Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz

i am a mix taper!




How indie are you? test by ridethefader

You're really enthusiastic about the music that you like. You attempt to discover your new favourite
band every week. You continually try to get your friends into the music you like, which annoys the fuck
out of them, but you don't know it. At least you're not arrogant about it.

Ugh.... My butt is getting bigger and bigger and bigger. It makes me so mad. I'm not too worried about how I look, because it's not as if the fellas went for me before my butt was this big any more than they are now, but I really really hate buying new pants all the time because I get too big for them. And the fat rolls on my stomach that get bigger and bigger and grosser and grosser. And I also hate gaining weight because I can never get it off again. If I continue at this rate of gain and no hope of ever getting it off again, I'm going to be shamu-size by the time I'm 30. I wouldn't mind being a little chubby, but I really do not want shamu size. grr

And another rant: I'm mad because I can't find 2 of my favorite CD's. I have never lost a CD before this,* and now i've lost 2 of my favorites. One of them is fairly new, I only got it this last summer. If it were some CD I didn't care about, it'd be no big deal. But it's the Foo Fighters self titled and the new RHCP. Grrr....

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* Except one I loaned to someone that I later had a falling out with, but it wasn't that great of a CD anyway

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I'm thinking of changing my blog's name. Here are the options: stick with "Angry White Girl.""Straining to Void""Talking To Myself in Public""Strange and Beautiful""Procrastinator's Guilt" "In The Best Possible Way"/"I Mean This In The Best Possible Way" Current Results

Well, I just got done typing in a tentative outline for this radio show I'm doing in Radio Prod. I'm very excited about it, it's funny. I'm also halfway excited about the people I'm working with. Usually I end up with a bunch of deadbeats that don't give a crap about anything, but these people actually seem somewhat motivated. And they had great ideas, and it was fun to toss them back and forth.

So now, basically, we're doing a Wayne's Worldesque public access show, only with every possible thing going wrong.

Characters:

B Dawg Rock: Totally nerdy (even Jill knows he's a loser) white guy really named Mervin or something. REALLY into Michael Bolton, who is supposed to be on the show. Slowly growing more and more frustrated as the show goes on and nothing is going right.

Delena: Cohost of the show, sort of the straight-man. No matter how wrong things go, she keeps her cool. People keep messing up her name and calling her Dana, Delilah, and Del Taco.

Jill: Kind of crazy (think Daily Show correspondents). Is the "on scene" correspondent. Gets frightened by local kids.

And then there's various funny interuptions, etc. And of course Michael Bolton finally comes, but too late.

"What are you doing?"
"Can't you tell? I'm tracing my varicose veins."
"eh..."
"I call this one the Tigris, and this one the Euphrates. In between it's the fertile crescent! (that's for the ladies!)"

That's from this cartoon they show at night on cartoon network called Home Videos that I'm watching right now. I didn't really get the show at first, but now I laugh so hard.

Flanderz ponr! Nood Flanders pikss! Flandaz nekkid!

I'm just seeing if I can get any more twisted google searches for my pages :P Move along.

I decided not to do my El Classo Diablo program for this week. Instead of working my ass off for two weeks and getting a horrible grade anyway like I usually do, I just gave up from the get-go.*

The sad/funny thing is that even with attending all these extra com week panels, this gives me LOADS of free time this week. I'm not even kidding. I see what my life would be like had I not chosen such a wretched minor. The really sad thing, though, is that now that I have free time I spend it being mostly bored and lonely.

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* This is partly because the program for this week is supposed to be done on a UNIX platform. Knowing UNIX was not a prereq for this class and it's not an intuitive platform. I was like, "Screw that! I can't even program very well on a windows platform that I know well."

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Ahahaha, I got a hit for "best fit adult diapers." Niiiiiice

I'm not enjoying com week anymore.

Com week, which I explained at length in the post that got eaten the other day, is a whole lot of panels about jobs in the field of communications, culminating in a job fair at the end of the week. It's actually pretty decent of them to try and help us get jobs, it surprises me a little that ISU even gives a crap, they don't usually seem to care about the average student.

A lot of prof's of com classes give us extra credit or extra time in order for us to attend these panels. I don't get extra credit, but I get credit for being there for the 20 hours of TV experience I need for TV production class (which I want to finish up my hours because I'm really going to be busy up until finals). Plus a couple of them I'd like to be there anyway, because I would like to get a job when I graduate.

Unfortunately--they're USELESS. Like the one on internships wasn't how to get an internship. It was just like, "internships are good, internships are good." Like I didn't know that before. And all of the other panels are like, "You're going to have to work long hours, and really really suck up to people and meet as many people as you can and really come off good in interviews." Which I knew already.

And I hate about hearing about all the work I'm going to have to do a job. Because really, I don't want to bother. That's probably why they hire the people who bother to make all the extra effort, because they're obviously hard workers to do all this networking and crap. They probably don't want a slacker like me. But they're stupid. Just because I don't want to work at meeting people at stupid organizations doesn't mean I won't work really hard once I get a half decent job. That's just how I am.... if some work is stupid, I don't do it. But if it's good, I love doing it. It's like, not even work. In high school I got poor math grades because I would never do the homework, because I understood it all from lecture anyway and didn't need to do the damned boring homework. But for scholastic bowl, I would memorize author names for hours on end, and it was fun because I loved getting the answers right when I was actually in the game. And it's not like I only like the fun parts of a job.... I spent far more time memorizing than I actually did playing. If I can get a job I love, I would KICK ASS. But I hate interviewing. And networking. And going to stupid clubs and making friends with people I only want to use to further my career.

Also: since I've shifted my focus to TV... TV jobs suck. I went to a TV panel today where they're like, "We work our asses off [at stuff I personally am not interested in]
and are payed shite." I don't want to move around to every damn tv station in illinois trying to build my way up to Chicago. I hate local news. It's like, "there's a new traffic light on Veterans parkway." I couldn't care less. I don't want to do news at all. I want to go to a production company, however small and crappy, and do that. I want to make art and entertainment, not inform people of the trivialities of the community. But my school's video production is SO slanted towards news..... I really need to find a way to get the skills I need for that.

Okay, that was a lot more organized in my head.

Which Rainbow Brite kid are you? By Growing.

DAMMIT. I HAD A HUGE POST THAT GOT EATEN.

Basically, I explained I was in this huge good mood because I got shooting my PSA (though we're going to have to start over because of a greenish twinge to our footage), I haven't been working on my stupid ACS, stuff about com week, and stuff about radio projects. I'm sooooo annoyed now, though. It was a good post, and I'm not about to try to re-do it.

Phoemeister: I put part of our conversation on the blog
Talia: niiiiiiice
Phoemeister: Yeah. You're always the "tidbit of advice/mocking of my mom" sound bite
Talia: :: laughs:: just trying to make you feel better
Phoemeister: it DOES make me feel better :-)

Phoemeister: I think I'm going into TV instead of radio
Phoemeister: I was just thinking, and the Radio industry's really messed up right now. I'll probably still not be able to get a TV job either, but I'm in too deep now :P Plus it'd be really cool to work at a production company or MTV or something
Talia: true, hey you should check out th MTV website, their always offering intern jobs and hey, you never know
Talia: your mom would shit a brick :: LAUGHS::
Phoemeister: Yeah

LOL, when I told her I wanted to go into TV, she was all "You could get a job at the local FOX station!" (because fox is the only station directly IN our town) and I was like, "Well what if they aren't hiring? I can't afford to be too picky." and she's like, "But if you got an internship there...." like 1) that's not a guarantee and 2) no matter how much they like me they can't hire me if there's just not a job. And it's not like a huge station with a huge turnover rate anyway
Talia: yeah, but parents can dream cause if they did hire you there she cold say, live here, it's cheaper and then your still trapped muhahhaa
Phoemeister: I told her I didn't want to work at a local station anyway, that all they shoot is News, and I'm not into that, I'd like to shoot other stuff. But I did admit if I wanted to go onto better things, I could start out at a small news station because that's what most people do. Anyway, I totally told her I wanted to work at MTV and she said "where's that?" and I was like, "New York," and I think she did shit a brick, though I was pleased she didn't argue
Phoemeister: LOL yeah
Talia: :: laughs:: score a point for Phoe
Phoemeister: heh, thanks
Phoemeister: I think she didn't argue because she figures she has time to break my spirit before then, if the application process doesn't do it for her
Talia: :: LAUGHS:: like your a pony
Phoemeister: Ahyup :P

You haven't lived until you've been hungry AND nauseated at the same time.

Okay, maybe not. Actually, I wish I didn't know that feeling. Except I've had it the LAST THREE HOURS. I keep not eating and hoping the nausea goes away, but it won't. I also keep thinking of maybe eating just so I can throw up and feel better after that. Errr never mind. An Angry White Girl first--I have just thrown up in the middle of writing this post.

What I was going to say is I didn't really have the time to get throwing up in, because I only have a half hour break now, and the rest of the day I'm going to these panels for communication week. And also I have media writing class next, and I have to turn something in, and I missed the class last time I had to throw up, and had to turn in something then and I don't want him to think it's a ploy or something.

But I guess problem's all solved now. I'm still pissed I had to feel all crappy though. I'm used to the bowel issues, but the puking is getting more and more often and frightening.

Okay, I swear I'm going to change my blog's name. Here are the options:

Procrastinator's Guilt
Straining to Void
Strange and Beautiful (ha ha ha ho!)
Talking to Myself in Public - maybe not the best because it comes from a song off the new Matchbox 20 album, and if it gets popular every 14 year old girl with access to the internet will name their journal that

Comments, please..

First off, apologies for anything spelled wrong. I'm typing without my conteacts, which I'm sort of uhh.... blind without them.

Anyway, I'm feeling sick again (colitis style, break it down). I mean, I haven't been tryly well since october of last year (and even "truly well" is relative when you've been dealing with something like this for 3 years now.) But I was doing somewhat better. And now i'm doing somewhat worse. What really gets me, though, is how eager the doctors are to pat their own backs when I am feeling better, though. Three months after they started giving me the medication that I'm on, I start getting better, and all the sudden, it's definately because of the medication I've been fruitlessly taking for three months now, because it's not like in the last three years my condition hasn't seesawed on it's own any. Oh wait. It HAS. It's done it a whole fucking lot. Bastards.

I'm also trying to write my news story. Forget interesting, I'm finding it a struggle to get any story that's not on the war. Now it's becaome this perverse urge to NOT write about iraq, no matter what. But my only other option is like, this guy on our street who threatened the fire chief with a gun. Except it barely gives me a paragraph to work with, because they saved all the room for stories on Iraq. Oh, and it's insane how much my mom goes on and on about the treatening guy. "I always knew he was a wild hare." she keeps saying. And she is eager to tell the story to as many people as possible. Although she's always like that. Any news, no matter how morbid, is like a gift from god to my mother, because she LOVES telling peoplbe bad news. And drawing it out, too.

In conclusion, meh.

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You're coming back! And if you are a Hindu you are going to have very specific characteristics:

"The slayer of a woman and the destroyer of embryos becomes a savage full of diseases; who commits illicit intercourse, a eunuch; who goes with his teacher’s wife, disease-skinned. The eater of flesh becomes very red; the drinker of intoxicants, one with discolored teeth...." (Garuda Purana)

......strange

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Sieg heil, you're Adolf Hitler!

Quite possibly more famous than Jesus, you masterminded and helped orchestrate the biggest war crime of the twentieth century. Twelve million people were killed in your infamous death camps - which will label you as one of the most evil men ever for all eternity.

Not only did you gas people and cook them in massive ovens, you also performed all kinds of horrible experiments on them - experiments that could never be allowed before, or since.

On the other hand, you gave the world highways and the Volkswagon Beetle. Go figure.

Hmm.... I was actively trying not for hitler. But I did have to fess up to writing bad things and enjoying the occaisonal odd bout of shouting.

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Eleanor Roosevelt! Nice to see you.

A Roosevelt yourself, you married your fifth cousin Franklin; despite the obvious incestuous overtones, your six kids were happy and healthy.

When Franklin got elected, you became perhaps the most controversial first lady ever - you spoke out for the rights of women; for the rights of the poor; for world peace. You were even a member of a union while your husband was in office - and when he died, you were the head of the UN Commission on Human Rights.

All of which is pretty kick ass, but to top things off you had a hot and steamy relationship with the lesbian journalist Lorena Hickok, who was so madly in love with you that she halted her career for you. Unfortunately, you couldn't give up your public life that easily - leaving her heartbroken.

Bitch.


Wow, I had no idea she was homosexual. Hunh. You learn something new every day.

Recording the commercial was actually a lot of fun. I still have some editting to do, I'm not sure whether or not I'll lay down a music bed under it, and I pray that it'll come out the right length, but the voices and sound effects are recorded, just barely in time. Anyway, it was a blast. My sister and her husband (the voices of the commercial) kept making me laugh so hard with crazy adlibs and impressions. And also, I think my entire commercial has the product name mispronounced throughout. But it'll still be a nice ad.

And I almost wish I recorded a "director's cut." I can see it now, "This part, where he sounds excited--he says he gained such expertise at fake-excited from having a job where he spends 30 hours a day on the phone being nice to people he wants to throw up on. This part is where she assured me that Prius was pronounced this way. This is the part where he said the sound of gas pumping makes him have to pee. After the fourth cut, they started telling me I should hook up with the TA who was helping me find sound effects." Very entertaining.

I hate myself right now. I have so, so much schoolwork to get done, and no time to do it in, and it's all my fault. I haven't done anything remotely constructive the entirety of last week. Today I'm supposed to record my radio ad with my sister and her husband, but I looked at the assignment sheet just now, and I realize I haven't done half of the work I should've (i.e. getting the script to them ahead of time so they could practice, recording all of my sound effects on carts ahead of time). I have to cram this all into the one piddly hour I registered for, and hope for the best.

I'm skipping a major program for El Classo Diablo all out. It's in unix, which I know nothing about. If a class on unix was a prereq for El Classo Diablo, I would not mind this. But they're foisting a non-intuitive platform on me that I'm not familiar with, while I try to do something I can't even regularly do well on platforms I do know. I gave up. Hopefully I can still make a C in the class. If I have to take it again, I will shoot myself.

For media writing, I have a midterm (weird because the middle of the term was awhile ago) on wednesday. A test on material I haven't been reading because I've been tied up in El Classo Diablo, or regular slacking off. And on monday, I have the script for a TV news story that I haven't worked at all on. I should've. I even had the time to. But I just can't motivate myself.... I just sit around and watch TV all day. Or blog. Or blog bout how I just sit around and watch TV all day. This is why I'm hating myself right now.

It's a good thing that Optimus Prime is on our side.

Let's live the way we wanna live and hope they go away
I really hope they go away
I really hope they find a nice place
I hope they find it somewhere
I hope they go away

~The White Men in the Black Suits
Everclear

I joke a lot about how ACS broke my will to live, but tonight I realize: in a lot of ways, I am broken. I couldn't tell you exactly when it happened, other than sometime since I graduated high school.

I mean, I remember when I liked learning. When I didn't dread reading for school. My intellectual curiosity is dead, and my work ethic, which has always been on the weak side, flatlined quite some time ago. I hate doing everything.

Even going out. I just stay in and watch TV. Even shows I don't like. Because I hate going out.

Which doesn't matter anyway, because I've got no one else to go with, really. I'm afraid to talk to people, to try and make friends, because I've been rejected so much before. I've never had that many friends, but I can't remember a time before college where I was actively afraid to talk to strangers.

And also, I'm always obsessing about never having a boyfriend. But when I think about it, it's not just guys who don't like me. It's everyone.

Yes, I'm feeling morose.

I love the previews to that new Gwyneth Paltrow stewardess movie, if only because of the part where Mike Myers goes, "You put the wrong emPHASis on the wrong sylABle," and my dad does that exact same thing ALL THE TIME.

Oh, and I plan a long rant on how I hate Unix, but I'll get to that later.

It's rained all day, but what really kills me? The fact that I have four umbrellas and can't find a single one of them (though I suspect most of them are lurking around my parent's house).

Also annoying: Stupid floor meeting. Stupid required to attend floor meeting. I don't know what it is about, but judging from past meetings, its probably a sensitivity meeting. AKA "Don't hate black people, gay people, or other minorities meeting." I HATE those meetings. Because I don't hate black people or gay people or any other minorities. What the hell good is this meeting to me? And the people who DO hate black people, gay people, or other minorities aren't going to be like, "Oh, I change my mind. Now I do love minorities! Yippeee! Let's all hold hands and sing 'Good Morning Starshine'!" I mean, I would LOVE meetings if they did that. But they don't. So it's pointless.

I feel sad, this girl in my H & S class called me up and asked me for help in the one area of that class that I actually know what I'm doing in. I could help. I want to help. But the number she gave me to call her back doesn't work. Bleh.

New comic: The Eternal Struggle

Woo, I got an A on my Media Writing radio story on Mr. Rogers dying.

Happy: I got an A

Sad: Mr. Rogers is dead

Now I have to do a TV news story, and I have no idea whatsoever to do it on. News, for the most part, is just.... either boring or scary to me, so I hate following it. The only reason I had a half-decent radio story in mind is because I was all sad about Mr. Rogers dying. I hope no one else dies or anything, but I really need to think of something interesting (not relating to war on Iraq, because that goes under the scary category for me) for my TV story.

Yay: They finally had the sheets I needed to fill out to register for my ACS classes. So now it's all up to them to get things done properly. Which, I know they won't, but at least there's nothing concrete I personally have to do about it for awhile.

My highlighter is laying on my desk, and I keep glancing at it and thinking it says "Hitler" not "Hiliter." Creepy.

The first post I make to at Alternatune in like, forever, and it won't publish. Dammit. And this post complaining about it probably won't publish either. D'oh.

Annoyed: they still don't have the sheets I need to fill out.

Angry: My CD player is busted. Now I either have to listen to stuff off of my headphones or my computer. But what makes me the most pissed is I got this stereo the birthday before last. It's like, a year old. And it's busted already? What is up with that? I hope it's still under warranty. Though I doubt it.

Ah, registration day. A day full of dread, for me.

Even though I'm in the honors program, and thus get early registration, I'm still screwed over half the time anyway. Today, early registration in and of itself caused problems, because when I went to the ACS dept to fill out the request that lets me take their stupid classes for my minor, (which you have to do to take any of their classes that you haven't declared a major in) they didn't have them yet.

So, early registration--I still get screwed over by full classes, I have to wait to get ACS classes no matter what my designation is, and they never have the booklets or sheets I need to fill in on time. Damn them!

Still, maybe if I didn't have early reg, I'd get more screwed over.

Bookcrossing--I released my first 2 books today! Though I'm a little worried, the first one is still there hours after I've released it, for all I know, because I glanced at the spot later. The second book is gone, though, which bodes well. Releasing books to strangers is one thing, but just throwing them out with no one taking them is stupid.

Dude! BEST GOOGLE SEARCH EVER!

I'm #2 for: How to stop bastards to peer into ones mailbox

Yeah, I'd like to stop those bastards from peering into my mailbox, too. Bastards.

Why, when you ask someone what a movie is about, do they always say who's in it? I mean, sometimes this is helpful, if the movie's been very hyped, and you just didn't happen to connect the name with the actual movie, and hearing the actors in it jogs your memory. But a lot of times it's like:

"What's it about?"
"Oh, Clint Eastwood is in it."
"Okay... So it involves a bitter old guy no one believes about something at one point. Could you be more specific?"

And it's even worse when it's NOT Clint Eastwood.

"It's got Goldie Hawn(sp?) in it."
"So...... yeah. That helps."

That was just annoying me the other day.

I'm about to do a bad, bad thing.

I think I'm going to register for some classes over summer. I mean, I couldn't get a job last summer, so I doubt I can get one this summer, so it's not like I'd be losing out on work/money. Basically, what I'd lose out on is getting a break from the crap that I hate (school). Buuut.... I might be able to graduate sooner, which would help me fulfill my dream of getting out of this hellhole already.

Tough decision.

DAMMIT, I forgot--I also have to map out my classes for next semester. D'oh, another nail in Sunday's coffin.

I got underwear today. Yep, I lead a very gripping life. Thankfully, though my mother went along, she managed not to be embarrassing. Not that she's all that embarrassing. Just, underwear buying with your mother has a collossal potential to become embarassing. Also, I got her not to call them "panties." There's just something about the word that really puts me off. I don't mind saying or hearing underwear, lingerie, or most terms for underwear, but the P-Word just makes me shiver with disgust. I couldn't even tell you why. Maybe its just words that start with p and end with the y sound, because I find the word potty vaguely disturbing as well, though not so much as the Other Word.

Anyway, I (yes, I am a 21st century woman, describing my underwear over the internet) went in a new direction this time. For the longest time I've gone with all-out grandmother underwear, but since I wear low-riding pants, I look kind of dumb when I do that. I got no end of teasing from my flat-mates in london about them. So I bought these things called "hipsters" that are still pretty conservative, but at least don't show above my pants. The only problem is they still freak me out. They sort of accentuate a fat roll I have down there, and it's horrible, because I keep looking at myself in them going, "I'm fat I'm fat I'm fat I'm fat." Which, I don't think I'm overly obsessed with that sort of stuff, but it still bugs me. So now I have to decide if I want my underwear to say to me, "You're a creepy dork who wears old lady underwear," or "You're a fat tub of lard." Hard decision.

Oh, and I know I'm the most annoying person in the world for always being like, "I have to do my homework," over and over and not doing said homework, but aaaaaahrg! I have to do my homework. It's getting really hard to make myself do this stuff anymore.... I should've started this lot tuesday at the latest, and here it is: friday. And I'm pretty sure I'm not going to start tomorrow. And my dad's taking me to a movie tomorrow, so that gives me 3/4ths of a week's work to do in one day, due to my own laziness. I hate, hate, hate this so much. I just keep wanting to drop school and stop bothering with what I've worked my ass off for the last 2 1/2 years. AAAAAHRG.

On a brighter note, I have to give a shout out to Dark Sith for also linking to me recently. I told you this was a linky time for me.

Talia: dilly oh?
Phoemeister: dillio?
Talia: its sad you know the correct spelling of that
Phoemeister: ROFLMAO. Yes. Yes, it is sad.

Phoemeister: ")
Phoemeister: :), even
Phoemeister: that was a rather deformed smiley
Dragon: werd, like a midget bit part of his face off
Phoemeister: ROFLMAO
Phoemeister: Yeah

<? 100 Things# >

This is my "100 things about me" list. One hilarious thing about it: I wrote it over several days, and you can definately tell what mood I was when I was writing. Particularly one day where I'm really depressed. Anyway, if the depressing part is too depressing, just skip a few forward to get back to the goofy ones. When I get back to school I'm going to put these all on their own page, but for now I'm posting (and yes, I know, UL's and OL's go weird on this page). Here goes:

1. My eyebrows are a much darker color than my hair, for no discernable reason.


2. I am not afraid to sing show-tunes or do a Darth Vader impression at a second's notice.


3. but I am deathly afraid of expressing an opinion in front of people I want to
   like me.


4. I have freakishly small hands


5. My middle name is Lynn.


6. Because of this, my dad used to call me "Lynyrd Skynyrd."


7. Only few months ago, my mom found out that Lynyrd Skynrd really is a band, and
   not some nonsense he made up


8. My heart must be like a FURNACE, because my hands are always cold.


9. I love pop punk. I think its just a natural recognition the mating call of my
   kind, nasal-sounding people.


10. Not only am I nasal, I talk really loud and slow.


11. This is the bane of my existance


12. Well, one of them.


13. Another bane: ISU. I've been going here 2 1/2 years, and have been through 3 roommates,
    though I am currently living alone.


14. I am a major in Mass Communications


15. I am minoring in Applied Computer Science Information systems with an emphasis
    on Application Development


16. This means I will probably have to live with my parents after I graduate


17. I do not want to live with my parents after I graduate


18. Even if I have to survive on unemployment checks and the occaisional grifting.


19. My parents mean well


20. But my mom and I don't mix well


21. After an arguement about the shoes I would wear at my sister's wedding, my Mom took me
    aside and explained to me that I should behave because, "Females like to have nice
    weddings." How is that supposed to make me feel?


22. I mean what, am I neuter or something?


23. I have a thousand other examples such as the above and I also harbor a sneaking suspicion
    that she likes my sister's dog more than me


24. She is probably right that I'm not a female that is likely to have a wedding


25. I am 21 and have never been kissed, or even out on a date


26. I did have an internet relationship once.


27. He told me once, "Helen of Troy might've had the face that lanuched a thousand ships, but you
    could bring them back, I think."


28. But he never said "I love you," back.


29. Most of my best friends are internet friends as well


30. Though I still keep in touch with a couple of my high school friends.


31. My best friend in college told me she never wanted to see me again last semester. And
    hasn't.


32. I've only worked 4 months in my life, and they were both jobs a trained monkey could do


33. My shoe size is 7


34. But right now I'm wearing size 9


35. They're my sister's hand me downs. She had this freakishly long, crooked big toe, but
    when she got the toe un-crooked, it was long enough that she had to bump up a shoe
    size, and her old shoes are now mine, all miiiine


36. My windows are drafty. Very drafty


37. My favorite candy is Goelitz Champagne Bubbles. My dad gets them from the company store.


38. I think I have to pee more often than most people


39. I definately poop more often (and painfully) than most people


40. I hate doctors


41. I eat a lot of cheese


42. In fact, I just had half a hunk of cheese for dinner tonight (I wasn't too hungry :P)


43. Also, every time I'm at Steak N' Shake, I get a grilled cheese sandwich with a side
    of cheese fries. Steak N Shake cheese fries are divine ambrosia.


44. I am alergic to lady secret deoderant


45. My sister is alergic to downy dryer sheets


46. I got a my little pony accessory caught up my nose once. I even had to go to the
    doctor for it


47. I was kind of old enough at the time to know better than to put my little pony
    accessories up my nose


48. I've been to Ghetto Kroger (a not-so-well kept-up Kroger in my town) at 4 in the
    morning.


49. With a bunch of people who afterwards tried to convince me to snort pixie stix


50. I said "no," and didn't give in to peer pressure, because I had learned my lesson
    about sticking things up my nose.


51. Billie Jean is not my lover.


52. She's just a girl who says that I am the one.


53. But the kid is not my son.


54. ACS broke my will to live


55. I'm in the middle of the Canterbury Tales right now


56. My copy is actually from Canterbury. How cool is that?


57. Shut up! It's damn cool!


58. My favorite book is Villains By Necessity by Eve Forward. It's one of those
    "small band of adventurers saves the world" books, only it's the villains that save
    the world, not the "good guys." It's also about how stereotypes are bad.


59. I hate Tolkien's works. Yes, it's true. Send me all the hate mail you want, but it
    won't change the fact that Tolkien was a long winded sonuvabitch. His stuff is alright in
    movie form, but who wants to read 40 pages about what each damn dwarf is doing? Come on!


60. I also hate Dickens. The man was PAID BY THE WORD for everything except for
    A Christmas Carol, which is why that's his only book that doesn't suck.


61. My favorite "well-known" author is probably Kurt Vonnegut


62. I have a signed, first edition copy of Slaughterhouse Five


63. It's probably not worth that much, though, because the dust cover looks as if it's been
    chewed on.


64. No, I didn't chew on it.


65. Come on! I swear I don't eat my books!


66. I got my wisdom teeth pulled during spring break one year


67. I got my butt scoped during winter break one year


68. My breaks just aren't very good


69. My mom can play the accordian


70. People always told me "be careful of what you do and don't go around breaking young girls' hearts." Hey,
    you try this without a running joke.


71. One of my English prof's here at college used to have a ranch across from Ricky Schroeder's
    ranch. *nods* True story.


72. I love Star Trek. I'm a Trekkie.


73. I love Star Wars. I'm a Warkie.


74. The posters in my room are "Kings and Queens of England," Stonehenge, The Matrix,
    LoTR (the movie, dammit), and Jimmy Eat World.


75. I used to have all of the Star Wars pez dispensers, but they keep making more and more.
    And I don't know if I want to keep paying to buy them, because all of the new ones are
    thinly veiled versions of the ones I already have. (i.e. "Janga Fett" being one of
    the new ones, though there's an old, nearly identical "Boba Fett" I already have.)


76. I want to be on jeopardy someday


77. Hopefully college jeopardy. The questions are much easier


78. Phoe likes to talk in third person.


79. It is 1:26 a.m. when I'm writing this one.


80. I hope I make 100 soon, this is getting hard. I mean, look at the last point. It was
    the time. The time.


81. My favorite muppet is the "swedish chef," closely followed by "the hecklers."


82. My favorite rapper is M.C. Hammer, because he's 2 legit 2 quit.


83. My favorite country star is Billy Ray Cyrus because he had a mullet that just
    wouldn't quit


84. My favorite Rocky is Rocky V


85. My favorite Star Wars is Return of the Jedi


86. Everyone who says their favorite Star Wars is The Empire Strikes Back is lying
    because their favorite is secretly Return of the Jedi, but they don't want to
    seem lame for enjoying Ewoks


87. I DO enjoy Ewoks, dammit!


88. Anyone who says their favorite SW is one of the prequels is just asking for me
    to kick their ass.


89. I mean, Ewan is hot, but that can't make up for everything.


90. Right now I'm watching an infomercial with Chuck Norris on it


91. It's 1:40 in the morning and there's no cable in the house. What do you expect?


92. Shut up! I do NOT have the hots for Chuck Norris. I'm sorry I even mentioned it if
    you're going to be that way.


93. Seriously, my other choices are Jerry Springer, a spa infomercial that's even worse, and the
    test pattern.


94. Maybe I'll turn off the TV now.


95. I like to make jokes involving sexual intercourse with armadillos and weasels


96. I enjoy canned mushrooms, but not fresh ones


97. I draw my own crappy comic series


98. Right now I'm having this strange episode of armpit pain


99. My aunt's name literally means "manly."


100. Dude! I TOLD you. I am NOT hot for Chuck Norris.

Also, I NEED to start my homework.

Oh, and I am pleased to say this is a very linky time for me. This guy all linked to me, and that other one did. I'm a SWEEPING SENSATION! I'm sweepin' the nation! I've got constipation! Err... Anyway, I thought I would friendly-y link back.

Dude. My parents' computer monitor, which already flickers constantly, has started to randomly emit a high pitched noise. What's that about?

Oh, and speaking of the monitor, it is DIRTY. And I'm sick of cleaning it. But no one else will. And it gets dirty in 2 days again after I clean it. Damn monitor.

That is all :P

Having an imagination is good sometimes, but most of the time it's very, very bad.

Example: Last night I finished a murder mystery before I went to bed. It wasn't scary at all. But, they found out the victim had been killed because she was one of those creeps who kill all their own kids for no particular reason, and had been killed in revenge. Thinking about creepy freaks who kill their kids got me to thinking about creepy freaks who kill anyone. Thinking about serial killers at all gets me thinking about them, and all the horrible things they could do to me for hours. Am I easily frightened or what? I mean, hell, half the stuff I thought of was off this Jack the Ripper walk I took in England almost a year ago that I knew I shouldn't have gone to but went to anyway because people told me to.

Speaking of which--don't people who are really into serial killers freak you out? The guy who took us past the killing sites totally had a gazzillion Jack the Ripper books. Isn't it a little sick to be like flipping through one of those books going, "oooh! He ripped her ovaries out!"? I mean, I know it's supposedly the "mystery" that they never caught him that fascinates people, but still.... ewwww. And come on, the case has been examined by everyone and the trail's pretty cold. You're not going to be the one who solves the Jack the Ripper case, dude.

Same with slasher flicks. I just don't get it. Why do you want to see someone hacked up by a guy in a mask? I mean, usually, these sorts of movies aren't even scary for me while I'm watching them. It's afterwards, when I'm trying to go to bed. Or when I finally fall asleep and have a nightmare that scares the crap out of me. Who would want to be that scared? Why would you? I mean, obviously, people do. But I can't see why. I can sort of see the appeal with some psychological thrillers, but I still get freaked out. There've been some scary movies I've seen, and all of them except for The Sixth Sense (because it really wasn't about horror) and The Mummy (ditto), have traumatized me for life, they make me think of them whenever I'm doing something stupid like freaking out about serial killers and the like.

So in short: I wish I didn't imagine all that stuff. Long pointless rant. Yep.

Grr, I don't want to start on homework. It's my break. I mean, I don't love homework on 3 day weekends or anything, but when it is actually labeled a break, I want to pummel the people who give me homework, shrieking, "It's a break! Break means a break from work, you bastard!" I mean, don't these profs have doctorates? Haven't they had a buttload of school? Do they not remember what it's like to have projects due on the Monday after spring break? Ugh.... I hate it.

Also, I'm getting more and more defensive about the fact that I haven't started my homework yet. I think up these excuses I would tell to my professors if they were around. Like, "I had to take Saturday off to decompress. I had a crippling headache on Sunday. I took Monday to shop so I would have one fricken day of fun over my damn spring break. What more do you want from me????"

Oh, and I also hate to attribute every bad aspect of my personality to my mom, but I think I'm becoming a hoarder like her. Basically, she buys a lot of stuff Our basement's full of her books, our living room is full of her tapes and CDs, we have a freezer that has literally hundreds of dollars worth of meat, a pantry full of cake mixes she bought in the late 80's, our laundry room is full of 2 liter bottles of pop, half our basement is full of clothes she doesn't wear anymore... Basically she buys lots of stuff, and never gets rid of it. And I'm turning into her. I bought 2 CD's yesterday. DUDE! As you can tell from a previous post, I had already gotten 14 of them since Christmas. And I bought about 50 dollars worth of books yesterday, that I don't even have the time to read since my professors assigned me homework over break, and I never have time to do anything anymore when I'm not on break. Though I'm better at getting rid of books I don't like after awhile (bookcrossing, baby ....soon, so sooon), I still have lots of CD's I don't like anymore (like the Spice Girls. Yes, I have a Spice Girls CD, it is my secret shame). Oh, and don't get me started on my closet. Though that's partly my mom's fault, she won't let me get rid of all the huge tee shirts/sweat shirts with cute animals that I bought in Jr. High and early high school. I'm sure I could slim down the closet considerably if I were "allowed" to give them to the salvation army.

In summary, I'm a materialist capitalist pig with a dash of packrat thrown in.

Ugh, I hate when everything comes out all jumbled like that. Anyway, I also have to post "100 things about me" sometime, I started it awhile ago after Bitsy did it, and finally finished during break, only it's on my other computer.

Well, I gave up and signed up for new comments. So you better comment, dammit!

Phoemeister: I'm a bit of an odd duck :P
Kin: You're a whole flock of odd ducks. =P

Talia: :-P so how was your day?
Phoemeister: Major headache for most of the day, it was pretty crappy. When I have a really bad one, I can't do anything. Aaaand, I think it's unfair that I have headaches and colitis. 2 crippling diseases is a bit much
Talia: and the armpit pain
Phoemeister: lol, that's finally going away, thankfully
Talia: whoohoo
Talia: that and your all around geekiness was just too much :-P
Phoemeister: ROFLMAO Yeah

Phoemeister: Yeah, I think I'm finally goin gto blow some birthday money too. Spring break has given me the chance to take the time to actually enjoy anything I'd buy
Kin: Yeah.
Phoemeister: Though actually I probably don't need anything. All I ever buy is books and CD's, and I've gotten abooooout 14 CD's since christmas, and I still have books I bought this summer that I haven't read yet :P
Kin: lol...See, I don't even need to say anything really. =P
Phoemeister: In conclusion: I don't need anything. I've become my dad. We can never figure out what to give him for his birthday, because he doesn't want anything. But it's worse to just give money to him than just giving me money, because he earns all money we have, so giving his own money back to him would be kind of crappy :P
Phoemeister: So we just buy him aftershave all the time.
Kin: lol...Yeah, it's usually ties for my dad.
Phoemeister: wow. At least you can use up aftershave. Your dad must have a LOT of ties :P

Yep. I think I'm a cd freak. I must have triple digits by now.
Kin: lol...He does. But he also wears a tie every day, so I'm sure he wears all the ones he has.
Phoemeister: And I just keep getting more and more. Like high school sophmore yeare I got like 5 a year. Then the next year it was like 10. And the next year was like 15. And now I'm getting about 15 just for the two months around christmas and my birthday :P
Phoemeister: Well that's cool, I guess. He must have as many ties as I have CD's
Phoemeister: (Assuming he started getting ties many years ago, I only started getting CD's about 4 years ago :P)
Kin: Well I don't think he has hundreds of ties, because he doesn't buy them monthly.
Phoemeister: Well, how many occaisions does he get ties on? How many people get him ties on these occaisions? How many ties per person are given? I'm working without variables, man
Phoemeister: If it's like one occasion, one person, one tie, I agree. But if it's like, 3 occaisions, 4 people, and 2 ties, that builds up after awhile :P
Kin: Usually it's about one or two ties an occasion. Maybe only one person an occasion. About 2 or 3 occasions a year. But they are variables. It might change from time to time. =P
Phoemeister: lol. We need lives
Kin: *sighs...winces...* Ow...Okay. Yes. Yes we need lives.

Well, i couldn't resist taking the Star Trek Personality Test

Only I was too lazy to actually answer all the questions and score them up and everything. I've taken the Meyers-Briggs before a couple of times and I'm INFP, so I looked for the results for that and I am:

Myers-Briggs would say that you are an INFP (Introvert, Intuitive, Feeler, Perceiver). In Star Trek language, you share a basic personality configuration with Garak and Kes.

AWESOME! Garak rocks. Kes never got all that much character development, I don't really like or dislike her. But Garak rules, man.

People like you are generally nonconforming yes, deeply passionate I have no idea, and highly dedicated to your personal values not really. You're reserved, which covers a sensitive spirit easily hurt yes, . You're highly imaginative and creative I would say so . You're curious and often study others quietly not really. You're flexible in small matters no . You don't dance to other people's tunes, but you can pretend you do sometimes . You get what you want by talking, not screaming ...not true at all if this applies to interaction with my mother.

You're loving and dedicated to people you care about, but you do not compromise your principles for them I guess so. Your sense of what is right comes first, even before yourself no. You respond best to people who respect your privacy until you let them in, then provide you with emotional intimacy I guess so.

You're not the world's most tidy person. ROFLMAO. You can say that again

Your primary goal in life is to be true to your deeply held beliefs and to live in harmony with your values. Your reward is to have your ideas benefit others. No

Good careers for your type include being a psychologist, human resources professional, Cardassian spy, physical therapist, translator/interpreter, legal mediator, college professor of humanities, and art director. Cardassian spy sounds great

Still no comments. Stupid YACCS won't let me login to re-get my code, and I don't want to start another account and lose all of my old comments. Plus, I think you need an e-mail account they don't already have in their database, and I've pretty much given YACCS all my e-mail addys already. Of course, if I'd KNOWN my template was going to be reset, I would've saved it and reused the code I already had :P

I'm also feeling kind of annoyed about the program. The big problem I had was that I am stupid and couldn't see that I had put in something for debugging purposes earlier and had forgotten to take it out. The little problem I had, which is uncomphrensible to anyone who doesn't program so I'm not going to describe it, is still in the program, because I couldn't figure it out. So I'm getting a C or a D on the program, I'm pretty sure. What kills me about this class is I know what I'm doing, I get great grades on tests and quizzes where I have to write little snippets of code, but I can't actually program for real to save my life, because I don't have enough attention to detail to control every tiny variable in a huge program. Nor do I have the discipline to read through every line of code to find out what I screwed up on. Believe me, when I program, it takes 20 or more times longer to debug my code than it took to write it in the first place.

I'm also feeling dumb because we didn't have class today, but were still supposed to turn in the program to her today, if we hadn't gotten it done before then. Instead of going to her in her office and turning it in, like I would've had I been thinking logically, I put it in her mailbox in the ACS office. Then a few minutes later, I realized that she wanted us to turn it in in her office, and the program would be counted late or not at all because she probably wouldn't check her mailbox over spring break. So I ran back up to the office and had to beg them to give it back to me. I know that's not a big deal, but I just felt like such a moron.

Lastly, I register for classes the monday after i get back. They STILL don't have the registration booklets out. This pisses me off to no end. If I don't get the registration booklet before I leave for break, I won't have spring break to look at when everything's offered and what I need and arrange it. I'll have to try and do it on monday. Which wouldn't work so swell. Anyway, they say they'll have them this afternoon. I really don't want to stay here until this afternoon, I want to get AWAY from ISU (though I'm sadly not getting away from the loads of homework they assigned me over break, those bastards). In fact, if it weren't for that GODDAMNED PROGRAM, I could've left for break Wednesday afternoon. And I mean, what if I were going on a trip or something? I really think they should give themselves enough time to get the registration booklets out well before people register.

Yeah, that's all I have to whine about for now

Commenting is down temporarily (yeah, obviously). It was an inadvertant casualty in the (successful, yay!) battle to regain my archives.

Phoemeister: I would have Ben Folds' babies if he asked me to
Wanda: Mmmmm-hmmmmmmmm
Wanda: I can imagine.
Wanda: Unfortunately for my mind's eye... and the babies.
Phoemeister: ROFLMAO
Phoemeister: Okay, i wouldn't. I would not have babies for anyone. But I like saying that
Wanda: *cough*liar*cough* *cough*youwould!!*cough*
Phoemeister: ROFLMAO
Phoemeister: But I don't like babies :P
Phoemeister: And having them looks painful
Phoemeister: And its just bringing another unfortunate soul into this overcrowded fucked up world
Phoemeister: Maybe I'd do it if Ben Folds gave me a lot of money :P
Wanda: Lol, it'd be like Michael Jackson and the woman who had his babies! But yours would develop into TRUE LURVE
Phoemeister: lol. And my man would have a nose

I am still sad.

But, I helped un-sad myself by registering at Book Crossing (Data Angel's just full of the good links lately :P) I'm totally going to rock the suburbs with the books I release. Or whatever.

Also, my profile is here. You can click it and look at my personal picture! (of the back of a Kurt Vonnegut paperback, heh :P)

I haven't released any books yet, because all of mine are at home, but soon.... soon!

Grr. Hiss. I've been sitting around in the computer lab for half an hour now working on my program.

Well, not so much working on it, as staring blankly at it. I can't figure out my &&^** problem, and my professor was no help whatsoever to me. She totally mentioned problems that have not much to do with my real problem. Which, I don't even know what the hell she's talking about with the other problems either, so I can't solve them. I HATE this major. I got a 50% on my last program, which I busted my hump on. Now, I'm probably going to get even less on this last one, because it won't even compile properly. I am SO discouraged. Why can't anything I program ever turn out right? Why can't anything I do work? It makes me feel so inferior. And it wastes all my time. And I want to cry. Sometimes I'm not entirely joking when I say ACS is breaking my will to live.

So now I'm at the computer lab. Blogging. Because programming does not work for me.

Congratulations! You're Pippin!


Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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Yay, I'm pippin!

Phoemeister: oh, he blows his nose on magazines, not wiping his ass on them. My bad
Kin: LOL...Ah.
Phoemeister: What? They're bodily functions :P
Kin: True. Slightly different bodily functions.
Phoemeister: Yeah. it would be horrible to sneeze poop
Kin: Yes it would.
Phoemeister: or poop sneeze
Kin: lol...Yes. Yes that would be unpleasant if you ass started leaking mucus all the time.

"Be right back, my ass is running." =P
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: Yeah....
Kins: Man. Just think how bad irratable sinus syndrome would be. =P
Phoemeister: ROFLMAO
Phoemeister: Yeah. I guess I have it good
Phoemeister: We need lives :P
Kin: You know, we really do. =P

also visit Book a Minute because it's HILARIOUS. Go on now. Scoot.

You are orange. You are emotional. Outside, you are bitter and stubborn, inside you are hopeful, hoping someone will come save you from the bitterness of your own mind. You constantly feel the need to prove yourself, and you look up to those who can make thier dreams happen. You are broken, but not beyond repair like maroon.

What inner color are you?

I'm not sure why being orange yields a picture of anime characters getting it on

I came up with a new AIM message for when I'm at the computer lab:

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Currently I'm taking a break because I found an error I can't solve myself and am waiting for my prof to e-mail me back, so I have the time to tell you that:

I got another "dave grohl pregnant" hit. What is up with this?

And another armpit pain hit. I'm thinking this is going to be my new "can I eat vicks vaporub/use it on various funguses on my body" for me. Come to think of it, I haven't gotten one of those in awhile. Nor have I got any Matt's Dad's Basement/Saw Tupac at McDonalds hits lately. Though mentioning it will probably bring them up again :P

Also, thanks to DataAngel, I totally discovered that Idlewild has a blog. How cool is that? Idlewild ROCKS my world. I would have their babies if they asked me, that's how much I love them!

Here is a picture of Idlewild

Here is a picture of a guy humping a parking meter

I think I need to set up an armpit pain support group. I've gotten 2 more hits for armpit pain today, plus a hit for "burning armpit pain." Funny, yet disturbing as well.

Mine isn't really getting any better. I'll probably have to go to a doctor sometime. It sounds kind of like a waste to go to a doctor for armpit pain, but if the armpit pain isn't going away.... dammit, it's my god-given right to live armpit-pain-free!

Me tired.

I should be programming, but I think I'm going to not for now. After the stress level with the whole printer thing, I'd just like to relax

I was all happy because I finally finished my paper (albeit fiddling with the margins a little first), though I still had to program later. I was going to celebrate with a shower


BUT MY DAMN PRINTER WON'T PRINT

ROFLMAO! I have had 2 search engine hits today for "armpit pain."

I feel for you, fellow armpit pain sufferers

Here's Ryan's version of Tiajuana. I guess he thought the pimp needed to take a more active role.

My friend Ryan (from the below "gam gam" comment) has made his own stick people comics, The Indefinite Series. Anyway, we totally did a crossover! To understand the crossover you have to read a couple of his. (my personal favorite is Vacationing.)

Anyway, here is my mega awesome crossover edition of the soon to be acclaimed Indefinite Series, Tiajuana

Yeah, I did this earlier today during my nauseated down-time

Also annoying about being behind--my TV group all decided to get together to do the storyboard tonight. GRR, I already wrote the script. They could just do the storyboard without me, but nooooo. So less time to get the work I actually need to get done done

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr... At the computer lab, and the network drive I was doing my work on decided not to be connected anymore, so I'm basically here doing nothing hoping it will allow me to re-connect soon.

Damn ISU technology.

Ryan: so then, gamgam: a friendly SEXUAL interchange especially between seafarers and whalers?

This post will continue the proud Angry White Girl tradition of describing my bodily functions to strangers.

I threw up today. I swear, the last couple years I've thrown up more than I have in my entire life beforehand. I am not fond of this trend.

Do you know what's worse than throwing up, though? 2 things.

1) feeling like you have to throw up, knowing you're going to eventually have to throw up, and yet not throwing up. You can't get anything done, because you want to be ready for the throw up. And you feel very crappy.
2) dry heaves. Because they're almost as bad as throwing up, but they don't do the one good thing that regular throw up does for me, which is making me feel better for awhile.

anyway, I should probably be working on stuff, but I have a little class time off because of the throwing up, so I am using it to relax a little before going back to classwork and such.

Oh, and ever since I posted that excerpt of my grammar book on the blog EVERYONE calls me on the whole nauseous/nauseated thing :P

Okay, I thought the "Dave Grohl is pregnant with girl" thing awfully weird, but now I have a hit "Dave Grohl is pregnant with boy."

And I'm pretty sure both of these hits are from the same person, both were badly mis-spelled and corrected by Yahoo.

Anyway, I'm wondering how the latest hit is anatomically possible in any way

At 21 I'm falling apart

Colitis
Armpit Pain
and now I have this pain in my little toe. I think that's because I cut the nail too short, though. The armpit pain, which started out kind of funny, is not cool. I keep reaching for things and end up reaching for a world of hurt. And I can't sleep the way I want to, damn you armpit pain!

A mental pain--my archives not showing up. This blog is what I'm going to leave to my grandkids (or, since I don't plan to have children, the neighbors kids) when I shuffle off this mortal coil. It's for posterity, dammit. I want the space aliens who discover this planet thousands of years after we have anhillated each other to read it and be like, "That Angry White Chick sure was something." And then they could find my hair and re-animate me from my DNA for one day to be with my android son! Errr..... something like that.

More mental pain: Workload this week. I have 3 papers and a program due this week. Plus I have to begin recording of my radio ad (I'm doing it on Toyota Prius) and work on my "Little Man Computer" programs which are basically useless assembly language code that SUCKS and I want to SMACK them for making me do it. Plus D & D which is like, "Hey, 8 hours less for you to get it all done in!" You bastards.

I don't think I'm going to show Igraine this site after all, btw. While it's all well and good to show this stuff to space aliens thousands of years from now, or traumatize children who don't know me very well with it, I'd just as soon play it safe with the only friend I have right now.