Saturday, October 2, 2004
DREAM: Invasion of the Moron Zombie People From Hell
I went into a public restroom. It was really smelly and dirty, and I was debating when I went into a stall whether I actually wanted to sit down because it was so disgusting, but I didn't really have a choice. I sit down and close the door, but the door doesn't shut too well. Other people come in to the restroom and they're looking to see if my stall is occupied. It's bad enough that they can't see me through the crack in the stall, but they keep pushing on the door. I'm pushing back, yelling, "just a minute!!!" but they don't stop. Finally I let them open the door and see me sitting on the stall with my pants down. Instead of saying, "Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry!" (as any normal person would say if they made such a stupid blunder), they stare at me, as if they're wondering what I'm doing there. Or maybe they're stupid zombie people. They don't leave, they just keep staring. I'm really pissed off, so I lean back so that my pelvis is tilted upward, and start o to pee at them. They still stare at me, gluttons for punishment that they are, these moron zombie people. I forgot what happened next.
Posted by Ann on 10/02/04@12:22 PM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?
I guess I just don't know whether this picture is REALLY CUTE or REALLY BIZARRE. Maybe both.
Posted by Ann on 10/02/04@12:15 PM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?
Thursday, September 30, 2004
DREAM with dogs and generous but unknown people
I was taking both of the dogs outside together on leashes by myself (this is not an easy feat...trust me). I took them out the front door, which is even more difficult because of the steps. There was snow outside, except our house seemed different, like an old brownstone. The steps were wider. There were people milling about outside and the dogs were getting all tangled in the wrought iron rails. I was trying to manage this with quite some difficulty. There was a young fawn pug that came up the steps, and I was petting it. There was also a small black animal, and I don't know if it was a cat or a pug puppy. It was playing around but somehow fell on the steps and after that it seemed like it couldn't walk. I was worried about it, and I didn't know where its owners were. I had to go back inside to get something, maybe put my own dogs away, and when I came back out, it seemed to be ok. It had a little white bib. I wanted to make it my pet. Then I went back inside the building, and there were a bunch of people sitting around our living room with presents. Stan was there and showed me a box that was a present from some people. The people who gave it to us were there. They were fairly non-descript, and I didn't know them, and I felt strange accepting a present from some people who I had no idea who they were. The woman was about 5'7", brown wavy/curly hair. very generic. Her husband/boyfriend was about the same height or maybe shorter, large hooked nose, black almost dark hair, light skin, and spoke with some sort of British or Australian accent, but I couldn't tell which. They were in their late 20s/early 30s, I'd guess, and were talking about politics. I opened the package, which was approximately a little less than 1 cubic foot in size. It contained a bunch of VHS tapes, like PBS documentary miniseries on various subjects. A strange gift, I thought at first, but then I thought I'd probably actually watch them and learn something from them. Who were these people, how did they know us, and why would they spend all this money on us?
Posted by Ann on 09/30/04@10:46 AM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
So why is it assumed everyone automatically has a fax?
"Give me your fax number and I'll fax it over to you."
Shouldn't they be saying, "Would you like me to fax this or send it to you?"
And if they can fax, why can't they email? Why is faxing something an option, but emailing a pdf file isn't?
FAX is a technology I just skipped. Never got one, hate them, hated having to use them at jobs. It's a dead technology, and why it doesn't go the way of betamax is beyond me.
Posted by Ann on 09/29/04@12:43 PM CST ..::Link::..2 Screamers.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Don't ask how I got on the topic
But did you know that "mullets" have their own category in the Google Directory?
Check this site out: Mullet Madness. Cracked me up.
Did you know that this site (my site) is only one of three sites that come up when doing a search on "molesterstache? (not that you'd want to...search on it, that is) I'm surprised the word isn't in more common use.
Posted by Ann on 09/28/04@03:57 PM CST ..::Link::..6 Screamers.
Monday, September 27, 2004
My .04 Worth
So I get a check in the mail today for 4 cents. It's from "Overture" which I believe to be something similar to Google's AdSense (which I use). The check is from a pay period ending April 22. Wow, a 5-month lag time before they issue you a check. That company can't be doing very well. But the weird thing is...I only have Google AdSense ads on my site, and a few Amazon links on some pages I don't update anymore. I don't subscribe to Overture. In fact, I didn't even know what it was until I did a search on it. The search also revealed they're connected with Commission Junction, which I did use about 4 years ago. But that was many site designs ago, and all those pages have been removed from my server. What the hell is this 4 cents from? The only thing I can think of, is that someone stole a page of mine while I had CJ ads on it, and uploaded it to their site, someone clicked on the CJ ad, and I am getting paid (well, I'd hardly call 4 cents a payment, but technically, it is). Or, someone went to the online wayback machine and somehow managed to get a version of my site 4 years ago. Who knows. Very baffling. I've certainly spent my 4 cents already confusulating about this mystery.
Posted by Ann on 09/27/04@03:52 PM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?
Political Compass Re-Test
I retook my political compass test again. This time I'm:
Economic Left/Right: -4.62
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -5.59
Last year I was:
Economic Left/Right: -5.38
I still match The Dalai Lama the closest.
Posted by Ann on 09/27/04@10:34 AM CST ..::Link::..4 Screamers.
DREAM with Bill and Hoppers
I was in some strange sort of setting that I couldn't figure out. I was sitting on a chair with a fat woman (I don't know how we both fit in the chair together! LOL!) who I think was someone I knew in high school/college. We were looking at something together, like something for work, and Bill came along and sat down on the floor by us. Bill looked very weird, and old. His skin was very pale, and Bill does NOT have pale skin. The texture of his skin looked bad too. Didn't really look like him, but it was him. Then there were these grasshoppers flicking all over the place. I was getting aggitated at the grasshoppers and Bill was laughing at my reaction to them (which IS very Bill!)