And now, for an aged, septogenerian edition of…
Here’s To You!
So I raise my glass and say, “Here’s to you, Grandma!”
Yup, my grandma. It’s her birthday today. She’s 79.
You know? I complain about her a lot, sure. After all, she’s a racist, ageist, xenophobic, conservative 1950’s housewife. But behind all that, she’s pretty cool. And the fact that behind all that unpleasantness she still has plenty of room to be totally cool, that’s pretty great if you ask me!
So Happy Birthday, Grandma!!! 😀
It is not that hard to get a website, people. If you’re running a business, making a website would be a very good idea. Customers can look at your information without having to actually call you or visit you.
It takes only basic HTML. You do not need to pay some company an assload of money to design your website, which would just look like prepackaged crap anyway. Get your own domain name, which you can do for only like eight dollars a year, and find some cheap hosting or use your own server, which many places have. It doesn’t take a technological wiz. It takes knowing basic math and how to spell and not being a moron. Do it yourself.
Those of you who have websites? Good. One problem. Put more information on it than your address! I can find that out from the yellow pages. What services do you provide specifically? What options are there? What do those options mean? Throw in some background info. Anything. Just be more than some lame ass pamphlet.
Get a decent website or you’re not getting my business, idiot.
Yeah, remember a couple days ago when I was saying how awesome my fish are?
Well, Geist died. 🙁
She’s the 19-month-old platy, who was born in my tank. Sigh. Something seemed wrong with her for a while. A long while. But she seemed fine otherwise if not maybe a little sick. Now she’s dead.
Sigh. Well, I’ll just leave her in what I call the “funeral cup” for now. It’s a plastic red cup I put my dead fish in before I put them in their final resting place. I used to flush them like normal, but I stopped because since they have names and all, they deserve a better departure. So I bury them now. I’ll go outside tomorrow with a trowel blade and find a nice spot.
R.I.P. Geist
May 13, 2005 – December 8, 2006
🙁
Did I ever tell you that one? Nah. I don’t tell people everything about myself. I just let some things come up as they come up on their own. So people who know me learn little known facts about me during the course of knowing me. Makes it more fun.
Little known, seldom mentioned fact about me today? I play the piano.
Well, these days, I play only during Christmas time. I played earlier this evening, but only because nobody was home. Because I’m just that bad at it.
Continue reading “The 63-Inch Pianist”
I hereby decree…
White holiday lights suck. Colored lights, for the win.
Yeah, what’s the point of white Christmas lights? It’s the same color as your porch lights. You went through all the trouble of climbing around on ladders, nearly breaking your neck, pricking yourself in your bushes (huh, huh, huh), and untangling the wire, but for what? Boring!
Although if the lights flash and flicker, that redeems it a little. But solid white lights on the front of your house? Snooze.
Continue reading “Lights Please”
NYRA’s Jeff Odgis posted this on the forums today. It’s short, so I’ll repost it here.
Four-Year-Old Scares Off Armed Robbers
On Friday night a man forced his way into the home of Jennifer Long’s apartment in north Durham while a second man held a gun on her boyfriend outside. The robber forced Jennifer, another woman, and several children to lie on the floor.
Stevie, a four-year-old boy, slipped out of the room and changed into his Power Ranger costume. He re-entered the room waving a plastic sword and screaming, “Get away from my family!” The thief then fled with only some items from Jennifer’s purse.
Heather Evans, Stevie’s aunt quoted a counselor as saying that Stevie’s distinction between fantasy and reality needed to be improved. According the aunt Stevie believed he morphed into a Power Ranger. His little sister has experienced nightmares.
Stevie kicks ass. I mean, when we were little, wasn’t that our dream? That we could do more than just pretend to be heroes. This kid actually was one!
And, of course, the “well-meaning” adults can’t just be happy with this. No. There it was right there in that last paragraph.
“Oh, noes! Stevie can’t distinguish fantasy from reality!”
You idiot, he just saved your asses!
Continue reading “Be a Victim Like a Good Little Boy”
That’s right, folks. Today, I met NYRA forums crazy guy Chip Sinton. Also known as Sudburykid.
Chip is cool. He’s so cool that everyone else looks so not cool next to him.
It was like an early Christmas present to meet the famous Chip.
Oh, and he bought us food, which also rocks.
Chip kicks ass.
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Okay, Chip, there’s your requested entry. 😛
Well, I’m a bit late. It’s been Christmastime for over a week now. I just waited until now to say anything because, meh, felt like it. Started around noon on Thanksgiving to be exact, specifically when Santa Claus shows up in the Macy’s Parade. At that point, I put on my traditional Christmas pin. It’s of Santa Claus climbing a giant candy cane. It’s cool. :b:
So Merry Christmas.
Okay, you’ll be hearing that from me a lot more than this. Because I’m not one of these gay ranting sites that for some reason shuts down in December.:cute:
On the other hand, I shall post something here every single day of December! My little compensation for you. You need it. Your life sucks.
But better late than really damn early like my rant from five months ago.
Anyway, I’ll post something on this site every day in December. If I can’t come up with something for here, I’ve got some shit to post in the other sections, which have gone somewhat ignored since last spring, except for Croatan 2006 in Miscellaneous, which rocks balls. But even so, there’s a LOT of shit about Christmas time that’s worth rants. And not the same old crap you hear everywhere else.
So that is my present to you. Because I’m just cool like that.
Being put on hold has its perks. Assload of annoyances, but yes, perks as well.
My main task at work is ordering lab supplies. I call up the nice vendor and read off a bunch of catalog numbers my coworkers gave me.
One of my favorite vendors to call is Fisher Scientific. I call them at least once a week for something or other. Usually along the lines of “where the hell is my damn order, bitches?!” 😀
Continue reading “Hold Please”
And now, for a musically stifling session of…
YOU SUCK!
Here’s yet another pack of society’s dregs. People who, for whatever dumbass reason, will strictly limit themselves to liking or even listening to a specific kind of music. There’s a bunch of these for every imaginable genre. They only listen to Baroque period classical. Maybe they refuse to listen to anything other than Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby. For some, if it was made before 1997, it sucked. There are others who will only listen to The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, and Eric Clapton. Perhaps some denounce anything that isn’t 1980’s techno.
Whatever. You get the point (if your IQ is at least in the double digits, which is doubtful).
Continue reading “Music Elitists”