Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Here I am.. Rock you like a Hurricane..

Rock you like a hurricane because it is one. Hurricane Ike wasn't especially damaging for me, but it did knock out my power, my water, and a few windows. We still don't have power, and I'm getting somewhat use to the Amish way of life, and by Amish way of life I mean occasionally cheating on my lack of power by stealing it from other public locations. (snicker snicker).

However, this has definitely given me a lot of free time. I've been able to catch up on my books, play video games I have been putting off, study, and learn exactly how aggravating it can be to be trapped in a small space with another human-being.

It's amazing how things you can otherwise ignore can really grate on your nerves when you're forced to deal with it day in and day out.

Meh.. I miss electricity..


Oh and for the record, I don't think I should lose points for lack of postings due to natural disasters/acts of powers-that-be

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Kira Desu.

So I finished Death Note today. I've been completely addicted, reading volume after volume back to back. Just knocked it all out, bam bam bam.

I'm pissed.

The ending was just so... undignified.

That's all I'll say so as to not ruin it for anyone else, but I really must admit, I expected something.. else. I'm not sure what.. But something.

I saw an alternate ending on youtube (I highly suggest you look it up if you can) that I think I very much prefered.

Had the right taste of justice to it at the same time letting me keep my little fan-girl thoughts. I really did think at some point that one of the characters who I had thought was gone was going to reappear.

Death Note really fed my dark-side, I have to say. Someone said to me recently that they thought I'd be capable of harming an innocent person, to which I very much said No. I still stand by that statement, but I think that I am capable of harming another person if I seem them as villianous. Villianous.. is that even a word? It is now. I can think of no other way of describing the way I'd have to view them. And I wonder if my view of villany and non might be hazed or blurred. If you hurt someone who's hurting others.. aren't you just as bad as them? Or is it righteous?

I suppose that's a judgement call everyone should make at some point in their life. I wonder if this brainstorm is mine or if this is something that will arrise in a much more earnest view.

Would I use the Death Note to create my idea of Utopian world?

Maybe. I just don't know. Who would I be to judge who is wicked and who is just? Who am I to point the finger and the blame at another. Isn't there a saying of the likes that goes something like "He who shall judge should be prepared for the same".. perhaps not. There should be if there isn't. Somehow that crap about letting he who is without sin cast the first stone lacks the pizzazz this day and age needs.

We need something more powerful for the high-power world of today. Something like
"Judge him if you must with your scythe of righteousness and zeal, but arc so as to cut yourself down as well, for as you do you share his sin and guilt as though it was your own."

Meh.. Too long winded..


Sunday, September 7, 2008


So I just looked at my activity on my blog. There are people reading my blog. Like.. Random people. It's weirding me out. I can only imagine what it must feel like when you get caught in an embarrassing situation but have to get help from the cops.

Something really bad, like, you decided to have sex with your boyfriend in a tree and your clothes fell to the ground knocking the ladder down and all you have is each other and a cell phone to call for help.

I think having random strangers read your intimate boring rants must be something like having to explain to the cops what you were doing up a tree, naked. (We were just picking fruit, yeah, and then, uh.. our clothes.. became.. itchy.. ANTS! THEY WERE FILLED WITH ANTS SO WE HAD TO TAKE THEM OFF TO SAVE OUR LIVES! OUR LIVES, MAAAAAN!")

Reminds me of the one time I got pulled over by a cop. I was crossing the street from my highschool and earlier that day my friend had brought a set of fore-play dice to class, not even sure why, but he gave them to me because he was afraid of getting caught with them (and the teachers all loved me and would never have thought to search me) but me being the absent minded person I am forgot to give them back at the end of school. I had completely forgotten the bloody things were in my pocket, and then suddenly =WOOP WOOP= the sirens of a copcar go off and a police officer pulls me over for jaywalking.


I didn't even know that was a real crime! I thought it was something they just made up, like those little tags on matresses that you're not suppose to tear off.

Anyways, he has me put my hands on the car trunk and spread my legs so he can pat me down. He empties my pockets onto the car and so now I'm standing there, legs and arms spread having to explain to him what these dice are (my being a virgin only adding to the awkwardness since fore-play dice aren't exactly my area of expertise) while students and teachers drive by on their way home afterschool. Still don't know why I got cuffed and put into the backseat so he could look up my record for freakin' Jaywalking.

Anyhoo, the moral of the story is:

Meh.. Greetings and Salutations Random Ass People..


Saturday, September 6, 2008


I watched Speed Racer today on DVD (working for the man has it's perks.. especially when the man peddles entertainment to the masses). I almost had an orgasm from the overload of colors. Dear lord, I think my eyes would probably bleed if I saw that on blueray on an HD tv.

The entire movie was like watching an anime mixed with F-Zero mixed with every color in the spectrum and like... crack. There was definately crack in there. Or maybe 'shrooms. (Crack is whack, Crack is cheap. I make too much money to do crack.-Whitney Houston)

I must own it. Nyow.


Like, the movie as a whole wasn't especially awesome, but the colors and the effects they used were just like, wow-za. I don't know if I'll even watch it again once I own it.. But I must own the color spectrum. I'll feel like less of a woman if I don't. Like somehow I did Speed Racer and the Matrix Brothers a great injustice by not acknowledging their skill of capturing every happy shiny color that could ever be thought up.

Meh.. I think it's 20 bucks well spent..


Friday, September 5, 2008

The Church of Oprah and Later Afternoon Saints

I have decided Oprah is a cult. Think about it. She gives gifts to her followers. She gives her opinion on what they should read, do, believe, think, listen to, vote for.. She has all of these women in America (and beyond) blindlessly and mindlessly following her every whim. I guarantee if Oprah said that the best way to change the world was to go pick up a gun and shoot one person on a pre-prepared list that she would release in her magazine (so sneakily named "O!") that at least a few people in her little cult following would do it while chanting "Oprah.. Oprah.. Oprah.." in that automaton zombie like monotone voice.

I wonder if there is anyone out there that can take down the juggernaut ("Do you know who I am? I'm the Oprah, Bitch!") that is Oprah. Maybe those post-menopause-caffeine-addicted-she-bitches from The View.

Oh btw, The View is apparently from a rear window. Some sick shit goes on when you watch that. (Yay for old movie references).

I wonder if Dr. Phil has grown enough of a following to rival the Opramann Empire. Xirxes wishes he had the P.R. Oprah has.

Meh.. I'll just stick to leaving my T.V. off, thanks..


Thursday, September 4, 2008

Nothing, Nothing Tra La La?

I haven't the faintest idea what to blog about. I am really quite horrid at this whole repetative diary bullshit. Perhaps I can just hire someone to live my life for me and then write about it. I can always edit it later to add in witty commentary, a few dry jokes, and a couple of curse words. Maybe a horror movie reference or 2.

And for some god-forsaken reason the blog won't open and be edited on my Mozilla browser, and it fucks up royally on Internet Exploiter. I really don't know why they even bother to make IE anymore, it's such a craptacular program that it makes me want to learn to program just to make something that looks exactly like it BUT WORKS, and then make it freeware. Just to irk Microsoft, mostly because if I make no profit then there's not exactly any company to buy out now is there?

Heheheh, I bet they hate it when they find something they can't buy, bribe, or burn to the ground with their lawyers and their red tape.

Meh... bloggy enough..


Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Zorbies!! Oh Em Gee!

So Louisiana got hit by another hurricane. Again. They flooded our town. Again. Crime has gone up. Again.

I saw an advertised item in the store today on my way home called Zorbies (or some variation of spelling of that). They can suck up like 3 gallons of water in this small towel looking thing. Legendary absorbtion power.

I was thinking, I should probably do a good deed and grab like 20 of those and throw em down to New Orleans. Those things are allegedly strong enough to suck up a hurricane.

Meh.. worth a shot..


Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Our Ancestors coulda been Hippies

So something dawned on me in Anthropology again, as seems to be par for my case. We were talking about the Phantrogolites and the Phanparascus aka Trogs and Bonobos. Trogs are the commonly known chimpanzees that we love and adore and use in everyday tests to compare ourselves to our distant cousins. The interesting thing is that the Trogs are male dominated, violent and agressive, and solve conflicts by using their fists and objects. On the other hand, the Bonobos are female dominated, much more calm and almost hippy like, and solve conflicts by making love. Allow me to explain. If one Trog had 2 bananas and another Trog wanted one or both, they would fight it out, who ever wins gets their way. If a Bonobo had 2 bananas and another Bonobo wanted one or both, the second Bonobo would carress the the first one, pretty much just seduce it and show it a good time in hopes of coaxing it into sharing or giving it those bananas. Bonobos not only have normal genital to genital sex, but also oral, and manual sex. In fact, most everything concerning them is solved using sex. Make love not war, I guess. The reason they evolved so drastically different is because the Bonobos strived in an area where food was abundant and where cooperation paid off. The Trogs, however, had to struggle for every meal, and aggression served them well.

Our teacher being the man he is posed the question: "Why do we use the Trogs as our examples and not the Bonobos?"

My answer? Greed is an inheritately human trait. We cannot ever view the world through the Bonobo's eyes because even if everything is in abundance, there will always be greed, wanting more then we ever need. Violence and aggression are side-effects of such greed, traits commonly shown in the Trogs.

Meh.. Makes sense to me..


Monday, September 1, 2008

Zombie Presidents!

I saw an ad today that made me laugh and I wanted to share. They are selling newly minted coins with past presidents likenesses on them, Washington, Jackson, etc. These come in a protective case, individually numbered papers that supposedly convince us of their authenticity, and (this is what made me bust out laughing) "A real autograph card for each President"...

So they raised these bastards from the dead to sign these cards to ship out to us. How kind of them.

Meh.. And all for the low low price of 9.99.. plus shipping and handling and zombification costs, of course..