A real conversation I just had with my fiance:
Joe: Yay! I'm a good boy.
Me: You can't even be evil in videogames.
Joe: I learned from Spiderman that with great power comes great responsibility.
Me: I learned from Spiderman that if you're too evil, you turn into Eric Forman.
Joe: Why aren't all our conversations chronicled on Facebook?
Well, sweetheart, now they will be. I'm making a Faceook page.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Roundup
I'm so damn tired I can hardly think lately. So here's my random roundup of my life:
I know beggars can't be choosers, but seriously, is it so much to ask for my prescription to be remotely on time? Three to seven days has turned into 14, and I ran out about seven days ago when it was supposed to be here. So I called today to figure out what was going on and was told they'd resend it next-day air because it must have gotten lost in the mail. So now I have a new question: that's a $1,400 prescription. Who's eating that money? Because it sure as hell isn't going to be me.
I urge you to love Wil Wheaton. The slogan of his blog at http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/ is "Will Wheaton says, 'Don't be a dick!'" How can you not love that?
I also urge you to love Jenny Lawson aka The Bloggess (http://thebloggess.com/). She is pretty kickass. Also, there's a whole story about Wil Wheaton collating papers, which is what made me think I probably should love Wil Wheaton.
Despite not getting my clearly needed prescription, I did get my Unicorn Puke today, which you can read all about at www.RosieSparkle.com. Oh, nail polish. How I love you.
I keep having these weird dreams. Like two nights ago I dreamed that my friend Eriny played the saxophone. I'm pretty sure Eriny has never played the saxophone. And then last night I dreamed I met the dad of a girl I coached in softball about 10 years ago, and he told me my head was nicely shaped. The fuck?! I mean, I'm sure my head is a decent shape as far as heads go, but why the hell would I dream that? So messed up.
I blame this all on my lack of prescription. Never go without your drugs, dearies.
I know beggars can't be choosers, but seriously, is it so much to ask for my prescription to be remotely on time? Three to seven days has turned into 14, and I ran out about seven days ago when it was supposed to be here. So I called today to figure out what was going on and was told they'd resend it next-day air because it must have gotten lost in the mail. So now I have a new question: that's a $1,400 prescription. Who's eating that money? Because it sure as hell isn't going to be me.
I urge you to love Wil Wheaton. The slogan of his blog at http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/ is "Will Wheaton says, 'Don't be a dick!'" How can you not love that?
I also urge you to love Jenny Lawson aka The Bloggess (http://thebloggess.com/). She is pretty kickass. Also, there's a whole story about Wil Wheaton collating papers, which is what made me think I probably should love Wil Wheaton.
Despite not getting my clearly needed prescription, I did get my Unicorn Puke today, which you can read all about at www.RosieSparkle.com. Oh, nail polish. How I love you.
I keep having these weird dreams. Like two nights ago I dreamed that my friend Eriny played the saxophone. I'm pretty sure Eriny has never played the saxophone. And then last night I dreamed I met the dad of a girl I coached in softball about 10 years ago, and he told me my head was nicely shaped. The fuck?! I mean, I'm sure my head is a decent shape as far as heads go, but why the hell would I dream that? So messed up.
I blame this all on my lack of prescription. Never go without your drugs, dearies.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Birdemic: Shock and Terror
If you have not seen Birdemic: Shock and Terror, you must see it. And you must purchase the Rifftrax for it. Trust me. If you have not done this, do it. Then read this about the movie's star:
You're welcome.
Alan Bagh(born May 30, 1985) is an American actor and model. He is best known for playing "Rod" in the horror film Birdemic.
[edit]Career
Alan has performed in theater, film, television, commercial, internet, and industrial productions, in subcategories such as seals, acting, casting, props, hair and make-up, transportation, electrical, lighting, and production.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Yum! Sushi!
My lovely fiance and I enjoyed our sushi last night.
I had the pinkish blob sushi.
Correction: I had part of the pinkish blob sushi (I think it's supposed to be a tongue).
Seriously, it was about the most disgusting thing I've ever eaten. I mean, maybe there have been more disgusting things I've eaten, but I just can't think of them. Blech. The bottom part is like a marshmallow, only gross, and the top part is some sort of tasteless gummy ick. I love sugar as much as the next person, but even the sugar content couldn't save this stuff.
Check this one out:
I won't be eating this, but I kind of want to paint its nail. In related news, I'm wearing Pepe's Purple Passion with a coat of Rainbow Connection over it (both from the Muppets collection by OPI), in case you were checking out my gorgeous thumbnail there. You can take a look at my current lineup or see the whole Muppets collection at my other blog.
But you can only see disgusting fake body part candy sushi right here in my prolific guide to life.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
I came across this ad today:
The hell? Business cards and registry cards I get. But mommy cards? Like moms have no other identity than "Dominic's mom"? And dating cards? Really? Do you seriously think any girl is going to give you the time of day if you hand her a card that says "Chad Fulton, Stand up guy"? If you do, you're stupid. If you want a business card to impress chicks, get business cards. Even if they say "Fry guy," it's still better than a fucking dating card. You might as well say, "Hey, baby. Here's my card. I can't afford to buy you a drink because I don't have a job and I live in my mom's basement and play World of Warcraft all day. So do you want to go back to your place? No? That's okay. I've got 249 more chicks to hit on tonight."
Perhaps this guy can get his mom matching mommy cards that say "Chad the Loser's mom."
The hell? Business cards and registry cards I get. But mommy cards? Like moms have no other identity than "Dominic's mom"? And dating cards? Really? Do you seriously think any girl is going to give you the time of day if you hand her a card that says "Chad Fulton, Stand up guy"? If you do, you're stupid. If you want a business card to impress chicks, get business cards. Even if they say "Fry guy," it's still better than a fucking dating card. You might as well say, "Hey, baby. Here's my card. I can't afford to buy you a drink because I don't have a job and I live in my mom's basement and play World of Warcraft all day. So do you want to go back to your place? No? That's okay. I've got 249 more chicks to hit on tonight."
Perhaps this guy can get his mom matching mommy cards that say "Chad the Loser's mom."
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