Because I moved around a lot...

Your Linguistic Profile:

45% General American English

20% Dixie

20% Yankee

10% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

Here's one you'll appreciate

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Lyrics found at Vaxcave

MC Lars - Hot Topic is NOT Punk Rock

(MC Lars is more punk than you)

Go!
Books about Evanescence (Are not punk rock!)
Guns ‘n Roses watches (Are not punk rock!)
Hello Kitty iPod cases (Are not punk rock!)
Rob Zombie lunch boxes (Are not punk rock!)
Slipknot binder paper (Is not punk rock!)
Tinkerbell pillow cases (Are not punk rock!)
Led Zeppelin air fresheners (Are not punk rock!)
Tupac incense burners (Are not punk rock!)

Hot Topic is not punk rock! (Hot Topic!)
Hot Topic is not punk rock! (Hot Topic!)
Hot Topic is not punk rock! (Hot Topic!)
Hot Topic is not punk rock! (Hot Topic!)

Misfits candle tins (Are not punk rock!)
ICP throw blankets (Are not punk rock!)
Beaded Elvis curtains (Are not punk rock!)
Talking Lambchop plush dolls (Are not punk rock!)
AC/DC hair clips (Are not punk rock!)
Spongebob wristbands (Are not punk rock!)
Sex Pistols boxer shorts (Are not punk rock!)
Dischord back catalog (Okay. Maybe that’s punk rock.)

Hot Topic is not punk rock! (Hot Topic!)
Hot Topic is not punk rock! (Hot Topic!)
Hot Topic is not punk rock! (Hot Topic!)
Hot Topic is not punk rock! (Hot Topic!)

Hot Topic is a contrived identification with youth subcultures to manufacture an anti-authoritarian identity and make millions. The $8 you paid for the Mudvayne poster would be better spent used to see your brother’s friend’s band.

DIY ethics are punk rock
Starting your own label is punk rock
G.G. Allin was punk rock.

But when a crass corporate vulture feeds on mass-consumer culture, this spending mommy’s money is not punk rock!

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1. Audition :: high school


2. Urgent :: messages
   


3. Lunch :: reading time!


4. Adult :: xxx


5. Mug :: Zareena


6. Awful ::headache


7. Comics ::Spiderman


8. Damage ::crit


9. Kicks ::Monkees covered this song
   


10. Experience ::leveling

#s 8 and 10 point to me playing too much WoW this weekend

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1. Episode :: House


2. Source :: code
   


3. Jerk :: chicken


4. Introduce :: newbies


5. Ralph :: 8th grade


6. Stare :: glare


7. Cast :: never had one


8. Scenario :: work


9. Flu :: usual
   


10. Mad :: cow

The Advice Goddess is Amy Alkon. You can find her here

Where The Wild Things Aren’t

My daughter is getting married this month, and we’re having a formal evening reception featuring champagne and dancing. On the invitation, we stated “Adult Reception.” You cannot imagine the trauma this has caused. We don’t have the budget to have lots of children at the reception, but more importantly, my daughter, her fiancé, and I feel a formal evening event is not appropriate for children. Were we out of line, and do we need to apologize?

--Mother Of The Bride-To-Be

Well, excuse you if the last two words you want to hear at your daughter’s wedding are “FOOOOD FIGHT!” And maybe, just maybe you’d like to avoid having some parent pull you aside at the reception and whisper, “You don’t think the bridesmaids’ dresses are flammable, do you? My 8-year-old’s in her arson phase again.”

Who says America isn’t a monarchy? It’s ruled by millions of tiny tyrants named Cody and Madison, presiding over adult-sized serfs called parents whose single greatest fear is not being liked by their children. Such parents have their uses. No, not setting boundaries, but filling toy orders, nodding submissively at their children’s self-revised bedtimes, and sweeping up meatloaf and peas hurled on the floor and replacing them with Cocoa Krispies with a side of Snickers in chocolate sauce.

Parents like these are convinced that the world revolves around their children, and they can’t understand why your wedding should be any different: A little cake, a little champagne, and little Amber yelling out in the middle of the father of the bride’s toast, “Mommy, Jason cut one!” “Did not!” “Did too!” The truth is, even well-behaved kids are still kids: at times, whiney, ornery, fidgety attention-piggies. The bottom line is that this event is not being catered by Ronald McDonald, and will not feature kiddie karaoke, games of Super Soak The Groom, or Pin The Tail On The Bride. Accordingly, you tactfully informed your guests that you’re having an “Adult Reception” instead of getting more to the point: “Leave your loud, underparented brats at home.”

Quite frankly, you’re doing the rest of us a favor by setting limits for the savages. Because people get tweaked about it doesn’t mean they’re right and you’re wrong. (It’s your party, you can ban crying babies if you want to -- and shy, angelic 13-year-olds, too.) Think about what these people are asking; essentially, “Hey! Where’s my kid’s free dinner and entertainment?!” It’s the height of rudeness. And now, ask yourself something: What kind of person goes through “trauma” over a subtly worded hint that an elegant champagne formal is no place for children? Who else? The parents who are last to understand that having their particular kids in attendance means you’ll not only need monogrammed napkins and place cards, but precut strips of monogrammed duct tape to bind and gag the little darlings when they act out.

As for any parents who get indignant at the need to hire a sitter, if this was going to be an issue, they should’ve used protection. That said, if some of your guests are coming from afar and bringing their children, you might want to provide a list of baby-sitters, or even set up a baby-sitting service in a hotel room or at somebody’s house. But apologize? Please. You may as well send out revised invitations that say, “Why stop at the kids? Why not bring your Saint Bernard? And, hey…while you’re at it, truck over your daughter’s life-sized robotic pony so she can gallop circles around the bride and her father while they share the first dance.”

Labels: Article Link, Comedy

As you can see...I really need to pare down my labels. Hopefully the blog will be back to normal soon.

So, I updated to the newer version of blogger and have been labeling posts. However, it looks like I'll have to uprade my template to make use of the label code hack I found. I am way too tired to do that now.

Labels: Blog Update, Lazy Glitzy

Life is short. I take it for granted. I think many of us do.

Dealing with Pooky's mortality has caused me to look at my own, reasses the things in my life that are important.

Case in point: I don't like my job. In reality, this will be but a blip in th oe overall history of my ilfe. 'Tis true that I hates it (my precioussss) with a passion on some days. On others, I really wish I had mastered the ability to sleep with my eyes open. Today was the kicker...a flower delivery guy rode up with me in the elevator and commented, "Well you just look happy to be here today."

I was actually in pain from my Invisalign, but I'm sure I look that way on other days.

Instead of fuming in my little cube, I have spent the past couple of work days filling out my application to graduate school and figuring out how to go about getting transcripts sent, which ex profs to bug for recommendations, etc. This has lessened my grumbliness.

Surprisingly enough, I did get a response from my most recent prof fairly quickly. He even sent me the letter to look over. Now this really brightened my day some counts.

• Everyone loves to hear good stuff about themselves and I really did bust my ass in that class to get that grade.
• I learned that spelling errors can really bring forth glee and merriment...well...spelling errors and the four hours of sleep I had the night before combined.
  
• Apparently I have transgender issues of which I was not previously aware.
  

Behold. You'll probably have to click on it to make it bigger. Bigger!!

Who knew that tasty fruit such as these lovelies could be presented with challenges? And I unknowlingly bested them by rising up to those challenges while sitting in that cinderblock walled classroom! Pommes are no match against Lady Glitzy!

Must have been my detachable penis that gave me the upper hand.

Labels: Comedy, Grad School, Invisalign, Motivated Glitzy

Update on my Pooky kitty - doing much better. His bloodwork is much better and he is more and more like himself every day. His appetite is still not where I'd like it to be, though. Unfriendly and I have been syringe feeding him Hills K/D (kidney diet) wet food every night to compensate for his lack of appetite. It's a messy business.

Other things:

I've gotten into watching Queer as Folk on Logo. I never saw it when it was on cable b/c I don't subscribe to any of those pay networks.

I am working on a puzzle. I finished one in December and picked up two more at Hobby Lobby.

I had a birthday this past week. I am now *gasp* 33.

I got this for my birthday.

Work is still annoying. Another developer left and two new folks got hired on. My boss also has decided to transfer to another department. I'm not really surprised. I had joked around with her about when she was going to find a new job when I learned about the latest developer who turned in his notice. From what she said, I got the idea that she was also looking for a change. Mind you, I started in July and 4 developers quit before the end of 2006. There weren't that many of us to begin with.

I'm hoping to be hired on through another company relatively soon. I would be doing programming / development from home which would be ideal. I'll know more next week. I've kind of been holding out for this company which is why I am still at JobFromHell.

Unfriendly and I have been invited to a WoW themed LAN party. It's a potluck and I'm not sure what to make that would be appropriately World of Warcraft themed. The best I can think of at the moment would involve finding fish shaped cookie cutters and making sugar cookies that look like Savory Deviate Delight

I am knitting this poncho for my mom. Hopefully I will finish it by Valentine's day. I've been super slow with the knitting.

Through blog surfing I came across this siteand tried my hand at the latest word offerings.

1. Incomplete ::horizons


2. Bobby ::McGee


3. Chopstick ::wish I knew how to play the piano


4. Trauma ::childhood


5. Hesitate ::in dreams


6. Leap :: and bound


7. Magnify ::nothing


8. Yards :: of fabric


9. Alexander :: the grape. I love those candies..haven't had 'em in ages
   


10. Fracture :: tibia

I also found this through blog surfing

What kind of yarn are you?

You are Mohair.You are a warm and fuzzy type who works well with others, doing your share without being too weighty. You can be stubborn and absolutely refuse to change your position once it is set, but that's okay since you are good at covering up your mistakes. Take this quiz! Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code

Time go hit the puzzle again!

Labels: Birthdays, Events, Kitty Kids, Memes, Online Quizzes, Pooky, Television, Work Sucketh, WoW