Merry Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

To everyone, but especially to Chris, Melissa, Alicia, and Gusto!

BIRTHDAY!

Whee, birthday! Today has been a busy day, very hectic. No relaxation on THIS birthday!

Well, the morning was ok. I woke up at nine, and played Chrono Trigger for a couple of hours. Then around 11:30 I went over to my parents' house, because me and my mom were going shopping. For my birthday my parents were going to just give me $200 to spend on furniture I was wanting. I was wanting to get a bookshelf, and entertainment center, and a nightstand. I have a little table by my bed, but it was no drawers, and I need some more drawers in my house. But then I realized that half my drawers are filled up with video games and books and magazines, so after I got the bookshelf and entertainment center, I'd have all the drawers I need. I have hundreds of VHS tapes, DVDs and CDs and video games, the games are all in drawers mostly, and the movies and CDs are on various little racks and shelves designed for that purpose, but I was out of room on them, so I was hoping to get an entertainment center big enough to hold all my multitudes of video game systems, and also at least some of my movies and CDs. As for the bookshelf, I have one large five-shelf bookshelf already, but I have so many books and magazines and comics, that I need another one, and even that might not hold everything.

So my mom, my sister, and I left to go shopping around noon. Oh, also, not only did they give me the $200, but my dad also decided to give back the $200 that I gave him to pay him back for when he paid the lady I backed into. So basically, I got $400 for my birthday. So we went shopping, fighting the traffic and the crowds, and went all over the place, and ended up going back and getting everything from Wal-Mart, which was the first place we went. That's the way it always is though. We drove probably 200 miles today, going all the way up to OKC and going to about 6 different stores just up there, plus several there in Norman, then we went back to Norman and bought everything at the Wal-Mart there. I got a really nice entertainment center, it has loads of storage space, it's basically got a five-shelf bookshelf on each side, plus a couple of shelves in the center under the TV. Then I got a big bookshelf too. I also got Mary Poppins, which just came out on DVD in a two disk set. I love that movie. I've had the songs from it stuck in my head most of the day now, and I haven't even watched it yet, or seen it in a couple of years.

So we left about noon, and didn't get back until almost 5:00. Then we got my birthday dinner. Around my house, not only do we get presents, but we get whatever we want for dinner that night. Me and my sister almost always choose Joe's Pizza, which is the best pizza on earth, but is so expensive we usually only get it on special occasions. But they are closed on Sundays, and that didn't really sound that good to me anyway, so I got my absolute favorite food, CHINESE FOOD, from the place right here in town, which is also the best Chinese I've ever had. Then we all, including my dad, came over to my apartment to put the stuff together, at about 6:00. We just stopped at about 9:45. We didn't get done, we just stopped. We didn't even get to start on the bookshelf, but we're almost done with the huge entertainment center, we'll have to finish it tomorrow. My apartment is a disaster area, with wood and tools and stuff everywhere, I even had to move the furniture out of the way so we'd have room to work, so now I have to walk on my sofa to even get to my bedroom. My rat, Freyja's, cage is also on the sofa.

I also got pizza, from Pizza Hut, I haven't even eaten it yet, and probably won't for a day or two, as the Chinese food will last me through the whole day tomorrow too. I just got it and stuck it in the fridge. I just got it because I had a coupon for a free large pizza on your birthday, and I didn't want it to go to waste. I barely even got to use it though, I barely got there before they closed, I've been so busy today. I'm almost looking forward to going to work tomorrow, I was so busy today. What sucks though, is I don't think I have another day off until Christmas. I might have Christmas Eve day off though, I don't know yet.

Well, I have other stuff I want to write about, but it's time to get ready for bed, and I'm tired, so it will have to wait until tomorrow. Except I'll probably be working on furniture most of the night tomorrow too. I'll probably get to post though.

I'm sad I didn't get to talk to any of my friends today though. Melissa sent me a bunch of e-cards. They were funny. And Alicia put a message over there in the chatterbox saying that she was going to come over and give me my present, but I wasn't here all day, so I missed her. She just came by and stuck the card to my door, I don't know if that was all she had, or what. I wish I'd been here though. The card w as funny too. It had a picture of a chicken in a corset on it, and said "A waist is a terrible thing to mind," or something similar to that. Wait! Are you saying I'm fat!?

Ok, bedtime.

Scary

This Flash is one of the scariest things I've seen lately. Beatgreets.com/Leslie and the LY's: Ring a Ding Ding.

What does your name stand for?

Hmmm, for some reason I can't get the code for my result to work, so I'll just have to type it all out. I just did THIS THING, which tells you what the letters in your name mean. Here are my results:

K - Kinky
E - Elitist
V - Vigorous
I - Irresistible
N - Neglected

So, I'd have to say that three or four of those fit me. Depends on what you're talking about when you say vigorous. And no, I didn't necessarily mean for that to sound dirty. Or maybe I did.

Let's see, Kinky? Yes, I can be. Elitist? Definitely. Vigorous? Like I said, depends on what you're talking about. Irresistible? Not really. Neglected? Very.

SMASH!

Ugh. I had a wreck. Not much of one, I just backed into another vehicle in the parking lot here at the apartments. People keep throwing sofas and matresses out around the dumpsters, and the garbage men won't pick them up, they just leave them laying there for months. So now, to make room for the growing collection of sofas, the garbage men have moved the dumpster way out into the parking lot, at least 6 feet from the curb it sits in front of. I've always parked beside the dumpster, but now the way it's pulled out, I can't see around it anymore, and as I went to back out of my parking, someone else was pulling into the parking lot, and I ended up backing into her. It barely even scratched my bumper, just made a few paint smudges, and smudged one of my bumper stickers. It dented the door of her van in really bad though. She was really nice about it. She said she didn't even care how the door looked, as long as it still worked. And she wasn't even going to take my insurance info at first. But then we noticed that even though the door opens and closes, it doesn't quite seal at the top corner, so that it would leak in the rain. So she took my info, but said she was going to call her son who works on cars, and if he could fix it so that it closed right, she wouldn't even call the insurance. But when I told my dad about it, he said I shoulda just offered her money if it needed fixed, so that way it wouldn't go on my record and raise my insurance. This wreck happened when I was on break from work. I always come home and eat, and feed my rat, and then go back to work. Then, when I got back to work, my dad was there eating breakfast, so that's when I told him. He asked me which apartment she lived in, and then while I was at work, he went and talked to her. By the time I got off work it had all been taken care of. He offered her $200 in cash right there, in exchange for her signing an agreement he's written up. She accepted the $200, a nd signed the agreement without even really reading it he said. He made her give him my insurance info she'd written down, and the agreement said that in exchange for the $200 she would not call the police, or the insurance, or take any further action of any kind against me. Of course, it's not an official document, but it's a signed agreement that would at least be worth something in court. Of course I had to pay him back the $200, which sucks because I'm poor enough as it is. He said I got off easy though. He looked at the van, and he said that the gap could probably be fixed, but that the dents probably wouldn't pound out even if she wanted to have it done, and he said that based on other repairs he's had done, even if they had pounded out, it would've probably cost over $1000 to do. In fact, they'd probably want to just replace the whole door, which would've cost even more. More than the van is even worth probably. He said that if she had gone to the insurance, they probably would've just totaled the car, even though the door was all that was damaged, because the repairs would cost more than the vehicle was worth.

Now I have REALLY got to get a second job. Seriously. I have to get something, even if it's just another fast food job, even though I swore I'd never work another fast food job. I should try Subway, that seems like it wouldn't be such a bad job. The Subway isn't usually very busy around here anyway, and making those sandwiches looks really easy. Not only am I out $200 for the wreck, but I also have insurance coming up at the end of January, which will be somewhere around $500. All this will have to be taken out of savings too, as I usually even end up having to take money out just to pay my normal monthly bills.

In other news, I heard my neighbors having sex last night. That's the first time that's happened. It was only for about 20 seconds or so, sounded like the woman was climaxing. It was really sexy actually. Especially when I remembered that the woman that lives over there is a very attractive girl about my age.

That's it for tonight. I'm going to play Chrono Trigger for a few more minutes, and then go to bed.

Nana's Everyday Life

Nana's Everyday Life

This is by far, the most fucked-up comic strip I've ever seen. Needless to say, I found it to be quite funny. I was disappointed that there are only 11 strips so far.

All About Nevada-tan: The Preteen Japanese Killer

All About Nevada-tan: The Preteen Japanese Killer

On Tuesday, 1 June 2004, an 11-year-old Japanese girl led 12-year-old Satomi Mitarai into an empty classroom. The girl slit Satomi's wrists with a box-cutter and slashed her throat open, then returned to her homeroom in bloodied clothes. Satomi died later that day.

The story, an unprecedented and grisly murder, was printed in newspapers around the world. However, nobody could have anticipated what happened next. On the Japanese side of the Internet, a class picture was discovered, and two of the girls stood out. On the far left, wearing glasses and a green sweatshirt, Satomi stood grinning, giving a victory sign to the camera. Right next to her, with an inexplicable expression on her face, stood the killer— Nevada.

For some reason, the specifics of the murder— a seemingly normal 11-year-old girl, with a box-cutter, in a Nevada sweatshirt— made a clear impression in communal consciousness of the Internet. In Japan, she was given the name "Nevada-tan"; "-tan" being the way a young child would pronounce the honorific "-chan", i.e., "Widdle Nevada".

...I felt this website was necessary. There are currently no other websites, even in Japanese, that I could find devoted to the strange fate and fandom of Nevada-tan. Even a reprehensible subculture deserves some discussion...

Rat brain flies jet | The Register

Rat brain flies jet | The Register

"Florida scientists have grown a brain in a petri dish and taught it to fly a fighter plane.

"Scientists at the university of Florida taught the 'brain', which was grown from 25,000 neural cells extracted from a rat embryo, to pilot an F-22 jet simulator. It was taught to control the flight path, even in mock hurricane-strength winds."

Anger, lots of anger...

What's with people today, they're all either angry, or making me angry.

I was over at my parents' house, because I will have to shower over there a day or two, because my shower is being worked on. Right now there's a place where all those tiles were falling off, and they've been removed now, and so it's bare wall. The guy is supposed to be here between 1:00 and 2:00 to work on it. But even after he gets it fixed, I will have to shower elsewhere for at least 24 hours while the grout dries.

So I was over there, but I had to leave quickly, because I was getting tired of hearing my dad stomp around the house muttering how he'd "like to take a gun and shoot every dog on Earth. And then their owners. Sorry sons of bitches." All because some dog crapped in our yard and he stepped in it.

Then I was driving home, and got stuck behind some old man that was doing between 20 and 25 in a 45 zone. And no one could get around him, because he was drifting all over the place. Old people should be required to take a yearly driving test after the age of 65 or so, because there's a lot of them on the road that shouldn't be driving. If they can't pass the test, take away their license. I wouldn't mind if it was me. Sure, it's an inconvenience, but better I should have to ride with someone else than going out and causing wrecks or accidentally hitting the gas instead of the brake and going through some store window, like you hear about almost every day on the news anymore.

I hope the guy actually fixes the shower right, instead of doing some half-assed job and making it worse, like I'm sure he will do. I'll just be happy if he doesn't break other things while he's over here, like he always does. He always ends up breaking more than he fixes, and always make a huge mess and just leaves it. I came home from work the other day, and he'd been in my apartment while I was gone, to look at the damage in the shower, and he'd taken the towels that were hanging on the shower and just thrown them in the floor and left them there, and he also tracked mud onto my carpet.

I hate having people in my apartment when I'm not here. Especially him. It's not a race thing or anything, I just don't trust him. I don't trust anyone, but I really don't trust him, another person who lives here, the little retarded woman that also works with me at Carl's Jr., has a restraining order against him. I'm not sure what for, but neither him or his wife can come anywhere near her, or her apartment, or Carl's Jr. I don't know what she's supposed to do if she ever needs anything fixed.

Yeah, so I guess that's about it for now. I think I'll go play some Final Fantasy VII. I started a new game on it the other day. Everyone else at work has been playing it and talking about it, because the movie is supposed to be coming out soon, and I decided to play it again too, because I never beat it, and it was a very cool game anyway, one of the best FF games. I say "one of the best," not "THE best," like everyone else at work. They all say FFVII was the best game ever made, or at least the best RPG ever made, and if you dare contradict them, they get angry. What's funny is none of them are in much of a position to judge FF games. Only maybe one of them, if any, have played any of the FF games before 7, all they've played is 7, 8, 9, 10, and 10-2. Me and Chris both have played pretty much every FF game ever made, except some of the stupid old Game Boy ones. And I have yet to play Crystal Chronicles. But between us we've played basically every one ever, and we both agree the ranking goes like this: The best FF game ever was FF2, or what was known in America as FF2, I think it was 4 or 5 in Japan. And then FF2 is followed by FF9, and then FF7. And that's just the list of best FF games, there are other RPGs, like Chrono Trigger that would maybe eclipse FF7 if they were included in the list.

Yahoo! News - Penis Tree: Fertility Symbol or Political Poster?

Yahoo! News - Penis Tree: Fertility Symbol or Political Poster?

(This story has to have one of the weirdest headlines I've ever seen.)

And here's a close-up of the picture, so you can see it better.

Nation of Vomit

subspecies23: I want to stand on the side of the highway with a sign, like a hitchhiker, but the sign will say "SEX" lol
missy_custer: lmfao
missy_custer: and you will be naked
subspecies23: ew, lol
subspecies23: or pretend I'm a bum, and carry a sign that says "Will work for blowjobs"
subspecies23: if I was naked on the side of the highway, there'd be all kinds of wrecks, lol
missy_custer: yeah....for anyone who was naked
subspecies23: but me especially, because people would be vomiting everywhere, lol
subspecies23: it'd be just like that scene in "Stand by Me" lol
missy_custer: oh sheeeeesh
subspecies23: Someone would vomit, and then someone else in the car would see them vomit, and so it would make them vomit, and so on, until the whole car was full of vomit, lol
subspecies23: and when that car wrecked, and vomit went everywhere, other people would vomit
subspecies23: and soon there'd be a big 40 car, vomit covered pile-up on the highway
subspecies23: and then, when the cops, and the ambulance workers came, they'd see all the vomit, and then they'd vomit
subspecies23: and then the news crews would arrive, and the helicopter would fly over, and broadcast pictures of the whole vomit-covered mess all over the nation, and everyone watching tv would vomit
subspecies23: and so on, until the whole country was covered with vomit
subspecies23: all because I was standing by the road naked

CreateBands.com - Create A Band Online

CreateBands.com - Create A Band Online

This rocks! My band was called "The Flaming Scrotums," and they played this 70's sounding funk.

Star Trekkin' MP3

Star Trekkin' MP3

I finally found it as an MP3! This has always been one of my favorite comedy songs, but most people I talk to have never even heard of it! It's great! Hilarious! LISTEN TO IT NOW! Ummmm, but don't download the MP3, because that would be wrong. Yeah.

Welcome to Fucking Austria

Urban Legends Reference Pages: Photo Gallery (Welcome to Austria)

Claim: Austria is home to a town called 'Fucking.'

Status: True.

Iraq Solved

Flooding the Zone, by George Saunders

"I’ve completed the math."

"There are approximately twenty-five million Iraqis in Iraq. There are approximately three hundred million Americans in America. This means that there are approximately twelve Americans for every Iraqi. This means that, if we all go, each American will be responsible for one-twelfth of an Iraqi. An Iraqi family of five will thus be attended by sixty Americans. We will come, this second wave of three hundred million of us, unarmed. We will bring nothing but ourselves. We will simply show up, saying, “What would you like for dinner?” While we cook, our Iraqis can just relax. God knows they have had a terrible couple of years. We will encourage them to sit on their couches, if they still have couches, while we clean up after dinner. We will bring them coffee, tea, dessert, whatever they like. All these months, we have winced from over here, imagining their pain. Once we are there, we will do what we can to say, “We like you, and want the best for you. We’re sorry. This was not what we intended. No matter what it might have looked like to you, we have always wished you well.”"

Guardian Unlimited Books | By genre | This much I know

Guardian Unlimited Books | By genre | This much I know

I have no idea who this China Miéville guy is, but he sounds pretty cool.

100 Things to do Before you Die

100 Things to do Before you Die Not your average list of this sort, this one has a more scientific bent.

It's about time...

Wow, my Blogger is actually working today, I've barely been able to get it to work in a week. Maybe now I'll be able to post some of the links I've been wanting to post. But first: Monday was Alicia's birthday, I took her up to this fancy new theatre she'd been wanting to go to, up in Bricktown. Bricktown (which I can never type for some reason) is an area in Oklahoma City where there's a lot of old brick warehouse buildings and stuff, it was always a cool place, with lots of nice restaraunts and clubs, but now over the last few years they've spent millions of dollars renovating it and building new things, and attracting big new businesses to it. Now it's a really cool place, wich all kinds of nice restaurants and all the good clubs, and it fancy places, and it even has a canal running through it. You can ride on water taxis in the canal, and there's also a trolley. Anyway, they just recently opened a nice new theatre. So I took her there for her birthday, and we went and saw Ray, the movie about Ray Charles. It was really good, I didn't know if it would be or not. It sounded like a good movie, but I don't like Jamie Foxx, but he did a really good job as Ray Charles. It was a very sad movie too, towards the end. I never knew Ray Charles had a heroin addiction, which was one of the main points of the movie, in fact, as soon as he kicks the habit in the late sixties, the movie ends just a few minutes later, it doesn't even cover his whole life. It was still really good though.

Ok, here's some links from the past few days:

Like an Episode Of - A very odd webcomic. Funny though.

Neo Monster Island - Home of Twisted Kaiju Theater: Strange Comics featuring little japanese monster toys. Also home of the Kaiju Girls! WHich I think I can best describe simply quoting from the site: "I'm pretty proud of being one of the first guys to combine red hot anime babes with city-destroying kaiju. These are the pages of the scaly babes of Neo-Monster Island."

Ok, looks like I wont get to post all the links tonight now. While I was making this post, I discovered another webcomic, and just spent five hours reading the ENTIRE series. I think my brain has rotted now. It's a really great comic, but it's a continuous story, so you have to start at the beginning. WIGU

I haven't even ate tonight, I've barely left this chair while I was reading that comic. So, I have to go now.

Breastpals

Breastpals.com Donating Back | CafePress

In December 1995, I was looking for creative Christmas gifts for my friends. One day I was watching my sister Lyn use sponges to paint on canvas. I thought, "I wonder if my breasts could work like sponges?" Inspiration struck! So I bought some non-toxic paint and canvas, locked myself in the bathroom, and figured out a technique to paint with my breasts. Wouldn't you know it? Breast Pals was born!

Breast Pals art has been featured on The Tonight Show, Ripley’s Believe it or Not, To Tell the Truth, The Oxygen Channel, E! Entertainment, Black Entertainment Television, Philadelphia After Midnight and Roseanne.

50% of sales profit is a tax deductible charitable contribution toward various breast cancer charities including the Susan G. Komen Foundation and the National Breast Cancer Coalition.

How to Kill a Mockingbird

Let's try this again. I kept trying to post this, and a couple other things yesterday, but my blogger wouldn't work all day.

I read To Kill a Mockingbird in High School, and it was never anything like this.

I know I say this everytime I post a flash animation, but this may well be the greatest one I've ever seen. (Except for the ones on Animutations! Those are and forever will be the greatest, and are automatically excluded whenever I talk about how good flash movies are.)

How to Kill a Mockingbird

It starts off slightly odd, but relatively normal. Then after a couple of minutes, it starts to get really weird.

Absolutely hilarious, and has some fantastic music, including (oh my god) "The Final Countdown," by Europe. Alicia, and anyone else who has watched VH1 lately will know what I'm talking about.