MASH

Continuing the game that Cooper started:

You will live in Apartment.
You will drive a Red Fire Truck.
You will marry Angelina [Jolie] and have 4 kids.
You will be a Fry Cook in New York.

I could definitely do that. Hell, I'd do anything if it'd mean I could sleep with Angelina. And just think, I'd have a fire truck to put out all the grease fires I'd start as a fry cook.

Go here to play.

ER Observation

I'll refrain from saying much for those who haven't seen the episode yet (or don't give two shits about ER), but man, the Copter of Doom? That was like a bad episode of the Coyote vs. The Roadrunner.

Computer Animation

Should be used for good, not evil.

courtesy CheshireKim

Scary

Opening your mailbox to find Bill Gates staring back at you from the cover of Newsweek. I'm sorry, but he gives me the heebie-jeebies. I can't put my finger on why.

Perhaps it's the combination of his uber-nerd style, Kermit The Frog voice, and that slight glint of evil in his eye. Perhaps it's just the evil glint.

Still, rather unsettling to come home to.

Conspiracy Theory

Watching Arnold Schwarzenneger sit down in the governor's chair, jokingly shout "Makeup!" and then sign a repeal of the car tax, it occured to me:

What if this is all a really, really elaborate episode of Punk'd?

Would anyone truly be surprised if Ashton Kutcher jumped out and, in that obnoxious laugh of his, pronounced this a giant joke that he had perpetrated on the state of California?

Granted, I'm probably giving Kutcher WAY too much credit in terms of intelligence, but I'm guessing he's not the one who comes up with the ideas (and especially not the logistics) of the elaborate pranks that show pulls anyway.

Think about it....(scary music)...

I Was On TV!

Okay, granted, it was for five seconds total and the only way I could tell was through the magic of TiVo's slow-motion button, aided by the fact that I knew where to look because I knew where I was sitting during the taping.

I feel a bit like Mike Wazowski in Monsters Inc.:
[Mike and Sulley watch a commercial featuring them, but Mike is covered over by the Monsters Inc. logo.]
Mike: I can't believe it...
Sulley: Oh, Mike...
Mike: I was on TV! Ha! Did you see me? I'm a natural!

Okay, not really. But, still, even when you work around people that are on national television on a daily basis, it's kind of amusing to play the "There I am!" game.

Is It Bad

That I can't watch (or especially listen to) footage of the new Governator being inaugurated without breaking into hysterical giggles?

Football Comment

All non-football fans, ignore. Football fans, discuss.

The Chiefs lost to the Bengals?!

Other than the easy SI Cover Curse explanation, how the hell did that happen?

I'll Tell 'Em Where To Put Their Power Tools...

I have finally discovered the source of the bane of my weekend existence.

For the last couple of weekends, I've heard a very loud circular saw, a lot of drilling, and some hammering (some with what has got to be a sledgehammer, some with a regular hammer) starting at 8am.

I cannot even begin to tell you how much this annoys me. I use weekend mornings to catch up on my sleep, and if I am awakened, it throws off my whole day.

I'm tired for the rest of the day, and I end up just being a total lump, taking a nap, then returning to being a total lump, because it's usually too late to do anything by the time I wake up besides order pizza.

I hadn't been able to locate the source of the noise in my one previous attempt of walking around the building, since I can't echolocate it because my building has a hollow core, which makes it very, very difficult to aurally fixate on a location.

Also, as I found out today, the culprits had the door closed when I went to look in that particular area.

The area, it turns out, is the apartment that's adjacent to mine, but the door is only accessible by going all the way around to the other side of the building. I'd draw a diagram, but I'm tired.

I finally got fed up and went over to see what the fuck was going on, and it was two contractors, blasting Tejano music and sawing away, putting in a new floor and god knows what else.

It looked like they were completley remodeling the apartment. I wanted to give them what for, but a) they were HUGE guys and b) I would have had to shout really, really loud to be heard over the music, and I was just way too tired to deal with either complication.

Plus, it's not like they can do anything about it. They're paid, they come when they're paid to show up. It's probably the landlord paying them to fix the place up anyway.

It's not like it's some jerk who actually lives in the building doing it, who I can take revenge on by pointing my really, really powerful amplifier at his wall and playing "Purple Haze" at full volume at 3am, preferably without tuning up first.

So I guess I'm just going to have to live with it. Or at least I will until the lack of sleep causes me to have a psychotic break...