Friday, January 31, 2003

Funny phrase of day: "Big tap-dancing pimp." Funny phrase brought to you courtesy of Matthew Perry, 6 comedy writers, and the letter "Q".

The funny phrase is all I can muster; I simply do not feel like peering into the abyss at the moment. There are things in there, things with glowy eyes and snarly teeth and scuttly feet. I *will* face the abyss-dwellers, one of these days. Until then...

Chowda! Hobbit feet! TROGDOR!!!

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

Funny phrase of day- It's a tie!!! "happy black guy" and "hobbit feet." Funny phrases brought to you courtesy of the Daily Show and one of the myriad extras on Fellowship of the Ring DVD, respectively.

Sign on door: "No pets allowed in laundry room" - is this really the best way to wash your dog, anyway?

Hm. Am bored. I don't know why I think writing that will make me less bored. I was so tired last night that I couldn't get to sleep because I kept yawning. There's probably something terribly, terribly wrong with me.

In other news, my name in Japanese is... Risusa! Kind of sounds like a car. Come lease a new Risusa today!

"Why are you in my tent?"

Monday, January 27, 2003

I could hardly sleep last night, it felt like there were happy bees buzzing in my head! The only negative I can say about the game is that we didn't win by a Gramatica field goal, thus making him the hero being hoisted on his teammates' shoulders and all those lovely things I was picturing, but the good news is that we won by eighty jillion points. So I'm not complaining.

My upstairs neighbours were, apparently, dropping bowling balls on the floor at 8 o'clock this morning. Or at least, something that sounded startlingly like it. Or maybe not bowling balls exactly, because there was this funny little bounce at the end... THUNK tap tap tap... repeatedly, for at least half an hour... THUNK tap tap tap... I honestly can't imagine what they were doing, which is probably for the best.

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

Oh yeah, was going to report on dinner party other night before depression rolled in. It wasn't the worst, I'll say that. I mean, these are not people I relate to, and I'm sure they don't know what the hell to make of me, but at least they like Harry Potter. They all work at same place so have terrible habit of speaking in lingo and abbreviations, while I sit there and try to guess what they mean in my head. (NIH - Nominally Intelligent Hyenas?) Must amuse self somehow. Ah, me.
Am doing laundry because there is notihng worse than being depressed and having dirty clothes besides. Well, maybe a few things. Maybe being depressed and having *no* clothes. Or no arms. OK, I'll shut up now.

"But I could sleep through this, anywaaaaaay..." Letters to Cleo

Sunday, January 19, 2003

We're going to the Super Bowl! We're going to the Super Bowl! Whooooo! *puts lampshade on head*

(Has anyone ever actually put a lampshade on their head, and if so, why?) Hmm...

Sunday, January 12, 2003

Oh yeah, the Bucs kicked booty today! Pirate... booty... get it? Arrrr. (Sorry :P) They are now in the NFC championship, woohoo! The victory was marred by two things: One, Martin had only two FG chances and missed one of them :( (on the bright side, he missed the 45 yarder, not the 19 ^-^) and Two, they have to play next week in cursed Philadelphia. I don't want to think about Philadelphia too much... bad memories. *blocks out thoughts of a certain missed field goal...* But, we'll see! This is the best the Bucs have ever played, and they scored a boatload of TDs today, which was encouraging.

"Some of us prefer illusion to despair" - the great philosopher Nelson Muntz

Thursday, January 09, 2003

Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it! AGGGGGGGGGGH!!

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

Just watched entire Iron Chef marathon, from noon to 2 AM. I know, I am special. *bows* (Did play CL during part of it, so am not complete maniac. Besides, I'm sure many people watched bowl games all day, perhaps with their hands tucked into their pants. My hand did not once go into my pants. Really. So there.) Er, what was I saying?

Happy New Year! Whee! Ballatore tastes like flowers, yummy.

I hate how everything is in reruns over the holiday season, like they assume everyone is out having carefree fun. They assume wrong. Some of us are at home, getting drunk with our cats. ^-^