I'll be doing Nano next month....

Consider me "Out Of The Office."

Apply at my writing blog for more information.

I need chocolate and tea now.

Nothing has happened in MY life. Which is why I haven't blogged for a whopping 15 days. I"M ON A NON-BLOGGING STREAK! KEEP IT GOING.. Oh. I just broke it.

Oh, I bet you don't hate me too much for breaking it. Right? Right? That's right, you're merciful, beautiful human beings. And if you're not human, that's all right, I'm not intolerant. I tolerate everyone. Except injustice.

Yes, that was a marvellous and marvellously subtle quote from Ryan Cook, the grind-core metal screamer turned Country Artist. He's hilarious when not singing, you should look him up. *nods* Yes, though I am feeling significantly more friendly towards Country then I used to, I'm still only on the fringes of the the Genre. Sugarland? Please, Please, stop WHINING at me. Thank you.

And some people are reading that last paragragh again, trying to winnow out some logic. They will fail, of course, but it's a good hope. Everyone would have some abitions in life. It builds character!

Whew, it looks like the blogging portion of my brain is beside its self and gibbering with joy at finally being let out. I should put the rest of this post into bullet points to scare it into coherency.

1.) Country music.
-Yes, I did say that I was feeling more friendly towards the genre.
-Why, you ask?
-I will tell you.
> Taylor Swift
~*hums Breathe and You Belong With Me.*
~Also, this is a chance to be anti-Kanye! WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE?!!?!?!?!?!????

>Also, the weather channel.
~Why the weather channel, you ask?
~Oh, I will tell you.
} My wicket at work is DIRECTLY in front of the television.
} Said television, for eight months, played the Weather Channel.
} Have you heard those well-dressed and well-heeled persons try to hide

their glee at disasters, manufacture doom and gloom to talk about, and

recycle the same clip every twenty minutes all day- for eight months?
+ Yes? Then you know my pain
+ No? THEN COUNT YOUR BLESSED BLESSINGS.
} When the television was changed to CMT, I counted my blessings and

enjoyed the pretty music, trucks, and hair on display.
+ Seriously, there was a lot of pretty hair.
>Therefore I don't hate the genre so much.
>Thank you.
>*bows*
2.) Snow.
-It snowed yesterday, and this morning.
-I went for a walk in steel toed boots, and then dried out my pant legs by the fire and

drank hot chocolate for five hours.
-This is an excellent way to spend the day.
-You should all try it.
-*nods at you*
3.) My Mother is hardcore.
-If I haven't mentioned this before, shame on me. She really is wonderful, and spectacularly multi-talented.
-She also can walk around half the day with splinters driven up under her nails, unconcerned.
>Sorry, what?
>Yes, you read that correctly.
>Splinters, under her fingernails.
~Well, one fingernail.
~But still.
>She was putting the salt away in the kitchen, and accidentally picked up a splinter.
~This splinter was easily two centimetres long.
} That's PAST the nail bed, people.
~And then I couldn't pull it out with my dinky tweezers.
~So I went to work.
~And Mommy did an afternoon's work around the house.
} *takes a moment to hyperventilate over my mother's pain tolerance

threshold.*
~She said when I got back, that "Heh, maybe we can get it out with hot wax?"
} (Think about this for a second, people. Hot wax? Splinters up under

fingernails? Anyone else seeing a disturbing trend here? A certain flavour?

Yes? No? Next we break out the boiling oil to make it slip out really easily?)
~Daddy pulled it out in the evening.
~And Mommy continued to be unconcerned, beyond mentioning that it was funny,

she was having phantom pain all the way up to her elbow before it was taken out.

-HARDCORE, I tell you, people. My mother is EXEMPLARY.
-And now I'm more concerned when she says that childbirth isn't really that bad...

"We're not speaking. We had, an argument."

I am a Mac loyalist, and a little bit of a Mac racist. I mean, I will use Windows if absolutely necessary*, but only if absolutely necessary*. I mean, it's shiny, it always treats me right, and it makes witty jokes ads about other boys computers. *cough* No, I don't suffer from acute anthropomorphism of electronics✢, why do you ask?

I also started a Youtube account. This was prompted by my SHINY new jewelry which I had to show off, and mainly intended for my close freinds. (They seem to think me being incoherent and giddy is amusing/loveable/entertaining. You see why I'm friends with them? I NEED that ego-stroking❧!)

I've been making videos. (All three of them!) Without edits. Or grammar. WHooooooo, I'm grammar-free! And Bahnree, who I dearly love, suggested I use edits, on more videos. I whined and complained and agreed. Because I'm just gracious like that.

Actually I told Fraulein that she had to make a vlog. Because I'm just courteous like that. So we filmed four takes, with the intention of editing them together. And then we opened iMovie. And the abusive behaviour started.

It was a bit confusing at first, but I figured we could get through it. We cut out the bits we didn't want, added an effect or two (crickets sound effects!) and then the audio disappeared. Um, what? So we re-imported the offending clip and tried again. And again. And Again. It kept loosing the clips? Finally we get it to work, and go to export it. (this is an hour and a half later?) The benighted thing FREEZES. Okay, that would be fine, only IT DIDN"T SAVE. *anger*

I don't feel like going over all the pain and repedative steps of pain. Suffice it to say, two hours later, I am not speaking to my OS. It DECIVED me. *sulks* I want to like your iMovie, OSX, really I do, but no. Just no. I can't take that kind of abuse from my computer. I'm a delicate and easily angered person, that's why I came to you in the first place! Just take iMovie aside and give him a talking to, and I"m sure we can get along just fine in the future. Don't bother to talk to me before iMovie has been punished. *lofty*

*turns away*

*Absolutely Necessary. "No, you may not use your personal laptop on the secure network." "No, our budget does not allow for a mac in addition to the other public-use machines." "No, we only have the one computer in the college, why do you ask?" And things of that ilk.

✢Anthropomorphism of Electronics. Don't worry, Yinsen, honey, they didn't mean those mean things. You just stay over here with me, I'll recharge your battery and it'll all be fine.

❧ Ego-Stroking. "You're so pretty... *stares*"

Coffee!

I also spilled the lovely coffee on myself. Go me. :D