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."

"..."

From Shakesville:

Marcel Marceau has passed on.

"Among those kids was maybe an Einstein, a Mozart, somebody who (would have) found a cancer drug," he told reporters in 2000. "That is why we have a great responsibility. Let us love one another."

Godspeed, Mr. Marceau. The world is a lonelier place without you.

Two Years? I Think I Can Wait that Long.

Transformers 2 is scheduled for summer 2009.

In two years, I will be able to get my geek on.... again! Woo woo!

--Weasel, admits she's a sad little geek.

How Do You Spell Migraine? W-O-R-K

It is official: I fucking hate self-checkout.

Once upon a time, it wasn't so bad. Sure there was the occasional glitch and the much more common idiot, but it was actually pretty pleasant. Hell, I didn't mind spending a day on there; it was quite relaxing.

Until two days ago.

Some management jackass decided we needed to re-install the scales beneath the bagging area. Those scales were removed several months ago because they sucked and caused more problems than they were worth.

Today was the first full day I've spent on the "new" self-checkouts. I wanted to rip my hair out and scream. If the item isn't the "proper" weight, the machine freezes. If the customer doesn't put the item in the bag fast enough, the machine freezes. If the a customer chooses "Skip Bagging" and puts the item in a bag, the machine freezes. If the customer slams the item in the bag, the machine freezes. If someone places a wallet in the bagging area, the machine freezes. If you look at the fucking self-checkout cross-eyed, the machine fucking freezes. The customers hate it, the associates hate it and I'm damn tempted to take a fucking sledgehammer to each and every one of those goddamned glitchy-ass machines.

Modern convenience my ass.

IMAX? More like IPISSED

So the IMAX version of Transformers hits theatres this Friday. I can't go. I have to work.

I have a few words to say about that, none of them nice. I'll have to wait a blasted week or so to actually see it. And considering this will be the only place I'll see the extra footage (supposedly), I'm pretty pissed that I'll have to wait.

Shit always seems to happen in the fall.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Linkage from God is for Suckers.

Go. Read. And shit your pants.

Image from LOL BOTS.

I Don't Feel a Damn Bit Safer

Found this little gem at God is for Suckers.
Starting October the first, they'll be watching us. Cue up Sting and that '80s song about stalking.

From the source:

Beginning in October 2007 the Department of Homeland Security will open a new office called the National Applications Office (NAO) charged with civil/domestic intelligence gathering. This new division of Homeland Security was conceived entirely by the Executive Branch, with no Congressional input, and will serve as a clearinghouse for requests to access the data provided by military spy satellites, with a resolution of inches, to view the territorial United States. During the hearing Charles Allen, Assistant Secretary for Intelligence & Analysis told Chairman Bennie Thompson that their legal and civil rights oversite concerns were misplaced. […] The plan is for the NAO to serve as a clearing house for law enforcement requests to access the spy satellite data upon NAO’s approval. That approval will be granted through inhouse review, with no Judicial oversite, and no explaination forth coming to the Committee as to what, exactly, the guidelines for approval would be. The legal staff of both Homeland Security and the NAO declined to attend the hearings, claiming, according to Chairman Thompson that they did not wish to appear on a panel that included the ACLU.

Boy, I feel safer already. Don't you?



Pic from LOL BOTS. Trust me, if it were Bumblebee watching over me, I'd feel a helluva lot safer.

And People Wonder Why I Moved

It wouldn't be because of this bullshit, would it? Nah.

Wow, way to go idiots. So much for the "liberal" educational system. Makes NC colleges look all warm and inviting, doesn't it? You know, there's a reason I called UNC-Wilmington UNC-Worthless.....

--Weasel, "What liberal educational system? I didn't know that even existed."

What in the Flying Shitfuck?!

From the "You Can't Make this Shit Up" files and found via Canadian Cynic:

Freddie Phelps' clan is set to picket Senator Craig.

From the mouth of the dear brain deficient asshole Reverend:

"Thank God for revealing a bit of truth about Sen. Larry Craig of Idaho; and, by a logical extension, about the United States Congress."

You know, Phelps, I would quit speaking for God. You may just piss him off. Royally.


Completely unsure where I found this pic. If I can ever find the exact URL, I will give credit.

Update from the Living Dead

I would have posted sooner, but I haven't felt up to it.

Truth be told, I've only really felt like sleeping. Eating? Forget about it. Been sick since Wednesday and am just now feeling somewhat human. (Hey, I can actually consume semi-solid food! The joy!)

Future updates will happen when I feel less like total ass. Until then, I retire.

--Weasel, "I'm sick of sleeping and tired of Jell-O. This sucks!"

I Pray to the Gods of Pop Culture that This be Bullshit

Seriously. What. The. Fuck?!

It's all rumor at this point, but Good Lord. This does not look good.

I Honestly Don't Know What to Say

Pavarotti is dead.

I'm shocked, honestly. I thouhgt he'd stay around a helluva lot longer.