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Is there no end to it?
(Crossposted to DW.)

So, I just got around to watching that epic 70-minute-long review of The Phantom Menace that everyone's been raving about. And I get 17 minutes in, to discover that the reviewer expects me to find it amusing that his narrator "character" has ( TRIGGER WARNING )

I find this sort of thing CRITICAL NEED-TO-KNOW INFORMATION when being presented with a YouTube video.

So, if you haven't seen it yet, I strongly strongly advise against it. I feel sick.

2*2*7
I nearly hit a car this morning on my way to work--it suddenly veered off the road, I'm assuming due to something like a flat tire. The whole workday was very busy. And I seem to be getting some sort of cold, only a few weeks after getting over a different one.

But my mom sent me a lovely card and we had a nice talk on the phone, my coworkers took me out to lunch, I got wonderful Facebook updates in my e-mail all day from people writing on my Wall, not to mention the well-wishes on LJ and Twitter, and a certain Julia and a certain Mike called me to sing "Happy Birthday to You".

Best birthday ever. Thanks, friends. :)

Blogurrrrr
I have posted some rage over at Dreamwidth! I feel more and more like posting such things, and I would sort of like to keep them separate from what I use this journal for. But that doesn't mean I don't want my friends and acquaintances to read my DW if they want to! All are welcome.

What.
Trigger warning--what I'm linking to involves someone's opinion of the Roman Polanski arrest.

I find this to be fucked up. Specifically, the beginning and end of the second paragraph, and the end of the third paragraph (which is a joke that I get, but still).

Am I wrong?

Ides
Two weeks of full-time work. Not really that different from what I was already doing--just more of it. Can't wait for my first bigger paycheck, bounce bounce bounce.

Life has been ... interesting, in other ways that I haven't really talked about around here. But I have a better job, and an ever-growing number of good friends, so I'm not too inclined to try to whine about anything right now. :D

Oh, and every time I consider starting a "real" blog, not only do I not do it, but I don't write anything on LJ for a month. Good to know there are still constants.

This is how I spend my 2 AM
Is there anyone reading this who is both an NPLer and a fan of the webcomic Achewood? Because I just realized, a week late, that we were recently given a LAST-LETTER CHANGE (*2*4, *6) (none MW).

That is all.

Update
Sending this briefly by e-mail. I'm not sure how close I'll be to an
Internet connection over the next few days. If you need to contact me,
you can e-mail me at my LJ username at gmail dot com, as I will
probably at least find a way to check that now and again. Thanks.

A brief and meta photo essay
"It's been some time since the world has seen my handsome mug. I should take a picture!"

( Because you can't handle this much of me without a warning )

Pictures!
Would I lie to you?

While I doubted the usefulness of taking this picture, it has now become humorous to me because it's about six weeks old at this point.

Frito-Lay accurately assesses my general sources of fun.

Slappy wants to know why I had to take a picture of him while he was in the bathroom. It's very rude.

Photographic evidence of the elusive Julia (

jedusor)! You can see her reflection in the seat because it's shiny. And my reflection in the window because it's after midnight.

This is not an entry.
Things I need to post about:

1) The end of the Mystery Hunt. Yes, almost six months later and I still haven't gotten around to it. There were Reasons.

2) My trip to Massachusetts last month.

3) Assorted (okay, about 3) pictures.

Also, before I give them up to random strangers, does anyone want or need a Dreamwidth invite code? I have two that I never used. (Kinda like my Dreamwidth account itself. Need to reconsider my drive for writing things!)

July? No, I was entirely honest.
I have things to report, but I don't feel much like writing at the moment. Stay tuned to this station until I get myself together.

Comedy minute
From a New York Times story. Quoting the portion relative to my sense of humor:

"Yahoo called me eight weeks ago," he said, voice rising. "They wanted to put a book of mine on Yahoo! You know what I told them? 'To hell with you. To hell with you and to hell with the Internet.'

"It’s distracting," he continued. "It’s meaningless; it’s not real. It’s in the air somewhere."

A Yahoo spokeswoman said it was impossible to verify Mr. Bradbury’s account without more details.

You'd think that a Yahoo spokeswoman would already have some details on the non-in-the-air-ness of the Internet.

Ha!
Just noticed, on the label of a bottle of concentrated laundry detergent:

"concentrated detergent
use less"

I'm edgy.
I have been feeling an itch lately to write about stuff that (arguably) wouldn't fit in a personal journal. "Political" topics like feminism, fat acceptance, and anarchism--but not necessarily limited to those. If I did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't put it here ... maybe on my Dreamwidth account?

The tricky part is where I really dislike my writing.

I also feel like I made this same exact post on here a few months ago, but I'm too sleepy to go check. That's the mark of a fine blogger, right there.

My junk supply is endless
Pepperoni P'Zone for only $5!

. . . because it's 90% bread.

(But I kid. It was okay.)

Junk!
I like Pepsi Throwback.

Also Pizza Cravers Doritos.

Come back in July, when I tell you about my flossing technique.

. . . to Texas
This was part of a postmark on a letter we received at work a while back. The last line, with all that it implies, just cracks me up.

From taxes . . .
I sent in my federal tax return last month, along with a payment of X dollars.

I got a letter a few days ago that explained that, due to an error I had made in not noticing that I could qualify for extra stimulus money, I was actually due a refund of Y dollars. The very next day, I received a check for said Y dollars. Yay!

Except. If I'm reading the letter right, it wasn't just that I overpaid by Y dollars, but that I was due a refund of Y dollars from the beginning. It would seem to me that I am also owed my original payment of X dollars.

So, what should I do? Contact the IRS ... excuse me, the Treasury Department right away? Wait for the other check they're likely to send along soon? Read my tax forms more carefully? Well, all right, I've already learned my lesson on that last one.

Double G
I'm going to promote this from a mere Facebook status update, because I am genuinely curious: does anyone else bounce in their dreams?

It seems to happen to me whenever I have some distance to travel by foot that would normally take several minutes. It's like the dream is doing the best it can to speed up the process, without completely breaking my suspension of disbelief. Basically, imagine someone running across the surface of the moon, only way more exaggerated than even that--I'm getting maybe 30 or 40 feet in the air on each bounce. And despite it happening over and over in my dreams, I always have this little fear in the back of my mind that this shouldn't be possible, and gravity is going to reassert itself in the middle of one of my bounces and give me many broken bones.

That's not weird, right? Right?