Mumble Grumble

13 06 2006


Oh no! The world didn’t end…

I just thought I’d point out that I’m posting this on June 13th so obviously the world didn’t end. Sorry to disappoint you! Anyway, in the spirit of the apocalypse I had to work Tuesday night. While I didn’t find myself cleaning up after Satan, I did get to spend the evening fingerprinting some moody Goth kids. The very religious lady who lived across the hall decided that when her apartment got broken into, it MUST have been those “terrible” Goth kids across the hall… You can all see where this is going! The kids were a lot nicer than I was expecting but out of the 10 of them, not ONE managed to crack a smile… They did tell me all about the devil and one of them gave me a satanic bible though! Uh, what can I say… it made for “interesting” reading…

Linux iPods are just that much cooler…

I’ve been thinking about putting Linux on my iPod nano for a while and I’ve finally done it! *waits for applause* Installing it wasn’t very difficult, the installer works just like the regular iPod updater which is handy! It doesn’t look quite as nice as the regular operating system (or whatever its called) *but* there are always skins for that. Also, you don’t lose your original operating system, it’s just partitioned off and you can pick whether you boot into the apple thing (which still has all your songs and such on) or if you boot into Linux.
Double booting iPod… It’s cool but not quite cool enough so I did a little more digging and now, my little baby iPod nano plays videos. I’ve just finished watching extreme makeover, thankyouverymuch.

Okay so now I have a double booting iPod nano that plays videos and I didn’t think that could possibly get better until I found iDOOM. Oh yes, there is nothing like playing a little doom on your iPod.

White is the color of the cursed…

Why is it, whenever I choose to wear anything white, someone will ruin it with vomit, blood or something equally vile? Yes, I’ve had to lay yet another white shirt to rest after a guy at work managed to lose part of his finger. See, that alone probably wouldn’t really have much of an effect on me personally but the unrequested blood sample he so willingly gave me is another matter. Perhaps there’s some instinct that causes injured or unwell people to seek out the whitest outfit around and then proceed to ruin it, who knows…

As far as the finger severage goes, lets just say, sharp things and too many hands during autopsy are really not good… You see where this is going, right? Luckily it was only the top part of his finger although, as I’ve already suggested, it bled enough to ruin my shirt. As far as I know, the doctors just stuck it back on for him (would have been cool if they’d crazy glued it or something..) and it should be back to normal in a few weeks… That’s good, eh?

Oh and there’s something slightly scary about picking up a still warm piece of someones flesh. I kept thinking it was going to wriggle away from me or something… *shiver*

More of my pants – these things are getting quite full, eh?

  • Hamster cheeks and cooties – Its not really my idea of fun but I do have some pretty spectacular cheek swelling, STILL. It’s been three weeks now! A little penicillin (even though it turns out I’m allergic and had to stop taking it), a little rest and lots of ice cream still aren’t helping. If my cheeks get any bigger there’s just no way I’m going to be able to get through that door. Its that or I’m going to end up charging children rent so they can take up residence in my mouth.
  • anyone up for a little shopping in London? – I’m going to be spending Friday night, Saturday and part of Sunday in London this weekend to go to a wedding. I somehow managed to get my mom to agree to pay for my plane tickets ($4,500ish and that’s only business class!) on the condition I didn’t go crazy and spend a billion dollars while I was there. I *think* I can manage that!

    The last time I was planning on going to England was to see David and now he’s in the US, it feels strange to be going to his country without him! Maybe the weekend after I can go and kidnap him, bring him to New York and keep him all to myself for the summer…. Selfish? Who? Me? Never…

  • Day time television – The lack of college over the summer inevitably leads to a slight increase in my levels of hoboism leaving me sitting at home watching some really great, crappy shows. Just a little taster of some of the “quality shows” I’ve enjoyed so far(please note, I have no idea what I was watching so I’ve made up appropriate titles!):

    1. The Ugly Model – There’s really not much to explain here. The girls mom was so confident in her daughters ability to model that she’d spent thousands and thousands of dollars on portfolios and limos to drive around in – She’d even hired a body guard (the girl was so ugly I’d imagine that was enough of a deterrent to any criminals).

      Just looking at this kid its obvious that a) her nose is too big b) her mouth is too small c) she’s too short d) she’s too fat… the list goes on. Not only that, her photos did not look nice (hardly surprising with a face/body like that) and the poor thing had absolutely no personality or intellect whatsoever.

      Anyway, towards the end of the show, they go and see an agent to discuss her “career” only to be told what I’ve already stated above and more. Let this be a lesson to you kids, if you’ve been turned down by eighteen different modelling agencies, its really time to give up!

    2. Gay marriage with a twist – Now to be perfectly honest I’m not all that sure what was going on but I’ll explain to the best of my ability. The program follows a couple preparing for their wedding and it turns out, the “bride” is a transsexual who was once married and has a son. In the run up to the wedding, she/he/it gets a card from his/her/its son saying that didn’t hate him/her/it but he didn’t want to know anything about him/her/it. In my eyes at least, that’s perfectly reasonable but for this “bride,” it seemed to be impossible to understand why the son didn’t want to know… I mean choosing to have nothing to do with your father who’s turned into your mother (in a literal sense) is really rather an usual reaction *rolls eyes*

    I didn’t even know people like this existed! I can’t decide whether it’s out of morbid curiosity, snobbiness or even just boredom that I’m choosing to watch this stuff but I am and its brilliant. BRING ON THE FREAKS





Musical cheerios and breakfast gore.

29 03 2006


I miss the use of my hand. I think my piano does too, its just sitting in the corner lonely as ever. I’m pretty sure I heard it weeping last night. By the time the doctors decide I’ve learned my lesson, oh no, wait, I mean, by the time the doctors decide my bones are fixed, I’m going to be a music deprived wreck cowering in the corner while I mumble the notes of anything I hear… the doctors shoes, for example. Either that or my piano will get upset and bite my fingers off. Either way, someone will not be happy. While we’re on the subject of music, I really want to go buy a violin and learn to play it again. Its been *counts on fingers* oh, say, 10 years since I last tried. Sigh, that makes me feel old.

Lets see, lets see, I’ve gone round everyone going “Oh my god, her guts were hanging out and everything” but if I haven’t, you know now. I have to admit; I was slightly amazed when the majority of replies I got were “Cool! Did you get any photos?” not “Oh my god, ew.” Then again, the majority of my friends who know what I do are guys. If they weren’t photos from work, I’d have them posted here, there and everywhere but confidentiality is everything. Totally lame but as they wish… Rotten.com will just have to wait.

Sams back from school for spring break and she’s already driving everyone insane. Jack seems to have her wrapped around his little finger. He took her rollerblading and showed her some tricks. Mom, if you’re reading this, its nothing even close to the stuff he does so don’t freak out too much. That reminds me, I have some photos of him to post since a bunch of you keep bugging me for photos… “Coming soon: Jack” No, wait… that sounds weird, oh well, he is.

See, someone appreciates my blog. SEE. If you’re too lazy to click, ’cause I know some of you are it says:

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Click here and review me too, hos.

If you can’t speak (MSN that is) properly, why the hell are you talking to me? First, I have a name, not chick or anything else that will result in you getting a punch in the face. The question is “How are you?” NOT “U gud?” or any other retarded variation. Second, if you’re IQ is lower than that of a banana I suggest you go and lick some windows ’cause I don’t want to know. I’m sick of being harassed by sixteen-year-old morons who have the reading capability of an illiterate eight-year-old and are nauseated at the prospect of having any awareness of the world around them. I don’t care how many pizzas you ate before you vomited. I couldn’t care less that your ugly, stupid girlfriend just stuck a cheerio up her nose and can’t breathe. Oh and, the thing that gets me most, I’m not just here so you can see if your girlfriend is online or if Jack wants beer or vodka. RETARDS BE GONE.

’cause I’m really nice to all of you, some fun stuff I’ve found while magically floating about the internerd are as follows:

Tim – I’m still waiting for my neck kissing and hot secks. Until you deliver on that, no shoes for you.

Arfa – Come and see NY then. I promise I’ll keep all the weirdoes (bar me) away.