Hmm... do I even own anything green?

St. Patrick's Day. Somehow I don't know if it's even worth acknowledging the holiday as I a) am not in NY, where it is a fucking big deal (even the gang members wear green hankies and the hookers wear green fishnets...) and/or b) not really a big drinker, nor do I have anyone to go drinking with. I mean even though beer is kinda gross (especially when they dye it green), I would certainly get into the spirit if I had someone to get silly with. I think the extent of my celebrating will be wrassling up a green shirt (I've got to have one somewhere) and loading a bunch of Pogues, Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys onto my Nomad.

Beer Bad! *chuckle* just watched that episode of Buffy. Good stuff.

For a day though, it hasn't begun half bad. Yeah, I did have to get up at the asscrack and snowblow but that wasn't really ignominious as the snow was light and powdery and Red Riding Hood (yes, I've named the snowblower. bite me.) started up without a fuss and didn't give me a single problem. sundart came out with me with a shovel and together we cleared the driveway and walk in forty minutes, go us, that's probably the fastest that's ever been done. And inside for hot breakfast, though all I had was O'Soy and water, damned fuckety digestion. I'm thinking shoving the O'Soy to the back of the fridge was a bad idea... I wasn't really in the bargain for frozen yogurt today, even if it did look wicked cool when I opened it. Still, ice chunks in the breakfast weren't all that pleasant.

Opening Seelye lab this morning and hanging there until 12ish. Thinking I might transfer the exported sound files from the mixes yesterday to the laptop (which disturbingly, wants to be named Little Beavis... I don't think it's a good idea to have a machine whose namesakes are a blond moron with a penchant for picking his nose and harinezumi's penis), take a stack of CDRs, and set about burning the crap to CD whilst I work. Also taking some homework, as sundart gently pointed out yesterday here it be wednesday and I've barely touched it.

Called and talked to timarok late last night... he's got me thinking about some shit. Well maybe not he himself but just the situation in general... But that's processing for a later entry, I think. Gotta go run around now.

Junk Mail XII - The Boredom of Andee!

Yours Anally - Get inside someone sweet
Chocolate Lovers - Do you like Chocolate?

Okay, the juxtaposition of these two is just plain sick and wrong.

Fwd: baldPousay - Pousay? Yo, what's up pouSAY? Coming to a street corner near you.

Could you pfizer? - Ah the verbing of the drug company that brought us Viagra. What does this mean, though? hmm...

pfi•zer('fi-zer) intransitive verb -ered; -er•ing :the act of chemically correcting erectile dysfunction.

Super Size your weiner - for only 99 cents extra. Includes fries and a soft drink.

5 mature dvds for only 1 buck - so... a mature DVD is one that's sat on the shelf in the cellophane for a few years? Upon opening, does it reveal a fuller, richer, better movie? Hmm. Hollywood would love that. Hell, Gigli would be Oscar material in a decade...

EverWantedT0 make her say "0h my god itsbig" - Nah, people already say that about my ass all the time.

Achieve massive size down under - Listen, mate, I don't think the Australians care about your size any more than those of us up here in the northern hemisphere. I mean, I'm sure if Steve Irwin wanted to do a Croc Hunter Special on the Playboy Channel... "Crikey, what a large naughty bugger this is!"

Eat a prime young cunt - I've often wondered if there was a rating system for female plumbing. What would exactly constitute grade A Prime Cunt? *whistles Hoe Down‡*

Sizzling Man Luv Vdds - A badly written personal ad, perhaps? "Sizzling Man, brown/brown H/W Prop. Seeks same for LTR and VDDS." Of course, then you have to wonder what exactly VDDS stands for... Very Dangerous Drunken Sumo?

They will do everything with every hole! - Okay, I deeply resented it when golf, probably the most boring sport on the face of the planet, got its own cable channel. Now it's invading my junk mail. *whine*


‡ Hoe Down is a piece in the Rodeo ballet suite by Aaron Copland. It's more popularly known as "Beef: It's what's for dinner."

Ugh

I'm going to have to take a shower or something when i get home. my shoes or something are coated in the molasses de-icer stuff, and now I kinda smell like fish guts. ew.

Bringing the laptop in with me to the complab was a good idea!!! with any luck, all the mixes I made yesterday with the exception of Tearwater Tea will like be done and stuff. W000t.

it is beyond dead in the compy lab right now. I've had a total of maybe three people in here so far, and never at the same time.

Still snowing out there. Not all that heavy, but coming down at a fairly good clip nonetheless.

<random thought>I look good in skimpy cotton tank tops.</random thought>

We now return you to your regularly scheduled Left Hand of my Ass. *reads*

The evening...

Why don't I get out of the house at night anymore? I forget how nice it is, how much I enjoy meandering though familiar shadows, especially on nights that are exceptionally pretty, like this one. It's still snowing, but lightly, and it's slightly frozen so that if you look up at a streetlight in precisely the right angle, it looks like God's throwing glitter everywhere. And the sidewalks are all sparkly.

I had a coffee date with D at 8 so 7:40ish found me walking fairly fast past an eerily quiet Smith with some mellow music plugged into my ears, and fairly happy, the walk only being marred by the presence of sand and a little fine gravel in my boots, which led me to thinking... you know, it's about a mile from home to downtown... they say that to understand someone you have to walk a mile in their shoes. Except that a mile isn't all that long of a walk. Certainly not long enough to gain any deep personal insight into someone else's character. But it is long enough to do your feet some serious damage in ill-fitting shoes, and pick up all sorts of nasty things like protocorns and blisters. Ouch.

D and I decided that ice cream was infinitely preferable to caffiene, and so indulged in some serious dairy consumption at Herrell's, which was good because due to the hour and the weather the place was pretty empty. She treated me to a cup of cookies and creme (drool, my absolutely most favorite) and about an hour's worth of gossip and catching up. The good thing about making new friends is that they are a completely new set of ears that haven't heard all of your stories yet. :) Overall a good time was had by both. yay.

Trying to decide if I should stay up and try to get some work done or call it an early night and start the day bright and early tomorrow. I have to open the lab again, so I've gotta be up and at 'em early, but so does sundart and between the two of us we should manage. I should also hit the gym after my shift. Snow is pretty, but it makes riding the bike kind of a pain, and I did just get it back from the shop, I don't feel like gumming up the works with deicer and sand and crap just yet. although that reminds me my chain's still squeaky, I need to oil it again. WD40 is my friend...