tortuga is...
unable to come up with a status message that doesn't either (a) passive-aggressively call one of you bitches out on your increasingly cuntish behavior as of late or (b) make her sound like a drama queen and put up some sort of woe-is-me message and has thus decided to act like an adult and just leave the damn thing blank until she can come up with something amusing or light-hearted OR until Friday when she'll put up her road trip message.
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I hate that I have had to friends some of my enemies for political reasons on Facebook. (And no, if you're reading this, you're not one of them. Besides, I would passive-aggressively call you out on your increasingly cuntish behavior here, not Facebook to make sure that the message was well and truly received. Because I care.) I've been trying to get my balance back by thinking through the Four Noble Truths but Facebook (as well as the Internet in general) are not compatible with nirodha. So many people and things that I want but cannot have! It sucks. Or just when I get almost detached, someone does something really cuntish and I get all annoyed and worked up again. Being away from the Internet this weekend should help me get detached enough so that I'll stop feeling like a walking jangle of exposed nerve endings. I hope. I need to get this under control or I am gonna have to smack a bitch pimp style before the summer is up.
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Word of the day? Cuntish. But you probably figured that out, Gentle Reader. You're smart like that.
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On a somewhat related note, I was cruising around Second Life yesterday, and I ran into a more experienced workshop member who proceeded to act like a know-it-all bitch. I hate know-it-all bitches! So why do they keep finding me? Just because I'm polite doesn't mean that I'm an idiot. I can only hold my tongue for so much longer.
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On a completely unrelated note, I switched from Cinemax (which came as a free trial with my cable) and got Showtime. The Tudors? Complete crap but I love it! I mean, there are so many things wrong with it - casting, acting, historical accuracy...but dammit if I'm not watching every week. It's the television equivalent of a Phillipa Gregory novel.
So, I just downloaded Dexy's Midnight Runners, Puff Daddy and Neal Diamond from the Zune marketplace. I'm not sure what this says about me.
I think I may have to get a Zune car adapter before the big roadtrip on Friday.
I was checking out the CNN webpage, as I am wont to do on a Lazy Saturday, and I noticed a weird little t-shirt symbol next some of the headlines. Check it, yo. I'll wait.
Are you back? Okay. Well, as it turns out, you can buy official CNN t-shirts with headlines on them. Example. They seem to be limiting with headlines you can get, an editorial act which I can't decide makes this better or worse. The example I picked is sort of funny, but the other current options are just...well, stupid. Huh. I guess times are tough all over, and everyone's looking to make a buck anyway they can.
I don't hate men. I love men. LOVE THEM. Many of my nearest and dearest of are the male persuasion. THAT BEING SAID....
Sometimes, when I'm in a crap mood like I've been in for the past few days and sort of gloomy about the fact that men don't ever seem to be attracted to me and prefer to think of me as some sort of asexual muppet friend that they can talk sports and women with, well.... I find that I get a certain pleasure out of thinking bad things about males. Nothing permanent, just taking a slight vacation from my usual stance as a lover of all things men.
Imagine my delight (my evil, wrong, prejudiced delight) in finding that Jezebel has a regular feature called, "Crap email from a dude." You know, I gots problems, but at least I've never encountered this level of ass-hole-ish behavior. Read. Enjoy. Ponder your good fortune.
Okay, check out this lovely post he wrote today for his wife's birthday. That's why I keep coming back. Could it be that within all men lies a core this romantic and they are just unable through biology or culture to express it? I'd like to think so.
In other news, I'm going to buy a bike this weekend.
Wow. I haven't seen a good old fashioned Internet drama-thon in a long time. The best part is that I got in on the ground floor.
Okay, check it: One of my daily blog stops is The Ferrett. It's not one of those blogs I read because I particularly like the person or think that he/she is a fabulous writer. I think I got in the habit because he's (a) prolific and (b) comes from the sci-fi fandom/Role playing worlds and I'm sort of fascinated by the glimpses offered into them. He's also, for the most part, pretty sensible, which is rarity, especially on the Internet and double especially on LiveJournal. I also really dig his wife and their relationship makes me happy in a "Maybe one day I'll have that..." sort of way. And they live in Cleveland. O-H REPRESENT!!!
Anyhoo, yesterday Ferrett told a story about a recent Con he attended where, well....basically people wore buttons saying whether or not you could ask to feel them up. When I first read it, I was sort of non-plussed by it. But, in the way of the Internet, the shit hit the fan. Upon re-reading the original entry, I can see lots of problems with the project, but still not riled up enough to start threatening the man with physical harm.
Man, back during my Walden Year, I would have given my right arm to witness an Internet trainwreck of this epic of proportion. I mean, I could have spent days tracking the various threads and comments with would have sprung up. (Which is weird when I think about it, because while I hate drama in my own life I *LOVE* it on the Internet.) Stupid job keeping me from catching up on Internet drama....
I've been listening to the politics coverage on and off this evening. Once again someone brought up the idea of an Obama/Clinton or Clinton/Obama ticket. As precedent, they offered two examples of former rivals teaming up successfully: Reagan/Bush and Kennedy/Johnson.
Know what else they have in common? Conspiracy theorists believe that both Johnson and Bush (or their associates) were behind the assassination attempts on their presidents.
So I've been feeling sort of low the past few days. I think it's a combo of hormones, stress, lack of sleep and the whole going blind thing. I was just feeling really lonely and letting myself get annoyed about trifling things that I should have just let go.
Then yesterday someone sent me an anonymous Facebook gift.
And today someone rickrolled me on my cell phone.
Those are two of the silliest, most inane things in the world. I mean, I'm not for sure that the phone call wasn't a wrong number. But, as much as it embarrasses me to admit, they made me feel better. Like, there is someone somewhere who cared enough to make contact with me completely out of the blue. That's really all I needed. And I think the fact that I DON'T know who it is just adds to that. Like, there were no strings attached to it. Just a little day brightener.
God. Is this as pathetic as I think it sounds?
In other news, I'm going to see the Kids in the Hall. In Niagara. New York. Which, for those of you who haven't figured out where I live yet, is a hells of a long way away from where I currently reside. That leaves me with 43 days of vacation to burn by next June.
It's 7:48 and I'm going to bed. My eyes hurt. I got the glowing blue stick of eye-poking doom. I was not expecting the glowing blue stick of eye-poking doom. It was supposed to be a quick application of eye drops and then I was out of there. But no. Poking. With a glowing blue stick. Of doom. And ointment. To smear in my eye. Because drops weren't bad enough. And which the doctor has already told is going to hurt.
Yeah...I'm going to bed.
