Gah, blogger is being crazy. For some reason it isn't liking my links though I've typed them out 80 times.

So, I'm just going to write the url out and you're going to have to do the arduous labor of copying and pasting to see the two new comics.

70's porn hermaphrodite
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What does the Japanese world Hanakah mean?
http://www.geocities.com/tribble80/hanaka.jpg

Two new comics of the disturbing search request variety: 70's Porn Hermaphrodite and What does the japanese word Hanakah mean?

So today I saw my doctor again about my excessive headaches. I had actually been scheduled to talk to her like 3 months ago, but I wanted my mom with me (yeah... I'm a wimp. But I have trouble standing up to doctors when they tell me something stupid sometimes, whereas she is ready and even somewhat eager to tear them a new one), and she didn't want to go during cold season and catch whatever everyone in the waiting room has...

My family is the most paranoid ever about getting colds, by the way.

Anyway, I'm not having as many headaches as before. Still.... way more than regular people. But most of her stuff was for migraines, and I think a lot of mine are neck headaches, I've not had many of the ones I consider migraines (there's still some doubt on that issue) in awhile.

So basically she was like, "well it went away on it's own" and left me where I was before.

And there's really no reason the headaches have gone away except for 1, and even I don't really believe it at this point. Which is: I've not heard "The Noise" in a really long time. "The Noise" was this kind of low vibrating I was hearing at my house that was driving me INSANE. First off, I hated it. Secondly, no one else could hear it so I looked like a nut. Anyway, for awhile I thought maybe that making the headaches more frequent and worse. Now I don't know.

Also I tried joining this RPing mud, and they hated part of my premise for my character and I'm stuck trying to think of a new one. Gah, damn anal admin. I'm not Dickens, here. That one idea was all I had.

I directed that one show at TV-10 again. Though I'm forced to admit that I don't really direct because there's not enough people, so basically I work the switcher. Good times. Also, I dubbed like 5 resume tapes which takes forever. But I want to be able to send them out once I have my cover letter approved by my news director who's looking it over. Then I hope to use these get a job, and then I hope to have the best career ever as a photographer.

So that's my day.

So I visited TV-10 to get a chance to talk to my news director on how much I hate my job and what I should do, etc. She calmed me down a lot, I think I am still going to go for a career as a photog, and if I still don't like it, THEN give up. She said that there are jerks no matter what job you have, though it is worse in the media because of the egos, but that I should give it a try. Things are better at a lot of other stations, especially when you end up being not the lowest person on the totem pole anymore.

So now all I have to do is write cover letters. And if I get an interview, not act crack addicty.

I'm nervous again already.

Do two wrongs make a right?

Tina: hows you?
Phoemeister: alright
Phoemeister: aside from the colitis
Tina: bleh... HA loose control in douchebags van 'accidently' you have a medical reason and he'll look like a jerk for yelling at you
Phoemeister: ROFLMAO

Yes, according to my friends.

Anyway, I was overjoyed today, he wasn't around for some reason, so I didn't have to put up with his crap for once. I shot some press conferance on some organization that helps low income people pay their energy bills. Then I went to see this chick who went to a high school in our area and ended up being on the volleyball team in the last olympics who was speaking.

My Easter was decent. My family doesn't really do anything religious, we just went out to brunch at baker's square, and it was nice enough.

Then I went to the station. Teeechnically, I think I could've gotten out of it for Easter, but I came in anyway. Sundays are the least of my worries anyway, DB doesn't work them. Anchor lady is about the meanest person on Sundays (actually plastic hair is but I don't have to talk to him very often), and she was really nice to me today, perhaps because she was happy I came in on Easter when I didn't have to.

I felt bad, I had to call her up and ask her for directions on two different things, but she didn't lecture me or anything.

Aaanyway, I did a bit of fluff about the nice weather today, going and getting people washing their cars and flying kites etc. The other thing was this passion walk at a church where they re-enacted Jesus's last days.

I swear, I cover more religious things. It's weird to think of church stuff as news, actually. I'm surprised there aren't any like, muslim or jewish or other people who aren't pissed off that we do so many christian stories. On the other hand, the religious people I meet seem to be really nice. Though.. I guess a lot of people are nice to me when I have a camera in hand. But still, I enjoy the niceness. It was kind of awkward, though, this one guy asked me after I went through the Passion Walk, as it was called, "Did you get anything from it?" and I was like, "Yeah, I think I got a lot of good shots..." and he was like, "no, I mean spiritually," and I had to lie and be like, "Oh yeah. You know, I never saw that Passion movie because of the violence, it was nice to come here and see the same sort of stuff presented in a more family-friendly manner." Which... I've watched a ton of violent movies. And christianity DOES make me uncomfortable sometimes. I want to believe, I really do. If wanting to believe made you believe, I would've became a devout christian years ago. But I just... can't. And I get uncomfortable with things that remind me of it.

Though the passion walk wasn't that bad. Since there were little kids going through, it was quite watered down and not that intense of an experience. But I wasn't about to tell the kindly old dude who helped me so much, in front of the other kindly churchgoers who also helped me around the church a flat out "No." Or, "Sorry, but I am un-religious." Which is what I call it instead of atheist. Because atheists are committed to believing there's no god. Whereas I would, as I said earlier, totally become christian or any other religion if I could make myself. Going around without a belief system is pretty depressing sometimes. I'd like to know how athiests do it. Then I'd probably commit to athiesm.....

So, I know I've arrived. I'm #23 on yahoo for Sweet Hooking for Crack.

Also, new comic spawned by ANOTHER disturbing search request, Hi-Liter Hitler.

So I rehabilitated another old blog, Alternatune. It WAS a music blog where a friend and I reviewed stuff. But I hadn't posted in forever. And she made like 3 posts ever. So... pretty dead. Now I'm going to just post my random musings on music, basically. How Ben Fold's "Wandering," reminds me of this time I was listening to it while waiting for a grilled cheese sandwich at the cafeteria, how Best Buy owns me, whatever comes to mind. I figured it might be nice to separate some of my musical thoughts from the regular stuff, because I, for one, know it's TOTALLY annoying to read someone's blog and they're blathering on about some band you couldn't give less of a crap about. So... I have a whole separate area to do that now!

If anyone wants to blather with me, and make it a group blog again, just let me know.

Oh... and don't read any of the old stuff I posted there. It's SO pretentious. Reviewing things makes me sound like a jackass.

Today sucked. Well... I'll put the good bit before the bad bit.

I DID do a story in which NOTHING got screwed up for once. I did it all perfectly. It was some good friday thing at a church. And I rocked it like a hurricane!

Okay, now for the bad part of the day. I thought I would be able to avoid DB, because some people were gone, so I was able to use their gear instead of having to go to DB to get his and let him tell me I'm a horrible person all the while. Unfortunately... DB actually sought me out on his own time to verbally abuse me.

First off, he was pissed that I left that styrofoam cup and a page of directions I'd written down in his van. He actually SAVED them (I left them there on monday) to give them to me today to make me throw them away. I actually wasn't that upset, though. It was like, whatever, dude. I'm sitting right next to a wastebasket. This isn't really putting me out, while I'm sure saving this stuff four days probably put you to some extra effort. But I mean, it IS stupid. I use his van all the time and this is the ONE time I left anything. And it wasn't like, disgusting food that could go bad or smell everything up or anything. It was a piece of paper and a styrofoam cup. Does he really think I meant to leave this stuff there any more than he meant to leave his keys in the van on Monday? Newsflash, DB: SOMETIMES PEOPLE FORGET THINGS.

Secondly he, like, showed me how to use the rain gear. Which, I was actually grateful for. But he like... did it in a way that was very, "Oh, I can't believe you don't know this already, you should've asked someone by now." But again, I didn't really get that angry.

I didn't even get upset when he yelled at me for not getting gas in the van (the "rule" is leave it at least 1/4 full, I left his a hair below that because I didn't consider it that low, and I hate going out for gas because I have to stand outside and ring the doorbell like an idiot in the freezing cold until someone lets me in every time I go out for anything because I don't have a key).

Here is what made me cry: the photogs have these cubbys that aren't that big. And he had this GIANT bag in there for some reason. So on monday when I put the camera back, it was a rather tight fit. But I didn't know what else to do. He's so fucking touchy about his stuff, I know he would've yelled at me if I moved the bag. And I didn't like, just shove it in there, I did do it carefully. I'd actually forgotten about it until he brought it up again.

He chewed my head off about this, how I could've broken the camera, and how cameras are delicate and you can't treat them like that, and he's appalled that I just shoved it in there, I should've moved the bag, yadda yadda ya. He's FURIOUS. He got another camera and videotaped how his camera was jammed in there the next day, and says he's going to show it to my supervisor, and the union rep, and maybe a few other people.

Okay. I've washed my hands of ever making a favorable impression on this guy. But now he's trying to make me look bad in front of other people? This just sucks. I'd really like to know why he hates me this much. I mean... he's a jerk to everyone. But he like.... is going out of his way to be mean to me lately. Come on, saving a cup four days to make me throw it away? Videotaping how I left his camera as proof, when I wouldn't have lied about it anyway?

I just really hope plastic hair doesn't hear about this, because he's a piece of work himself, and I already had that incident around him where this one bit of plastic fell off the camera, and he didn't like that I said it "fell off" he was like, "it broke off! You broke it off! You broke the camera! Those cameras are worth more than you are! You should be more careful!" when really, it DID fall off. Maybe I somehow broke it earlier and it didn't fall off till later, but it really DID fall off from a jolt that couldn't break anything off. And like, the engineer we called to fix it didn't even care. It took him like two seconds to superglue it back together. So now I have the two biggest jerks at the station thinking I just swing the cameras around my head and drop them all over and shove them places and don't even care, and I really don't need them blabbing it around to everyone. Though they probably will. The station's horrible that way, someone's ALWAYS badmouthing someone else behind his/her back and making him/her sound utterly incompetant.

The work environment here is breaking my will to live. I really don't know what I should do. Because I've heard this station IS the worst. So maybe once the internship is over, I can get a job somewhere else and the people won't be jerks. But... I don't know if I can count on that. Maybe all stations ARE like this. I wanted to talk to my news director from TV-10 on Wednesday to see what she says, but she was busy, so I'm going to try again this Tuesday when she says she's less busy. I am just really freaking out about this right now, it seems like every day just gets worse.

d'oh. Some of my comments are gone. What's up with that? I swear, nice commenters, I didn't delete them.

This is a conversation with my friend Tina about this guy who is like, emotionally messed up and latches onto any girl that talks to him, so I feel the need to distance myself. Also, it's about my nose and the peculiarities thereof.

Phoemeister: ways to keep people from getting hot for you, example 1:

Low Self Esteem Guy: *snuggle*
Phoemeister: I think I have a pimple on the inside of my right nostril
Phoemeister: how does that even happen?

Tina: :: LAUGHS:: Isn't those the weirdest things though?
Phoemeister: yeah
Tina: and I doubt it deters him
Phoemeister: it hurts like hell too
Phoemeister: yeah, well I have to try
Phoemeister: god, now he's freaking me out, though
Phoemeister: he says it could be an ingrown hair
Phoemeister: and get infected
Tina: it could be, it COULD be that... but dude, any zit could do that... you have to remember your dealing with mister cheerful here
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: okay

Three new comics: Free Hermaphrodite Movies part 1 and part 2 (part 2 by guest cartoonist Tina), and Do Hamsters Have Rabbis? also cartooned by Tina.

Man, I'm a horrible aunt. The 'phew is sick, and my parents are taking care of him because the daycare's like, "we don't want him here, he'll get the other kids sick," though that policy obviously is not that helpful as he GOT this cold FROM daycare, and about a thousand others besides. Anyway, I was complaining to a friend a couple of the inconveniances of having him around, and the thought that I'm a horrible aunt couldn't help but rear it's ugly head.

And honestly, I must be a horrible aunt, because that's not the full extent of it. I just realized, I could really take or leave him at this point. I don't know why I can't get all enthusiastic about him the way my parents do. It's like... he's a baby. He doesn't even have a personality yet. I remember the first time he smiled at me, and my heart completely melted, I felt so much love for him... but I've never been able to re-create that feeling again. The closest time I've gotten are a couple times when he's done something that makes me laugh my head off, which I admit, is fun. So most of the time I think of him as something to entertain myself with at my sister's house when I'm bored to death about their crappy conversations about my sister's husband's stepdad's grandpa, or are they themselves trying to play with the baby.

Anyway, I'm hoping that my sis has another kid in a couple years. And then, 1) by then he'll be able to talk and stuff, so I'll like hanging out with him, and 2) I won't have to fight for his time with my parents and his million other doting relatives, because they'll stop paying attention to him for the new baby. And he'll doubly like me for paying attention to him instead of the baby. It's all win win.

Well, I'm trying to start up Troubled Youth again, and am looking for people to post. If you don't know what this is, here is a condensed explanation: it's a collaborative blog where I and everyone else involved takes a post-it note and writes an observation or something sarcastic on it, and posts it in a public place and signs the note "Troubled Youth," then posts it in the guestbook of the site, or if they're a member, actually on the site. A more detailed (possibly less confusing) explanation is on the actual site.

A friend and I came up with the idea years ago. Unfortunately, we are rather lazy and I posted not too frequently and she even less. And then, I couldn't even post at all anymore, because Blogger was not publishing because of the template or something.

So yesterday, I got an e-mail from someone who wanted to join. You'd be surprised at how many residual hits I get for that site even though no one posts anymore. And in reaction.... I overhauled the ENTIRE template. Which was a huge pain. But I like it more than the other template anyway. The other template was busy as hell, and I only put up with it because my co-creator liked it because she thought each individual post looked like an actual post-it note, and would sort of go with the theme.

Also, the ONE graphic we do have looks much better on a black background. So it's all good. Post-it note something for me people! Or badger your friends to! Or link to the site, even. I'm beggin' ya here.

So... because I didn't end up making the colitis comic, the guy I was talking to came up with another way to do it and took matters into his own hands, so yes, I have my first guest comic: Embarassing Colitis

Phoemeister: Oh, and I bet i'm in trouble later. I think I left a styrofoam cup in the cupholder of douchebag's van
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: and he'll be all, "you trashed my van!"
Phoemeister: 'you have no consideration for others"
Sui: whatever..
Sui: you should have written a big middle finger on it
Phoemeister: LOL
Sui: you should totally buy him a douchebag
Sui: and then write the word "you" on it
Phoemeister: ROFLMAO

Today at the station: again not so good of a day. Yes... time for another long rant.

First off I had to ask DB (douchebag) for his equiptment again. I'm sensing that this is going to be a regular part of my routine on Mondays and Fridays now. First off, he bitched about the battery for the camera light being dead last time I used it. BUT, I never used it that day. We'd already had a similar confrontation when I HAD used the light, but had actually gotten confused and thought it was broken and told him so and he was even more mad because I should've told someone so that if it was broken it'd get fixed.... Anyway, I didn't touch his damn light or light battery last time, and told him so. I've actually gotten to the point where if he yells at me for something totally unjustified, I'll yell back. Which is probably a bad habit for me to be doing to a superior, but... he makes me so mad sometimes. Anyway, he gave me this whole lecture anyway about how I should've still charged it, they always charge them at the end of the shift or something even if it doesn't need it. And I pretty much said, "well, how'm I supposed to know that?" and he got all, "you should ask, you don't want to learn, you don't even care blah blah blah" which I think is just poo. But it did make me feel bad... what if I'm NOT doing all I could? But... on the other hand, I borrow other people's stuff all the time and none of them ever give me crap, but he without fail gives me crap every time, so maybe he's just being DB.

So they tell me I'm going to these two high school all-star games in Bloomington that start at 6, but I can get there at 6:30 and it doesn't really matter. Until then, they actually had me go to a live shot with the guy I was talking about yesterday. So I got to learn about how to do a live shot, and help him with grunt stuff like watching the camera while he goes to the truck to do something. So I had a pretty decent time except the huge pole that telescopes up so that the sattelite is above most buildings wasn't working at first so we had to stand outside in the cold while he tried to figure it out and called up other people at the station who also couldn't figure it out... So anyway, he said I could probably leave at 5:45 and still make the games in Bloomington by 6:30. And I'm like, "Okay, but I'll probably leave at 5:30 to give myself a little extra time." Because by then there wasn't much to do anyway.

So at 5:30, I go to my van and exactly when I sit down I get a call from DB. He left his car keys in my van! And he was ANNOYED AT ME. For no reason I can tell. Was I the dumbass that left my car keys in the back of a van? No. So basically he tells me to stop off at the station on the way to bloomington, which I don't mind. Oh, and he was also pissed I was still at the mall, because he was just convinced my thing was at 6 even though I told him that they told me 6:30 was fine. But why would he be pissed? If I'd left by six, I'd be halfway to bloomington by the time he called and there's no way I'd have time to go back to give him his damn keys.

So on the way to the station: I hit HORRIBLE traffic that I did NOT foresee. Basically, even though I was on a freeway, we were going 20 miles per hour. Coming to a full stop occaisionally. The station's not THAT far away, and it took me half an hour. So now I'm freaking out that I'll be late. I get DB his keys and for once he's silent. Then I drive to bloomington.

I get there, late, of course. And am so frazzled I left the tapes in the car and had to go back and get one. And then.... of course, the camera won't work. I hit eject to open it up to put the tape in... and it wouldn't open. So I call up the station and finally find out that pushing on the door sort of unsticks it.

So then I'm like, ready to go... and the game ends. Which totally pissed me out, the scoreboard clearly said period 2, which gives me TONS of time, seeing as how basketball is supposed to be 4 quarters. But apparently.... they only wanted short games, since it's all-star and there's two of them. So... I have all these reasons I was late, Traffic, DB's keys, they SAID I could come at 6:30, unnaturally short game... but I don't want to be a whiner and be like, "oh, it's someone else's fault." That just sounds like I'm making up crap and blaming other people. But these people (if DB can be classified as a person) deserve blame! And I didn't want to screw up after yesterday, where I came late, and again had problems that I don't consider my fault.. I just don't want to be that incompetant person who whines about how it's not their fault.

Oh, and the second game went pretty smoothly, so that's alright. Except I DID do the stereotypical sports photographer blooper, i.e. getting knocked down by a player. But nothing broke and I wasn't hurt, so it was all good.

So I came back and told the sports guy (not-plastic-hair sports guy is actually pretty nice and understanding) and he already knew about my camera problems and didn't mind. So.... all that worrying... was for nothing, it was such a relief. So basically the only thing I'm still upset about that is just how mean DB is to me... but I guess he's just like that.

I was sharing bits of Jack Black's page on IMDB with a friend and...

Phoemeister: I love his credit in the Neverending Story III, btw: The NeverEnding Story III (1994) .... Slip, Leader of The Nasties
Phoemeister: Jack Black led the nasties!
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: I wish that were my title. My business card would be: Phoemeister (leader of the nasties)
Sui: you should just put it in anyways
Phoemeister: I could just find a couple people
Phoemeister: and be like, "you're my nasties. I lead you."
Sui: haha
Sui: Where my nasties at?
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: yes
Phoemeister: I'm going to say that whenever my nasties are elswhere
Sui: haha
Sui: I approve
Phoemeister: good
Phoemeister: you can be one of them
Phoemeister: you can be second in command of the nasties
Phoemeister: a nasty officer if you will
Sui: nice
Sui: Lieutenant of the nasties
Phoemeister: Lieutenant Nasty, where my nasties at?
Sui: on missions of nastinal security

Phoemeister: I got a search for "embarassing colitis." Wow, someone who got to my blog from a search actgually probably found what they were looking for :P
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: though actually I've never put up any real embarassing stuff up on the blog because I'd prefer to forget it
Phoemeister: rather than leaving it up there
Sui: what.. like pictures?
Phoemeister: lol
Sui: you could totally make a comic
Sui: like..
Sui: shwo the inside of your intestines
Sui: or colon or whatever
Sui: and have this little colitis virus/bacteria/wahtever it is that causes it
Sui: like.. trip over his shoelace or something
Phoemeister: hereditary causes it
Phoemeister: LOL
Sui: well there has to be some biological reason for it!
Sui: I need soemthing to do something embarassing in the comic
Sui: it's not funny if like.. your mom trips over her shoelace
Sui: no one would get it
Phoemeister: yeah, hereditary
Phoemeister: my genes
Phoemeister: it's my immune system attacking my colon
Phoemeister: So... I suppose my immune system could trip over it's shoelaces
Sui: haha see
Sui: that would work

Oh, I forgot something else nice that happened today. I got to eat at Taco Bell on the way back from the story I did! I think I've mentioned on here before how much I love steak. And that steak can cure nearly any problem I have, at least temporarily. Steak just makes me that happy.

Anyway, Taco Bell is like the bargain version of that for me. I have to say, now that I'm traveling around in a newsvan frequently, people are gonna be like, "Man! Something's always going down at Taco Bell! There's always a newsvan outside!" Because this is the second time I've taken a newsvan to Taco Bell. And I've never taken one to go to anywhere else but a story.