Dream Hat

I just bid for this hat on eBay. It a hat. I don't even wear hats. But I want the veil so when I wear it everything looks slightly blurry. That way I can pretend the world is all just a dream, and if I think about it just right, I can control it all.

Update: 4/16/2008: I've been outbid. I can't beat $5.50... damn... anyone want to buy it for me?

Sexy Back

Happy Tax Day!
(Thank you Hobbit for the idea!)

(Happy Birthday Lizard!)

Apologies...

Alright, so I haven't blogged anything original for a while. For a while it was because I had turned into a emo sheep dog of gloom, and then, it was because I got busy with some awesome ideas for some photo shopping. And since I don't have any fancy programs, I'm doing them all with paint. I promise I'll update more soon, and I'll post the pictures once they're done.

Airplanes broke my spirit

Consider this a "Best of" post. It's from my old blog, from a long time ago. But it still rings true with me.

You know what really sucks? When you notice something that you could rant about for ages. Something so ridiculous and seemingly obvious that once you shared it, you'd be pronounced smart ass of the year! And then some stupid flight attendant explains it to you...........

For instance, if you've flown on an airplane, you know that you're not allowed to smoke. Unless you are on fire. No smoking in your seat, no smoking in the bathroom, no smoking period. No "if"s "and"s or "but"s. However..... and please DO check this. If you have ever happened to fly in an airplane owned by "Frontier Airlines" you will notice.........

wait for it

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..................................................................there are ashtrays in the bathroom. ASHTRAYS IN THE BATHROOM!!!!!Imagine what thoughts must have gone through my head, doin' toilet paper origami and then...... what? An ashtray?

Sadly this has since been explained to me, (the planes are made in Europe, and in some countries there, you can apparently smoke on the plane) and that just plane sucks. (see the pun? did ya? did ya?)

Insecurity 2.0

People should have to earn a license before they are allowed to have children. In the years I've been an adult, and old enough to have friends that have kids, I've seen some things that truly make my blood boil. I've seen mothers tell their daughters that all women are either a bitch or a whore. I've seen groups of adults brag to their children about the many times they've driven home from the bar/club/party/etc drunk and weren't caught. I've seen a father chain his own son to a table, forbidding him to talk to anyone for the duration of a week, and then question why someone called child services on him. These are just the things I've seen with my own eyes. So much worse happens everyday. It disgusts me. It makes me hope that global warming speeds up so humanity can drown in our own vat of filth. If you want a child for any other reason than to love them unconditionally, then don't have one! In the age of now, with so many types of birth control, and options when pregnant, no one is being forced to raise an unwanted baby. (At least in this country.) The fact that people can do so many horrible things to their own children makes me fear what they're capable of doing to others.

Just another reason why I'm scared of having kids.

Origins of Me

This is Opera Mom. She raised me and my brothers to be the spectacular people that we currently are. (Personally I think I turned out the best, but that's 'cause she tried harder with me, as I was her favorite, right Mom?) She's the best teacher I ever had. And I'm really happy that after the teenaged rebellion phase was over, she's the first person I want to call when I have good news, bad news or just some juicy gossip to tell. I love you Mom!

Fakes

Bath poofs. Not just for exfoliating your back, they make great fake boobs when you're swimming! (Plus, when you have a bunch, they look like warped tribbles...)

We're gonna miss you, Karen, while you're gone.