'C' is for Cookie/I is smart

I still don't know where my USB cable is, but as I did yesterday, I pondered at the thought that there must be some alternate way to transfer files from my phone to the computer. Only today I pondered a little bit harder.
Hmmmm... Can't do USB. Bluetooth? My bluetooth adapter is as missing as my USB cable and that thing has always been a bit sketchy, so I'd say the odds of it actually working are about 50-50. Connect the memory card directly to the computer? Again, the memory card adapter is in an unknown location. Seriously, I don't know where anything is!
But as I mentioned, I pondered a smidgen more thoroughly than I did yesterday and today I came up with the solution: email! It actually hit me like a brick, but I was glad that I had thought of it.

This is the picture I was going to show you yesterday. It's not exciting. In fact, my caption was going to be "I only took this picture to make you happy" or something to that effect.

I was making cookies tonight and I got kind of lazy toward the end. Or I was running out of pans that I was using as cookie sheets. You know how it is. The rest of the batter became nine inches of oatmeal chocolatey chip tastiness.

Finally moved in

On Friday, two days ago, I finally moved the last of all of my items out of the house I was renting into the house I now own. I took a picture with my phone of a pile of boxes (since I know how you like pictures to accommodate my words), but I have no idea where any of my USB cables might be hidden. Sorry, no pic.
Also on Friday, I got my internet and satellite TV set up. This is great! Not only can I continue blogging - I know, it's been a week - but I can also watch television on my second TV while I'm on the computer. Except for right now, because I have an old TV that every once in a while decides it doesn't want to display anything from input signals.
Ok, it's working again. See? It has a mind of its own.
Well, that's all I really had to say. I got my own place. It's pretty great. Now I gotta go mow my yard again. Take care, friends!

Photo Dump

I went back to my parents' house for the weekend and got some good pictures.
You'll like these. Promise.
Bear. What kind of dog is he? He's a big brown dog.

A big black bug. I like to think it's flying in front of some really cool fireworks.

Eamon. I haven't gotten to see this guy for a long time. Always a pleasure. Keep an eye on my poetry page for some of Eamon's work. (It's not there yet)

The cutest little girl in the entire freaking world.

Cute enough to melt your face off. And she will. Watch out!

Speaks for itself.

Worst Lyrics Ever

Stupid song lyrics bug me quite a bit. That's one of the reasons I don't listen to rap (ex. "Sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny") or country (ex. "I've got the hungries for your love and I'm waiting in your welfare line"). That and the music just sucks.
I was looking up lyrics to a song today - a pretty good song that is actually nothing without its witty lyrics - and due to some random synaptic firing, decided to Google worst song lyrics ever. One list I found was on a BBC site and didn't include lyrics from any country or rap songs; presumably because they belong in categories all their own.
The BBC list had some good (as in, good to mention how badly bad they are) songs on their list. Let me highlight a couple:

I don't want to see a ghost,
It's the sight that I fear most,
I'd rather have a piece of toast,
Watch the evening news.

- "Life" Des'ree

Or

More Sacrifices than an Aztec priest,
Standing here straining at that leash,
All fall down,
Can't complain, mustn't grumble,
Help yourself to another piece of apple crumble.

- "That Was Then But This Is Now" ABC

And I was really glad they included this one:

Generals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses.

- "War Pigs" Black Sabbath

Wow! Rhyming a word... with itself! Genius!
But this last one for sure bothers me the most. Part of what bothers me is that I have never heard anyone else complain about it so it makes me wonder if I am the only one to catch the grammar catastrophe.

"But in this in ever in changing in world in which in we in live in in..."

- "Live and Let Die" Paul McCartney

Don't try giving me any of that "Queen's English" bull crap, either.
For more fun, Google "worst country lyrics". There's one about not taking your woman to the dog fight because "I'm afraid she'd win" and another about Grandma swinging topless from the outhouse door. High class, if you ask me.

Dual Bruises

This one is for you, Andrew (once you finally get internet back). Apparently I brawl in my sleep. Twice in the past two weeks I wake up with bruises on my biceps. Mysteriously. As in, I have no idea how they got there. They're pretty spotty little shiners, if I do say so.

This guy is a dark tan color and is on my right arm. If my whole body were this color, it would look like I just came back from a very sunny vacation. That's a mole right next to it.

This one has more of a sickly greenish purply hue and I've had it longer. There is a sizable freckle nearby to keep it company.
But Andrew - I'm talking to Andrew here - Andrew, I just thought that that (Dual Bruises) would be an amazing name for an attack and I had to share it with you. And by you, I of course mean... the world. Because I couldn't just text it to you.




Creeping Freckle!!!!!!

Spock Through Glass, or YouTube Nazis

I created this video because I thought it would be a good idea. Then I uploaded it to YouTube, and it was eventually removed. I think it had to do with copyright infringement or something along those lines. As if I were the first to do this sort of thing...
Most of the shots were taken from Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. A few were taken from Star Trek IV, notably the scene with Spock talking to his mom.
I'm not sure what first gave me the idea for the video, if it was the question "How do you feel?" or the thing with Spock literally being behind glass. But I built upon the idea and wanted to show some cool footage of a space battle, which made it in there.
My favorite part of this whole video is at 2:45 showing Spock looking remorseful over blowing the engines of the other ship, even though in the movie I don't believe it was his call.

What is usually the case when I edit a video that includes music is that I end up loathing the song after the video is complete because I listen to bits and pieces of the song over and over as I work on completing the final product. Strangely, I still love this song. "Through Glass" by Stone Sour.

Creepy Music

I was out cruising with my friend Andrew when we were last in the same town and we decided to go to the local Salvation Army and enlist. I mean, buy crap.
We were not far into the store when we both heard an eerie chimed music box melody. We both tracked it down and found it to be coming from a porcelain statue of two cardinals sitting on a stick. Disregarding the cardinals, Andrew decided that he must have the music box within. He bought the cheap nicknack only to be disappointed. When he took it home, he unscrewed the base of the statue to remove the music box.
As soon as the box was out of its porcelain housing, the volume of the music greatly diminished. What's more (did I use that phrase in a previous post?), the gears for some reason became sluggish and it sounded as if the batteries were going dead on his walkman.
Before we allowed it to stop playing completely, I promised Andrew I would recompose the tune digitally for his listening pleasure. And that's what I did. I post it here in video form with a creepy-looking hallway made to look like it was shot on really old film. Enjoy.

On a sidenote, when I first heard the music, I envisioned a dark hallway with a little girl in dark clothes standing at the end. When I did a Google image search for "creepy", that was the first image that came up. Unfortunately, the image wasn't very large...

Photo Dump

I dump random photos upon you.

This jet stream cast a neat shadow over the other clouds. Two more to follow.



How often do you find yourself following a horse and buggy down the road? The highway, sure. But in the middle of town, I was trying to figure out if it was ok to pass.


The pile of brush I injured my "little piggies" on. It's a big pile and will take a long while to break down completely.

Bad shape and no Band-Aids

I get dinged up quite a bit. It happens. I'm dangerous. Now what happens when you've got a scrape or two and you can't afford to leave those wounds unprotected but you're fresh out of bandages? You make do.

Got these from breaking down a brush pile over the weekend.

Reluctantly helping my friend move a la Dunken Donuts coffee. Holla if you get the reference.

This is actually a little trick I employed when I was younger because it seemed part of me always needed patched up and I didn't want to use up all of the Band-Aids in the house. I remember using masking tape back when, but duct tape really gives off that DIY vibe.

Getting ready for the all-nighter

The weekend is here - and it feels great! Even though it's only Thursday, myself and several other people who have what my sister once called "a real job" have tomorrow off. What's even greater is that I got off work at 1 PM today. So what am I doing with my time? Let's start a new paragraph.
After work I washed some dishes and did some general tinkering around. Wait, that's not exciting. What's exciting are the plans I have for this evening. I'm driving back to my new house, which I so far haven't really been living in, and I'm going to spend my first night there. Big news stuff, am I right? What's more is I'm going to do my laundry there. Why? Because I can. Duh.
So I'm really looking forward to this. I'm doing a little bit more moving of random junk I've got lying around my room in the house I'm renting. I think I'm going to pick up a pair of rabbit ears to pull in local channels at the new place (no cable or internet there yet) and I'm taking over a shall book shelf/case to set my bedroom tv on. Because you need a bedroom tv.
And then I might have a movie night but go shopping beforehand so I actually have food in the house. That way I can eat something when I wake up. That would be nice.