Random thoughts and questions

Since this was a kids-of-employees holiday party, there were pictures. I found one of Jeremy the Juggler (without the childswarm) to help you all fully appreciate the dude who was unicycling around the executives, the trading desk, the portfolio managers, and other stodgy stuffed-shirt types calling out into his porta-mic "come on everybody, let's get up and dance!"

It's cool, he works at air traffic control.

Back on the narcotics. Back to beginning levels of pain. This is ludicrous.

BOOOOOO.

(sympathy like)

According to Facebook, DamienF is in hospital on a ventilator after apparently being assaulted last night :(

SUPREME DISLIKE. Best wishes to Damien and friends/family. :(

Holy fuck. :(

Oh sweet Cthulhu. If more details are eventually forthcoming, can we form a BF posse?

Oh man, that's just awful! I hope he pulls through!

On an impulse, I bought a couple decks of tarot cards. I love the illustration styles. So I sat down to learn a little bit about doing readings because, hey, monkey curiosity, plus maybe I can do it as a laugh at parties or something, if I ever went to parties, that is. I find it interesting that it was born as a game and only later became seriously used for fortune-telling and personality readings.

The guide I'm using seemed like a good way to do this. It is mostly a straightforward explanation of the rules of the "game," with an emphasis on using the cards as a Rorschach test--your interpretation tells you something about your unconscious. That's a bit hippy-dippy for me, but hey, the unconscious is mysterious, why not.

Then she comes along and tells a story about how she was doing daily readings for herself while being a stay-at-home mom:

Now I don't think I can finish the lesson. Respect lost. Dag nab it, my skepticism is ruining my fun AGAIN~!

You can actually play a real card game with tarot decks, which is why I have a couple of them,

Another day, another round of me vs. snow. Guess who won (hint: I have a busted knee that says it's snow!)

Boo! Last time my dad got in a fight with snow, he had to go to the hospital for a heart attack. Be careful with that stuff!

Wow! Sorry to hear that.
It's not nearly as bad for me, I'm very clumsy in general so when there's snow I always fall at least three times, every goddamn year. I probably should feel lucky, it's not even that bad. Although I'm feeling anxious because this Tuesday I'll have my first driving lesson in the snow. I really hope I don't wreck my poor instructor's car.

I don't know what would be worse, driving in snow or driving in cocaine...

It actually didn't turn out that bad, all things considered. Plus, apparently "heart attack triggered by shoveling snow" is a pretty common thing, so hospitals in the area were prepped to deal with a spike in cases. From the time he decided to go to the hospital to the time he made it into an operating room for a stint (which included being transported from one hospital to another) was only 45 minutes. It was pretty amazing!

So I'm suing the crap out of Seth McFarlane. I need some royalties or something.



Airdate: September 25, 2011

So... speaking of snow, it's been rather elusive where I live. Considering I live in Wisconsin, this is not normal.

Go home Nature, you are drunk.

Sounds like you need a pair of these!

It is a bit hippy-dippy, but that is pretty much how I used my deck (I should start reading them again, it was fun in a goofy way) and it works much better. And tends to be true-ish, really, the cards are generally vague enough where if something leaps to your mind when you're interpreting them, well, that's probably something you're either worrying about or hoping for or whatever and may or may not have realized it.

Not so much the "wtf these same cards KEEP COMING UP" stuff. Sure, there were cards that seemed to come up more often for me than others, but that's still the subconscious thing, I am sure. I noticed X card more often because X card seemed to be more pertinent to what I was asking, where some other card I may have drawn just as much I didn't notice as much, because it wasn't as in-my-face relevant.

Once upon a time, I was doing readings for a couple of friends. One of them was Ingmar, who was still Just A Friend I Had A Huge Crush On Don't Tell Anyone Though. So after doing a reading for two other friends, Ingmar (who is totally not into this shit even a teeny tiny bit, not even for funsies, which should've clued me in right there ~he likes me too~) asked for a reading. And it was ALL about forming a new relationship and how there might be some obstacles but if they were overcome it would be awesome blah blah blah. I felt totally embarrassed, and was trying super hard not to be all ME IT MEANS ME MAKE OUT WITH MEEEEEE. I believe Ingmar's reaction was, "Huh."

Then they made me read MINE and it was basically the same thing, which I remember specifically laughing as I turned over one of the same cards Ingmar had pulled in a similar spot. I felt pretty flustered, not because of ~mystic forces~ or anything, just because "CHRIST JUST MY LUCK I WOULD PULL A BUNCH OF EMBARRASSING BULLSHIT AND NOT BE ABLE TO THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE."


We totally made out later that night though. <3

I am tired of reading cat stories on the internet. This is like getting tired of breathing. Something's wrong with me. (I'm only half-joking...)

That reminds me of a cat story...

We had a stray when I was a kid. It was a fluffy gray long hair named Pussywillow. I'm pretty sure one of my sisters named it. The name was actually accurate as far as color went. Pussywillow generally adopted well to domestic life. One summer day while my parents were out and aboot I was home alone (around nine or so at the time, I'm not sure if this would be considered child neglect by today's standards -- quite possibly) and there was Pussywillow hanging out on the driveway. I picked Pussywillow up. I had done this before and Pussywillow had never expressed any displeasure at being held.

This day she did. The expression came in the form of her claws rending the flesh of my arms. I tried to drop her when it became clear that her goal was evisceration but somehow she managed to keep flopping in such a way that I couldn't successfully release her. Imagine trying to unstick tape from the tips of your fingers except instead of tape it's a cat and instead of being sticky there's blood everywhere.

Pussywillow finally managed to get to the ground and scurried under the nearby truck. From there she went elsewhere. I don't know where because I never saw her again.

With her freed from my arms I did the only sensible thing: I started crying at the top of my lungs. This got the attention of our next door neighbor, a friendly lady who took me in and mended me as best she could, cleaning up the long and bloody scratches that were covering both arms. When my parents got home they took me to the hospital and I got a tetanus shot. My childhood was pretty much a series of tetanus shots because the animal kingdom had it in for me for some reason.

And that's my cat story.

Dude, totally NSFW!!!!!!!!!!!

If I watch it for a while will it randomly clear up and I can see boobs?

You're becoming Elianascape? Mazel tov!

In a few minutes I have to leave for church. My MIL is doing her big choir thing today, and so I have to go sit through a service. DO NOT WANT. Churches creep me out.

Share it with us, obviously.

MIL's pastor should NOT write poetry. I had to work very hard not to cackle during his poems. (There were several.) At one point he was doing the religious version of "one fish two fish red fish blue fish" and I thought I was going to piss myself laughing.

Anyway, I survived church. I never want to go back, but I managed. I have all sorts of weird, bad feelings about churches. But I lived, and I didn't laugh at the pastor. So... yay?

And you didn't burst into flames. I'm pretty sure I'd do that if I walked into a church nowadays.

I actually joked about that with my mom. I'm a godless queer blah blah blah and I should burn in hell, I'm sure...

I don't think this qualifies as nerdy enough for nerd rage, so I'm gonna just leave it here.

Why the hell don't I have the option to disable parental controls on the 3DS? I understand why they're there, but I'm a grown-ass adult for cripe's sake and I don't want to have to put in an extra goddamn password just because I'm not at home and need to connect to a new wifi hotspot.

Likewise, why does XBox Live assume that my husband is my parent just because we have a family pack and he is the account holder? I AM AN ADULT. LET ME DISABLE PARENTAL CONTROLS. Also stop telling me that my sign-in will change some settings when we're signed in at the same time. WE HAVE THE SAME SETTINGS.

Finally, this Netflix for Kids shit needs to get off of my consoles, especially if it's gonna show me kids shit in the "normal" Netflix anyway. Or at least let me choose a default mode.

Just one more factoid to chalk up in the "evidence for atheism" column. Either that, or God is less of a nutjob than some of his followers.

Oh, and there was one hymn called "I Hear the Lord." I first read it as "I Heart the Lord," and I was thinking "wow, they write hymns with internet slang? Pretty cool for a bunch of old-- oops, never mind."

As someone who lived with a lady roommate while maintaining a relationship with another lady - so long as you're a stand-up dude about things (which, duh, you're Elyscape) it can work just fine. The important thing is that everyone knows what's what.