As If Life Doesn't Suck Enough....

Ever gotten a "Dear John" letter from a credit card company? You know what I'm talking about; it's like a breakup letter but a helluva lot worse.

Well, I got one of those lovely "Dear John" letters today.

BotCon happens in the latter part of April, less than two months away, and now one of fucking credit cards is fucking dead.

Prime ripped it open and read it. I'm really glad I didn't because I've been in a funk all fucking night. We have practically no time until BotCon and one of goddamned cards is totally useless. I just want to cry.

But today didn't totally suck ass: Prime found a Rally Rocket Bumblebee at my Wal-Mart and we managed to grab some TF movie merchandise, mostly t-shirts. It helped perk my mood a bit (one of those shirts was a BB shirt) but I'm still pretty pissed off. Like "I wanna go on a fucking rampage" pissed off.

Yeah, kinda like that.
Pic stolen from here.

And Here I Thought "Madison" and "America" Were Bad...

The Ten Worst Baby Names of 2007.
Go. Read. Shake your head and wonder, "What the fuck?"

Link from here.

The Big List 'O Bigots

Okay, so why am I not on that list? I demand a recount!

Linkage found here.

--Weasel, "Hey, I'd be in great company: Being listed with Mitch Albom and the X-Men might help my writing career or my nerd cred."

Farewell, Dungeon Master

Gary Gygax, co-creator of Dungeons & Dragons, has died.

I have a lot of fond memories of playing D&D with my friends back in my high school and college days. All I can say is thanks for the memories, Gary. You'll be missed.

Fuck Humanity

What a great species we are:
Marines Investigate Puppy-Throwing Video.

Seriously, fuck humanity. I want off of this miserable rock. Now.

Link from The Culture Ghost.

My Heart Bleeds.... Oh Wait, It DOESN'T

Can someone explain to me why in the hell the Supreme Court is worried for Exxon? Yes, that Exxon, the one who fucked up royally in Alaska damn near twenty years ago and made $40 billion in 2006. It wouldn't be because the sorry bastards might actually have to own up and pay for the goddamned mistake they made in 1989, now would it?

.........

Hey Exxon? Do the right fucking thing for one and PAY THE GODDAMNED MONEY YOU FUCKING OWE!! You fucked up, now own up to that and take some fucking responsibility for once. Stop dragging your damned feet, grow up and take it like a fucking adult.

--Weasel, "It's been almost 20 years. These fuckers ought to owe Alaska a shitload of interest and fucking penalty fees."

How I Really Feel About the Academy Awards

Seriously, who gives a piss?

The dream started as all dreams do, a myriad of incoherent images tumbling about my mind. But then my mind focused on one image in particular: the image of a car...

He was a yellow Camaro, and an older model. '74? '76? Under the thick patina of road dirt which further dulled his faded paint, it was almost impossible to tell. He was alone and wandering and looking for something, something that was important to him.

And he had been looking for a very long time. But he refused to stop now. That something was just too important. He needed to find it.

I was looking, too. I was looking for him. And I was looking for that something.

By the time we had met, he had changed his form; he was still a Camaro, still yellow, but he had upgraded. He was now a 2010 model.

But I still knew him the moment I saw him. We said nothing; he opened his driver's side door and I simply got in. We were together now, searching for that something, that ever important something, utterly unknown but so overwhelming.

And so we traveled, down lonely highways and empty interstates, through towns and cities. That something hung over us, but it wasn't as important now; we knew together we would find it.

It was growing late, the sun was setting and stars were beginning to appear in the sky. We slipped past a desert cliff and I stared in wonder at the bright, silvery stars and shimmering clouds, and noticed how it all looked "more real than real".

And I realized that I should be afraid. I had seen things like this before. In the past they had terrified me. But I wasn't afraid. He was with me and I had no reason to fear.

His radio popped on and a song began to play. I felt happy. I felt at peace. Everything was fine. Nothing bad could ever happen to me here.

Ventura Highway in the sunshine

Where the days are longer

The nights are stronger than moonshine

You're gonna go I know

The shrill squawk of the alarm shattered it. The dream was gone, over. I couldn't go back, no matter how hard I tried. "No. I wanna go back. I was with Bumblebee,"I mumbled as I rolled over. But it was gone.

That was Wednesday morning. I can still remember that dream clearly. Usually my dreams fade away the moment I'm awake. This one hasn't.

Usually my dreams are incoherent. This one was clear.

And usually, when I see things that are "more real than real" in my dreams, I am fearful. I don't want to look at them; I want to look away. But this time was different. I wasn't afraid.

Perhaps it was just a dream. Perhaps it was something more. I'll likely never know.

I just wish I could go back. It felt safe there.

Well, That's Not Prime!

I'd like to take a moment and send a cyber "Get well soon" message to Garry Chalk, who was injured in a fall on February 5th.

"It's not going to be a freaking picnic, Garry is a force to contend with if you try to keep him down."

Get better soon, Bigbot.

For Prime

Happy Valentine's Day.

:facepalm:

What the hell is wrong with KansASS?

The Kansas State High School Activities Association said referees reported that Michelle Campbell was preparing to officiate at St. Mary's Academy near Topeka on Feb. 2 when a school official insisted that Campbell could not call the game.

The reason given, according to the referees: Campbell, as a woman, could not be put in a position of authority over boys because of the academy's beliefs.

Um, I'd like to see you guys tell those boys' mothers that.
Wow. Seriously, WOW.

"We view officials not as male or female, Hispanic or African-American or Asian-American. We view officials as officials," Musselman said. "Discrimination against our officials is something we can't be party to."

Treating people as people. Huh, what an amazing concept.

Link found at AMERICAblog.

It's 2008... Where the Hell Are Our Upgrades?!

As most of you may know, I had some wrist trouble back in October. It's feeling better, which is good, but now a different part of the body had decided to fall apart.

For the last three days, my left knee has felt stiff. You know, like you need to pop the joint and it'll feel better. Well, I've tried popping it for the past three days. It hasn't helped. It makes me long for the idea of a cybernetic upgrade.

Which leads to my main question: Where the hell are the cyborg bodies?

It's 2008. Shouldn't we have fully functional AI, flying cars, colonies on the moon and androids by now? Shouldn't I be able to drop this sorry, half-functioning meatbag for a nice, sleek robotic body that will last a few thousand years? What the hell guys? Where's my friggin' cyborg upgrade? Cause I really want one right now.

--Weasel, "Damn human bodies don't wanna last worth a crap. I think I'm the wrong damn species."

The Ultimate Revenge of the Return of Random Thoughts

Been busy as of late, so I haven't updated in a while. But now that I have the time, I'll give you:

Even More Completely Random Thoughts

* Customers are assholes. 'Nuff said.

* Tomorrow is the Super Bowl. I'll be working until 7, so I won't see the damn halftime show or the commercials. Those are the only things I give a crap about.

* I am already sick of selling beer. Every other customer had a frigging case of beer. And most don't want to show ID.

* We are out of driveway and sidewalk salt. People are pissed, but there's not a damn thing I could do about it. Amd hey, I'm out of salt myself! I'd like to frigging buy some too!

* April cannot come soon enough.

Worst. Quiz. Ever.

Which Character on The Simpsons Are You?

Created by BuddyTV

And here I thought I would end up as Lisa. Silly me. It seems to fit, though.

(Insert Groan Here)

Been feeling like crap for the past week; damn stomach has been acting up like a bitch.

Good gods I am tired of this. I'm sick of repressing the urge to puke, sick of swallowing Pepto, sick of sleeping until 2:30 PM on my days off, sick of feeling sick.

Great fucking start to the new year, no?

I Can't Tell if this is the Most Awesome Thing Ever or the Most Terrifying Thing Ever...

...in either case, I want it.

Clover's coming.
That is awesome beyond words..... and I'll have nightmares about it for years.

Since 2008 is 24 Years too Late...

Wish I could say that this bullshit surprises me, but it doesn't.
Oh Lord, Fire Divine, have mercy...
So why does National Intelligence Director Mike McConnell hate America and its freedoms?

Link originally found here.

In Other News...

So the Packers won today.
That means our local news will be nothing but football for the next three weeks.

......

Well, I guess it beats election coverage.

--Weasel, just lookin' at the bright side.

So Much for CNN

If you can stomach Larry King, you can watch "Dr." McBitchypants Laura tonight.

I think I'll "rot" my brain with a few more showings of Transform and Roll Out. If I enjoyed self-flagellation, I'd buy myself a scourge..... and use the fucker.

--Weasel, "So is anyone gonna ask her how 'proud' she is of her kid? Just wonderin'."

Scratching Out a Trade

I admit it; I'm addicted to GTS.

I love hitting Jubilife City, hopping on the GTS, and seeing what Pokémon are up for trade. You can find some pretty decent trades there, with a little luck. Last night was no exception.

For reasons unknown, I was checking out the Charmander offerings. One in particular caught my eye: a level 1 shiny male, being offered for a level 9 and under female Milotic. My heart skipped three beats. I had just bred my female Milotic the day before and had two level 1 female Feebases. If I could hurry, I figured I might be able to make it.

I jumped off GTS and hit my PC. I grabbed the first female Feebas I saw, my level 1 Chihiro and quickly saved. I had a few Dry Poffins in my Poffin Case, so I tried to level up Chihiro's Beauty right then and there. It didn't work; I was a few Poffins short of a Milotic. I soft-reset and after letting the game reload, I hit Hearthome.

I ran to the Poffin house and began making Poffins. Prime was already trying to doze off for the night, so I'm surprised he didn't tell me to keep it down since making Poffins requires you to "stir" the batter using your stylus on the DS's touchscreen. I scratched out six more Poffins, fed my Feebas every Dry Poffin in my case, tossed her a Rare Candy and waited. She leveled up....
and evolved.

I raced back to Jubilife and got back on GTS. I started searching for any male Charmander level 9 and under. Within a few moments, I found him: the level 1 shiny Charmander.

My heart was pounding when I chose "Trade for this Pokémon?". My heart then promptly rose into my throat when I saw the "Checking GTS Status" message. I've been screwed over a few times during that status check; I've gotten an error message, then booted back to the reception counter. By the time I can get back on, the Pokémon I wanted was traded away. You have no idea how badly that pisses me off. I was fearing it might happen again.

It didn't. The trade went through.
I now have a shiny Charmander.

My only complaint is I can't nickname him, but that's a small nitpick. I can hardly wait to level him up; shiny Charizard looks totally awesome.

I am the world's dorkiest dork.

-Weasel, "Hey Nintendo? Have ya considered making another Pokémon Box game? I'm runnin' outta room here!"