Random things

-- So my dad has decided I am a jinx since the Baby Pens lost 2-1 last night. Heh.

-- Going to hockey with my dad also gave me a chance to pimp a few shows to him. He's gotten on this kick in the past year of so where he's figured out what torrenting is so he's been catching every TV show that he finds the least bit interesting. Lost is the big one. He really loved that one. But I'm planning to bring the first seasons of Supernatural and Arrested Development up there later on for him to check out. Maybe he'll actually try them out this time. I'm not sure about SPN, and I'm pretty sure he'll either adore AD or hate it with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, but I'll take my chances.

-- I have chapters to write today. HMPH. Must get chapters done today and tomorrow, as I have no clue what having a shiny new full-time job will do about denting my writing time. But hey, for $10.50 an hour, I'll take my chances.

-- This icon is everything I love about television in one shiny package.

When the hell did I become a politics junkie?

I had to pull myself away from the ONTD_P live post on the health care bill because I'd already wasted an hour on it. Well, not wasted. Whatever, I was supposed to be writing and instead I was banging my head off things because "OMG 2000 PAGES IS REALLY HEAVY, YOU GUYS!" is not actually an argument against a health care bill. Against when a pamphlet might be too large to pass out on street corners, yes. Against phone books and encyclopedias being thrown into a crowd at a sporting event on Here, Read This When You Get Bored Night, definitely. Against complex health care reform legislation? Not so much.

I'm writing now, though. I had to go replace my cheap headphones with the wireless ones that ... well, they're also cheap, but they're huge and I don't like wearing them all the time, except now I have to because the other ones are starting to fuck up on one side. But now that I have headphones to use to zone out everything, I can focus on writing. WOOHOO!

In other news, last night at the game my dad was telling me about how when my mom was pregnant with me, they went to a Queen concert (which I already knew) and were on the floor of Madison Square Garden surrounded by people smoking pot and getting a contact high as a result. That explains a lot about how I turned out, actually. (It's also kind of hilarious that my dad's reaction to me saying I really do have to smoke once one of these days just to try it was to warn me about doing it when I might get drug-tested. I love my parents. :D)

And then in the car:

Dad: *flips through channels on the satellite radio, gets to the rap station, leaves it on for a full minute while solemnly bobbing his head*
Me: *stares at him*
Dad: "You know what? This song either needs to be turned up all the way, or turned off as violently as possible."

Heeeeeeeee.

Well, that explains a lot.

You know what I've eaten today?

Half a Lean Pocket, a bowl of oatmeal, a cucumber, two string cheese sticks, about twenty Wheat Thins, and about as many Tootsie Rolls.

Oh, and a steady line of large cups of hot tea.

But, yeah. A real meal might be a good idea eventually today. Urgh.

You guys. YOU GUYS.

Look what Clex did.



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