Freddie Got PWNED

No Fred, I don't feel a damn bit sorry for you.

A grieving father won a nearly $11 million verdict Wednesday against a fundamentalist Kansas church that pickets military funerals out of a belief that the war in Iraq is a punishment for the nation's tolerance of homosexuality.

You just got owned, man. Now deal with it.

Pic from here.

Say Good-bye, Asshole

Remember this sorry peice of fuck? (I know, I know: Who in the hell could forget?)
Well, payback's a bitch.

From the article:
Roy L. Pearson Jr., the administrative law judge who lost his $54 million lawsuit against a Northeast Washington dry cleaner, lost his job yesterday and was ordered to vacate his office, sources said.

Pearson, 57, who had served as a judge for two years, was up for a 10-year term at the Office of Administrative Hearings, but a judicial committee last week voted against reappointing him.

Man oh man, that's some funny shit! Now, we just need a little music and it'll be a party...

Ah, here we go!

A big "Thank you" to Shakesville for the wonderful news.

--Weasel, "Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord done split ya, assface."

WANT!

Holy. Fucking. SHIT.

I really want this car.

Seriously, I would baby this thing. He'd be loved/worshipped/adored as he properly should. Talk about a thing of true beauty.

--Weasel, "Yeah, I want this more than the Optimus Prime truck. Seriously, WOW."

The Son of the Return of the Revenge of Random Thoughts

We're nearing the end of the month, thank Primus. So I'm clearing out the cobwebs and for shits and giggles, posting another edition of

Random Thoughts

* After two and half (or was it three?) months of madding resets and numerous hours of swearing, I finally caught my shiny Azelf on October 26. I'm now camped out in front of Uxie, trying to do the exact same thing. I don't even want to think about Mesprit; the little bastard takes one look at you and runs. I hate hate hate runners!

* File this under "I (Kinda) Found What I was Looking For": I was looking for a strategy guide on my side of the bed last night and finally found my missing Game Boy Advance SP, complete with Pokémon Emerald cart. I'm pretty happy; my shiny Roselia and Tangela can be prepped for a transfer to Pearl and I can keep breeding for a shiny Vulpix. Whoo.

* Break out the Kevlar- Cheney's got a gun... again. I'm so glad I don't live in that area. (Many thanks to While Noise Insanity for the warning.)

* Call this "autumn cleaning", if you will- I went through my blog a few days ago and deleted quite a few posts that were going nowhere. Things are a bit more manageable, if you can call it that.

* Transformers was released on DVD a week and a half ago. Prime and I don't have all the store exclusive pack-ins that came with it, like the Blockbuster MP3 player. We may have to hit eBay for some of these, meaning we'll be battling scalpers at every twist and turn. I can hardly wait. =/

* A quick shout-out to my friend Shawn, who saved my ass by getting that Transformers sign. Thanks to you, October sucks a lot less. You are the man.

* It's that time of year again. The AC unit's going to have to go and we'll have to start running the heat soon. It's almost too chilly in the house, but I don't want to run the heat until I absolutely have to.

* November's almost here, which means no more of this suck-ass month. It will however, bring us closer to Chri$tma$, which will drive me totally insane in a different way- namely the 8,547 different versions of each and every known Chri$tma$ carol that will be piped in to my place of work. I really need an MP3 player.

And that has been another instalment of Weasel's Random Thoughts. Join us soon when I'll be clearing out even more cobwebs from the depths of my fractured brain. Until then, adieu.

Dan In Real Life

Today is Dan Gilvezan's birthday. I wish him nothing but the best.

Oh and please come to another BotCon, if you don't mind. Your fans really miss you. ;)

A Moment of Zen: F*cking Short Version

The Big Lebowski: Fucking Short Version

Not fucking safe for work, but you fucking knew that shit already.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Why Gawd, WHY?!
We've all heard about Dumbledore, right? How he's supposed to be gay?

Guess who had to weigh in?

None other than Laura Mallory.

Directly from the article:

In response to Dumbledore's outing, Mallory told ABC News that the Potter series has "an anti-Christian agenda," and, "this only further supports that."

"My prayer is that parents would wake up, that the subtle way this is presented as harmless fantasy would be exposed for what it really is -- a subtle indoctrination into anti-Christian values," said Mallory. "The kids are being introduced to a cult and witchcraft practices.

"A homosexual lifestyle is a harmful one," she added. "That's proven, medically."

For the love of Gawd, please go away! Your 15 microns of fame are over Mallory, we're bored with you. You are no longer relevant or funny.

Linkage from Slap Upside the Head. Many thanks.

--Weasel, "May this be the last post I ever make about Laura Mallory."

Well, My Ass is Totally Fucked

36%
--Weasel, "Hey, at least it ain't a zero percent chance."

This Month Keeps getting Better and Better and... Ah, Fuck It!

Prime just got home not 5 minutes ago. He rang the doorbell for me to come out and look at the car. I wish I hadn't: There's a ding on the driver's side.

Seems someone ran a stop sign and hit our car. Prime's fine (we drive a 20 year old tank; it's nicknamed Tankor, for pit's sake) but we'll have to deal with all the lovely bullshit that comes from reporting an accident.

Like I said, I fucking hate this month. Bring on November.

--Weasel, "All I wanna do is curl up with the DVD player and watch Transformers. Escapism might help relieve this bullshit."

Cautiously Optimistic... Or Not

I have good news and bad news. I'll go with the good news first:

Remember the sign that was pitched out on me about a week ago? Well, a friend of mine who happens to take a lot of road trips, found one. He managed to save it for me.

I got it two nights ago. I'm still pretty giddy over this.

Now for the bad news:

Two days before that, Prime was sitting in front of the computer when we both heard an odd noise, much like a metallic humming. Prime thought it came from the PC.

I freaked.
It seems that one of the signs that your hard drive may decide to shit itself and die is weird noises.

Prime's been burning everything to CD-ROMS, trying to back this old bitch up. Everything seems fine for now, but Primus only knows what may happen in the next few days. If we're lucky, it's nothing. If not, well... I won't be updating the blog regularly, I'll say that much.

God, I hate October. The bad almost always outweighs the good.

This Is the Funniest Shit I've Ever Read!

Seriously, this is motherfucking hilarious! You have got to read this shit!

First, don't buy your child a Nintendo DS (Devil Screen)! It's eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil! And, don't let your kids watch anime! They'll become perverted axe murderers!

I'm about to fall over laughing here. Does Jack Chick work for this wanker?

Pic is from The Far Side. I have no idea where I found it and saved it.

Apparently, the Month of October Turns Me into an Emo Bitch

I've noticed a pattern over the past few years: My mood goes completely to hell come October.

Nothing good has ever happen to me during this month. I mean that. Absolutely nothing.

I know for a fact that I'm driving Prime nuts with my shitty attitude (I'm sorry about that, btw) and I'm driving myself crazy as well.

I can't wait for this damn month to fucking end. I swear to God, I should throw a damn party the first of November.

--Weasel, "No, I'm not dying my hair black or any of that bullshit. I'm not that far gone yet."

A Moment of Zen: Epic Style

300: PG Version



FROSTING!!

Holy. Mother. Trucker.

Seriously, I want this damn truck. Talk about a thing of beauty.

(And yes, Prime and I would drive him BotCon every year, if possible. The looks on people's faces would be awesome.)

--Weasel, really wishes she had the cash for this. Seriously, damn.

Worst. Day. Ever.

Well, today Transformers was released on DVD and HD-DVD. Where I work, we had a sign near our entrance and exit advertising the movie. The DVD/Electronics vendor promised me that I could have that sign when he took it down, which was today.

It was in the back when I was on my breaks. Everything seemed to be going okay. Then I get off the clock.

I can't find the damn thing. Someone pitched in the baler. It's gone.

To say I'm pissed off is putting it mildly. The artwork featured headshots of Optimus Prime, Megatron and Bumblebee. Had it only had Optimus and Megatron, I would just be a little upset. But it featured Bumblebee. And everyone who knows me knows just how much I love that little Autobot.

To whoever pitched that sign, I give you this: A gigantic FUCK YOU!

Pull this bullshit again and I'll sic one of my best friends on your lousy ass.... and he's a helluva lot less nicer than I am. (Got an itchy trigger finger, too.)

Do yourself a favor: Don't piss him (or me) off again, 'kay?

--Weasel, "It wasn't trash, you moron! Somebody wanted to keep that ad!"

Top pic: from LOL BOTS.

Bottom pic: I have no idea where I got this image. If I can dig up the link, I'll credit it. Until then, it'll have to go uncredited.

The Phone Call of a Lifetime

So last night, after Prime and I had just finished dinner, we got a phone call. Prime insists that I should answer the phone. So I did. I wasn't expecting to hear that voice speaking to me.

It was Optimus Prime.
I got a phone call from Optimus Prime.

Apparently, this is a promo that's being run in conjunction with the DVD release of Transformers, but it is a damn cool one, I will admit. (My heart skipped a beat and my stomach tied itself in knots when I heard that voice!)

So, if you happen to know any Transformer fans, go ahead and give 'em a little message. They'll appreciate it. Hey, I sure as heck did! (It made my night!)

--Weasel, who won't be touching her DS for a while... Optimus Prime's orders. :)

At Fucking Last

Took my ass long enough. Now it better the hell stay at "R" or I'm going to be fucking pissed.

--Weasel, "Wonder if I can crack NC-17?"

Obsessional Neurosis

(Brownie points to anyone who gets the title.)

I have been on a writing tear from hell. Case in point: I bought a brand new composition book at work. I've already used about 20 sheets from that 100 sheet notebook. That's what, about a fifth of the damn thing? I haven't had a tear like this for a very long time.

And I am loving every second of it.

Every free moment I get I am in that notebook, happily scribbling away. Whether I'm at home or on a break at work, I'm writing. Although I'm basically just writing scenes (which are completely out of order), I haven't felt this good for a long time. I can't help but find it odd, because most of what I've written is pretty damn depressing. And my sore left wrist is complicating matters. (Ever tried holding open a notebook while wearing a wrist stabilizer? It ain't easy!)

I should probably make a habit out of this. I wouldn't mind actually cobbling together a manuscript so I could have Prime edit the living hell out of it in the hope of selling it. I'd enjoy that work a helluva lot more than what I'm doing now. (I'll bet it pays better, too.)

Well, I'm off to do a little more writing. Wish me luck.

--Weasel, "It'd be nice to get paid for what I really love to do and no, I don't mean bitch and moan."