To everyone, but especially to Chris, Melissa, Alicia, and Gusto!
"Like what you like, enjoy what you enjoy, and don't take crap from anybody."
Whee, birthday! Today has been a busy day, very hectic. No relaxation on THIS birthday!
This Flash is one of the scariest things I've seen lately. Beatgreets.com/Leslie and the LY's: Ring a Ding Ding.
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:
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.
Nana's Everyday Life
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
What's with people today, they're all either angry, or making me angry.
Yahoo! News - Penis Tree: Fertility Symbol or Political Poster?
subspecies23: I want to stand on the side of the highway with a sign, like a hitchhiker, but the sign will say "SEX" lol
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Urban Legends Reference Pages: Photo Gallery (Welcome to Austria)
Flooding the Zone, by George Saunders
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100 Things to do Before you Die Not your average list of this sort, this one has a more scientific bent.
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.
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.
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.