What to blog…

I’ve mentioned  before that I don’t really do blogs. I get a fair amount of writer’s block when trying to blog.

However, I looked at the clock a few minutes ago, and thought: I need to blog. [note: as of writing this my clock says 3:57]  I’m blogging out of obligation again. I don’t  have writer’s block right now, so we’ll see how this goes.

1. Brontosaurus

[typing resumed at 2:49 pm after falling sleep, forgetting about this blog entry then returning]

I remember back when Brontosaurus was still considered a legit dinosaur. You guys remember that? Remember how they told us that there was some sort of mistake putting together the skeleton and the dinosaur we knew and loved as Brontosaurus actually never existed? I remember that. I don’t remember how old I was at the time, but I do remember being pretty traumatized. That little revelation shook my whole world. It was the equivalent of telling me Santa wasn’t real. I was actually never taught that Santa was real to begin with, (I never believed in him either, although I wanted to) but I understand it can be upsetting to tell that to children who believe in Santa.

Back to the point, I was pretty upset. I thought that Brontosaurus was really cool. The whole ‘Brontosaurus not real’ thing really threw me. Getting over it took… actually I never really got over it so much as ignored the paleontologists and kept on believing in Brontosaurus anyway.

Come to think of it, I was probably under the age of ten at the time, which is probably why I remember feeling upset and protective for a while afterwards when playing with my little Brontosaurus toys.

2. Pluto

The whole deal with Pluto was similar to what happened to Brontosaurus (or, at least they connect somewhere in my head) When Pluto was demoted I remember feeling sad, and for some reason, hurt. I was no where near as upset as I was after the Brontosaurus deal, though.

I still feel little sorry for Pluto. I know it’s not sentient, and if it was it probably wouldn’t care too much about whether the people on a planet millions of miles away categorize it as a planet or a dwarf planet, but I still feel bad. (Not really bad, but I grew up with Pluto being a planet, and Pluto not being a planet messed with my reality a tad)

3. Third thing to blog about

This could be anything really. I had a brief, fleeting idea about what I would write here, but I lost it. I then got very distracted in the process of trying to find it and forgot what I was doing in the first place. I might blog about Facebook games or something, (I do those now) but maybe not. I don’t really think the internet community, (A.k.a you, whoever you are) really give a damn about my Facebook gaming habits. Then again, maybe you do. I however, have no way of knowing. I think though, that I will type about Facebook gaming. You don’t have to read this, but I have to type it, so I might as well pick a topic that’s relevant to me. (as in not writer’s block inducing)

I’m currently playing quite a few Facebook games. I mostly find them to be a waste of time, but for some reason the allure of leveling up is too great for me to stop. A couple of them require you to check up on things in game. (properties, cooking, etc.)  I’m currently playing one right now, and had to check on something a couple of seconds ago. That particular game has me hooked because I’m trying to level up enough to beat a friend. My friend does not know I am trying to beat them. My reason for trying to beat this friend at a flash in-browser game is pathetic. (I know you probably don’t care, but I’ll just say it anyway) They’re better than me at many things in real life and on the internet. (Do not try to understand how they can be better than me at things on the internet) I’m trying to beat them at this game for this reason. I want to be better for once. This also applies to three other games I’m playing, one of which is Mafia Wars.

My friend is level 102 in Mafia Wars. I’m level 21. I have a mild inferiority complex about this. The result is that I try to level up like mad every time I’m on Mafia Wars. (which is a lot) I’m also trying to level up like mad in Vampire wars, but that’s a case of trying to beat myself. I’m level 13 in Vampire wars at the moment, and my time playing that game is split between trying to level up, and try to raise my skill ranking. This is the problem with Facebook games for me. (Or any game where you can level up) It’s especially true because Facebook games are so easy to play. It’s not like, say Ninja Gaiden, where you need to learn how to use skills, and then not die, or Halo, which is similar, except I find that playing on Xbox Live is especially brutal because of it. (But, I’m a noob, so what do I know)

I find Halo frustrating. I die a lot. I find Ninja Gaiden to be easy by comparison; (I die a lot, but I’m more used to the game format)

Would you look at that. I’ve gone off topic.

To be fair to my lack of an organized thought process, Halo and Ninja Gaiden are far more interesting than any Facebook games. I never blog about them because I don’t get to play them a lot, due to various Irl responsibilities, and other places on the internet. The internet is the biggest time suck there is, except for tv. Sometimes. Actually, the internet wins by a mile.

I need to end this entry because it’s getting to long, so I will.

…Once I think of an ending.  I suppose a good one would be something like the ending of every Late Late Show.

What did we learn on the blog this time Diyhades?

I dunno. You probably learned that I can go on and on about nothing at all, and that my username does not work for the Late late show ending song.

Join us next time for: More of the Same. Also, possible randomness

American psycho

I just finished watching that movie again. I don’t think I saw it all the way through the first time, and I didn’t see it all the way through this time. If you’ve seen the movie you know all about what I’m gonna talk/type about. If you haven’t, spoilers follow. You have been warned.

What gets me is that all the people of his (Patrick’s) status in society seem to ignore or just not notice his murderous tendencies. Plus, some people (to their own benefit I’m assuming) cover up his crimes. No one below his level in society does that that though. The hooker screams and runs. The cop tries to investigate him. Everyone else just ignores his comments (and occasional confessions) and goes on with their lives. I don’t know how any of this goes down in the book. I wish I did. The first time I saw the movie I watched it because Christian Bale was in it and I hadn’t seen any movies he’d been in besides Batman Begins.(I had other reasons as well but those aren’t important) Anyway, I meant to not watch it, (I don’t like watching movies before I read the books they’re based on) but it was too damn interesting. Yuppie goes crazy and kills people in horrible ways? See also, things that get my attention.

On an unrelated tangent, where did Beyonce get those thigh high boots she was wearing in the sweet dreams vid? I watching right now (sort of) so I’m wondering. Now it’s over. I know it’s not the boots that get people’s attention in that vid. (If you’ve seen it you know too) The gold suit does make me wonder, but Gaga wears something similar in her Paparazzi vid and Gaga has people who makes these things for her, so I assume Beyonce got her suit through similar channels. All the same that’s pretty much the worst example of someone wearing the same outfit I’ve ever seen, but back to my point. I never see boots that high up these days. I have to wonder were she got them. (I’m a fan of boots in general; high ones especially) I know how Beyonce got her body, (apparently she works out for four hours every day) but the boots perplex me.

New unrelated tangent. (Actually, this  tangent might turn out to be related) Why don’t they play more reruns of interesting shows during the wee hours of the morning? It’s just  annoying to be up 4am and not able to find stuff to watch. (I know my sleep schedule isn’t taken into account when they make the tv schedule, I’m just saying).

I’m behind on tv. All I watch of anything is reruns. Reruns and commercials. On mute. I’ve noticed that watching Mad Men on mute makes it seem like everyone is cheating on someone with someone else, or are just being played. It’s very fun, but confusing.

I know this entry is unbelievably random, and very disorganized, but I am not going to change it. Maybe next time I’ll make sense.

I’m back, I guess…

I haven’t wanted to be here for a while.  Blogging ain’t really my deal. I blog about inane nonsense mostly, and the rest of the time I can’t think of inane nonsense to blog about. I guess I owe the internet an apology for having a blog and not blogging, but I don’t think anyone cares. Even if people read this, I don’t think my blog is particularly interesting. Oh well. Sorry, internet people.

Yesterday, (previously earlier tonight, now yesterday) I saw something on the youtube that made me happy. Happier than it should have made me, probably. “What did you see”, you ask. (You didn’t, but prepare to be told) I saw the pinball counting animation from sesame street. For the number twelve. Like I said, it made me happier than it should have. I was also reminded of my five year old life goals, one of which was to have a rubber ducky just like Ernie.

Moving on, life is the same, except I now have unfettered access to the internet. This is bad for me. Problem is, I get so distracted by it that I never get anything done. (like now) I’ve got some things I’m supposed to be doing right now, but because of the internet I’m now distracted. It’s not like I did any better when I had limited internet access though. My mind wanders, sometimes without my permission, sometimes by my orders. Life is annoying sometimes.

I’m thinking about reorganizing my playlist. It’s not out of order exactly, but the order it’s in annoys me. It used to be that I could listen to the whole thing from beginning to end without a problem. I just added new songs to it, though. So right now my problem is putting it in order so that that each song follows the one before it and doesn’t throw me off my groove. (Fallout Boy following Disturbed anyone?)

I have too much time on my hands, none of which I use constructively. Example: [Link]

Only click the link if you can afford to lose ten hours. It’s to a Tvtropes page I was reading. I don’t know how it does it, but that site is addictive. More addictive than pistachios. (The previous sentence is quote from something, so comment if you know what)  I have work to do, so I’m going to stop typing. Hopefully I won’t actually end up rearranging my playlist today. I’ll lose hours doing that mess.

I’m feeling oddly guilty….

Because I haven’t posted anything in a bit.

I know that it’s not like I have regular readers or anything, and that I have disappointed absolutely no one by not posting anything, but I still feel bad. I think it’s the existence of the blog itself that is having this effect. The blog feels neglected and so is guilt-tripping me into posting something.

I don’t have anything more to say than usual, so I suppose I’ll blog about my weekend, which (for me) begins on friday.

Friday

Didn’t do much. Nothing eventful occurred. Mostly I just did some housework (vacuuming) avoided some housework (sweeping) and lay about being generally useless. I even went to bed early.

Saturday

Got up early (7am) laid siege to the internet and held it captive until 11pm. Inbetween bouts of reading other people’s blogs, reading wikipedia, and wishing I hadn’t gotten up so early (it’s amazing the amount of things people always need to do near you when you don’t want them around, not to mention the things they want you to do)  and marveling at how much more time there is in the day when I wake up before 2pm, I was forced to cook.(sort of) I had to make dumplings, to go in soup. I didn’t want to, not right then anyway, but it couldn’t be helped. Apparently if I sleep until 2pm (or 4 as I sometimes do) I am exempt from dumpling making duty. However if I make the mistake of being awake and being seen by the general population of the house, I must make dumplings.

At 11pm I tried to maintain enough concentration to exercise. I failed, mostly. I ended up instead, exercising sporadically throughout the night between the hours of 11pm and 5:30am (during commercials on the adult swim lineup). I didn’t watch much tv after 5:30 because I don’t much care for Inuyasha (the character, or the show). Instead, I flipped to Toon West and watched Code Geass again. I then went downstairs, played with the internet for two hours, and went to sleep.

Sunday

Nothing happened.

All right, that’s not true. Truth is, there were donuts at church. I ate three. It was the pastor’s birthday, so the sunday school decorated two cakes for him. I had a piece even though it was chocolate, because the children, who I understand completely, had covered the cake in white icing and candies. The candy was delicious. It was sweet in that way only children(and grown-ups with sugar addictions) can truly appreciate.  The cake was covered in the candy and sprinkles. I was quite pleased they let let the children decorate. Adults are too conservative when it comes to sugar.

Monday doesn’t count as the weekend, so this ends here.

Next time: ….

Well you’ll just have to see won’t you?

Ugly theme colors, puppies, and Bones

And now, a three point entry.

1. I don’t much care for the colors in my current theme.

I just don’t.

I’ll probably change it later, but at the moment my theme is black letterhead, the colors of which annoy me. Actually just one color annoys me.

The orange.

I wish it was red, or blue, something like that. The orange bugs me. I’m don’t like any of the other themes enough to switch though.

2. Bones….

At the time of my first post (which was dull and of little importance) I had thought I needed to stop typing and go watch Bones (a tv show I like) because A. I fail at blogging due to frequent writers block, and B. I thought Bones was on. It was not. You can imagine my disapointment. Ever since then I have felt the need to retract my first post by saying: Bones was not on. I lied to the internet.

Not that it matters of course, it was just bugging me. All that matters is that I’m watching Bones now.

3. The puppies.

I mentioned the puppies in my last post. There are four of them, three boys one girl. My dog had them. She originally had seven. One died and two were given away. They are very… energetic. I didn’t actually clean up their muddy pawprints. Someone else did that. I had planned to do it, but wanted to type about doing it first. Muddy pawprints are not the worst they’ve left on the floor anyway.

Nothing of interest…

Nothing happened today, not really, or at least not to me.

I left the house, a fairly unusual occurence, at least in summertime. Thing is, once I’m inside and have no reason to go outside; no job, excursion to Walmart, etc. I usually stay inside. I don’t have much of a reason to go anywhere else. I went outside yesterday too. A few moments ago I had some candy. It’s not that any of this information is relevant or interesting, it’s just what happened.

In other more exciting news, the puppies left muddy pawprints all over the kitchen floor.

I now have to go clean that up.

In the words of the oven…

Hi

Actually, what the oven said was HI. In capital letters just like that.

I know it was just the digital readout telling me the temperature, but I couldn’t help wondering what the oven would say if it could talk (or at least communicate through the digital readout). Would it inquire about my day? Would it tell me about it’s day? Would it tell me exactly how many minutes I had left before the pudding (or whatever’s in there) finished baking and began to burn? I suppose all are possiblities. However, before I continue hypothesizing what the oven might communicate through the digital readout, I’ll explain why I don’t know what exactly is in the oven.

Whatever it is in the oven is not mine. I have been asked to watch the oven’s contents to make sure they don’t burn.  As mentioned above, I think it’s pudding.  Because I’m not actually the one baking, and I don’t know what it is exactly or when (exactly) it was placed in the oven, I half wish the oven would talk to me. That way at least (provided we became friends) it would tell me when the…um…  stuff, was ready, and I wouldn’t keep having to get up to check on it. Maybe the oven could even could help me guess what’s in it. Maybe we could play 20 questions, or talk politics. Okay, not talk politics, but definitely play 20 questions.

It’s been a while since I’ve played that game with a machine.