people NEED to be published, honestly.)

Okay, so, um. A topic.

Ooo! How about what the Books of Boggs is about, for those of you who don't already know?

The Books of Boggs is about a guy named Sean Patrick Boggs who ... well, his life kind of sucks. He works a series of dead-end entry-level minimum-wage jobs, he's not exactly a ladies' man, his life is constantly in danger, and he's got magical powers. Okay, he's got them, but I never said he had control over them. That would be fortuitous, but instead things blow up when he sneezes and windows shatter when he stubs his toe and anything and everything can happen whenever he's around and he can't stop it. Which, you know, isn't helping with that whole people-trying-to-kill-him thing.

So, yeah. *beams*

Still watching Deadliest Catch. Oh, man, I think you guys got me hooked on this. *hangs head*

Also, I should probably call my mom and tell her she can bring around relatives any time she wants next week because the apartment is frighteningly spotless.

Now I just have to come up with a gimmick that I haven't seen before. Hmm.

Also, I really want to take a picture of my shelf o' notebooks but I don't have batteries for my camera. *sigh* You'd think I would have used most of them up by now, and yet most of them stopped getting filled when I'd get distracted by some shinier newer model with a nicer cover and graph paper.

I think I'll go play with my gel pens and make myself some grits for dinner.

You know, I'm always happy for people who get to go to cons and get their stuff signed and meet the actors and whatnot. God knows that's always fun, and I hope everybody I know has a good time at things like that.

But ... I don't know. Lately it's just another one of those things I wish I could do and can't afford to. I can't go to anything right now without a miracle, so inevitably I just feel jealous. Which sucks, really, because I don't want to ruin it for anybody else. But I feel like crap and like nothing's ever going to happen for me (even though I will and I know it and I know I need to stop kicking myself in the ass like that) and like I'm just going to be this ginormous lonely failure for the rest of my life and WOE.

Woooooooeeeeeeeee.

On the other hand, still have my gigantic lollipop. :)

Still working on getting my MP3 player to work.

Still have a ginormous headache.

Still need to work on something other than my MP3 player and my birthday wishlist on Amazon.

BLAAAAAAARGH.

I was supposed to eat junk food all day, damn it, and all I've eaten since I woke up is scrambled eggs, toast, and popsicles. (I'm not counting the steady intake of Pepsi, which considering my usual intake is not really impressive.)

You know what I just realized? I haven't watched gay porn since my laptop got sent in to Compaq. Heh.

Okay, seriously, I'm going to go get myself some damn food now.

I'm fed, the cat's fed, and I think I got my MP3 player working.

*twirls*

Also, Kat von Dee or whatever her name is? The one who's going to be on LA Ink and used to be on (I'm guessing) Miami Ink? The girlfriend of the Lesbian at work has a HUGE crush on her. And I'd never seen her before, but ... uh, she's hot. And tattooed. Hot and tattooed. *adds to Get Out of Heterosexuality Free deck of cards*

That deck's getting kind of big. Heh.

... my entire music folder is being uploaded to my MP3 player. *happy sigh*

Really, that's all I needed today. :)

Except, you know, sooner or later I have to run out and buy a Powerball ticket I probably shouldn't bother wasting a buck on. Oh, well.

On the other hand, two of them and I'd want to take a nap, so ... okay, maybe not so much.

Apparently the Deadliest Catch marathon will be going on for a while, which is YAY at the same time that it's BOOOOO. I want to get other stuff done but I'm too busy drooling over the amount of crab legs I'm saying. Oh, man, that would require SO MUCH BUTTER.

*grabbyhands*

*kicks it in the balls*

Let's just pretend my computer has balls, 'kay?

Me: *sitting in computer chair*
Otis: *jumps up to sit on top of chair and rubs up against my head while purring*
Me: "Awwww." *reaches up and scratches under his chin*
Otis: *waits until my hand is JUST right and snuggles his chin into my palm in such a way so that if I pull my hand away his head will drop like a rock*
Me: "Uh, Otis? Kind of gonna need that hand back ..."
Otis: *purrs louder, doesn't move*

And I really need a nap. Or six. YAWN.

You can still sponsor my tired headache-ridden ass, you know. *pokes you all*

I'm going to take a shower. Maybe that'll wake me up.

... another twelve hours of this doesn't seem so bad when you're watching guys spend eighteen hours hauling big old traps full of crabs out of Alaskan waters. :)

If I didn't have to stay up right now, you know I'd be bouncing off the walls right now unable to sleep and wanting to stay up until next week or something.

But I do, so now all I want to do is go to sleep and not wake up until tomorrow afternoon. *sigh*

You know, maybe I should have saved the cleaning for tonight. It would have least have given me something to keep me awake. (Not that I don't have stuff to keep me awake, I just don't feel like doing them unless they involve unconsciousness.)

Okay, I completely missed it the first time when they were showing the Deadliest Catch special and that one cameraman fell in the hatch. And then when I thought they were done with that, they showed it again! Dude, my entire body hurts just looking at that! OW.

Ooo, ooo! You know what I found yesterday when I was cleaning? My Titanic coloring book! Which I've never colored in because I didn't want to ruin it, but really, is coloring in a coloring book really ruining it? (I guess it's supposed to be a "learn your history!" type of coloring book, because it's very detailed. It's very, "And now you color in the smokestack before it falls and squishes a bunch of people!") And I found my colored pencils, too! \o/

I think I'll have a hell of a better time working on notes and stuff once all this music is on my Zen. Mmm-hmm.

Dear wisdom tooth,

What, you've got to throb like a measly little bitch NOW?! Asstard.

Sincerely,

Me

Give me an everyday object and a line of dialogue and I'll try to work them into the original fic I'm going to work on next.

("Try" being the operative word there. Heh. ;))

Usually by now on a Saturday night there have been at least two or three drunken idiots stumbling past my front door yelling at the top of their lungs.

If that's the kind of good luck I'm going to have to settle for these days, I'll totally trade it in for the monetary kind.

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