Out With the Old

In with the new!

2007 is coming and I am ready for it. Ten to one, it'll be a much better year than this year. And here are a few reasons why (in no particular order):

*BotCon will be held during summer, not fall.

*The Transformers live action movie hits theatres July 4th.

*Pokémon Diamond and Pearl will hit the States on April 22nd.

*Tons 'o TFs, thanks to the movie.

*New TF series.

*One full year in the house (hopefully the first of many).

*New Pokémon items, thanks to Jakks Pacific :).

*A nice, long, healthy summer.

*Pokémon Battle Revolution. 'Nuff said.

And last but not least......

*Only two years left and the Shrub is pruned!!! Hot damn!!

--Weasel, "Pop the cork, baby! Bring it on!"

Can I Get a "WTF?" Here?!

Why the fuck would this bullshit even be an issue?

Seriously, why in the flying fuck would anyone want to see that? I sure as hell wouldn't. But, hey what the hell do I know? I'm a soy eatin', pansy-ass, bleedin' heart lib.

A one-gun salute to Simply Left Behind for the info.

In the Spirit of the Season

I give you the gift of Weird Al. Enjoy.



--Weasel, "The classic Xmas songs are always the best."

4

Still down with this damn cold; it's been a week and I still feel like hammered shit. My voice keeps waiting to cut out, I feel like I swallowed mud and I'm constantly tired.

I hate cold and flu season.

I hate December.

As you might have guessed, I'm not exactly in the "Chri$tma$ spirit". I probably won't be for the next few Chri$tma$ seasons, if ever. This same thing happened to me several years ago, when I broke up with my idiot ex. It took quite a few years before I got my "holiday mojo" back.

It may not happen this time.

I may just say to hell with Chri$tma$ altogether. I've just gotten too damn cynical to celebrate much of anything anymore.

7

I feel like hammered shit.

Caught the cold from hell last Friday and the bastard is still hanging on. All I want to do is sleep. That and dose myself with cold medication, for all the good that shit does. (The only reason I'm conscious now is because I need to eat.) I'm congested, I feel hot and cold at the same time, and my ears are completely plugged.

This sucks.

Perfect beginning to a shitty month. Time to crash, again.

11

It's officially December, the ass end of the year. Time for Chri$tma$ shopping, holiday parties and people getting drunk for next to no reason. Hoo-ray.

It's also the anniversary of Wavebreaker's death.

I hate December. It's too damn cold. It's "holidays" are too damn fakey and it has the dubious distinction of giving us the longest night of the year.

And we had a death in the family, not one year ago.

Can we just fast-forward through this wretched month? 2007 will be much, much better.

Why Do They Deserve This?

Un-fucking-believable.

Fred Phelps is a fucking moron. Does he even have a functioning brain anymore? What, were these poor kids members of the Sodomy Squadron or something?

Seriously. What. The. FUCK?!

A big hat tip to Pam's House Blend for the 411.

--Weasel, finding that her migraine has come screaming back at double strength....

Mixed Nuts

With plenty of cashews for your enjoyment!

A Brazilian woman claims her cat just had... wait for it: puppies!
Can we say "genetically impossible"? Of course we can!

The residents of Shiloh, IL. are crapping their collective pants over a picture book dealing with gay penguins. Ummm, ut-oh. There goes the idea that gays make lousy parents.

Oh, and PETA needs to do a little research. Way to go, guys!

And lastly, a Public Service Announcement: If you live near a port, keep your cat indoors! 'Nuff said.

And this has been your helping of "Mixed Nuts". Hope you've enjoyed your serving. Until next time, this is......

--Weasel, signing off.

Saying "Hi" to Kathy Griffin

Yep, I'm a D-lister. Yay me. :)

Truly Frightening

Found this little gem while surfing the net. I warn you, this is not for the faint of heart.

A big thank you goes out to Fundies Say the Darnedest Things!

Where Have You Gone, America?

Where have you gone?

The combined $39.1 million bond for the workers and their supporters is far and above the normal amount of bail set for people accused of even violent crimes in Harris County. While each of the non-violent protestors is being held on $888,888 bail ...

* For a woman charged with beating her granddaughter to death with a
sledgehammer, bail was set at $100,000;

* For a woman accused of disconnecting her quadriplegic mother's breathing
machine, bail was set at $30,000;

* For a man charged with murder for stabbing another man to death in a bar
brawl, bail was set at $30,000;

* For janitors and protesters charged with Class B misdemeanors for past
non-violent protests, standard bail has been set at $500 each.

More than 5,300 Houston janitors are paid $20 a day with no health insurance, among the lowest wages and benefits of any workers in America.

Only in America. So much for the terrorists hating us because we're free.

--Weasel, left to cry "America my country, where have you gone?"

"He's Thinking for Himself...! Get Him!"

So much for the idea that college campuses are liberal havens.

At least the victim is suing over this bullshit.

Thanks to AmericaBlog for the update.

Weasel, "This is some serious bullshit!"

Welcome to Amerikka

I cannot fucking believe this.

It is the most sickening thing I've ever seen.

What the fuck happened to my goddamned country?

Seriously, what the FUCK?! What the in the hell happened to my country? How in the flying fuck could something as gods awful as this happen in a "free society" such as ours?

This goes beyond the pale. I'm too pissed to even think straight.

Maybe this'll help calm me down.

I leave you with this:

Now, this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

Your Public Service Announcement

Birth control: It's a damn good idea!



This message brought to you by:

--Weasel, who reminds you that kids in the car cause accidents, while accidents in the car cause kids!

In Honor of My Fucking Ex

In memory of my ex, aka Frankie the Fuck-Up, I post this little gem from YouTube.



Let the healing begin, baby.

Something's Rotten in Denmark

Actually, it's the US, but you get the idea.

"Peterson objected to the interrogation techniques used on prisoners. She refused to participate after only two nights working in the unit known as the cage. Army spokespersons for her unit have refused to describe the interrogation techniques Alyssa objected to. They say all records of those techniques have now been destroyed. ...".

.............

"But on the night of September 15th, 2003, Army investigators concluded she shot and killed herself with her service rifle," the documents disclose.

Riiiiiiiiiight. To quote Baby Herman: "The whole thing stinks like yesterday's diapers."

Massive thanks to Jesus' General for giving us the 411.

--Weasel, "The truth? You can't handle the truth!"

Today

Today is a special day indeed: it is Dan Gilvezan's birthday.

Dan is a true celebrity in every sense of the word: funny, charming down-to-Earth and a wonderful human being. I am extremely fortunate that I was given the opportunity to meet him twice. He is an example of Hollywood's finest.

Have a wonderful day, Dan. The world's a much better place with you in it.

This Had Better be a Fucking Joke

For the love of God people, please tell me this is a fucking joke.

If it ain't, I'm gonna need morphine for the migraine that will result from this bit of idiocy.

Seriously, wow.

--Weasel, who just broke her brain reading that little "piece".

STFU!

I mean, damn! How fucking stupid do ya gotta be?

Referring to the recent rash of deadly assaults at schools, Mallory said books that promote evil — as she claims the Potter ones do — help foster the kind of culture where school shootings happen. That would not happen if students instead read the Bible, Mallory said.

No, instead we would have daily stonings. Or daily burnings at the stake. Or daily... oh fuck it. You get the idea.

Bitch, please. Your fifteen microseconds of fame are over. Now please dissipate like the fart in the wind you are. You'll be doing the world a favor.

--Weasel, looks like somebody needs a nice, tall glass of "Go fuck yourself, dumbass".

One Last Update

I'll be on vacation for most of the week. When I get back, I'll update.

A quick aside: DA, I wish you could be there, man. I'm really gonna miss you.

--Weasel, needs this vacation bad

Fuck You, American

Seriously, fuck you.

I refuse to fly your airline ever again. I hope you asshats go bankrupt.

--Weasel, "Someone needs to have their ass fired for this bullshit."

Score!

I got a really cool surprise when I checked the mail today: my Mew DS (which I laid claim to most loudly) was sitting with the rest of the mail.

It's in pretty good shape, for a used game system. I just need to bust out my DS starter kit, which is sitting in a layaway, and find the Mew DS top cover (doink, found it, thanks be to Prime for braving a box forest) I ordered from the Pokémon Center and I'll be ready. Ready to wait for the next six months to pass so I can get my hands on Diamond and Pearl...or more accurately, whichever of the two I will actually play, as Prime will get the other.

Things seem pretty quiet on the job front. My transfer is now in motion. I have no idea when everything will be finalized. It may take a bit; I'm one of a large group of associates who are trying to transfer out. No one enjoys their jobs anymore.

We are hemorrhaging associates. We are down 30 cashiers, have fewer people on the sales floor and in ICS, and the management is now trying like hell to hire new people. Not that they'll last. New associates never last more than a few weeks.

Oh well, enough of the downer. I'm going to admire my DS.

--Weasel, thinking of getting a few DS games to help ease the pain of waiting. Trozei, Nintendogs, maybe Magnetica for Prime if he's good...

Steve Would NOT Approve!

Seriously, stop it.

Acting like this will not bring Steve Irwin back. And do you honestly believe he would approve of this behavior? I sincerely doubt it. So, whoever is doing this: knock it off. NOW.

End of Summer

The calendar may still say summer, but I beg to differ. The leaves are beginning to change, the nights are getting cooler, the days are steadily growing shorter.

This sucks.

I really didn't have a chance to enjoy summer and poof, now it's gone. Never got a chance to hit the pool or the lake. Never got a chance to take a nice, long walk in the park. Never got enough free time to do anything I wanted.

On the bright side, I have vacation (and BotCon!) coming up in a couple of weeks. Gods, how I need the time away.

It'll feel damn good to see my friends again, to hang out, shoot the shit, and forget about my lousy job.

BotCon can't come soon enough.

--Weasel, "Nineteen days and counting."

Fuck You, Disney

Seriously. Fuck you.

And a big old go fuck yourself, Scholastic.

Gods, how I wish another studio had gotten the rights to distribute Studio Ghilbi's films here in the states. Then I could completely cut that craphole called Disney out of my life.

--Weasel, "The Ministry of Truth couldn't be prouder."

Fade to Black

"Conserving koala bears is easy. When it comes to conserving the nasties like spiders, snakes and crocodiles, and things that kill you and eat you, it's a different story to get people to value those animals. People say, 'What the hell are you conserving them for?' and he made a strong contribution in making people think a lot more about the values of conserving these animals."

So long, Steve. I'll miss you. You did one helluva job.

Asshats of the Week

"Out of the Frying Pan" Edition

You did your thing, now serve your time.

Troy Gentry is facing jail time for shooting a caged, tamed bear by the name of Cubby. Yes, a tamed, caged bear. Swift one there, Troy. Your actions earn you an all expenses paid trip to Alaska for a bear hunt. There are a few rules for this, you know: no weapons, no gear, no chance in Hell. We'll see how much of a "real" man you are when Cubby's extended family has a fighting chance. Have fun at the Bear Family Reunion.

Don't quit your day job... oh wait, you did.

Good one, Andrew. Instead of helping Wal-Mart, you've given them another dose of public humiliation. You know, you really shouldn't have quit your day job. Wal-Mart could still use your "help". (Maybe a few more bonebrained comments would finally convince the public at large that it is a very bad thing to shop at the Grinning Monster.) Your comments have earned you a mint-scented enema, so your ass will be minty fresh the next time you wanna speak out of it.

I see drunk people... they don't know they're drunk.

I can't find the words to describe this. Under 21, with a DUI. And caught with pot to boot. At least you didn't kill anyone. You've earned a trip to rehab, where you'll see lots of stoned people. And you can't make them go away.

And people wonder why OJ got off.

These two retards caused a car crash which ended in a driver being injured and his passenger suffering brain damage. What do they get? A couple of slaps on the wrist and a "Now don't you good boys do that again." The judge earns brain surgery (to remove his head from his ass) and the two boys earn a training program a la 1993's classic movie, The Program. Hope you dildos like playing chicken with fast moving cars.

Somebody's hungry for an asswhuppin'.

This moron waits until his host is out of the room, removes dinner from the hot pan, and dunks in the hosts kittens. I would say this guy was acting stupid, but it blatantly apparent that this is anything but an act. Idiot boy has earned his dumb ass a cheap, no frills neutering: one lit stick of dynamite and the order to count to ten. (Hey, it's more than obvious that this dipshit couldn't count to ten without the aid of both hands. >:)

That's about all the asshattery I can take for one week. So until next time remember, if you don't want the "honor" of being on this list, don't be an asshat.

CBS = Complete Bull Shit

Film at 11.

An exorcism pilot. Inspired by the life of that fucking Liar Bob Larson. Great CBS. Just go ahead and merge with Fox. You're obviously full of the exact same shit as News Corp.

I appreciate my books and my Game Boy Advance SP much more these days. They're not so full of steaming piles of bovine excrement.

--Weasel, now understanding the need for "TV Turn-Off Week".

Dying of Cute Here!

Check out the latest Diamond and Pearl video, which has footage of the starters. Man, this only makes me want the game even more!

I was seriously thinking I would take the Penguin. I even had a nickname picked out for the little guy: Break. The Turtle (or whatever it is) didn't impress me at all (since it's kinda on the fugly side) and I don't do Monkeys. Monkeys are only good for a lowbrow joke that usually involves flinging poop and that's it. Or so I thought.

Not this time.

Damn you, Nintendo. Damn you, Game Freak. You made that Monkey sound so adorable and so cute that I want the blasted thing as my starter! And to top it all off, it's a Fire type. (Sigh...) I'm screwed.

Anyone know a decent name for a Monkey?

--Weasel, "And no, I'm not calling it Optimus Minor!"

The Terror Plot

Let's be honest here; one plot has been foiled. Great. But how many others are in the making? We've "won" this round, but the "war" is far from over.

There were two different attacks on the WTC; one involved a truck bomb, the other involved airliners. If you honestly think that stopping one plot has made us any safer, you're mistaken. The terrorists are just going to keep trying until they succeed.

--Weasel, not flying anytime soon.

How to Spot a Terrorist

If he's sipping Pepsi before boarding an airline flight, he's a terrorist.

This public service announcement brought to you by:

--Weasel, keeping our skies safe.

Summertime Blues

This has not been a good summer.

For the third time in as many months, I'm fighting off another cold. Three weeks ago, I was trying to fight off dehydration and exhaustion (both heat related; I still end up with a few dizzy spells from it all). Prime and I had a pretty bad exchange over the phone last Friday which led to me having a 20 minute crying jag at work. But the absolute worst? On Sunday, July 23, my mother called me and told me one of my aunts had died of cancer. I spent quite a few weekends at her place with her younger daughter while I was a tweenager.

All I want to do right now is scream.

I'm fighting off flashbacks from this past December, the heat (which broke recently, thank Primus!) has gotten both Prime and myself so frazzled that we had been snapping at each other (we don't have central a/c), our finances hit rock bottom last month and my wonderful job has been giving me shit schedules for the past few weeks.... if they even remember to stick me on the schedule, that is.

I want to scream, cry, throw a fit like a two year old until I'm so emotionally emptied out that I can't even stand, let alone walk.

I can't do that, though.

If I start, I may not stop for a very long time.

I hope August is better.

--Weasel, who wants to skip straight to September and BotCon...

The Continuing Crisis in the Middle East

You know, this really isn't anything new. It's the exact same thing, just a different day.

--Weasel, unsure whether to laugh or cry seeing this crap yet again....

The Coolest Thing Ever...!

I'm having a nerd-gasm over here!


Nintendo, stop torturing me! You know Pokémon is my crack! I need a hit... badly! ;)

It Keeps Getting Better....

He's still trying to defend himself.

Not just once, but twice.

(Soap box time: It does suck that the poor guy's personal info got posted. Don't stoop to the level of StoptheACLU.org, people. We don't want to end up using the same bullying tactics as our critics, okay? Okay. Now I'll get off the soap box.)

But in some sick, twisted way, I can't help but find this quote funny:

It is often the case that one person ruins the fun of many isn't it?

Not really, dude. I'm still here laughing my ass off. But I am sick and twisted that way.

--Weasel, who can't help but find the whole fiasco really, really funny.

Maximum PWNAG3

Ya gotta feel sorry for this guy.

First, he's suckered by The Onion.* Warning, sensitive readers may be shocked by the image preceding the main article. Just a quick "head's up".

Then he tries to defend himself and fails.

He tries a second vain attempt to defend himself, which just makes him look stupid. (Yeah, blame 'duh libuhrul skoolz'. Seriously, this is like a bad "You Might Be a Redneck" joke. So, how's that fifth grade GED working out for ya, Bubba?)

I'll be the first to admit, I've been suckered a few times. I've had brain farts (some big ones too, I might add), but this just takes the damn cake. I don't think I can add much more to this other than a shitload of derisive laughter.

--Weasel, "Seriously, keep blogging for the pro-lifers. You're a huge credit to their cause."

Hell in a Handbasket

Okay, remember the little problem I had last time I updated?

It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

I have a schedule for next week, but not the week after. My name is not on the board at all. Again. (The only reason I'm working this week is because I jumped through a few dozen hoops to get a head cashier to write me out a schedule.) It's a different co-manager that's running the schedules, but apparently he's just as damned incompetent as the last one.

I'd slam my head into a wall, but hell, what's the damn point anymore?

Slag

Just a quick update. I'm going to be really busy this week, so ten to one, I won't be able to update for a bit. Before I leave on my little absence, I'll share with you how screwed up my job really is:

Remember KB? Well, she had her baby and is now on maternity leave. KB was the one who did all the scheduling. The job went to a co-manager.

He has no fucking idea what the fuck he's doing. So, he lets the computer do all the scheduling.

The schedules are now insanely fucked up. Mine included. I'll have to go into work on Monday in order to fix next week's schedule. (Did I mention I'm not on it... at all?)

And this is a goddamned co-manager. A classic case of how to succeed in business without a fucking brain.

--Weasel, "Sad, ain't it?"

She's Lost It

Then again, she never had it to begin with.

--Weasel, "You go, girl."

Save Screech's House

Seriously, buy a shirt so Screech won't end up homeless.

--Weasel, not a Saved By The Bell fan, but thinks this just plain sucks.

And They Call Themselves "Pro-Life"

Or so they claim.

You are reading that correctly; these pukes are threatening a 15-year-old girl. I'm not surprised. After all, these were some of the shit-eating retards who were more than happy to refer to Chelsea Clinton as a "dog" while her dad was in office. (She was about the same age as Ava.) And remember, these assholes vote:

*It's people like you who need to fucking die and get raped while your corpse rots in the sun.

*Fuck you, I would jack off on your parents if I could. If you don't like the team, get out of the park. That means take ur small dick and get the fuck off of my homeland you faggot chocolate gulper.

*You are a TRAITOR to your country and should be executed for treason. All you do is bitch about the US. If you hate it so much, why don't you GET THE FUCK OUT.

*Are you a muslem [sic] terrorist?

They are more than goddamned happy to threaten a child with death, but these sorry fuckwads scream blue murder if a woman even dares think about having an abortion. "U cant kill ur babby ur teh ebil libuhril if u dooo!!!!11111!!!"

Guess you'd rather wait 'til they left the womb before they are brutally tortured and die, huh? It's true. You fucks really don't care about children at all.

--Weasel, losing even more of her faith in humanity... and there ain't a shitload left

By the way, if you want to see more of Ava's work, just click here. I nearly peed my pants watching this one. It's hilarious. The music is abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

The Bitch is Back!

This bitch, to be exact.

It seems Ms Mallory, or as I've taken to calling her, Daisy Pukes, just won't keep her damn fool mouth shut. She's trying to take her bitchfest to the state. Different day, same stream of bullshit.

Her appeal will continue the debate that began when Mallory filed complaints against each of the six books, writing that they included -- quote -- "evil themes, witchcraft, demonic activity, murder, evil blood sacrifice, spells and teaching children all of this."

Yeah, not like that other book. You know the one. The Bible. There's nothing "evil" in there... (If ya believe that, I got a bridge I can sell ya, real cheap.)

Speaking of bitches, S came back from her vacation yesterday. She's been smiling and chatting and hugging(!) all the other associates, me excluded. Not that I'd want to hug her, mind you. (Suppresses the urge to barf.)

--Weasel, "Damn, I was enjoying all that peace and quiet."

Ick Factor 11, Mr. Sulu!

A couple of days ago I was in the breakroom at work and got into an interesting conversation with some of the associates who have worked in Dairy. It seems one of the older associates who works in that department, "A", has a tendency not to pull his weight, not take criticism well, takes too damn long doing his work, and won't do anything useful unless management is hovering around.

That wasn't the worst of it.

One of the associates sitting at the table, "N", mentioned that A had made a pass at her.

N is 20. A is at least 45 or 50.

If that doesn't make your skin crawl, this will: A is a serial sexual harasser. He's harassed at least 12 people, one of which has filed a lawsuit against our store. (He rubbed himself up against this poor woman.) Management knows about this. They have done absolutely nothing against A; he has yet to be disciplined in any way, shape, or form over his repulsive behavior. The store manager himself admits that A won't stop it. But nothing is done.

A also happens to be a conservative Christian who lives at home with his mom and dad. (Guess the real world was just too big, bright and scary for him to move out.) He's always mentioning the Bible and Jesus and all that crap.... wonder what Jesus would think of his behavior?

--Weasel, feeling the need to take a shower... eeew!

It's Revolution, Baby!

Pokémon Battle Revolution, that is. It's a new Pokémon game coming to the Wii system in 2007. Take a look thanks to YouTube.



Now, there's also going to be an RPG aspect to this game, and I'm hoping it's another foray into Orre (hey, that rhymed). If it is another Orre adventure, I pray to Primus that Nintendo gets its head out of its ass and gives us the option to play as a fricking female! Two Orre adventures and both of them were sausage fests! You weren't given the option to play as a girl! For the love of Primus, Nintendo, please fix that. Give us some more Legendary Shadows to Snag, while you're at it. I would shit kittens if given the chance to Snag and Purify a Mew!

For more details, you can always hit Serebii.net for info and pics.

--Weasel, already saving her pennies to buy a Wii and Battle Revolution

First, Do No Harm

We have another one.

Yep, another pharmacist who won't fill a prescription for birth control. Only this time, he was fired and tried to claim discrimination. The judge sided with the company. Intelligence ruled, for once.

But it may not rule for long.

Yet again, we will have pharmacists who will refuse to do their fucking job, and they will not get penalized for shirking their duties. And again, they'll claim it was on moral grounds.

I just have one question for these idiots: if you're not going to fill a prescription for birth control, why do you numbskulls not have a problem filling other prescriptions? Aren't you fucking around with "God's will" if you give a 97 year old man Viagra? How the hell do you know that "God" wants said 97 year old man to have a boner? What about chemo? If a cancer patient is meant to live, they won't need the drugs, now will they? They can just pray away the tumors!

If you have a problem with fulfilling your duties where you work, you are in the wrong career. Get a new one.

--Weasel, who doesn't have the luxury of refusing to serve asshole customers at her job.

6/6/06

Behold the Anti-Christ!

Well, she did release a book today. But that travesty cannot possibly compare to the slime that she spews from her second asshole (aka her mouth):

"These self-obsessed women seem genuinely unaware that 9-11 was an attack on our nation and acted like as if the terrorist attack only happened to them. They believe the entire country was required to marinate in their exquisite personal agony. Apparently, denouncing bush was part of the closure process."

But wait! There's more!

"These broads are millionaires, lionized on TV and in articles about them, reveling in their status as celebrities and stalked by griefparrazies. I have never seen people enjoying their husband’s death so much."

And people find her attractive. Unbe-fucking-lieveable. It makes me want to projectile vomit.

Other than that little incident, Satan did not show his face anymore throughout the day. Damn, and I was gearing up for the end of the world.....

Speaking of which, S has been on vacation for the past week and a half. It has been a very quiet, very peaceful 10 days. Gods, I hope she never comes back. But there's more.

The Sow is leaving. Her husband got a job somewhere else and she has to leave. Under normal circumstances, I'd be bouncing off the walls with glee. Not this week.

One of our former associates was diagnosed earlier in the month with cancer. Stage IV. Terminal. We got an update three days ago. Doctors only gave him two weeks. Two weeks.

It all came back. In one big rush, it all came back. I've had flashbacks off and on for the past few days; all I can think about is Wavebreaker and that awful morning in December. It's been almost six months and I just want to lay in bed and cry. But I can't.

Heaven knows my company would say that such time would be unexcused.

--the extremely depressed Weasel

Weasel's News Round-Up: Volume 2

Late Sunday Edition

All the news that's fit to bitch about!

All right, let's get this road on the show, shall we?

In our first story, Rep. John Murtha believes the massacre in an Iraqi town could hurt the US worse than Abu Ghraib. He's probably right. All I can say is, we have another El Mozote on our hands.

In other news Wal-Mart is trying to trademark the smiley face. I have two words for Wal-Mart: Fuck. You.

File this one under "Mission Accomplished, my ass": Iraqi athletes have been shot for wearing shorts. Yep, great job installing democracy there, Chimpo. High five!

Big Brother is watching you. But, it's for the children! Won't you please think of the children?! Yeah, right. Kiss my ass, Gonzales.

So much for moving to Canada. I guess they're no longer the bastion of tolerance that I had once believed, at least not when it comes to gays. Pity. They've got no one to blame but themselves. I hear Denmark is nice this time of year...

And people believe this rampaging idiot. Yeah, he leg pressed 2,000 lbs. Sure he did. I'll believe him when he testicle-presses 2,500 lbs. Maybe that will shut his hole. And give him a great singing voice.

If you thought your PC sucked balls, then check this shit. Well, I don't see my old Compaq on the list, so I am forced to assume it is incomplete. (Though they are dead on about AOhelL.)

According to Michael Bay, the now infamous script that has most Transformer fans in an uproar is over four months old. Good. Anything that lessens the appearance of a mute Bumblebee is great in my book. (Now if only Bay would come out and say that yes, Bumblebee will talk in the movie....!)

Speaking of my favorite mini-bot, the Transformers Collectors Club newsletter has revealed what Bumblebee will look like in the up-coming Transformers Classics line. All I can say is this: I can't fucking wait until November. I will be buying twelve of him! :)

And that'll wrap things up until next time. Until then, this is your anchor-ferret, the Weasel, signing off.

Okay, Now I'm Pissed...!

Fucking Senate.

At least Feingold has balls. If he campaigns for President, I will vote for him in a second.

--Weasel, "Let's all try for a ban against stupidity. Think that'll pass Congress?"

Random Thoughts Ver 2

This sucks.

I'll be heading to St. Paul, Minnesota tomorrow and what the hell happens? I wake up with a fricking sore throat today. A three day weekend and I'm coming down with something! I would scream, but it would make my throat feel worse. Which brings me to a sore (ha, ha) point: if you, your child or a your loved one is sick, don't freaking shop. The cashiers don't want your damned germs! And for God's sake, don't let your sick child drool on merchandise and then hand the sticky mess to us. It's frigging disgusting. I mean, would you want to write out your check with a saliva-coated pen? Didn't think so.

But enough about that. It's time for:

Weasel's Random Thoughts Ver 2

*According to a recent poll conducted by my local paper, 35% of Northeastern Wisconsin residents have a problem with the NSA looking at their phone records. A whopping 65% do not. To the 65% who don't give a crap about privacy: would it piss you off it was an advertising agency looking at your phone records? What the hell is wrong with you?

*I'm currently reading Dan Brown's The DaVinci Code. It's an interesting read, nothing earth-shattering (most of the historical facts about the Church I already knew) but it's fun. I'm half-tempted to buy a ticket to see the movie just to piss off the Religious Right.

*A local teacher who worked in a Catholic school was recently fired. Why? She conceived a child using in-vitro fertilization, which the Church opposes. Reactions have been mixed; some people support the fired teacher, others siding with the Church. One Church supporter was glad that they stuck with their morals. I'm glad, too. Maybe this will make people realize just how much of a festering pile of excrement this entire situation has become. (I guess the Catholic Church really isn't pro-life after all.)

*The Senate voted to make English our national language. Great idea.... if it applies to our natural-born citizens. God knows, W sure as hell isn't speaking our "national language".

*X-Men 3 comes out on the 26th of this month. I don't know who's more stoked, me or Prime.

*The shit hit the fan recently regarding the up-coming Transformers live action movie. According the Allspark, a guy by the name of Nelsons just let some "insider info" slip. The resulting "revelations" caused on uproar among the fans. Case in point:

Bumblebee is mute because his vocal chords have been damaged in battle.

When I heard that, I near crapped my pants in rage. But there's still more; the fans questioned, Michael Bay answered. I'm hoping for the best.

And that's all for today. Tune in next time when I bitch about more random crap.

--Weasel, already getting sick and tired of the taste of fricking Halls cough drops....

Score One for Intelligence

It seems schoolchildren in Georgia can keep reading Harry Potter. The school board will not remove the books. Thank Primus there are some intelligent people out there.

Unfortunately, little Miss Idiot can't keep her fool trap shut:

"I want to protect children from evil, not fill their minds with it" Mallory said at the hearing. "The 'Harry Potter' books teach children and adults that witchcraft is OK for children."

Please shut the fuck up, lady. You are committing a public display of stupidity. Too bad you cannot be jailed for it.

However, not everyone is so sane.

Yes, you are reading that correctly: censorship of children's books is on the rise. The biggest offender? So-called "occult" or "satanic" themes.

Concerns about perceived occult, satanic and anti-Christian themes drove many incidences of censorship, he said. "That issue is more prominent now than it was 12 years ago," he said. "We seem to be following a lot of American trends."

I don't hear Ms Mallory bemoaning about the anti-Pagan bias that many Wiccans, Pagans and Goddess worshippers have to live with on a daily basis. Oh, no, no, no, no. It's only them good, God fearing christian folk who have to worry about being "oppressed".

Yeah, right. Who's really being oppressed here?

--Weasel, thinking Ms. Mallory needs to cry herself a river, build a damn bridge and get the fuck over it.

Monitor My Calls...

...please.

It seems the government hasn't only been listening in on the private sector. They've been listening to the media. The scary thing?

Under Bush Administration guidelines, it is not considered illegal for the government to keep track of numbers dialed by phone customers.

Guess ol' Bushie-poo's gonna know how many times you called your sweet, grey-haired granny. Let's just hope she doesn't live overseas...

--Weasel, "Whatever happened to 'This phone call could be monitored for customer service...'?"

Awwwww!! How Cuuuuuuuuuuute!!

Took a Poke-quiz. Here's the result:



I didn't know I was that cute!

--Weasel, who can't help but wonder which Autobot she would be.....

Hypocrisy? Or Stupidity?

You decide.

I'm often floored by the complete and utter idiocy of some members of our species; I know they don't mean to act so stupidly (they can't help it, really) but I still can't help but find their behavior... well, insane. Case in point:

A couple of days ago, Prime and I decided to hit the new Best Buy near my place of employment. As we pull into the nearest open parking space, my blood pressure immediately goes up about fifty points. We were parked behind a truck that was obviously owned by a neo-con; the bumper stickers proved it. On the left side of this brain trust's vehicle was a bumper sticker sniping, "It's easy to be 'pro-life' when you're not the one being killed," (the "ll"s in killed were footprints) while on the right side, s/he trumpeted, "Real heroes wear camo. Support our troops."

Um, what?

Why on earth would you dare whimper about the "poor, poor fetuses" when there are living, breathing people dying in an unjust war being waged in a foreign country? Why fight so hard to save something that, at its earliest stage, lacks a fucking spine and brain, while you're hellbent on sending someone's son or daughter to get shot at by a pissed off Sunni or Shiite? What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you even dare to claim to be "pro-life"?

It's brutally apparent that you are not. Or, you're pro-life only at leisure.

--Weasel, who wants a bumper sticker that says, "Pro-war? You can't be pro-life."

And the Nation Rapidly Becomes Stupider...

...and there seems to be no end in sight.

Case in point:
Retarded Southern female wants to ban Harry Potter books in a Georgia elementary school district.

Worse still, the in-bred hick bitch hasn't even read the fucking books.

What could be worse than that? The dumb bitch defends her ignorance! For example:

"I think it would be hypocritical for me to read all the books, honestly. I don't agree with what's in them. I don't have to read an entire pornographic magazine to know it's obscene," Mallory said.

Yeah, and I don't have to talk to you to know that you're a load your mother should have swallowed. Too bad she didn't.

Apparently the stupid bitch thinks that kids'll get into the occult by reading these books. Okay, first off kids are not getting into Satanism because of dear old Harry and second kids cannot cast any "spells" from the books! We've been through this bullshit before. But it never seems to end: there are people who believe this vapid bitch.

“I’m a true example of how Harry Potter books can open your life to witchcraft,” said Jordan Susch.

No, you are not. You are a kid who is screwed-up in the head. You need mental help. Therapy could probably help you. But you won't get any. You're just going to sit on your ass and blame a piece of fiction for all your life's problems instead of getting up off said ass and taking responsibility for yourself.

“We wanted to know if spells, potions and curses worked. By the seventh grade, I was so depressed, I set a date to kill myself,” Susch said.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Let's have some fun with that, shall we? Sub in 'math text book" instead of "Harry Potter" and you'd get this:
"We wanted to know if algorithms, theorems and equations worked. By the seventh grade, I was so depressed, I set a date to kill myself," Susch said.

Sounds pretty ridiculous, doesn't it?

But wait, there's more!

Let's try using a science text. We'd get something like this:
"We wanted to know if neutrinos, quarks and isotopes worked. By the seventh grade, I was so depressed, I set a date to kill myself," Susch said.

I could go on, but you get the idea.

But the situation isn't totally hopeless, there are a few intelligent people out there, thank Primus.

We also give kids a little credit in knowing the difference between fact and fiction. We find it interesting that while she's wild about Harry, she suggests replacing the Potter books with the "Left Behind" series. Her appeal form doesn't indicate whether she's read those publications. But for those not familiar with the Tim LaHaye books, imagine this, taken from the "Left Behind" Web site: "Passengers aboard a Boeing 747 en route to Europe disappear. Instantly. Nothing remains except their rumpled piles of clothes. Vehicles, suddenly unmanned, careen out of control. People are terror-stricken as loved ones vanish before their eyes. For those left behind, the apocalypse has just begun." Frightening stuff. Give us a good-ole Bat Boggey Curse any day.

--Weasel, "Can I get an 'Amen, brother'?!"

Breaking the Girl

(My apologies to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.)

Yes, it's been a while since I've posted. It's not for lack of interest, I just haven't had the time or the energy. I'm still dealing with the move (good Gods, we have a bunch of crap!) and my work schedule has made it extremely difficult for me to try and update.

Put it this way: I spend about 10 hours at work a day (at least an hour of which before I'm even scheduled to start), only to go home and start all over again. I literally have no time to relax or unwind. Worse still, my days off are split; I don't have two days off in a row. Needless to say, I am so bone tired that I do not have the fortitude to even roll out of bed in the morning. And I have no idea how much longer this will be going on. My blog is suffering, I'm suffering; to put it nicely, life fucking sucks for me right now.

But, enough whining from me. Here's my chuckle for the week (file it under "P" for pwned!): Ann Coulter is officially an "it" by her own non-admission. Normally, I wouldn't even care about something like this.... but this is Ann Coulter. The "woman" with an Adam's Apple. I don't know about you, but this is just too damned funny. Once you get over the initial shock and stop vomiting, it's hilarious.

--Weasel, "That 'woman' ain't right..."

Random Thoughts Ver 1

I'll make this brief, mostly because I have to: yes, I am still alive and kicking. I have been extremely busy thanks to the move. Prime and I are still going through boxes, setting things up, what have you. It's been tedious and very time-consuming. Factor in the difficulties at work, like the consistently shitty scheduling I've been getting (which has put a huge cramp in my efforts get transferred out of that hellhole) and I barely have time to do much of anything. But enough bitching. For your reading pleasure, I present a few

Random Thoughts

*Cats hate moving. Cats also hate rides in the car. My cat, Sammy, made both of these points very clear on his trip to the new house. It took a few hours to regain my hearing after we got him here.

*Head honcho S is a bigger bitch than I had imagined. She proceeded to yell at one of my fellow cashiers for not bagging for a customer. This cashier was on self-check; we are not allowed to touch a customer's order unless they ask us. Way to go, S, you shrewish bitch.

*The hellhole has a sudden lack of cashiers nowadays. The reason? The newbies got pissed and quit.

*File this under "Open Mouth, Insert Hoof": we had a lost kid at the front lanes about a week ago. He looked to be about three or four years old and was about five seconds away from screaming his head off, until he spotted the candy rack. He grabbed a lollipop and started eating it. Normally, this would irritate me, but it helped to keep the kid from panicking until one of his older brothers found him. The Sow saw what was going on. Her only response? "He didn't pay for that piece of candy." (In the kid's defense, his parents paid for it later.) One of the cashiers who overheard the Sow's snarky little comment said she wanted to "slap the hell" out of old Piggy.

*The Piglets have dwindled in numbers. Because of the Sow's wonderful "personality", a lot of her defenders want nothing to do with her. I can hardly blame them.

*Prime and I have now have broadband. What in Primus' name did we do without it?

*According to rumors, Weird Al is working on a new album. I can hardly wait. :)

*Dairycon, our little Wisconsin Transformers get together, is next Saturday. Hope it'll tide me over until BotCon.

*On April 22nd, Cartoon Network will remove Transformers:Cybertron from its Toonami line-up. Just another reason to shit-can CN.

*Pokemon Journey Across America will hit near my area twice: May 20th in St. Paul, Minnesota and Chicago, Illinois the 27th. I hope to make it there.

*According to Headline News, the Dragon Skin body armor that soldiers have been buying to protect themselves is "inferior". The stuff the government is handing out is the "better quality" armor. So much for the liberal media.

Well, that's all the time I have today. If I'm lucky, I'll post again in another week or so.

--Weasel, "Moving is just so awesome."

An Update

Yes, I haven't posted in a while. I just have not had the time. Blame the move.

It has been quite interesting over the past couple of weeks. It seems S is a bigger bitch than I had originally thought.

One of my friends, "A", told me her son "Z" had been fired from our store. The reason? Too many absences. When Z asked to see said absences, S just talked around the request. He asked three times. She ignored the request three times. He finally got pissed enough to yell, "Kiss my ass!" before leaving. (I would have loved to have seen that.)

S is also trying to get rid of all the minors we currently have working at our store. She doesn't want them around; they are too much of a pain in the ass in her opinion. And worse, if a minor fills out an application to work at our store, she'll ignore it unless they call and ask about it. When head cashier "K" mentioned she had interviewed a minor a few days ago, S absolutely exploded yelling, "NO MORE MINORS!!"

I have to wonder, isn't that a form of discrimination? Wonder if the labor board, or the media, for that matter, would be interested.

--Weasel, "It make for a good story."

Insert Random Swearing Here

Wallace and motherfucking Grommit get the Oscar for best animated picture. As usual, the "Academy" gives the award to a pile of shit and not the deserving film. Typical.

--Weasel, "Miyazaki was robbed, dammit."

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

It's ours!

It has been a pretty hectic couple of weeks, which is why I haven't posted in, uh, forever. But I have good news. And it has nothing to do with car insurance.

Prime and I got the house.

February 28th was quite a day. My writing hand got one helluva workout; we had to sign 2,894,367 different forms, and initial and date 1200 more. But once we were done with that, we officially became homeowners.

That was the good news. Now on to the work front, aka the really bad news.

Although the Sow has left me alone for the past couple of weeks (Thank Primus!!), head honcho cashier S has gotten more and more obnoxious. Case in point: I went to one of the February cashier meetings just before we closed on the house. (Normally, I say fuck the meetings, but since S threatened me with termination, I decided to play it safe this one time.) It was an interesting meeting, to say the very least.

Of course, it was the usual bitchfest and I've heard it all before: there have been too many left-behinds and S is tired of it. She said that she had tried "everything" to help us solve the problem, so she's going to start coaching us again. Worse still, we are now required to snitch on each other; if someone has a bag that's been left on the front end and they try to "hide" it, we're supposed to tell a head cashier. (Fuck that noise....) No more "gossiping" on the front end and for the love of the Gods watch what the hell you say in the breakroom. (Seems a few souls got "offended" by some things that were said by other associates. Awww, poor widdle thing. I'll go call the Waaah-bulance.) Don't do this or you'll get your ass in trouble, don't steal the company's time, (they're more than happy to steal mine, the sorry fucks) be careful of internet coupon fraud, etc. Then came the "Got any questions?" portion of the meeting. Here's where things really got good.

One of the newly hired cashiers wanted to know what we should say to people if they asked how our company treated us as employees. S said that the best thing to say was that we "chose" to work at our company and we were "proud to be employed" by our company. Then S went on a rant as to how we're biggest and "best" company out there and that's why we're a target for criticism. She then said that we would be making more headlines because the "pharmaceutical companies were going to force us to carry the morning-after pill".

Uh-huh. Riiiiiiiiiiight.

First off, it's the government that's telling our "wonderful" company to carry emergency contraception, if I recall correctly. But that's not the biggest thing that irked me. Our wonderful company "chose" to have a pharmacy. They made that "choice" themselves. If they didn't want to deal with the ramifications of that choice, then they should remove the damned pharmacy. "Choice" is a two-way street. They should fucking remember that. Morons.

After wasting 45 minutes of my life, I was allowed to return to work and finish my shift. Two days later, I run into S in the breakroom. She gets snippy with me, wondering if I "remembered" any of the four cashier meetings that were held in February.

(insert eye-roll here)

(Jeez, ya dumb bitch, you looked right at me! You watched me sign the damn notebook!) I simply smiled and said that I went to the second to last meeting. S then smiled and congratulated me.

I'm going to get my transfer in motion this week. And I'll be looking for a new job ASAP.

--Weasel, "I only stayed in that hellhole to get the house..... now that entire place can go fornicate itself with an iron stick."

The Snow (and Shit) Storm of the Century

We actually got a damn snowstorm here in Wisconsin. It was so bad today that people were being excused from work. I bit and lit out early. I really don't want to even be in that damned building anymore. With good reason.

Don't know if you guys remember, but I got a "D" or Decision-Making day back in May. Now, this isn't a huge deal when you get right down to it; a lot of associates have gotten D days before. Hells, one of the cart pushers has had three of them. He admitted as much. And laughed about it. Now a D day is supposed to drop off your record within the span of six months. After that six month period, you are supposed to go back to the original disciplinary chain: a verbal warning, a written warning, a D day and ultimately, termination.

Not so in my case, apparently.

Early last week the head of head cashiers, "S", threatened me. With termination. For a bullshit reason. (She said I was reading at the front lanes. Bullshit. Rearranging magazines and tabloids is not I repeat, not reading them.)

Now remember, she really cannot do this. It's been over six months. The D day has dropped off my record; everything has completely reset. If I were to get in trouble legitimately, I'd get a verbal warning, not termination.

It's pretty damned apparent that S just wants to get the hell rid of me. She's looking for some sort of b.s. reason to try and shove me out the door.

I say, "Good luck."

After 12 days, I am either going to transfer the fuck out of that hellhole (and into a newer, but closer, hellhole) or pound the pavement and get a new job. And I can't wait to see the look on S's face when I finally tell her that I quit or I'm transferring. I'm pretty sure she'll launch into one of those "We really don't want to lose you" speeches; I'll have to fight the urge to laugh in her face.

Pray that I succeed in repressing said urge.

--Weasel, "Mmmmm, new house smell! Better than new car smell!"

For Fuck's Sake...!

He's at it again.

Fred Phelps. Protesting the death of Coretta Scott King.

So, I ask you: is it wrong to wish for a tornado to tear through Phelps' backyard, wiping out him and his entire flock?

--Weasel, "Cause if that's wrong, then I don't wanna be right."

Time Off

It's a beautiful thing.

I'm on day two of a three day stretch; this feels absolutely wonderful. Just me, Prime, the cat and an assload of packing to do. Life just couldn't be better. :)

On top of all this great news, we finally got some fucking snow! Woohoo! (Yes, I love snow. So sue me.) It gets even better: the Sow has left me alone for the past few days. Yes, you read that right- she's been leaving me alone. The Sow's been so "nice" to me I almost hate the idea of transferring.... NOT! :D

In other news, we're going to have to go box hunting soon. We'll need quite a few more to pack up all of our stuff for the Big Move. Hee, a house. An honest to Primus house of our own! I'm so happy I could pee myself!

--the grinning and giddy Weasel

Dumbass Warnings Pt 1

As a cashier, I see a lot of idiotic (or "Anyone with functioning common sense would know not to do this") warnings on packages. Today's case in point- a warning on a box of cereal with a free bonus iron-on patch:

"Do not iron shirt while wearing."

--Weasel, "No, I am not making this up."

Weasel's Housewarming Gift List

Just for the hell of it, here's a list of things I'd like to get for the new house:

• A stepstool (cause I'm short!)
• Bookshelves, bookshelves, bookshelves
• Lamps
• Storage containers
• A new shower caddy (the old one is rusting out)
• A message center with mail holder and a key caddy
• A calendar message board
• A spoon rest (so the stove top can stay clean)
• A kitchen tool caddy
• A laundry caddy
• A decent hamper
• A laundry basket (the old one is falling apart)
• and finally three large garbage cans (two for recycling, one for trash).

This is in no way complete. I'll probably think up a few more lists in the meantime.

--one excited Weasel

Busy, Busy

Had the day off; Prime did as well. Been doing some cleaning today, while Prime's been packing away some of our collection. He's wondering if we'll be ready in time. I'm pretty damn sure we'll be fine.

We've already let the landlord know that we're leaving at the end of the month; Prime sent a written notice and I called him not 15 minutes ago. I hope he's not too pissed about us leaving. He didn't sound upset over the phone, but we'll be leaving another vacant apartment that he'll have to find a way to fill. I almost feel as if I'm letting the poor guy down, in some strange way.

I'm a little surprised to find that I'm a bit sad at the prospect of leaving this place. We've been here for about five years. No, that isn't terribly long (I spent 18 years total on that little piece of property in NC), but it's long enough to make the place feel kinda like home. Yet I'm excited as well. We'll be moving into a place that will be truly ours. We'll have an entire room for our collection. I'll have a room for my own personal use. (Finally, a room for magick and worship! Hee!) We'll have a nice living room.... and a nice kitchen/dining area! We'll be near the waterfront! (Within walking or biking distance, but not so close as to end up in our living room.) We'll be close to a library! And a pool! It's so exciting that I can hardly wait!

In other news, Brad Pitt really is a bit of a shallow SOB, Exxon is getting richer (who knew?), and finally Alito won the cloture vote.

--Weasel, "So much packing to do, so little time.... I guess...."

Twists and Turns

It's starting to really hit me: I'm buying a freaking house! Prime and I saw someone about a home loan on Friday; I swear to Gods I have never signed and dated so many forms in my life. No one has tried to contact us since then, which is a good thing. It means things are going smoothly. If someone did try to contact us, it would be because there's some sort of problem. So as of this moment, so far, so good. On the work front however, things are getting pretty interesting.

It seems I'm not the only one who has a problem with the Sow. One of the other cashiers, "T", is pregnant (not sure when she's due). T mentioned to one of the other cashiers that she hoped she wouldn't gain a lot of weight during her pregnancy. T said if she got as big as the Sow, she would "kill herself". What T didn't know is she was talking to one of the Sow's many friends, or Piglets as I call them. The Piglet made a full report to the Sow and it seems T got into a shitload of trouble over her comments, as in she got some sort of management coaching. But that's not the half of it.

Apparently, a group of cashiers was sitting at one of the tables in the breakroom. Someone piped up that they thought the Sow was a bitch. A couple of people agreed. The entire group (we're talking anywhere from five to seven people) was hauled into Ad office and given a stern warning. It appears a Piglet over-heard the conversation and tattled to our favorite female porcine. Yep, she's got little piggy ears all over the store.

This is why I no longer sit in the breakroom proper; I opt to eat my lunch in the old smoking lounge. Very few people sit there, so there's little to no chance of getting caught up in someone else's bullshit. Trust me, I know first hand just how bad the bullshit can be in the employee breakroom. However, I may have a way out.

One of our former associates who transferred to another store came by on Saturday. "S" is now working in fabrics and crafts. The store she transferred to happens to be in the same city as the new house. According to S, they are hurting for cashiers. She said I could do a lateral transfer and keep my current pay, but also get the hours that I want.

It's very tempting.

There is only one thing that is holding me back: we haven't closed on the house yet. The very second that ink is on the paper, though.....

--Weasel, trying to get out from under the Sow's little hooves.

Zero Hour

...is just a few hours away. 3:30pm. Surprisingly, I'm not all that nervous... yet.

In today's news: Chili finger redux! Seems a family says that their KFC was crawling with roaches. They want justice.... which will cost KFC anywhere from five thousand to one million dollars. I call 'bullshit' on this one.

Oh and Tom Cruise is a douche. I mean seriously, he is a fucking douche. Looks like someone forgot their "vitamins" today. Or maybe Tommy boy needs to get some exercise to help take care of his head problems. Douche.

--Weasel, praying for the best today

Update

Prime and I will be going for a home loan/mortgage this Friday at 3:30pm.

More news as this story develops.

--one nervous Weasel

The Only Constant

Change is the only constant, in life and in the universe. And in the last 24 hours, my life has changed...dramatically.

Prime and I just signed the paperwork to purchase a house, namely the one his mother has been trying to sell for the past few months.

We're going to close on the 28th of February.

I'm excited. I'm terrified.

I'm overjoyed. I'm overwhelmed.

I'm ecstatic. I'm petrified.

I can't wait to move in, to start decorating, to actually be a homeowner. It's the bills that could stand to wait. Ugh, and the moving....!

But, a house. A home. My home. Our home. Prime and me, buying a home, together.

It's so just overwhelming. And exciting.

--Weasel, still in shock