Sunday, August 27, 2006

grudgingly recommended

is this awesome video. I love the video itself, but it was my first experience with YouTube, which I found amusing and diverting. Until I tried to set up a profile and prepare it so I could click on the "blog this" whenever I found something on there I wanted to show you all. I don't know about you, but I don't like getting my dick shaken by websites that are suppposed to be simple and fun. I wouldn't even have logged in and tried to blog by clicking through, but I've been on several websites where you can't link directly to a page and have to use their link. Then I entered my blogging info and clicked the button to get it all started, and the page goes, "please wait a moment while we get your blog junk all set up" (or however they said it), the page said "done" and the whole thing refreshed. Back to "please wait." Then it did it about 700 more times while I was making coffee. I guess that's great for YouTube, since I'm so freaking interested in their site I've looked at it 765 times just today, but for me it's just annoying. And I still had to blog it manually! Ugh!

Monday, August 14, 2006

That's right: summarily shot!

I have this weird tendancy to work a lot in one or two weeks, then to sit around on my ass until I'm completely out of money before I maniacally start working again. Luckily I've landed in an industry where work is so in supply and workers so in demand that I can do this. For a while longer, anyway. Until the stress kills me. I'm having a pretty raunchy week, not in the good way. I kind of feel like my emotional life has taken on an aspect of "chemical bus toilet, DFW to Chicago nonstop," but when you take into account that I'm living on about $8 a week for the essentials (beer, smokes, gas) with nothing left over for non-essentials (food, medicine, fun) and it's all basically because I chose to live this way and I repeatedly refuse to learn to take care of myself or even attempt to do better, you sort of can understand how I got to the point that I'm hiding in my bed and throwing food objects at people who can't tolerate my pouting. Just so everyone knows, this, too, is somewhat likely to pass. Assuming everyone stops patting me and telling me how worried they are that I'm having such a hard time. For those of you who didn't grow up in my childhood home, the way to treat Kellye is this: pretend nothing is happening and that everything is all right, especially if things go a bit wonky. If behavior becomes troublingly erratic, leave or otherwise disengage yourself. Return when regular "only semi-erratic" behavior is restarted, pretend nothing happened. Thank you.

On a related note, persons who use the disturbing word "blogoverse" in any context othere than condemnation will be summarily shot. This is not a drill.

Friday, August 11, 2006

a conversation

me: me, me, me.
you: me, me, me.
me: me, me, me. dammit.
you: me, me, me. really.
me: boo, hoo, hoo.
you: you, you, you.
me: me, me, me, me, me!
you: you, you, you, you. me.
me: ME, ME, ME, ME. you?
you: me.
me: ok