Friday, May 28, 2010

Friday Photoblog: "What Are YOU Lookin' At?" Edition

The Bumblebee statue at BotCon 2009. He knows he's cute, trust me.
(He is so adorable. I would have taken him home and spoiled him rotten!)

Friday, May 21, 2010

Friday Photoblog: "Tourista" Edition

A scene from the streets of Providence, RI. From BotCon 2007.
(The wait for this year's 'Con is killing me!)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


The BotCon pre-reg forms went up today. Prime took care of us both. Apparently, I've been "volunteered" to attend the customization class on Wednesday.

This'll be interesting. I'm the same person who slices her fingers open with a butter knife. This ain't gonna be a freaking cakewalk. (To my friend Shawn: Sorry ya gotta put up with me. Blame Prime.)

Bring on June! I can't wait for the 'Con!!

--Weasel, "BotCon, here I come!"

Friday, May 14, 2010

Friday Photoblog: "Your Number's Up" Edition

Scoreboard/attendance at a 2007 Brewers game.
(A bad day at Miller Park is better than a good day at work, trust me.)

Friday Photoblog: "Dogpile" Edition

The dogs-in-law: Bella, Tinker, Leo and Sonic.
(These are the little twerps that try to suffocate me. They're cute, so I let 'em get away with it.)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Pain Redefined

(Click the title bar if you don't get the song ref.)
The last few days have not been great.

Well, last Friday didn't suck, Prime and I headed to the local movie theatre and caught Iron Man 2. It was awesome. Shit blew up. Tony Stark is the freaking man. And I think I'm slightly crushing on Nick Fury, Agent of SHIELD. I want to see it again. But life went straight to hell not long after that.

On Saturday that blasted problem with my left foot, that stupid damned tendon started acting up again. I was limping through most of my day at work. A couple of times while I was standing at the front lanes I wanted to simply start crying, the pain was getting that bad. (And here I thought I was getting better! Shows what the hell I know...) So I had to start sucking down the ibuprofen again to keep the pain at bay. Then came Sunday.

Sunday was just as bad if not worse. The pain came back with a vengeance. I was hobbling around again. Even worse, one of the heads had a stick up her ass and proceeded to ride every one's ass about it. (The reason? She got busted for not doing her damn job, so she took it out on all of us.) I won't name names (though you have no idea how damned tempted I am) but suffice to say she was being a royal bitch to damn near everyone. In my case, it's pretty much standard operating procedure; for whatever reason this chick does not like me at all. She's constantly on my ass about stupid bullshit.

But I noticed something that day: the pain in my foot got worse every time she was around me. It was the exact same story on Monday. The moment she opened her mouth to bitch me out, the tendon in my left foot started acting up.

When she left for the day, or I had a few minutes to write, there was no pain. None.

As of right now, I'm in no pain. My tendon is fine for the moment. And I'm about to hit 80,000 words on my magnum opus. But I have to head back to work tomorrow. I'm looking forward to that about as much as I'd look forward to a root canal.

I really hope I can sell a couple of books. I'd love to give those turds my two weeks notice. Or better yet, not show the hell up for a week. Nothing would make me happier.

--Weasel, "A girl can dream..."

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Are You Fucking Shitting Me?!

Really, Shakesville? This is what gets your fucking knickers in a twist? You're serious about this?

Grip: Get one. Seriously. And the "concern trolls" are absolutely right. But you won't read any of their words on the blog page; you have to hit DISQUS to read everything. Gotta love censorship.

janestclair84 · 1 day ago
Oh, for Chrissake.

The man was making a hokey joke about his pre-teen daughters squeeing over a band of pop stars, coincidentally a band that creates an uncomfortable dichotomy between their squeaky clean promise ring image and the none-too-subtle sexualization of their act and persona (foam cannons, really?) If anything, it's you are insisting on essentializing them as pawns of sexual politics, rather than the human father and daughters they in fact are.

I read here occasionally for a "wow, I never thought of that" sense of awareness about race and gender in society, but really- not everything is a battlefront on which your oh so enlightened worldview is assaulted. Get off the high horse, and get a grip on your ego and sense of self-righteousness.

Lot of truth in that statement. So much so that Liss couldn't handle it.

That's it. I'm done. I'm turning in my feminist card. I refuse to get tied up with that sort of bullshit anymore. I've got better ways to waste my time.

--Weasel, "I'm leaning more towards being a humanist anyways..."