Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Kids are for...?

"Spids are for pacing."

"??"

"Kids are for spacing."


Me and dad after I forgot something.

Sub Dermy Hummer Toys, or did I hear something wrong?

Okay so I got a bunch of icky flea bites which I'm kinda allergic to flea bites so I tried to use this thing that sucks the venom out but I got a sub-dermal hematoma thingie... a below the skin accumulation of blood... aka a bruise. So now I'm purple!

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Light is not a place, mom!

"Shut off the room in your light."

"...?"

"I mean, shut off the lights in your room."

"*laughs*"

Dare I even hope?

Dad asked me to bring my camera to the office... Erk... I just hope he won't take it apart... I'll keep you guys informed.

Erk?

What in the Netherworld Flamingo is LMAO?

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Oh say, can you drool?


I've been considering getting a phone - or rather, drooling over this one. What do you think?

PS - I just learned how to make screenshots. All power, to me!

Huh?

"You have the silverware?"

"..."

"Where is it?"

"Yeah."

God Rest Ye Merry... Parodies?

I'm working on a parody of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen. I think it shall be called Cod Rest Ye Merry, Gentle Hats, but I'm not sure. Here's some snippets:

Warning: If making fun of religion will make you madder than a hatter, then stop reading...right about...HERE.




1. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Though the word's that Christ, our Saviour,
Was born just yesterday.
Word gets around, but grapevine's rotten,
The good thing is what they now say:
Oh, tidings of junk food and toys, junk food and toys,
Oh, tidings of junk food and toys.


2. Maybe I am too sarcastic:
Must be the way I was raised
Since shrinks, they always seem to find
The parents are to blame...
Tecno-myths replacing tales
Of gods, and heroes slain
Putting words in your gods's mouths,
Again -
Are you at it again?
Words that do not belong to them...
Again,
You repeat offender
You put your words in your gods's mouths,
Once again





There'll be more, I promise. And if you're mad, look at it one of two ways:


  1. I'm jealous of people who have something to belive in, since I just have an odd, slightly insincere hodgepodge of religions to my name

    OR:

  2. I'm being philosophical... Free speech, right...? GET THOSE PITCHFORKS AWAY FROM ME! Wait... Where did you get pichforks? Over there? Well... I HAVE PITCH-SPORKS! AND A LARGE SUPPLY OF BLEEPERIN!* COME AT ME... WAIT, DON'T! I DON'T WANNA DIE...!


*A spork is a spoon with little fork tines. Bleeperin is something fictional that can apply to anything that helps after enduring reading a Suethor's fiction (and berating it; aka "to spork"); Brain Bleach can be used to erase all memories of it completely, and both are silly and fictional. So there. No hay de queso, no mas de papa, you know? That, of course, is if you're thanking me for the laugh. Which I sorta doubt. Once again I'm really sorry if anyone's offended. Don't come after me with pitchforks please. Remember, I have the flamingos - and the potatoes! - on my side.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Beisbol (read: BASEBALL)

Today we played baseball and I only got one turn and I proceeded to hit the ball so hard (on the time that would've landed me with a third strike mind you) that I got to second base and then the idiot who had been lamenting loudly the fact that most of "his" (read: MINE) team were "women" (read: GIRLS) proceeded to get three fouls and six strikes somehow. Figures.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Video from Thanksgiving




My camerawork sucks.

Contact me.

raining [dot] cats [dot] and [dot] frogs [at] gmail [dot] com

I can't promise I'll answer but I'll read it. And don't worry! I don't sic my cats on people at first sight I'm actually quite nice...Or at least as nice as I can be, unless your someone I don't like, and if you're reading my blog I'll probably automatically like you because that Proves that I'm wearing out my Keyboard for a Reason.

Acne

Finding a pimple in your right eyebrow isn't a nice way to start the day.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

My personal philosophy

I have an overwhelming belief that things will work themselves out just fine...

...as long as I give them a little nudge every now and then.

A comment I didn't get to publish on Amazon unfortunately.

Give me a break. I've been extremelly careful with mine and it still is giving me this E18 crap. Face it canon are idiots, and if you think its the most vocal person who dropped the thing down the stairs, have you ever heard of GOOGLE? I've read a bunch of horror stories and all of them either had NO REASON or were just a tiny bump. I've never even HEARD of this lady who dropped hers down the stairs and you say she was the most vocal. Once again, I implore you: Give me a break. And a sandwitch. And while your at it, I'd really like a working camera.
Also, @ Anon: get your head out of whatever hole its in and meet my friend, google.com. Google "canon E18 error code" and maybe you'll change your mind. If you have a mind. Which I sincerly doubt.


Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh. At least there weren't any rude comparisons to Uruk-hai (beware of LotR references while I am re-reading the Good Profesor's books!!) with the orcs in the piece COMING OUT ON TOP.

340 word complaint.

My comment on this E18 site:


My camera was working fine until this morning I tried to turn it on and got the E18 error it hasn't been okay since and this is really worrying me because that's my only camera (I'm just an amateur and my dad gave me this one) Dad and I have been searching on the web for how to fix it but we haven't had any luck and I'm now royally mad at Canon. Its also a bit unsettling that the model with the most error reports on this site so far is the one that is virtually a twin to mine (A70... the manual and all is the same), with only a difference in megabytes. I have had this camera for a year I think as I got it last Hannukah and its almost Hannukah again now. I am very dissapointed and although my dad uses all canon I think if I could pick I'd try another brand but do research first to see if they have the E18 error because I've read a lot about it and it definitely isn't encouraging, I think I'd like to try my luck with the Canon people only I'm not sure if they'd listen to someone as young as me and an amateur at that, they'd probably say that I had pawed all over it or some such thing which I find very insulting as I'm always very careful with my camera and thus it seems like an insult to my IQ and how careful I was, it seems like they would take advantage of my age to be condecending if they follow the patterns I've read about. I hope it isn't permanently broken as it is a refurbished one and so having to get it fixed would cost inbetween the camera's own worth + 50 to 150 % depending on where I'm getting my information. I sure hope if you're reading this and your camera is messed up that it gets fixed and doesn't turn into one of those horror stories I've been reading about. Thank you and have a nice day.


PS ~ On that site I called myself Cat, it should be one of the first errors for a while unless there are even more of these than I think.

PS2 ~ I actually got it the Hannukah before last but I wasn't remembering right - yeah, it was the Hannukah before last, I know because last one I got my PRINTER, which is also a SCANNER, and a COPIER, all in COLOR, and I got it on one of those nights where Hannukah intersects with Christmas so I was dragging it all over Mr. and Mrs. J's house informing anyone who would listen that it was a PRINTER, and it was MINE, and I had JUST GOTTEN IT, and that my PARENTS gave it to me, and it was also a SCANNER, and a COPIER, and that it was all in COLOR, in a very squeaky voice. Geek en't I.

E18

My camera's acting really weird, and getting the E18 error; according to my research I'm really in trouble. Check these links out, then please feel sorry for me. This is my only camera and I've had it what?-A year? Two years, I think. This is über bad.



And it seems they're talking about PowerShots a lot. Which is what mine is. So that appearently only happens with PowerShots and Elfs (Elfs? Elphs?). Damn it all, this is bad.

PS ~ Maybe they'll put this up on their website, since that guy's rant was up there! Look for me if you have time on your hands, and give the cheese-heads hell if you're in a similar situation. Remember to think up witty responses to some of the arguments documented above BEFORE you talk to those manipulating {what Cat would've said right here has been censored since not only was it very rude but most people wouldn't of gotten the references, and it was quite a hefty insult to Uruk-hai and jackals}, not after, or all these people posting will be in vain. We all gotta give 'em hell, right? Right!

PS2 ~ Dad hinted that maybe he'd give me the little camera that I used to take the pictures of the Lamari Butterfly (explination on why the name was so funny here). I don't want his little camera! I want miiiiiiine... *cries* (actually I haven't been brought to tears just yet but my eyes are...swimmy...so if I go in the bathroom with no explination that will be why (Dad might tease).

Its only money, right?

I just spent fourteen dollars at the annual tianguis (rummage sale) (called by CaboMil the 'garbage sale' O.o) and am berating myself. But money's for spending, right? Right? Right?! Oh please tell me money's for spending and that a black turtleneck, two new pairs of shoes, a Christmas ornament, a white purse (to sharpie), a glass with a cat on it (but that was free), and a paper-mache, glittery, blue cat? Please, please tell me that was worth making myself feel like a stupid rotten idiot bozo. Please.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Damn the Nostalgia

Had to sort through a box of old drawings today, I'll scan them soon. I barely threw any away. I'm a nostalgic idiot, it's true.

Damn ink, part 2

The ink came out! The ink came out! The ink came OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poison Pen...Not Really

Nope, at least I didn't poison her. But for the first five years of my schooling at this school they had The Physical Education Teacher So Evil, That Hell Itself Spat Her Back Out - aka, Mrs. L. My conversations with Mom or Dad when they picked me up from school would go something like this:

"How was your day today?"
"I had P. E. today."
"Oh."
"Do we have any arsenic?"


At least I had done my research. The National Geographic issue on poison is my all-time favorite, and I've practically memorized it.

Where are YOU coming from?

The meek are too meek to inherit

It's Raining Cats and Frogs
And the geek shall inherit the earth.
The GEEK, I said!
Are you hard of hearing or something? The GEEK!

I am a geek.