CNN blamed ‘human error’ for accidentally displaying a ‘mock-up’ layout of obituaries for several, still-alive famous people on their website Thursday. They had put that page up with the intentions of it being available only iinternally. Whoops! Figures. Stupid Communist News Network. [full story]
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At 7:40 this morning I was awaken by the ring of our phone. I did not go to bed until 4am last night so I was tired, tempted to let it go unanswered.
I caved.
Picked it up, mumbled something close to “Myeahh.”
It was for whomever used to have this phone number. (fuck, I hate it when the phone company just recycles old phone numbers!) The guy on the phone was way too perky for such an ungodly hour on Saturday. Said he was calling from Arby’s looking for so-and-so (some foriegn name I can’t pronounce (let alone recall). Said he had expected her at 7:30 and she had not showed up yet. My mouth hadn’t yet been awake for more than a few seconds, and I think I said something about the phone number situation. Then for some reason I distinctly remember telling him to “piss off” and then “have a good morming or whatever”.
Much later I awoke to start my day. Coffee was made. E-mail was checked. Normal Saturday activities Sheer laziness ensued.
It’s now 7:50 . Not much else has changed. Or moved.
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Equals free graphics with which to jazz up web site.
I just took a crapload of online quizzes, just to see what kind of crappy pictues the results would give me.
Guess you could say that along with my boredom, I just was too lazy and cheap to make & download my own graphics today.
So on with it.
1st quiz was a quasi-professional looking psycho analysis of some kind. I took it. It didn’t have any cool result picture. Nonetheless, it was an okay test.
Personality Disorder Test
Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Low Schizoid: Low Schizotypal: Moderate Antisocial: Moderate Borderline: Low Histrionic: Low Narcissistic: Moderate Avoidant: Low Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate
What a relief! I thought I was a psycho bitchfreak beast.
2nd quiz I found at relelentlessdivas.net, a quirky, fun, and even cute looking site. Unfortunately it’s run by an altogether too-fond-of-Sarah Michelle Gellar-flock of chickies. Upon my perusal, I found a boatload of quizzes beconing my mouse to click on. I took the How Horny Are You? test to see just indeed, how horny I was. The test turned out to be geared toward those to whom Fred Durst is a total hottie and sleepovers featuring our best classmates are still a normal thing to do. I don’t think they expected an engaged, somewhat conservative 30-year old female entrepeneur to take the quiz. But I did:
How Horny Are You?
Oh Yes! I’m SLUTishly HORNY!
How Horny Are You? Find out!
Then there’s the Which ‘Friend’ Are You? Which of course I enjoyed thoroughly because Friends is a fun show. Yes, I’m terrible. Here’s how this one went:
Which ‘Friend’ Are You? Find out!
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Then again, what else is new?
He’s nothing but a dimestore documentarian disguised as a ‘good guy amateur journalist’ who’s just saying what he thinks has to be said. Unfortunately, so many people who might otherwise have gotten to know better, ate up things he does which converted an entire mob into a leftist orgy that we’re now neck-deep in. They’ve elevated him to idol status!
Look! Even Hollywood has put up a shrine to this clown. Ugh. Not that I expect more of Hollwood, what with all the [more now than ever] idiotic celebs spewing their stupid guts all over the place about war.
(Yes I know that MM is not necessarily a politician but I put his fat ass in this category just ’cause.)
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Check it out folks, there’s some bathroom reading for ya: News about the recent Peacenik Poop Parade
Whoa…poop everywhere!
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Whoo Haa-
I’m baaaaack!
Okay, just to clue you all in as to what’s going on…my life is back on track, and in a neat order.
Somewhat.
I’m working. It’s work. Not a career. Work. It pays the bills and buys the creature comforts I require now and then.
James and I got us a place together in St. Paul. Just a place. A cute, little second floor apartment just a couple minutes from downtown.
Thanks for shopping at the ghetto, come again.
I’ve a hunch that our place is in the middle of one of the many ghetto-fabulous neighborhoods in the area. This was apparent when I waltzed into the nearby SuperAmerica store for a few things and could not help but notice four (4) surveilence cameras, one (1) police officer standing by the magazine rack and two (2) inches of plexiglass in front of the checkout counter between me and the cashier. I had to hold my purchases in front of the sheer crystalline fortress so that she could scan the barcodes with her scan gun and then thanked her through the hole in it. As I turn to leave, I find myself getting all but knocked on my ass by some dude who thinks he’s the bling king. What’s the big rush? Just to get his pack o’ Newports so he get his ‘smoke on’.
Also there is a foreign imports tuner shop directly across the street. The owner and his clientele frequently rev up their little souped-up and turbo-ed Hondas and make them speed loudly around the corner, resulting in noise that excites my testosterone-and-metal-crazed lover to no end. That sound is alot like a very loud, long, fart produced by someone suffering from a recent single-handed consumption of an entire White Castle Crave Case.
Sigh.
Right now we’re on a dial-up connection provided gratis, via Juno.com. Just for now, while awaiting DSL service from Visi, whom we have the highest expectations of since we’ve heard nothing but MARVELOUS things about from friends and neighbors.
Ah, anyway, let me go blow the dust off some more stuff. I’ll keep ya posted…
First entry after having just moved back to St. Paul.
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