Rain, rain, go away.
Posted on Friday, June 29, 2007 at 11:08 pm
Seriously. I’ve just about had enough of the rain. I don’t know how many of y’all live in/around Texas, or how many of you follow the national/international (as case may be) news. But I live in Dallas, TX. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to have an umbrella permanently grafted to my head. Because it just won’t stop flippin’ raining. Seriously.
Most of the day today it was actually dry. I actually saw the sun for, like, the first time in about sixteen months. And it was good. I’d very nearly forgotten what the sun actually looked like. I couldn’t remember whether it was yellow or purple. Seriously. You think I’m kidding.
But yeah. Today, we had a bit of sun. Great. Thank God, I was beginning to wonder whether it had disappeared completely or not. Then, tonight I was out on my balcony smoking. And I shit you not, in the time it took to get through half a cigarette, it went from me being able to see perfectly dry concrete in the parking lot of my apartment complex, to OMG THE SKY IS FALLING DOWN EVERYBODY PANIC!!!!11
I dunno what’s going on with the weather down here in ye olde Tejas right now. But it’s about ready to piss me off. Perhaps you’ve seen the news where a couple cities, a couple dozen or so miles north of me, have declared a state of emergency… yeah… seriously, it takes me like 20 minutes to drive to those places. That’s how close I am to “hey look at that, my DVD player is floating away.” I guess, on the plus side, my apartment is on the second floor. So it’d take… like… two of the kinds of storms to actually do any damage to my shiznizzle. Or not. Knock on wood. Please, God, don’t take that as a personal challenge!
I mean, I’m not all that much of an “outdoors” type of person anyway. But my Xbox is currently at the repair center, and we’re right between the end of the first Heroes season, and the beginning of the second. And I’m still waiting on Beautiful Katamari, Kingdom Hearts 3, and GTA 4. So even if it wasn’t raining pretty much constantly, I’d be bored out of my skull anyway. But the whole “it’s raining so don’t even think about going out of the house” thing is making it ever so much worse.
Yeah. So, pretty much I’m about done with this whole rain scenario. It can go away, and I won’t complain too much. Seriously.
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Finally!
Posted on Wednesday, June 20, 2007 at 4:56 pm
So, since I was about 16, there was always this one computer company who always had the most badass looking cases (and the most badass looking price tags to go with their systems). I always wanted to get one of their cases without actually having to buy the accompanying system to go with it. I actually was able to buy one at one point, though it was a couple years after they’d started using them and by that point they’d already moved onto something else. But hey, I had one. I even bought a little case badge with an alien head on it, just to make it look like the real thing. But their latest case design has never been available without the expensive guts.
Now it is.
Oh yes. Alienware is finally selling just their case. Don’t believe me? CLICK ME, YOU BASTARD!!! You can buy either a black or silver Alienware case, complete with a 700 watt power supply, case lighting, and all the prestige you want. For the wee price of just $399. (Closer to $500 with shipping and tax.)
Expensive? Maybe. But the cheapest 700w PSU that Newegg sells is $110, and you have to go up into the $150-200 range to get something with decent reviews. And there are quite a few high end cases (several Lian Li models, a couple Antecs, the Zalman Fatal1ty, etc) that are just as much, and some don’t even give you a PSU. So it’s really not all that bad, to get the kind of quality and engineering that Alienware puts into their stuff.
God bless America.
Guess what I’m getting for my birthday? Tee hee.
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Poor little kitteh…
Posted on Wednesday, June 6, 2007 at 9:08 pm
This past Sunday, Newo, the younger of my two cats, decided to run around the house at top speed. Unfortunately, a coffee table got in his way, causing him to break his leg. Not good at all. And very stressful for his mother and I, as we had to wait until Monday morning before our regular vet was able to do anything about it – a very uncomfortable night with him yowling in pain every time he moved. So we called the vet very early Monday morning, and took him in. Turns out he broke his leg in a bad spot, making necessary a very unfortunate, very unexpected, and very expensive femoral head and neck ostectomy surgery.
In a nutshell, what basically happened is that the ball-joint (that is, the chunk of fucking bone that connects his leg to the rest of his body) had been broken off, and had to be cut/grinded out of his leg (see the link above for an informative diagram). His leg was then reattached with a “false joint” of muscles and tendons. Doesn’t sound like a particularly pleasant experience.
He was able to come home from the vet’s office today, under strict orders of “don’t let him play with the other cat,” “don’t let him jump on stuff,” “don’t let him lick his stitches,” etc. In other words, don’t let him be a cat anymore. This is going to be an interesting couple of weeks while he heals.
Here’s a few pics of the aftermath – a completely shaved back leg, and a shaved spot on his front leg where the IV was attached during/after the surgery. In a few months, he’ll supposedly be good as new and we won’t even be able to tell a difference other than possibly a slight limp on that leg.
And of course, what set of cat pictures would be complete without the obligatory LOLcats versions? Here are a couple I came up with. Note that I’m not really trying to make fun of the poor guy… lord knows he’s probably been through a lot of pain and stress in the last few days. I’m just lightening up the tone of this post a little bit.
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Stay awhile, and listen!
Posted on Friday, June 1, 2007 at 1:18 pm
Pull up a seat, good children. For I will relate to you a story of great discovery and heroics, of journeys far and wide, and of creatures unbelievable! This is a true story, good children, for I would not lie to you. I would never deceive you and make you believe falsehoods.
Our story begins about ten years ago, when I chanced upon the opportunity of a lifetime. I was offered an all-expenses paid trip to backpack across South America. Well, I actually wasn’t “offered” this trip, so much as I stole some dude’s credit card and had fun with it. But that’s not important. BACKPACKING ACROSS SOUTH AMERICA, I SAY!!!
“Yeah, so fucking what,” I hear you saying. But you don’t know how amazing this trip would end up being.
I traveled the width and breadth of South America with nothing but a backpack. In that backpack, were 2 pairs each of jeans, socks, and underwear, as well as two A Flock Of Seagulls tour shirts, which I (correctly) assumed would be the height of South American fashion. Besides the clothes, I also carried in my backpack, some toothpaste and a toothbrush, a hand-printed flyer advertising a rather risque entertainment venue called “The Donkey Show,” a stapler with seventeen staples in it, two cannisters of concentrated Mountain Dew syrup, and a doorhanger that said “Don’t Hassel The Hoff.”
I experienced everything the continent had to offer. I dined with the hardworking indigenous peoples of… wherever. I lived for awhile as an outsider in the Amazon community of the Gitchawitchahatchet tribe, where I was offered the chief’s 17 year old daughter to take as my bride. I declined the offer, however, because the chick had some weird-looking mole on her top lip. Also, she had a penis. Which I totally wasn’t into. In retrospect, it’s possible that the chief may have offered me his 17 year old son, because the Gitchawitchahatchet words for “son” and “daughter” are very similar. I also spent a good deal of time in Brazil, attempting to track down that scurrilous girl from Ipanema, where I met a veritable cornucopia of colorful characters. This one guy seemed particularly interested in my hand-printed flyer for The Donkey Show, though I’m not entirely sure why.
I was privy to a great many different plant-based delicacies from Columbia, which all seemed to do nothing more than make time go by really really fast. And I tended to get pretty bad headaches if I let too much time pass between consuming them. One of the men who seemed to know a great deal about these plants asked if I would be so kind as to take a load of the plants back to America with me when I left his country, and deliver them to a gentlemen who would be waiting for me in the far back booth of a diner near the Mexico border. I had to decline, though, as he implied that the best delivery method required that the substance be wrapped in a latex pouch of some sort, and inserted into my rectum. This did not sound like an altogether enjoyable experience. The guy yelled a lot, and I believe he threatened to shoot me – though he spoke some crazy jibber-jabber language that I didn’t understand (”tu es muerto, senor” haha who talks like that?!), so it’s possible that he may have been offering me his gun in exchange for my services. I politely insisted that I wanted no part of his venture, and took my leave of him.
But, good children, by far the highlight of my trip was when I discovered a species hitherto unknown to science. For in my travels, I came face to face with an awesome and terrible creature. The Gitchawitchahatchet chief’s daughter informed me that young children of the tribe kept the beasts as pets, and that the tribal name for them was “Farfrompoopen.” Translated to English, the creature’s name is the Mongolian Boulevard Lizard. And it’s a very rare form of lizard, indeed. It’s about seven feet in length, and it is brightly colored in many different hues. Its eyes were utterly devoid of all emotion, but possessed only a raw, carnal desire for feeding on the souls of the innocent. Also, the specimen that I saw had a smiley face sticker on the back of its head. It was kind of cute, actually. The lizard’s tail had very lethal spikes on the end, and not a few children of the tribe were impaled upon them as they played. The Mongolian Boulevard Lizard was indeed a beautiful and terrible creature. I wish, good children, that you could have been with me when I came into the creature’s lair. You would have seriously crapped your pants.
Well, good children, all things must come to an end, and this story is no different. Perhaps another day, I shall regale you with a story about another journey I took. A journey… to the liquor store!
