If I ever do get one, I want a simplistic line-only of a cat / kitten with little detached wings.

It would be about four inches at most, and on my left shoulder blade area.

Nick is so common of a name that you saying that is saying more about yourself than it is funny.

On Sunday, we've got someone coming over to look at the kittens.

Very mixed feelings. I don't want them to have to leave. D:

It's still written by fans, thus making it fan-fiction, albeit franchised fan-fiction.

As opposed to anaesthesia, mould and parlour?

It's still selling fan-fiction.

http://artpad.art.com/?k6nhniw3m8k

I hate that commercial. >_>;

If selling fan-fiction is illegal, then how do you get things like spin-off book series that have nothing to do with the original movie/whatever other than character names? (Especially those having no involvement of the original author/producer/whatever)

They didn't even bother using the same level of dimensional pronunciation on the sprites. It's hilarious.

I laughed loudly.

Her name is Bear.

She came with it.

It's like pinching one off, but a whole lot better socially.

Anyway, I swam around the front counter today (not really) as our drain was clogged, and puddles kept forming all around.

Yeah, guys. We Ray could really use the money. >_>;

Bring your own sheets and pillowcases. That's a must.

Only bring enough miscellaneous things as are fitting to be in your space. I'm currently dealing with several boxes of things from when I was a kid that I have no room for.

Make sure you have somewhere to put everything, otherwise a mess will ensue. It sometimes helps if you have a set place to put things (like shoes by the door, book bag by your work area, et al).

If you have room or housemates, get to know them. If you ever get locked out, or you're short on food for a couple of days, they can be your best friends.

Somehow, Cotton Eye Joe by Rednex has invaded my 80s music station on Pandora.


No, I haven't changed it.

braaaaaaaaaaaaiiiinssssssssss

about sums it up

Anything east of west Vancouver is east Vancouver.









Yes, that's using global logic to state that there is an entire stripe around the world that is east Vancouver.

I love sweeping, and I like organizing, but I dislike picking up laundry or putting it away. I enjoy actually doing laundry, carrying the hamper around and washing them (machine or hand) and drying them, and folding them.

Mostly, I hate making room in drawers for it, I think.

I don't like cleaning if I can't organize while I clean. It feels rushed, and like it's going to take more time later to organize it AFTER I clean.

Working six-day weeks lately. Good paycheques had better be in the package.

So hot in our kitchen. ;-; Melting zombie flesh and whole cases of spoiling sauces.

Depeche Mode -- Never Let Me Down Again

How was that?

So, uh...

Anyone here live in the place where the propane place exploded yesterday?

...

Fireballs?



Ugh, I do NOT enjoy the prospect of working mornings anymore.



PS: Has anyone ever had an error message continually sound with no indication as to what caused it or how to fix it?

Depeche Mode -- Suffer Well

Hall and Oates -- Maneater

New Order -- Blue Monday
____

Mr. Mister -- Broken Wings

Bernie Mac was a little younger than my mom is.

George Carlin was older, so his death wasn't as unexpected (though still a great loss), but it's always weird to have someone so familiar die.

Pneumonia is apparently one of the most peaceful ways to die, because your lungs are essentially flooded, and you don't have much pain.

System of a Down -- Spiders

It'll be a bunch of eighties stuff after this song. >_>

It's easy enough to cut out the background, especially with as pixelated an edge as a sprite has.

It doesn't look half bad, I dare say.

Grill.

Five hours.

Heat exhaustion.


Not used to it anymore. ;-;

I like my retro look. It adds to the zombie effect.

I saw Hitchhiker's Guide with friends at Tinseltown.

It was about 1:30. AM.

I'm very picky about how I can eat bacon.

By itself? Yes. With eggs? Yes. With a salad? Yes. Baked potato? Yes. BLT? Hells yes.

With something else that's already greasy (like cheese or a cheeseburger or a hamburger)? No.

I just can't handle the grease levels.

:4?

I watched it as a kid.

I fecking loved it.

Gnarls Barkley -- Transformer

Flight has always been a dreamstate of mine.

Be it artificial or natural, it's always appealed to me.


It's falling that I don't like.


Well, no. That's not accurate, either.


It's the impact and the killing speed that I don't like.

I love glass floors. :3


I love the feeling of flying, as long as I have a solid base where I'm standing.


The edge of a cliff is not a solid base. It aggravates my acrophobia.

Tank Girl #####ing rocks.

Granted, this is from the comic standpoint, and I've never seen the movie.


I've also forgotten much from the comic, as I haven't read any in over six years. D:


... Anyone know where I can find them anymore?

What I don't understand is what the bathroom one is supposed to represent.

It might be a false assumption, but based on the message of the smokers' lounge one, the bathroom one seems like it's saying something too.

Uh...

They're obviously two different scenes "photoshopped" together for a certain effect each.


The first one is obviously an open grave looking up, smoking will kill you and all that.



The bathroom one confuses me, though.




Alright, so the smokers' lounge MIGHT be an image superimposed on the actual ceiling, but it's doubtful.

Assumably, a star or solar system other than our own sun and solar system.

Self-indulgent?

I'm a little confused.

I get the first one, but what about the bathroom?

Pink Floyd -- Comfortably Numb


It has a good mood to it for me having just woken up.

It's been a while since I've listened to any Floyd.

I'm still just #####ing happy that I got a raise.

After, what, nine months?

I'm making $8.17/hr now. :3

Haha, Wendy's.


*cough*

I finally got a 10 cent raise today.

:3

Not bad.

I don't remember watching Grenadier.

Unless it's the one with that girl with the bullets in her bust.

Your mother is Tiamat.

You're Queen Dopplepopolis.