Is there some sort of quaint New England tradition about not using rock salt? Is it just a Masshole thing? I need to find the weather predictions for this winter in order to see whether I'll need to buy ice skates. My other solution is to buy my own rock salt and bring it with me where ever I go. If I have to do that, I'm definitely purchasing the genuine article-none of the "pet-safe, child-safe, environment-safe" ice melt for me. If you're too lazy to maintain your property, why should I care?

And for once, I will not bitch about Livejournal. Sure, it has its problems, but at least it's not Facebook, GreatestJournal, or MySpace (do I even have to link to something to show how bad that is?).

Also, the R-rated trailer for the new Harold and Kumar movie. Hey, the first one was gross and hilarious.

I would update more often, but whenever I actually have something to write, I almost always end up deleting it. I'll get half-way through typing up the entry, and either I realize that my idea was stupid and should just be aborted, or I'll have writer's block, or I'll notice the atrocious grammar and/or sentence structure and at that point, it's so bad (to me, anyway), I'd rather just delete and pretend it never happened. In fact, I'm very close to just deleting this shit right now. I never delete anything because it might be too private, because both my brain and my fingers will prevent anything I feel is too private from ever getting typed out to begin with.

Originally, I was going to write an entry about Michelle Malkin's response to Boston Globe article about Mitt Romney's continued use of illegal immigrants to landscape his property. MM seized upon this opportunity to complain, of course. Yes, MM, if everyone called you a psycho stalker for, well, stalking two brain-damaged children (and encouraging your readership to do the same), then obviously if two journalists investigate a story about a public figure who's running for President, they must obviously be stalker as well. It's the exact same thing. And while the Globe isn't as conservative as the Herald, it can hardly be called liberal either.

On a more personal note, I have decorated my apartment, for the first time in years, for Christmas. Of course, for me, that just means getting a poinsetta, but still, conservative Christians should consider that a victory in the War on Christmas. Congratulations! You're winning a war that doesn't exist.

That was really random.

The Russians are taking over LJ.

The good news: SUP appears to be run by competent people. If this turns out to be the case, I might actually get a paid account here again.

The bad news: SUP might be run by competent, evil people. (But how can they be evil? Their name is SUP, for Christ's sake.)

The best news of all: Wank, glorious wank! Laugh at the people who confuse intellectual property rights with freedom of speech. Laugh at the people convinced we're all getting sent to the gulag (Come on, why would Russia bother to do that when they can send us a nice tall glass of polonium?).

I can't be bothered to get up in arms about this all. I need to save my rage for more important things, like the asshole Fed-Ex driver who splattered me nearly head to toe in dirty slush. Fuck you, driver. At least I learned some Russian.

LJ has done something I thought they'd never do; give us the ability to edit comments. Of course, this is only available to paid users. I've said earlier that LJ would never get another penny from me, but the potential for abuselulz is almost too great for me to resist.

Oh well, lightning will probably strike my building and fry my hard drive, thus ending my ethical dilemma.

I've learned two things so far today. One, this song actually has a name. Until today, I did not know the name of that song; I had always thought of it as "that song with the synthesizers". Come on, what other 80's song could it be? Two, I learned the singer of this song is a woman, not a dude.

I'd blame not knowing these two things on being high on cold meds, but a, I haven't continuously been high on cold meds for over twenty years, and b, OTC cold meds aren't what they used to be. Thanks a lot, meth-heads. Why couldn't you have stuck to crack?

Also, if you've ever wondered what you would look like with extra limbs, here's a good visual demonstration. I think I'm going to stop making jokes about wanting an extra set of arms.

I accomplished absolutely nothing this week. I had no time, what with my busy schedule of goofing off.

• I discovered that my vocabulary is pretty damn good, and I donated a hell of a lot of rice. Although that thing is addictive enough, I would probably keep playing it even if I found out no rice was actually being donated.



• When my brain was too fried from that, I amused myself by staring at one of the cutest things ever This may very well be more addictive than the free rice game.



• I also watched far too much t.v. Next week on Heroes, someone had better notice the gender on Peter's passport. I know you have amnesia, Peter, but shouldn't you have noticed your penis by now? Have you not gone to the bathroom in weeks? Enjoy trying to clear customs.



• I had thought the statues in this episode of Doctor Who were just CGI/props. It turns out that it's people, with some spec-fucking-tacular make-up one. By the way, if you need a new phobia in your life, I highly recommend the episode "Blink". You'll thank me for it later.

I agree with tabloid newspapers, or more precisely, I agree with the headlines they chose to go with today. There are lines you don't cross, even while campaigning for votes. Sure, if Cleveland had won the ALCS, it would have been acceptable for you to root for the Indians in the Series, but it is never appropriate for a Yankees fan (especially a self-proclaimed "number one fan") to root for the Red Sox. You had two options, Guiliani, and you picked the wrong option. You are the worst sort of panderer, not that there's any sort that is good.

I think I'm still a little sore about the post-season. ;) I think I will distract myself by watching cheesy Canadian vampire shows.

...And wank about it is already starting. Any sentence that starts with, "I have nothing against gay people, but," can never end well. Still no word on Sirius/Remus (they are gay, gay, gay, I tell you-Tonks is a beard!). In related news, this will never not be funny.

But you've probably already seen all of that. As for me, not much is new (SSDD). I've been too lazy to get a new TV, but since tv-links seems to be down permanently, I might soon rectify my lack.

I finally watched Battle Royale, and I find myself rooting for the oppressive, sadistic regime instead of the plucky youths. Specifically, I'm Team Kitano all the way. Let's just say I'm not really bothered by any of the students' deaths.

And while I'm rather infuriated by the way the StalkerWest/Claire relationship is being portrayed on Heroes (I'm just waiting for Sylar to meet up with West), I also find myself disturbed by the amount of mascara Claire wears. While watching the show, I think, "You're too young to be wearing that much mascara (or false eyelashes) on an everyday basis." I think I'm turning into my grandmother. Although concentrating on the makeup probably keeps from shouting "Douchenozzle Fuckface" whenever West appears.

However, according to diseases, I'm still considered a young adult. Seriously; "'Hard-to-remember-name' disease primarily affects older children and young adults, under the age of forty Son of a bitch. Clearly, I've been reading in the wrong section of the library for years.

ETA: Is it just me, or does the entry title put an unpleasant mental image in your mind? Also, I can't be the only one to find wet rabbits rather disturbing looking?

Inside Stop & Shop, right by the doors, there are people asking for donations to DARE. Outside of Stop & Shop, right next to the doors, is a guy asking people to sign petition for the reduction of penalties for marijuana possession (i.e., making a misdemeanor instead of felony).

Well, I thought it was funny.

You know what else makes me LOL, sometimes? Viral marketing.

According to our patron saint Linus Van Pelt, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the most sincere pumpkin patch on Halloween and then flies through the air to deliver toys to all the good little children in the world.

To commemorate this glorious holiday occasion, the Great Pumpkin Icon Meme of 2007 has been created.

1. Take your default icon and doodle a pumpkin on it.
2. Copy and Paste this description in your livejournal so others can do it.
3. Wait in your pumpkin patch for the Great Pumpkin on Oct 31.


I thought puking pumpkin went best with Ron Burgundy.

Maybe it's just because I'm tired and cranky, but this comment really rubs me the wrong way, and since I don't think I can write a response that isn't wanky, I will just bitch about here in my journal. I'm just too damn tired to write an articulate rebuttal, but dude, next time you have a thought, why don't you just keep it to yourself? Also, thanks for using bus in your comment, thus reminding me of my bus ride home, right in front of two seats some guy blew his groceries all over. Let's just say it's going to be awhile before I complain about my fellow bus patrons smelling of stale urine.

The Dethalbum: great album, or greatest album? It's certainly my favorite album of 2007 (so far). I liked every song on it the first time through, which is unusual for me. Of course, I've already heard most of the songs of the album; they've been expanded and polished up a bit. I did notice a lack of the Duncan Hills jingle. Fortunately, I already have a copy of it (Click here if you want it.)

In my search for a new t.v., I've noticed that t.v.s now appear to come in two sizes; small (20 inches and under) and large (32 inches and over). Guess what size I'm looking for? Hint: it's none of the above. Stupid urge to play video games.

I know I don't know all of the details of the case, but just how fucked up do you have to be for a judge to award custody to K-Fed over you?

I would complain about Comcast not showing Showtime's free preview weekend (meaning no season premiere of Dexter for me), but then my T.V. went on the fritz and then I finally found the leaked episodes online. I'll link you to the episodes if you want them. So far, season 2 is off to a great start.

( Cut for Season 2 spoilers )

I'd be pissed off about the T.V. being on the fritz, if it weren't for the interbutt. Just about every show I plan on watching I can catch online one way or the other. The only show I'm not sure about is Supernatural, especially since I could have sworn the new season wasn't going to start until the October 11th (it's actually starting on the fourth). And to think that this was going to be the season that I was going to watch shows like a "normal" person-on the television during their normally scheduled times.

To only read the posts on Feministing, and never, ever, venture into the comment section. I can't decide whether it's more infuriating or sad that people are so eager to defend their own ignorance. You'd think that people who claim to be feminists would know better, but it seems for some, it only counts as oppression when it personally affects you. You'd also think that commonsense should be common, but you'd be wrong again.

Holy crap, the Jena Six was actually mentioned in the mainstream news today. I guess Britney Spears must have decided to stay in her house today.

I believe that was definitely answered yesterday. And that answer would be, "Eleven and a half." Obviously, no one has said whether book 12 (which was supposed to be the last) was finished, but I'm guessing it wasn't. Of course, V.C. Andrews wrote far more books after she died, but I don't see people going that route with Jordan.

Note to George R.R. Martin: Don't die before completing your series.

Note to Self: Stop reading fantasy series before they have been completed. You'll thank me later.

ETA: IAWTC. Almost one hundred percent.

Being bored and poking around on the internet can lead to scary results. For instance, Asian Giant Hornets. Holy shit, just imagine this on your hand. If those ever make it to America, I'm never stepping outside without putting on a little eau de' DDT. And the "large mandibles" part? I bet that means those fuckers bite and sting. Also, I don't want anything that is colloquially known as "yak killer" crawling on my hand.

Now that I have completely freaked myself out, I should post something that will calm me down, maybe even make me laugh. I know, how about dead people? They are almost always comedy gold. (Worksafe clip)



Or how about crazy-ass people running around? (Also worksafe)




So far, we've had the undead and the hard to kill. What about Deadites? Hail to the king, baby!" It's always good to see other people acknowledging the genius of these films.

Or, if the giant Asian hornets didn't scare you at all, how about taking a gander at them in action?