Sunday, September 30, 2007

I Am Old Yeller's Morbidity

I've been uber busy this past week, and I've had a lot on my mind. Couple that stuff with the fact that I'm the laziest woman that ever lived, and the end result is that I've neglected the hell out of my blog. Hopefully things will settle down by the end of this week and I'll be able to devote even five minutes to posting anything.

I DID have about five minutes to devote to posting something today, but my brain is so preoccupied that I couldn't think of anything (actually, I did think of something, but who wants to read an incoherent five paragraph rant about how much of a pain in the butt it is to clean dried-up silly string off the side of a tree? Seriously, the whole post would have consisted of me going "GODDAMMIT!" over and over again-you're better off not being subjected to that). Then I remembered farting around on some silly quiz site yesterday, and I thought I could post the results of some of the tests I took. I really hate resorting to internet personality tests to fill up space on the blog, but fuck it, a new post is a new post, and that's all that matters.

I am Rabies. Grrrrrrrr!
Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.

I am Jack the Ripper. Come here, my pretty ...
Which Evil Criminal are You?
A Rum and Monkey crime.

Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

Sunday Music Dump

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Saturday, September 15, 2007

Mighty Little Man

About a month ago, I acquired another dog (for those of you keeping score at home, the TDYL Pet Tally now stands at 5.) His name is Patches (aka Patch, aka, Patchouli, aka Padamamie, aka Pothead, aka Patrick Star, aka Petra Haden...In case you were wondering, I HATE the name Patches) and he's a Jack Russell mix. He's about 3 months old, and he's quite the feisty little beast.

The first week that we had him, he attempted to make friends with Lily and Pepper and they, being the brave souls that they are, would jump on the couch and cower, just out of his reach. As you'll see, he's quite a vicious looking character. However as time has passed, the girls have become accustomed to his frightful visage and they've all decided to try and live together in harmony, I guess for my sake.

As for just HOW well they get along, Pepper does her best to put up with him, and will even play with him if the mood strikes her, which is exceedingly rare these days. At the ripe old age of 4 1/2 years old, Pepper is getting to be a cranky old bitch (and yet she's still my favorite, I wonder why). She's also become camera-shy for some reason, so she does not make an appearance in these photos.

Lily on the other hand has taken to Patches quite swimmingly and has assumed a bit of a maternal role in addition to being his bestest buddy-it's all really very sweet if you're into that kind of thing.

As for Patches himself, he's pretty well-behaved for a puppy, especially a male puppy. He doesn't chew very much and he's picking up the house training thing rather quickly, I guess because he goes out with the other dogs. He's kinda hyper, and when he's hungry, he drags his food dish into the middle of the floor so that I'll trip over it and feed his little fat ass. He also likes to sleep next to my head, and when you talk to him in the right tone of voice, he'll back-sass you. Oh, and he likes to chase and kill crickets and if you scratch him on the back just right, he does this full-body shiver thing-I swear, it's fucking precious...

So, I kinda like him, I guess. Just a little. Yeah.

Friday, September 14, 2007


I wasn't going to post anything relating to the Britney Spears VMA performance, but this little tidbit has me perplexed:

An Emmy Awards show source told that Fox is “in negotiations” with Britney Spears to make an appearance on Sunday’s telecast. “The idea is to have her come on and apologize for the VMAs,” the source reportedly said. “She’s weighing the offer.” A source close to Spears reportedly told US, “I can’t say this is 100 percent not true...[but] if she is doing anything for the Emmys then it’s not going through the official channels.”

Apologize? For what? Don't get me wrong-I saw that pitiful display the night it aired, and I'm not saying it was good in any way, shape or form-she acted high, she looked dumpy, and Oh mah Gawd, her HAIR. But it's not like she came out and dropped a deuce on the stage, she just didn't put on a good show. Have people gotten so sensitive that they have to be compensated for witnessing 4 minutes of mediocrity?

There's no chance in hell that Britney can gain my respect at this point: I figure her best bet is to disappear for about 10 years and make her comeback by appearing in a John Waters movie, then MAYBE I'll give her a chance. However if she apologizes for the VMAs, in my eyes, she will have blown it for good. Embrace your suckitude, Britney-it's all you have left to hold on to now.

Oh, and if you want to apologize for something, say you're sorry for getting out of cars while not wearing any underwear-that's just uncalled for and I REALLY don't need to see that THING again.

  • Eat It

    I feel like shit.

    That's probably not the classiest way I've ever started a post, but the point remains: I am not myself. All week long I've felt tired, weak, slightly depressed and kinda anxious. It's like that feeling you get right before you get sick, only it's lasting FOREVER. On top of all that, I've had insomnia for the past 3 days, and my hair is looking kinda ratty.

    But I didn't come here to bring everyone down with me. That's just a bonus.

    Really though, I haven't felt like posting anything all week, in fact, today's the first day I've even looked at my blog at all since Sunday. It's funny too, because I've read and seen a bunch of things that I probably would have posted about had I not been feeling like the Corpse Bride all week, but it was not to be. Actually, I came very close to posting about something last night, specifically Viggo Mortensen's bizarre Colbert Report cameo, but obviously I didn't. (Seriously, those 2 guys together on my TV at the same time? I don't want to be crass, but if I was feeling better, I would have feared for the integrity of my drawers.)

    I'm starting to ramble, so I'll get to the point of this post. As I have previously stated, I feel like doodoo, and as much as I love you all, I'm more concerned with the state of my own body and mind right now. I've got over-the-counter meds and my big ol' down comforter to take care of the body part, and to take care of the mind part, I'm going to watch this movie-it always cheers me up.

    After that, I'm getting my ass to bed, and hopefully I'll sleep more than 10 minutes.


    Or day. Whatever the hell...

    Wednesday, September 05, 2007


    Talk about a turd in a punchbowl:

    Pete Doherty is being lined up to play a zombie in a new BBC sci-fi show. With his dead-eyed expression and pale skin, the singer, 28, already looks like the flesh-eating undead. Buffy The Vampire Slayer creator Joss Whedon, 43, wants to cast Pete in Ripper, a spin-off of the cult series. Anthony Head, 53, will reprise his role as Giles to battle monsters in England.

    'Joss admires [the] pop references in Doctor Who and thought it would be great to get some British musical and comic cameos in the new series,' a source tells the Daily Star. 'Pete seemed the obvious choice, with his love of the macabre. The blood paintings and the self-styled night creature are perfect. 'It's thought he'll play an approximation of his real-life persona – the zombie remnants of a rock star and poet unable to rest and therefore haunting London – with grisly results, of course.' If Pete signs up, he'll begin filming in January, for a June air-date.


    I'm beyond pleased that the long-talked about Ripper spin-off may actually see the light of day-I'm a Buffy nerd, and so I care about this kind of stuff. But seriously, Pete Doherty? Do I love Anthony Head as Giles enough to suffer through watching Pete Doherty acting his way through a heroin haze?

    Answer: Yes. Yes, I do.

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    I Get Mist-y

    It dawned on me the other day that I haven't posted hardly anything in awhile that wasn't music or a video of some kind. I've just been busy lately, and when I do have time to post, I don't feel like putting much thought into it.

    Today isn't ANY different.

    Awhile back, I read that Frank Darabont was going to adapt the Stephen King short story, The Mist, into a big-deal Hollywood movie. I was kind of excited about this because : A) I'm a goofy movie nerd; B) Darabont has done pretty well with King adaptations before (Shawshank, The Green Mile), and: C) The Mist is my absolute favorite King story (not my favorite NOVEL: that honor goes to the Shining. That book scared the piss out of me, of course I was 11 when I read it.) I love any story about a diverse group of people, trapped together in a confined setting, uniting against an unspeakable horror-it gives me a happy.

    Well, yesterday I saw the trailer for the movie, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's always nice to see Marcia Gay Harden and Andre Braugher in anything, but I'm a bit troubled by the presence of Thomas Jane. I saw him in the trailer and had a horrible Dreamcatcher flashback (that movie was so bad, it gave me PTSD.) Come to think of it, I honestly don't think I've EVER seen a movie that starred Thomas Jane that didn't suck fuzzy monkey balls. I don't have anything against the guy personally, but yeah, his movies are not so good.

    Maybe it's just me, though. Maybe I like The Mist too much as a short story to be objective enough. Someone else watch the trailer and tell me what you think.