Just watched Head.
Jack Nicholson was such an acid fiend. It's wonderful.
"I'm the dummy, Mickey. I'm always the dummy."
And I know I've been adding lickable people to my list willy nilly the last couple days... but I have to say...
Okey doke. I think it's time to take the photo communities off the friends list.
Last night someone felt the need to post the same two, uncut, not wonderful pictures to 3 different communities that I'm a member of. Today I can't even get my friends page to load becuase of the assholes who don't have a clue how to resize properly for the web and who can't be bothered to put their precious piece of work behind a cut tag becuase, dear lord... then people might not look at it!
I don't mind that if you know how to resize your photos. But the person posting 700X700, solarized-through-photoshop, self-pictures-with-a-goth-tinge or the blurry, "I'm trying really hard to be good!" still lifes again and again... guh. just guh.
It sort of sucks becuase I honestly *enjoy* the daily photography, even though most of it is really really damned bad.
Chances are it's my connection flipping out. It's been raining here again (hard enough two nights ago to make my window leak) and the ground being damp doesn't make the phone lines happy. My hair is getting long again, almost to my shoulders... I should chop it all off. Maybe I'll dye it dark brown, make my eyes really stand out, look like a Faruza Baulk kinda freak.
I realized that I've been waiting for comments lately. So, it's obvious I've forgotten why I started putting my bullshit here in the first place. Things evolve, sure... But if it's evolved so much that I've turned into an attention whore.. hehe... well no.
Bush is making his first post election adress and the first sentence out of his mouth was about Saddamn Hussein.
I really dislike this country. Come January the republicans are going to blitz the U.S. with bullshit tax cuts, homeland security atrocities, and pushing for a 'disarming' of Iraq. Those are the main goals he's just outlined.
I'm so angry listening to this man read like a mildly retarded 10 year old, listening to him insist that we need to 'pass meaningful legislation to help people improve their lives' and in the same breath mention help for construction projects, war, and homeland security.
"they've got a waaaaaaaall in china... it's a thousand miles long.... to keep out the foreigners who made it strong...."
I can't believe how badly the democrats dropped the ball in this election. They just didn't *bother* to push an alternative to *anything* that the republicans have had to say for fear that those high numbers in the president's opinion polls would bite them in the ass.
If any of the candidates had had the BALLS to say "no war, no more homeland security push, no bullshit tax cuts that mean *nothing* for real economic relief" they would have had a damned chance. But since they just... failed to speak the fuck up they just disenfranchised a huge number of us. And I hope, I hope I hope that in two years that will be remembered. I hope that the voting public doesn't just choose between the evils and will push for a CHOICE in representatives.
Oh, and also vote out bellicose asshole who is in the white house because his daddy had some judges in his pocket.
I'm a little pissed off at the moment, don't mind me.
This guy came into the store tonight, bought some stuff (some games and some... pricey bit of electronics. I can't remember what it was now), chatted a bit and then left. He came back about an hour later and was wondering around near my area looking kinda like he was looking for something, so I asked if he needed help. He stammered for a full minute before saying he was looking for tums.
I took him to them, he thanked me and asked if I could ring him up in electronics. Sure. He chatted a little again, but I was sort of busy so he went ahead and left.
About half an hour later he comes back, finds me in an aisle and says "yeah.. that uh.. that check I wrote earlier... I don't think I put the date on it."
"Oh I'm pretty sure you did... I usually check that."
"oh.. uhm... does it matter? I don't know if it matters? But if it does I don't want you to get into trouble or anything like that. So if it matters.. yeah ... "
and I laugh and ask if this was a 'left the oven on' moment or if this had been plaguing him for several hours.
"were you just kicking back and taking off your boots when you realized that you may not have written the date on the check?"
"uh .. yeah .. I hehe.. yeah I guess. yeah."
So I opened the drawer, found his check, and pointed out that he had indeed put the date on it. He gave me a big smile and a "well, okay! that's solved!" and told me to have a good night (for the third time).
I think he was just a scattered, harmless strange guy. Kathryn thinks he was trying to build up the courage to ask me to go bowling with him.
Kathryn's weird like that.
She "talked" to me for 15 minutes tonight using a gingerbread man cookie as her avatar.
I bought stuffs tonight. 78 dollars worth of stuffs. BUT I WILL NOT SPEAK OF IT.. yet.
My mother asked me yesterday what I want for my birthday. I don't want to be 25.