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Nov. 22nd, 2004 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosTexas woman cuts her 11-month-old daughter's arms off. -- GYAH. What in the name of everything in existence that could possibly be encompassed by the word "FUCK" is wrong with people?!
I got a giggle today because Bam! Superbitch!, whom I already told about NaNoWriMo in a very loose definition (I have to write a big story, I have to do it in a month), came into the office today and said, "I think I read about that project you signed up for in the newspaper. 50,000 words in a month?" Now I want to know where the hell she read that, because I was all amused that she even remembered.
And I'd really love to know how my iPod got possessed. Not possessed in a bad way, it's just that it keeps playing songs that I don't even remember putting on there, like a Jessica Simpson song (My reaction? "WTFOMGFASTFORWARDDAMMIT" pretty much sums it up) and the theme song to the early-90s X-Men cartoon. The sad part is that it has no words and yet I still knew when each team member showed up during the theme song. You know what could be in the brain cells remembering that? The cure for cancer. Mmm-hmm. (I'd also like to point out that I only kind of remember where Jean came in, but all she did was yell Scott's name and wear a costume with a specially made hole for her ponytail.)
At one point today, too, it brought up "Joy and Pain" by Rob Base, which made me die laughing because it made me think of when I was on the basketball team in high school. (We used to sing that with our assistant coach. Don't ask why. We were teenage girls, for crying out loud. Our logic was not like your Earth logic, and was probably nothing like the logic of whatever planet we really came from.) Anyway, if anybody wants to know what my high school basketball career was like, "embarrassing" is the best word for it, because I pretty much sucked at every sport invented by man, but our team was small, so I got on. (Hell, the only game I was any good at was universal Frisbee, and I slammed my head off a hardwood gym floor playing that. The only reason I didn't crack my skull open is that my head's composed entirely of rubber.)
Let me put it this way. If they ever made a sports movie in the vein of "Remember the Titans" about my high school basketball team, I would have to be played by a seven-year-old Lindsay Lohan to get the height right and save money on hair dye, and then they'd have to dress her in the dorkiest clothes imaginable, give her a horrific haircut, and make her develop temporary amnesia when she got onto the court. As soon as she started playing, she'd have to alternate between guarding the wrong person, missing the basket by about five feet for two seasons straight, and throwing the basketball out of bounds as if on purpose. Then at the end of the movie, when everybody was getting ready for the game, her major contribution would be to get abducted by aliens and not be available to play. (Oh, I wasn't abducted by aliens, but God knows there must have been people who wished I had been.)
Oh, would you look at that. I'm standing in a puddle of nostalgia. ;)
Urgh. Brain hurts. Going to bed.
EDIT: But before I go to bed, the "Mosh" video has a new ending.
I got a giggle today because Bam! Superbitch!, whom I already told about NaNoWriMo in a very loose definition (I have to write a big story, I have to do it in a month), came into the office today and said, "I think I read about that project you signed up for in the newspaper. 50,000 words in a month?" Now I want to know where the hell she read that, because I was all amused that she even remembered.
And I'd really love to know how my iPod got possessed. Not possessed in a bad way, it's just that it keeps playing songs that I don't even remember putting on there, like a Jessica Simpson song (My reaction? "WTFOMGFASTFORWARDDAMMIT" pretty much sums it up) and the theme song to the early-90s X-Men cartoon. The sad part is that it has no words and yet I still knew when each team member showed up during the theme song. You know what could be in the brain cells remembering that? The cure for cancer. Mmm-hmm. (I'd also like to point out that I only kind of remember where Jean came in, but all she did was yell Scott's name and wear a costume with a specially made hole for her ponytail.)
At one point today, too, it brought up "Joy and Pain" by Rob Base, which made me die laughing because it made me think of when I was on the basketball team in high school. (We used to sing that with our assistant coach. Don't ask why. We were teenage girls, for crying out loud. Our logic was not like your Earth logic, and was probably nothing like the logic of whatever planet we really came from.) Anyway, if anybody wants to know what my high school basketball career was like, "embarrassing" is the best word for it, because I pretty much sucked at every sport invented by man, but our team was small, so I got on. (Hell, the only game I was any good at was universal Frisbee, and I slammed my head off a hardwood gym floor playing that. The only reason I didn't crack my skull open is that my head's composed entirely of rubber.)
Let me put it this way. If they ever made a sports movie in the vein of "Remember the Titans" about my high school basketball team, I would have to be played by a seven-year-old Lindsay Lohan to get the height right and save money on hair dye, and then they'd have to dress her in the dorkiest clothes imaginable, give her a horrific haircut, and make her develop temporary amnesia when she got onto the court. As soon as she started playing, she'd have to alternate between guarding the wrong person, missing the basket by about five feet for two seasons straight, and throwing the basketball out of bounds as if on purpose. Then at the end of the movie, when everybody was getting ready for the game, her major contribution would be to get abducted by aliens and not be available to play. (Oh, I wasn't abducted by aliens, but God knows there must have been people who wished I had been.)
Oh, would you look at that. I'm standing in a puddle of nostalgia. ;)
Urgh. Brain hurts. Going to bed.
EDIT: But before I go to bed, the "Mosh" video has a new ending.
