7.29.04 (again)
Stupid Disclaimers
I just found these on the commercialsihate.com message board. They’re pretty well known, but since I’m feeling rather sarcastic right now, I’d respond to each of these respectively (my comments are in parentheses):
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom of the box): DO NOT TURN UPSIDE DOWN. (I think it’s a leetle late for that.)
On a Swann frozen dinner: Serving suggestion: Defrost. (Awww! But I LIKE them when they’re frozen solid!)
On a Sears hairdryer: DO NOT USE WHILE SLEEPING. (Or while showering. Or while high.)
On packets of Sainsbury: WARNING - CONTAINS NUTS. (Can’t think of anything for this one as I have no idea what Sainsbury is.)
On packaging for a Rowenta iron: DO NOT IRON CLOTHES ON BODY. (“Oh shit! I’m running late! Well, I guess I have to iron my shirt while I’m wearing it—OH DEAR GOD IT BURNS! Aaaahhhh!!”)
On Nytol sleeping aid: WARNING MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS. (zzz ... zzz... zzz... whaaa?)
Label on a Marks & Spencer's Bread Pudding: PRODUCT WILL BE HOT AFTER HEATING. (So just staring at it and thinking “Get hot. Get hot. Get hot,” doesn’t work?)
On packets of Fritos crisps: YOU COULD BE A WINNER! NO PURCHASE NECESSARY. DETAILS INSIDE. (See, it says “no PURCHASE necessary.” It doesn’t say you can’t steal it.)
In some countries, on the bottom of Coke bottles: "OPEN OTHER END." (“Pablo, where’s the glass-breaker? Oh, what? Oh, open OTHER end. I gotcha.”)
On Boots Children's cough medicine: DO NOT DRIVE CARS. (When those five-year-olds get on the road, bedlam ensues.)
On a bar of Dial Soap: Use like regular soap. (So a bar of regular soap, you would use like Dial soap? [okay ... that one was really terrible])
On a hotel-provided shower cap: Fits one head. (Darn. My other head is going to feel left out.)
On a Korean kitchen knife: Warning: keep out of children. (“Hey, come here, Sally, I wanna test this Korean kitchen knife.”)
On a string of Chinese-made Christmas lights: For indoor or outdoor use only. (I’m assuming that they’re assuming that you have access to some sort of portal or wormhole allowing you to travel to an alternate dimension where there is something else besides “indoors” and “outdoors.”)
On a Japanese food processor: Not to be used for the other use. (Which ... would ... be....???)
On a Swedish chainsaw: Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals. (I can’t think of anything for this one as I am giggling like a little schoolgirl at the image of that.)
On a child's Superman costume: Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly. (Just think, all those children’s dreams crushed like a bug under a heel...)
In Japanese 'Zero Wing' Video Game: All your base are belong to us. (No comment.) The last one is true!
7.29.04
I’m All Lost in the Supermarket
I went to the store last night to get some stuff. I needed some peppermint tea—I love peppermint tea. Also some Milky Way Midnight candy bars (three of them, two of which I’ve already eaten—very, very slowly), a bottle of Jones Bada Bing, the book Carrie by Stephen King, the Clash “Westway to the World” DVD, the Cure “Disintegration” CD, and a Game Boy Player for my Gamecube. This last item screws into the bottom of the GCN (installation was easy) and allows you to play your Game Boy games on TV, much as the Super Game Boy for the Super Nintendo used to. (I never had one of those, but my brother’s friends did and I used to borrow it all the time.) It works like a dream. Now I don’t have to squint at a tiny two-inch-square screen and try to find the perfect lighting so I can actually see the tiny two-inch screen. It’s so great. I am, however, going to keep my dinky little neon-assed green Game Boy Color for road trips.
7.26.04
Summer Movie
I didn’t say “blockbuster” because I HATE it when a movie is labeled as a “blockbuster” before it is even released. Anyway, last night I was watching Scare Tactics on Sci-Fi, or as I call it, “Guilty Pleasure #647.” In the middle of the show there was a commercial for a movie, “Alien vs. Predator.” Now, I have absolutely no interest in going to see this movie. But it caught my attention just the same. When I was in junior high and highschool, there was a boy named Matt Stedman (not bloody likely he’ll ever visit this blog, and if he does, he has no idea who I really am) who, in my eighth-grade yearbook, expressed a desire to make the movie “Alien vs. Predator.” This was back in 1993. I just went to the AVP website and M.S. has nothing to do with this new movie, so I’m guessing one of two phrases came out of his mouth if and when he saw the trailer for the movie: Either “Fucking SWEET!” or “Son of a bitch! That was MY idea!” He also thought up “Ghandi’s Revenge,” but as far as I know, that one hasn’t come to fruition yet.
7.25.04
I need more books.
I’ve read everything on my bookshelf at least twice. I need to go to Powell’s! I’ve never been there. I want to get Stephen King’s “Carrie.” I read it in highschool and recently watched the movie on—I think it was TBS. One of those stations where they bleep out all the good parts. Right now I’m reading “Christine”—also by Stephen King. I’ve read that before, too. I’m a bit confused, though—is the car itself alive, or is it possessed? I do have to say that S.K. books don’t really scare me. Now, “Lord of the Flies,” by William Golding—that’s the only book that’s ever truly scared me. I still hyperventilate when Piggy dies. I also recently read Dante’s Inferno. I fucking love Dante’s Inferno. “Hey, let’s go through hell. No, I mean literally.” “Okay, Virgil, I’m right behind you. Oh, look, people covered in shit.”
I think that’s probably the most italics I’ve used in a long time.
7.17.04
I Love The 90’s ... I Think.
Ah, yes. VH1 has graced us with their newest “hey, remember that?” decade show mini-series, I Love the 90s. Is anything past 1996 really “retro”? How can you NOT remember Elian Gonzales or “I did not have sexual relations with that woman”? Anything past about 1997 or so is less “nostalgia” and more “Hey, didn’t that just happen last week?” The ‘80s and even the later part of the 70’s shows were nostalgic for me. With the 90’s it was like “If I ever hear that goddamn Mambo #5 song again, I will throw a brick through the TV.” Hey, remember Christina Agulara, Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson? Of course you do! They’re still around! They haven’t gone away yet! (Why?) I think they should have limited their celebrity subjects to people who’ve seemingly dropped off the face of the planet. “Hey, remember that guy, that was in that one band ...?” “Yeah. Whatever happened to him?” I am happy, however, that they touched upon the swing resurgence of 1998. I was SO way into that. I still love, love, love any song with a swing beat and trumpets.
But I still don’t know what the hell “getting jiggy with it”means.
And I still want Hal Sparks.
7.11.04
Bowling for Columbine
I watched the film (I can’t really call it a “movie,” as there is no real “plot” of sorts) “Bowling for Columbine” the other day. Admittedly, it was not really my choice to watch it. I was downstairs with my parents and my dad decided to watch it. It was about fifteen minutes in, so I missed the beginning of it. Neither of my parents, though, watched the whole thing, as they wanted to go grind up some beef for hamburger. But I thought the film was really rather interesting. It’s hard to explain what it’s about for those who haven’t seen it, but it’s basically about gun violence in America and why are Americans so violent when, say, Canadians aren’t. My favorite part of the whole movie was an animated bit entitled “A Brief History of the World.” Hil-fucking-arious. Anyway, I didn’t think I would like the film, but I did. This kind of makes me want to go see “Fahrenheit 9-11.” ...Kind of.
7.05.04
Happy Fourth of July ... on the Fifth...
Okay, so this entry’s a little late. Sue me.
I didn’t do very much for the Fourth. My parents went to dinner and a movie (I didn’t want to go), and my brother was going to blow stuff up with his friends, so I stayed home. Around 9:30 pm I walked down the road to see all the fireworks other people were shooting off. Some were quite close; others were miles away. I got to thinking that if I counted how long it took between when I saw the explosions and then the corresponding boom, I could figure out how far away they were (kind of like lightning), but there were too many and I couldn’t figure out which boom went with which firework for the most part.
There’s a spider living under one of the counters in the kitchen. I’ve named her (I don’t know if it’s really a “her” or not, but I also don’t really think the spider cares what I call it) Lola, and I’ve been feeding her flies, of which we do not have a shortage. She’s a cellar spider (the kind that lives in dark corners and has really, really long legs) and you know how cellar spiders have elongated bodies? Well, Lola is FAT. I think it’s because of all the flies I’m feeding her. She was very skinny before I started feeding her. Now I’m wanting to see how big she gets.
6.25.04
94/7 Alternative Portland
Since Monday, I’ve been listening to what is not called NRK anymore, but “94/7 Alternative Portland.” That’s too long and cumbersome. Even though it had been eight months since I’ve listened to that station, it’s still going to take me a while to get used to not saying NRK anymore. Anyway, I really like what I’m hearing. They’re playing a LOT less of what I call “that goddamn nu-metal crap” (POD, Limp Bizkit, Mudvayne, etc.) and more alternative music. And they’re actually playing female singers/bands! I couldn’t believe it. I really like the 90’s at noon, too. They played Mighty Mighty Bosstones today, “The Impression that I Get.” I remember I loved that song back in ’97, with the whole swing resurgence. I think I have a new favorite song, too, but I have to hear it once or twice more to really make a decision. I really like that song by Scott Weiland-from-STP-fronted-Velvet Revolver, I think it’s called Slither. But I’ve seen the video for it (on the Fuse network) and Scott Weiland just looks creepy ...
Cool word of the day: “deftly”
6.19.04
Gustav Returning to 94.7
I just got an email out of the blue from Gustav. It was a mass email, but it still kind of took me by surprise. Anyway, he basically said that starting on June 21, he will be returning to 94.7, which is being renamed 94/7 (yes, a slash, not a dot) Alternative Portland. His shift will be noon to five pm, at least for the next few weeks, he said. I may just listen, at least until 3 pm. I don’t normally listen to the radio before three anyway. I think the new website address is http://www.947.fm but I can’t remember exactly. If it doesn’t work I’ll fix it later. Anyway, that’s great news. Now, if only Jayn would move back to Portland...
6.11.04
To Hell with You
I’ve been reading about Hell recently. About once a year I get an urge to read about all those poor damned souls who snubbed the Jehovah’s Witnesses that came to their door—one of which I am. So, I’m doomed, I guess. I absolutely love this website: http://amightywind.com/hell/hellindex.htm I think I’ve linked to that site before, but it was a long time ago, so here it is again. I love how this chick claims that she actually went to hell. Or saw a vision of it, whatever. Anyway, she claims there is “no beauty in Hell” (surprise, surprise) and that no matter how good of a singer you are (or think you are) on Earth, you will always sing off-key in Hell. Say what? I thought everyone was too busy screaming in agony to be thinking about singing. And what the hell (no pun intended) would they sing? Oh, I know. Creed. And Nickelback. Those would be the only bands that you’d get to listen to in Hell. Also she says “it doesn’t matter how famous you are on Earth, in Hell you are a NOBODY!” (her caps, not mine), and that Hell is a furnace of fire that never goes out (I can’t remember her exact words on that one). Hmm, let’s see. It’s unbearably hot, and there are a bunch of people who were once famous but aren’t anymore, and nobody can sing—Oh my god! Hell is just like Los Angeles! Hey, maybe the damned just go to LA when they die. It makes sense.
(Speaking of hell, Creed, and bad singing, the Worst Band in the World has broken up. Yep, Creed called it quits sometime last week. I heard it on the radio.)
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go listen to some real music, like Elvis Costello.
6.10.04
New Elvis Costello CD
My mom went to Memphis two weeks ago for my cousin’s wedding and also her (my mom’s) high-school reunion. She didn’t get to go to the latter because she tripped and fell and consequently messed up her face a whole lot. Anyway, I gave her some money to see if she could find some CDs and books that I haven’t been able to find here in Oregon. When she returned, she said she could only find one CD—Elvis Costello’s “This Year’s Model.” I’ve been listening to it a lot. I love “Pump it Up” and “Lipstick Vogue” and “I Don’t Want to Go to Chelsea” the best, but I like all the songs on there.
Fucked-up Dream
I had such a weird dream last night. All I remember of it was being in my fifth-grade teacher’s classroom, sitting next to a girl I used to like but now I don’t like her anymore. But we were not actually in fifth grade—we were the same age as we are IRL. I’ll just call her ... um, Fiona. Anyway, like I said, Fiona and I were sitting next to each other and I guess we were talking or something, and I said “Damn you, Fiona,” like really facetiously, and next thing I knew she fucking grabbed me by the shirt collar and said in this really sinister, slow, evil voice: “Don’t ever curse me again. If you do, I will rip out your eyeballs. I will cause you such pain as you have never known. It will be your last ... night ... alive.” She made me swear that I wouldn’t do it again. Fucked up, man. The only other part of the dream I can remember was being at the losing end—and I do mean end—of a tug-of-war.
6.02.04
Rock Music and God
I’m sure I’ve committed some sin or other by not putting God first, but I don’t really care. Anyway, here’s a little tongue-in-cheek thing I wrote.
[God is sitting in his Giant Chair of Judgment, judging people. The people who are judged do not see or hear what goes on in Heaven until they are admitted.]
God: Next!
[A guy who recently died stands before God.]
God: Let’s see here ... [pulls out Giant Calculator of Judgment] um, you committed 47,856 sinful acts ... and that was just last week ... but hey, you repented just in time! Welcome to Heaven!
Dead Dude: Al-RIGHT! [Pumps his fist in a “victory” manner]
[The Pearly Gates are opened and Heaven is revealed in all its splendor. But what’s this? Straining his ears, Dead Dude can barely make out music ...]
Faraway Music: ...whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am young again...
Dead Dude [turning to God]: Hey ... isn’t that the Cure?
God: Yep. I love ‘em. “Disintegration” is the best album ever. [yes, that is a South Park reference.]
Dead Dude: I thought rock music was a tool of Satan.
God: Pish posh.
Dead Dude: All the televangelists say that it is.
God: Oh, don’t give me that. Televangelists don’t know their right from their left, half the time. Anyway, no, Satan did not invent rock music. I did.
Dead Dude: You mean ... you like it?
God: LIKE it? Hell (I’m God, I can cuss, so just lay off), my Giant Room of Judgment is plastered floor-to-ceiling with Sleater-Kinney posters!
Dead Dude: What about Creed?
God: If you ever mention those fiends again, I will send you to hell. Uggh. It makes me sick just thinking about them. [yelling downward] Scott Stapp, you are not Jesus!
Dead Dude: So ... rock music is NOT a tool of Satan.
God: Nope. Satan doesn’t live in your Clash CDs any more than he lives in your toaster.
Dead Dude: Satan would have to be pretty thin to live inside a CD anyway.
God: Now you’re getting it. Anyway, are you going to go in, or what? You’re like my cat, here.
Dead Dude: Alright, I’ll go in. Uh, hey, do you listen to Stray Cats?
God: Yep. Thursday nights are Rockin’ Swing Night!
Dead Dude: Sweet.
6.01.04
Yay Timewasting!
If you haven’t seen this yet, or if I haven’t linked to it, check out the Make-a-Flake site, where, even if you live where it hasn’t snowed since the Ice Age, you can cut your own snowflake out of virtual paper. With virtual scissor-snipping noises! Ain’t technology great?
I recently got introduced, via Brunchma, to Uptight Asshole with a Bug Up his Ass, Jack Chick. Seems like everyone in the world has heard of this guy before, except me, so I don’t think he needs introduction, but in case you’re clueless, he’s ... well, an uptight asshole with a bug up his ass. He draws these paranoid fundamentalist uber-Christian comic books that basically all say the same thing: you are a pathetic loser who is on your way to hell in a handbasket, but if you repent you’ll be “saved” and get into Heaven. Wow. What a deal! It’s like a Get Out of Jail Free card from Monopoly. Anyway, this guy is a complete nutjob, if you haven’t figured it out already. You can read his tracts at chick.com. However, while searching for parodies of his tracts (because I just knew this guy was down on his knees, BEGGING to be parodied), I came across this.
Seriously. Tell me that is not the funniest thing you’ve ever read. I don’t play D&D (being female) and I’ve never seen MST3K, but damn, that was hilarious:
Tom: Hey, this isn’t a D&D game. Where are all the cases of Mt. Dew? Crow: And the Doritos? Mike: Plus the women outnumber the men. Crow: Well it is a “Chick Tract.” Hehehe.
*snnkkkkk* Too good.
5.27.04
A Televised Train Wreck
Okay people, I have a confession to make. It’s not pretty and I’m sure some of you will turn up your noses and not want to have anything to do with me or my blog once I’ve come clean. But I don’t care; it’s my decision to watch this show.
I’ve been watching The WB’s Superstar USA. There, I said it. And I LIKE it. Or rather, I like that there are people in the world who actually Think They Can Sing, but can’t, and good lord, why the hell do they believe the judges of this show who say they’re good when everyone else says they suck?
However, there are two contestants that I just can’t stand. JoJo, and Nina Diva. JoJo has the excruciatingly annoying habit of referring to himself in the third person. This would be well and good if you were, for example, three years old, or Gollum. Neither of which he is. Also, his little, beady, rat-like eyes just creep me out. And don’t get me started on the pink beret (PINK, for god’s sakes!) or the smug I’ve-already-won-this-competition perpetual toothy grin.
Nina Diva, or as I’m going to refer to her from now on, ND, is probably worse, as she truly believes she’s already a well-known star. Hate to break it to you, ND, but until this show, no one on the face of the planet, besides your family, knew who you were. The funniest thing about ND is that she has her own fan club. A FAN CLUB. www.ninadiva.com You can’t have a fan club if nobody knows who you are!!! There’s a rule about it someplace. I think it’s one of the ten commandments or something.
Random Thoughts
I’ve been wondering this since, oh, about last Tuesday. What do supervillains do on their off time? I mean, really, you have to take a break from the grandiose plans to destroy and/or conquer the world sometimes. I think they would take Mrs. Supervillain and the little Villainites to the zoo or something, the kids would be breaking all the park rules—“Hey, bear, want a Cheeto?”—or maybe they’d just stay at home, watch Martha Stewart Living, and learn how to make a nice bouillabaisse and a festive candleholder out of those little rings you pull off of milk jugs.
5.23.04
I ... Hate ... Mosquitoes.
The other day there was a mosquito in my bedroom. I tried squishing the little bastard, but it was too quick for me. Damn thing bit me about eight times. I have a constellation of mosquito bites on my right forearm and two on my left wrist. If it were the 1800s, I’d be worried about getting malaria. And of course, there’s no calamine lotion. There’s never any calamine lotion when I really need it. And you can’t scratch the damn things. “Don’t scratch! You’ll die! Aaaaaahh!”
5.18.04
Thunderstorm
There was a huge-ass thunderstorm last night, around 5:30 pm or so. On the radio, they said there were “occasional” flashes of lightning. Occasional? Hell, every two seconds it was like BOOM! CRASH! CRACK! FLASH! CRA-BOOM! I wasn’t sure how far the storm was from our house, because one flash of lightning was eight seconds away (about a mile and a half) and the next would be three seconds away (about half a mile). I like thunderstorms, but I actually like them better when it’s dark. Then you can see the lightning better. My mom actually got a picture of a lightning bolt. I have no idea how the hell she did it, unless she has lighting-fast (groan) reflexes.
5.16.04
Marconi Fired from NRK
I don’t listen to the KNRK morning show anymore for painfully obvious reasons, but I heard that Marconi and Tiny were fired for making fun of the beheading of Nick Berg. All I have to say is, it serves them right. Apparently, this is making national news, as I did a Google search the other day and found at least five non-Portland newspaper articles mentioning it. I’ll do another one and post the results later.
5.12.04
Animal Crossing Blog Moved
I’m registered on animemusicvideos.org, and they have a journal thingy there, so I decided to move my AC blog to there. The old entries have been copied and pasted, so you haven’t missed anything.
5.04.04
Let’s Hear it for Impulse Purchases
I went to the Town Center yesterday and bought a few things, including—FINALLY—some straightening shampoo and conditioner (a two-bottle package. One of them was “free,” but I don’t remember which one). Except that when I was taking it off the shelf, another bottle fell on the ground and the cap broke. I spent like 10 minutes searching for that damn cap and took it and the bottle to the chick behind the counter and I was like “Um, this sort of ... broke.” But she was real cool about it. And it didn’t spill or anything, either, which was good. Actually, it probably didn’t spill because it was the same viscosity as—okay, you know the lemon Hostess fruit pies? It was that exact same consistency. Except without the crust. Really thick. I know because I bought the same brand I dropped (not the same bottle though) and used it last night. I don’t think it would have spilled if I’d wanted it to. Anyway, it smells like coconuts.
I also bought this shirt at Sam Goody’s which I’m wearing right now. It’s black and has a picture of an encephalitic chicken on it and the word “groovy.” (“Groovy chick”...) It was a toss-up between that and “cool penguin.”
And I am PISSED OFF. They took Camelot Music out! Well, either that or they moved it, and I didn’t see it. I was looking for whichever Madness CD had “Night Boat to Cairo” on it, and Sam Goody’s didn’t have it, and neither did Hot Topic, so I went to where Camelot was—or, rather, where it used to be—and it wasn’t there anymore! There was a shoe store there. Dammit, I loved Camelot. They carried a lot more alternative music than Sam Goody does. I looked on the You Are Here And the Store You’re Looking For Is at the Other End of the Mall board, and didn’t see it in the list, so I’m assuming either a. they took the store out, or b. they just hadn’t updated that board yet.
What else did I get?... More Inuyasha manga, and some buttered-popcorn Jelly Bellies, and Pocky. That’s it.
4.26.04
Happy Birthday Daria!
Yep, today’s Daria’s birthday. So ... Happy birthday Daria! I drew a picture for her last night and just emailed it to her.
God, I really have nothing else to say today.
4.20.04
New Animal Crossing Blog
I decided to make a separate section for the new Animal Crossing blog I just started today. You can access it by clicking the link above. Like it says in there, they do give you a diary in the game, but it’s really kind of inconvenient.
4.18.04
No, I Have Not Been Abducted By Aliens.
Yeah, I know I’ve been neglecting this blog of late. Animal Crossing is just so addictive.... Oh, and I decided to go with the Space theme for my upstairs room instead of the Blue series.
This morning I woke up and the dog was on my bed (as he always is). I was sort of curled up in the fetal position since the damn dog’s so big he takes up half my bed. I wanted to stretch so I did and the dog woke up and gave me a Look, like “The hell? I was sleeping!” “Dammit, dog, this is my bed too, you know,” I said. TOO. This is my bed TOO. Like it’s mainly his bed and I’m just borrowing a little piece of it.
I was watching the 100 Greatest Stand-ups of All Time this afternoon on Comedy Central. The hell? I think Comedy Central’s slowly turning into VH1. I didn’t watch the whole five hours of it (if I’m going to watch five hours of something, it’s going to be I Love the 80’s Strikes Back) but Janeane Garofalo ranked number 99. NUMBER NINETY-FUCKING-NINE. How th—wha—who writes this shit?? The good news is, she was ahead of Gallagher. The bad news is, she was ranked lower than Andrew Dice Clay.
Okay, now I’m bored.
4.08.04
The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker
WARNING: Contains spoilers for the above-mentioned game. If you have the game, but have not yet beaten it, read at your own risk ‘cause I don’t feel like making the text white.
I haven’t updated this blog for a week ‘cause I’ve been playing Wind Waker. I was bound and determined I’d get through it without any player’s guide and with very little FAQ help from Gamefaqs (only when I was REALLY stuck, which was about three or four times). While in Ganon’s Tower, I managed to make my way through the maze (through trial and error, the first time—I didn’t know that when you beat the black shadow-dude, his sword hilt points to the door you should go through), and got the Light Arrows. I was transported back to the start of the maze and quickly beat the shadow dude with a Light Arrow, he dropped his sword on the ground, and then it took me literally about 45 minutes to figure out what to do. I went back through the maze three or four times (amassing a crapload of Skull Necklaces). I tried going back to the “black portal” I’d opened up to ask my boat, King of Red Lions, what to do (yes, the boat can talk). All he said was “If you need anything, get your green-tunicked ass in the boat and let’s go get it” (gee, you’re a big help). I figured maybe I had to do something to the brick wall with Ganon’s face on it. So I tried everything I could think of. I bombed it. I Skull-Hammered it. I blew wind at it with the Deku Leaf. I shot it with all types of arrows. You name it, I tried it. Finally I was like “You know what? I’m pissed off at you, you goddamn wall.” (no, not out loud!) “I’m gonna take this humongous black sword-thingy here and just wail on you.” And OF COURSE that was the way to open it the whole time. I went up the stairs and beat Puppet Ganon/Real Ganon, albeit with my tail between my legs.
Animal Crossing, Part II
In AC, I have the final house upgrade (Floor 1, 8x8, Floor 2, 6x6, and basement, I think that’s 8x8 too). Floor One is the “Cabana/Nature Room.” I have all Cabana stuff and several plants in that room. Also the Retro TV, which is cool, except that it only gets one channel and the same show plays on that channel 24-7. And some Gyroids, which don’t do anything except add to your HRA score (the HRA is an organization that comes to your AC house periodically to evaluate it, and then you get a letter in the mail telling you that you are no Christopher Lowell and your interior design skills suck). Floor 2 is the “Blue Room.” I’m putting all-blue furniture in that room. I was going to go with the Lovely set, but it was too Barbie for me.
And here’s something cool. I decided to write to Rex, a laid-back lion who lives in the F acres. I sent him a caveman tunic and the next day when I saw him he was wearing it, and when I talked to him he said “Thanks for the caveman tunic, I’ve always wanted one” or something similar. So now at least I know that the animals will usually wear the clothes I send them. (I also sent Puck the penguin a polar fleece, and he’s wearing it, too, but he says everyone keeps staring at him because of it...)
4.01.04
April Fool’s Day... And I Got Nothin’.
Nope, no pranks. Sorry. I can never think of good ones anyway.
Want to Get Completely Exhausted in an Hour and a Half?... Walk Around the Mall a Few Times.
I went to the mall and some other places yesterday with a crapload of money to spend—partially birthday money, and partially matured-savings-bond money. Here’s a list of everything I got, that I can remember... New shoes (sweet mother of a monkey on a stick! I actually have more than one pair now!) New jeans A Clash T-shirt The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker for Gamecube (I believe I heard a chorus of angels when I finally found this) Two CDs: The Clash, “Combat Rock” and the Pretenders, self-titled from 1980. Blank tapes (I want to start recording Daria’s Local Entertainment Guides again) Two pens (for drawing) “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” on DVD (Did I mention that I saw that movie for the first time about a week and a half ago and it was absolutely hilarious...??) Hair-straightening mousse-like stuff (actually got this when I got my hair cut yesterday) Three new Inuyasha manga (3, 4, and 5) Minor stuff: coffee creamer, and Aplets and Cotlets—those soft fruit-nut candies. I love those.
I still have a lot of money left over, too...