Invested

I've realized that when I listen to music, I get really emotionally invested in it. Especially when I know the lyrics. Because I'll sing along. Not necessarily out loud, but I do. And I emote. I make faces, even. I realized this when I was listening to my iPod on the city bus once.

All Over the Place

Ellen Page is awesome.Kitty Pryde, aka Shadowcat, is awesome.Ellen Page playing Kitty is awesomecats all over the place.
Just sayin'.

That is all.

Run Over

I've almost run over a lot of things at my work. But I don't think I've actually hit anything. Except maybe that chipmunk. I'm not sure...

Oh well. That happens when you work at a bird sanctuary.

Thankful

A little while back, I mentioned to a co-worker that, on my days off that week, I had been picking stones. He commented on how picking stones is the worst job in the universe, and I would have to agree. I've actually compiled a list of things worse than picking stones, and the list isn't very long. In no particular order:

1. Slavery;
2. Genocide, or murder of any sort;
   
3. Justin Bieber's music and the like;
4. Orcs;
5. Country music; and
6. Twilight.

So, yeah. That's how bad picking stones is.

Anyway, when he said it's the worst job in the universe, I said, "You're tellin' me!" As soon as I said it, I realized I had almost said, "You're preaching to the choir." Immediately thereafter, I reflected on how glad I was that I didn't say that.

Thank peas I didn't.

A Little Bit

I hate myself a little bit. I got up at 6:30 this morning. Peed, had some Cheerios, got dressed for work, pood, brushed my teeth, Facebooked a bit, and left for work at 7:30. It's about a half-hour drive from my house to my work. Which, by the way, is on the other side of the 45th Parallel. In other words, I live closer to the North Pole than to the Equator, but I work closer to the Equator than to the North Pole.

Anyway, at 7:52, I was coming into town, and then I remembered... Shipoopi (I'm trying to swear less, so I've replaced the last letter of one certain swear with "poopi," making it into the name of a song from The Music Man. You can't go wrong with musical theatre, I think). I don't work at 8 today. I work at 1:30.

Now I hate myself. A little bit.

Lots O'

I've lots o' things to say, and finally a chance to say them. So, several posts today!

Supernatural Pornographers

So, I was watching an episode of Supernatural (I'm still watching the episode; that's how excited I am), and Dean was talking to some college kid, and I noticed a poster the guy had on the wall: The New Pornographers' album "Twin Cinema!"


See, it's right there! Huzzah!!!

Peas

Aw, peas!

My New Theory

I've a new theory. My theory is that men aren't meant to buy underwear for themselves. We can if we like, but we're not meant to. My reasoning is: the packaging. I don't see how a picture of a guy with chiseled abs and a big package is supposed to entice me to buy the underwear...

Tetris of the Caribbean

Sometimes, when I play Tetris, I play music from "Pirates of the Caribbean," so that it seems more monumental and less like I'm wasting my life.

Half 'n' Half

I am half centaur, half human.

The Unexpected

You know how they always tell you to expect the unexpected? That's a load. If you expect the unexpected, then you're expecting it, so it's the expected not the unexpected. The saying should be, "Always expect the expected."
Then again, that's a little redundant and doesn't get the point of the expression across. So let's go with this: "Always expect what typically wouldn't be expected in order to prevent it from being the unexpected."

Also.
You know that whole "You miss every shot you don't take" thing? Again: a load.
You can't miss a shot you don't take. I mean, if you don't take it, you can't make it, but that doesn't mean you miss it. That's the whole point of taking a shot: so that you don't miss it. People don't take shots because there's an element of risk, and they're afraid they'll miss. As a result, they refrain from taking a shot so that they don't miss.

Taxation

Hey, I was wondering... do they charge tax on gumballs from gumball machines? I mean, it's what, 25 cents?
So, let's suppose the gumball machine owner buys the gumballs to fill his/her gumball machine at 17 cents each.
Is he/she actually charging, say, 23 cents a gumball, with 2-cent tax? So then, of the 25 cents made for each gumball, 17 of that was to buy it, 2 goes to the government, and the owner gets to pocket the 6-cent profit.
Or does the government find gumball machines too inconsequential to bother charging tax, giving the gumball machine owner an 8-cent profit on each 17-cent gumball?
Hmm....

It's thoughts like these that make the world go 'round.