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[apocalypsos]

I have my new toys! I have my new toys! See? *shows off new cordless keyboard and mouse* And don't anybody ruin my fun by saying I could have fixed my last keyboard, because it was impossibly broken. Uh, yeah. Also, I found a Bush/Cheney sticker stuck to the bottom of it. Also, possessed by Satan. And ... erm ... I think I saw it making out with Britney Spears.

...

New toys!

In other pretty closely related news, while I was at Best Buy, I walked through the DVD section, which was a desire which could not be denied even in Best Buy. NEVER AGAIN. I bought Saving Private Ryan, Footloose, and The Color Purple, and out of the three of them, only The Color Purple wasn't horribly scratched when I opened it. Footloose was rattling around in the box when I got it, but it was so light I thought it was the insert. It turned out that not only was it scratched, but the little doohickey holding it into the case had snapped off. It plays all right, and it's not like I don't have a spare case to put it in, but this was just ridiculous. So I'm bringing them both back tomorrow to see if I can get them again, but this time fixed, damn it.

I'm also going to stop in Suncoast and pick up Monsters Inc., because ... well, I don't feel I need to explain Boo to you, Warren. :)

EDIT: Tonight on the Ron and Fez show, they were asking people which crappy living singer they would trade to get back a great dead one. I'd trade the lead singer of Nickelback for Jimi Hendrix. And Courtney Love for Kurt Cobain. And Jessica Simpson for Janis Joplin. And Jennifer Lopez for Selena. And Clay Aiken for Young!Elvis. And Michael Bolton for Louis Armstrong.

Hee. I could do this all day long.

CLINICALLY DECEASED CO-WORKER OF EDIT: It would be a hell of a lot easier for me to write when I got home from work if I didn't immediately slip into something vaguely resembling a zombified coma the second I crossed the threshold of my bedroom. *sigh*

Also, did I mention that my engineer on the Metro today was Barry White? Or, at the very least, it sure sounded a hell of a lot like him. I've never heard a Metro driver talk so much since I moved here, and none of them sounded like they wanted to lay all of us down on a shag carpet in front of a fireplace, pour us some champagne, and tell us all about the no-eating laws.

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[brigidsblest.livejournal.com]

Jon Bon Jovi for Jim Morrison. Michael Jackson for Ray Charles. Britney Spears for Billie Holliday. Justin Timberlake for Jerry Garcia. Pretty much anyone from N*Suck for Stevie Ray Vaughn.

You're right, it's addictive.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I can't believe I didn't do one for Jerry Garcia. My Jerry Garcia doll is probably going to smother me in my sleep for that one. (Although you know who I'd trade in? Fred Durst. Blech.)

[gruyere.livejournal.com]

Does it have to be a singer? I'd trade everyone who's ever been on American Idol for Keith Moon.

Surely, someone could be traded for John Lennon. And, erm...can I sacrifice someone to get Moxy Fruvous back together? They're all still alive, but the band as a whole isn't.

[octopedingenue]

I'll trade in some of MY trade-ins to help your trade-in for the reunion of Moxy Fruvous. (Erm, was that sentence in the realms of Earth logic at all?)

[gruyere.livejournal.com]

Indeed it does.

[cmstephens.livejournal.com]

Didst thou say Barry White? If you can count William Hung as an acutal "singer", that trade would be an absolute steal...

[jrosestar.livejournal.com]

Love the new icon.

[wiesbaden.livejournal.com]

Good lord, I'd trade just about anybody for young, svelte Elvis. But especially that guy from Creed. Blech.

[chilledglove.livejournal.com]

I love your icon : )

[cleobourne.livejournal.com]

why is it that all your puter stuff is possessed by the devil?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_redpanda_/]

*waves* Hey! You're the one who loves a good apocalypse, right? Read the end of this article. :)

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Hee! Isn't that the best? I love the Yellowstone caldera disaster theory, too. I'd link to it, but I'm at work. Look it up ... it's really cool and scary. :)

[tamnonlinear.livejournal.com]

DC Metro? There is one driver on the red line who has that Barry White voice. He's a young guy too.

There's one guy that sounds like the geeky cousin on Fresh Prince doing a bad Vegas introduction. You are ta-ravelling on the rrred line to... shay-dee-grove!

There's also a woman who has a very breathy and over-articulated delivery. "This stop is the University of the District of Columbia."

And the last few mornings I've had a very pissed off driver "This is the Grovesnor metro stop. We would like to remind passengers on the platform that this IS a six-car train with THREE doors per train. Please spread out along the platform and make use of all eighteen doors and allow exiting passengers to depart. When you hear the door chimes it means the doors ARE closing so stand clear of the doors. Do not try to block or impede the doors as it will only cause delays and may force this train to go out of servie which will only inconvenience EVERYONE on the train. There is another train RIGHT BEHIND this one so if you cannot board please step back from the platform. Have a NICE day."

At every stop.