// six flags over stupid

stultified @ 2008-03-16T22:12:00

2008-03-17T02:16:43Z

And, changing beats, because I thought this was kind of a cool idea on the normally ridiculous "LJ Spotlight":.

Picture-A-Day of daily goings-on ...

Toys after dark. From the shelf in our living room.

As everyone.

2006-03-03T05:51:04Z

I can be persuaded to add you.
Comment, as is the routine. Be creative. Make me giggle.

ETA: Obviously, if you're already ON my flist, you need not ask and/or beg to be added. Thenkyew.

Um...?

2005-12-19T21:21:55Z

Best misheard lyrics amongst my nearest and dearest:

Pearl Jam: Glorified G

What is actually said: Glorified version of a pellet gun
What I now hear always: Gloried virgin, I'm a pelican

Depeche Mode: Enjoy The Silence

What is actually said: Pleasures remain, so does the pain
What I now hear always: Pleasures remain, soldiers burping

There are hundreds more, but those are my faves.

How about you guys? Discuss.

[uh, real entry, like, maybe, eventually]

No better than a red-headed stepchild.

2005-12-09T05:47:26Z

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

In other news:

Logitech wireless controller: Thumbs up! It's lovely to not have to drag a 200lb La-Z-Boy into the middle of the room to play video games.

Nightmare Before Christmas: Oogie's Revenge: The PERFECT balance of challenging and simplistic. I progress quickly! I am occasionally confused but eventually figure things out! shut_up_pappy helps! Though, if I hear the words "soul robber" once more time, I may have to hurt something.

2005 In Review.

2005-12-07T21:29:24Z

Stolen from a couple of you.

January: The only way to truly balance out all the weirdness in that particular brand is by watching a Ukranian eat 8lbs of mayonnaise in 4 minutes. That'll pretty much wipe out any thought on contact.

February: But um, for the record? And not to be dramatic? This is really, really shaping up to possibly be the worst year of my life. In fact, it might already be, and it's February 1st. [...FORESHADOWING!]

March: With the amount of hair pulling I've been doing, I estimate I'll be bald before my 23rd birthday. [...NOT SO MUCH.]

April: 5. A shred of my former moxie, 2 teaspoons of my former will to live, 1/4 cup of my former patience, and 6 spritzes of my belief that things are worth fighting for
6. Um...a mountain of cabbages, and a radiator (like Rwanda, my infrastructure's fucked)

May: The amount of television I've been watching has basically made me retarded. I would decree to change this bad habit but, uh, I don't wanna. Not just yet.

June: I think I may need an amputation, or something. At least a cocktail

July: Maybe I'll just run away and join the circus.

August: I still have to buy furniture that fits into my bedroom, the staff of U-Haul is comprised of total fuckheads, and life without a coffee pot is no life at all.

September: (Still wish I could shake off this funk. Still understand that a 7 month funk is probably not something anyone is capable of shaking off.)

October: I continue to be amazed and horrified at my own realizations. I consider every new day as a sort of doomed potential of what I'm going to think next. Life continues to hurl curve balls that never quite fail to miss the sore bits.

November: The world is a significantly darker place without her in it.

December: Nothing worth reviewing. My life continues to suck.

To sum up: WHAT A CRAP YEAR, YOU GUYS. Fuck 2005. Fuck it right in it's stupid fucking eye.

stultified @ 2005-11-27T13:41:00

2005-11-27T18:54:06Z

I have to do my laundry.

I spent about 3 hours playing The Sims.

And here's some photos of the new kitten.

Meet Hijinx:

She looks mostly retarded in this one, but is actually quite sharp.

Sideways glance of I'm going to fuck you up.

Tiff said she looks like a lemur. I think she looks like a burn victim.

At least someone uses that thing.

I wish these showed scale better. Seriously, that foot stool is tiny. And she's under it.

'Dango enjoying a moment inside a plastic recycling bag.

And another.

And another.

Looking like a beached whale.

Also put my tree up Friday, because I thought it might make me feel better. Which it did. For about half hour. Then I resumed moping.

stultified @ 2005-11-11T19:46:00

2005-11-11T19:45:20Z

SO. F'N. BORED. Why? Because it's a goddamn federal holiday and everyone is off but us.

Anybody want to play Scrabble?

Leave email address in comments.

stultified @ 2005-11-06T03:25:00

2005-11-06T08:35:02Z

The clock continues to tick, despite my absolute surety that time stopped existing.
My throat is killing me. One of the few things anchoring me, possibly.

I still can't sleep.
I'm still keeping it together.
I still don't know how.

Thank you for your words.
Thank you for your thoughts.
Thank you for the hugs.
Thank you for the food.
Thank you for the flowers.
Thank you for keeping me so occupied with saying thank you that I don't have time to fall apart.

It didn't look like her. But then again, it never does.

(and for the record, Yoko, the dog, died Friday night. he followed her everywhere, and this was no different.)

stultified @ 2005-10-26T14:59:00

2005-10-26T18:59:51Z

Listening to the "90's Alternative" station on XM for reasons I can't quite explain, I'm reminded of my favorite SP related quote ever:

"Man, fuck Smashing Pumpkins. No, forget that, fuck Corgan. That guy's a fucking tosser. Mellon Collie and what, motherfucker? Mellon Collie and the fucking Infinite Drink Coaster."

I miss Giovanni.

stultified @ 2005-10-24T15:49:00

2005-10-24T15:47:24Z

OI! DEADBEAT LANDLORDS AT BOTH HOME & OFFICE: TURN ON THE FUCKING HEAT.

That is all.

stultified @ 2005-10-14T04:37:00

2005-10-14T08:44:08Z

You ask: Hey, Dani. How was The Historian?

I answer: Well. Long. Good, but long. And the first two thirds of Bulgaria made me want to stick my hand in battery acid just to feel something. Otherwise, I don't regret picking it up, really.

You ask: And what are you doing up at 4:30 in the morning anyway?

I answer: Getting through Bulgaria.

Fair enough.

Yeah.

2005-10-13T03:13:18Z

create your own visited states map
or check out these Google Hacks.

...I should probably look into getting off the east coast more often. Or ever.

KILL ME NOW.

2005-10-12T18:05:26Z

1. Open a music player.
2. Go to 'all music'/'library'.
3. Hit shuffle/repeat/randomise.
4. Find photos of the first dozen artists/bands that come up (no repeats and no cheating).
5. Have people guess who the artists/bands are.
6. Paste this in your journal and do it too, so I can have fun guessing as well!

1. Human Drama (frankieteardrop, straytoaster)

2. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (bereftofbeauty, frankieteardrop, straytoaster)

3. The Organ

4. Gary Numan (bereftofbeauty, frankieteardrop, straytoaster)

5. David Bowie (midwinter, bereftofbeauty, frankieteardrop, straytoaster)

6. Love & Rockets (frankieteardrop, straytoaster)

7. Clan of Xymox (straytoaster)

8. de/vision (palmfulofstars

9. Wumpscut (frankieteardrop)

10. The Smiths (bereftofbeauty, frankieteardrop, straytoaster)

11. Foetus (pixxi_is_dizzy, straytoaster)

12. Current 93

13. Deine Lakaien (pixxi_is_dizzy

HAHA.

2005-09-28T20:11:13Z

http://www.overheardintheoffice.com/archives/000704.html

stultified @ 2005-09-21T23:04:00

2005-09-22T03:05:20Z

I know, 'dango. I know.

stultified @ 2005-09-16T20:07:00

2005-09-17T00:10:33Z

http://www.furrydolphin.net/furry-dict.html

furitan n.
1. A Furry fan who is not interested in any sexual content.
2. One who actively opposes sexual content. (See Burned Fur)

Oh.
My.
God.

They have a dictionary.

The world may just be officially ending.

stultified @ 2005-09-08T16:19:00

2005-09-08T20:34:09Z

Discovering that this store has a website was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me.

(That right there? You like that? That's a special kind of flip, just for you guys.)

I bought this for Jae's belated birthday present:

and this for...well, because I liked it.

Just terrible.

I got pulled into a semantic argument between two, I don't know, Something's this morning while waiting for a bus. I say 'Something's' because GOD IT WAS EARLY and I was WAITING FOR A BUS. Clearly, I was in no position to note the details. So Thing #1 is all:

"Hey, eck-scoose me miss, miss, misss? MISS?"

"WHAT. What do you want."

"No one believes me that the word 'hyper-bowl' exists. Do you know what it means?"

Blink. "Hyper-bowl?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"...do you mean HYPERBOLE?"

"What?"

"Looks like 'hyper-bowl', pronounced like 'high-PER-bo-lee.'"

"OHHHH, no shit, for real?"

"Yes. And when someone says "You're dumber than a ton of fucking bricks," well, that's what they're saying."

Point: who wants to drive me to work in the morning? I will chip in for your delicious-$3.99-a-gallon gas.

Also, when giddily tracking your new laptop only to discover it's been in Shanghai for 3 days, be prepared to be really, really sad.

stultified @ 2005-09-07T16:02:00

2005-09-07T20:00:57Z

If I don't have an ulcer by the time I'm 25, I will be very, very surprised.

stultified @ 2005-09-04T01:14:00

2005-09-04T05:15:30Z

Still alive.

Just saying.

Other than that, I've got fuckall.

stultified @ 2005-08-19T00:34:00

2005-08-19T04:35:46Z

Vegas, baby, Vegas (pictures)

I can't guarantee when JoE will publish his, but he's got all the drunken HTS half-costume ones. Heh.

stultified @ 2005-08-01T11:14:00

2005-08-01T15:17:28Z

Zero time! Just an FYI that I've got no phone or internet at home, and a lot of crap to do at work, so let a sister slide for lack of e-mails/comments/myspace tomfoolery/etc. If you have to reach me, get me on my cell.

(of course, this will not stop the multiple scrabble games.)

The new apartment is coming along - as in, it was a den of nastiness Saturday, but is kind of livable today. The amount of work left is still fantastically daunting, and god do I hurt in so many places.

Number of live bugs seen & destroyed in 48 hours: 2, and neither of them were water bugs or roaches, which makes me very, very happy.

Number of dead bugs seen & grimaced at/disposed of: 1, which was a water bug, but hey, it was dead, and it's better than the 6+ we were seeing all over the place before we moved in

I still have to buy furniture that fits into my bedroom, the staff of U-Haul is comprised of total fuckheads, and life without a coffee pot is no life at all.

Something a little more coherent coming soon. And pictures! Especially of my 70's porn set living room.

stultified @ 2005-07-27T22:17:00

2005-07-28T02:34:40Z

After 3 hours of a Brazil's Department of Works type labyrinth navigation and 10 minutes with an NYU Resident (!!!), I had the following exchange:

"We can't give you this test." [meaning, the MRI I was supposed to have uh...2 months ago]
"Um. Why."
"Because the attending doctor refuses to authorize it."
"Um. Why."
"Because you're 23 with no history of medical problems."
"...."
"...."
"Well, I was under the impression that, with regards to medical problems, ONE MUST BEGIN SOMEWHERE."
"Yeah, I understand, but he still won't authorize it."
"You understand. Hm. You understand that I've been in nightmare pain for four months and because I don't have insurance, no one is able to 1) tell me why, and more importantly, 2) MAKE IT STOP, right?"
"I understand."
"You also understand that while I currently have no history of medical problems, I'm carrying around 7 strains of cancer, heart disease, diabetes, and god knows what else in my genes, right?
"I understand that, but the attending..."
"Right. Good. Just so we're clear. Have a nice day."

WTF! I AM SICK AND CANNOT RECEIVE HELP BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE $4000 TO SPEND ON A TEST. THIS IS AMERICA, OK? THIS IS THE COUNTRY WE LIVE IN. The uninsured can suffer & die and no one cares. No, I'm probably not dying, but hey - I might be! I wouldn't know because I can't fucking afford to find out!

Livid. I am fucking livid.

So, now what? My options consist of finding some half-ass clinic who might be willing to give me the MRI at the reduced cost of a generous 1500-2000, or just sit back and kind of hope whatever problem I've been dealing with since March goes away of it's own accord.

Those are my options. What a lovely set of options, wouldn't you agree?

It helps matters that I haven't had a decent night's sleep in 4 days, and my entire life currently consists of working, sitting by a hospital bed, and trying to put my whole apartment into boxes that cost $2.99 a pop.

The idea of the new place was once happy. Now it seems exhausting, daunting, and poorly timed.

Fuck this.

stultified @ 2005-07-21T18:38:00

2005-07-21T18:37:32Z

"One step? No, dude, 'babe' is at least 3 steps up from 'kittenmoo.'"

I'll just sit here and quote Jae all day. Oh, and get my ass kicked at Scrabble.

Domesticity is for chumps.

2005-07-20T14:54:06Z

Some things I am actually excited about buying, and no you don't get a cut:

It's not a Dyson, so I may need to worry about "things not working properly." God, I hate that guy.

Probably not that one specifically, but maybe one of it's cheaper cousins.

Again, probably not that one specifically, but maybe.

Oh, and so much more. God love my Ikea nesting instinct.

Also, Vegas trip booked. We'll be at the fabulous Luxor hotel on 8/20 through 8/23. Residents therein and nearby, holla! Ahem.

stultified @ 2005-07-12T19:29:00

2005-07-12T19:30:01Z

Jae: (paging through the company catalog) We should get a Wheel Chair Accessible sign for our bathroom.
Jae: ...
Jae: Because it's not.

She kills me.