So, Ren Faire weekend came and went. Oh wait, that's right. It was canceled. Something about the permit not being approved by the city commissioners for their new site. Sad.
So I had a LAN party instead, which was equally fun.

I also went to the Browncoat BBQ shindig last Sunday, stupid me forgetting to bring the camera, so I have no pictures to post. But I met someone! And she's a geek! And, after much awkwardness, we have a date on Saturday! ^_^

Maybe the ren faire cancellation wasn't so bad?

Phooey, I was supposed to post this last night, but I guess I was too damn tired.
An interesting occurrence happened as I was awaiting a ride from Diana to the PDX 'Coats weekly Angel nights.
I was sitting outside my store when I was happened upon by three asian girls, who were doing an assignment for their English class of asking random people a bunch of random questions. Language classes are fun!
I digress.
So, one of them asks me a question which gets a bit lost in translation, but I manage to identify that it involved the word shopping. After a bit of time, I realized she was asking, "Where do you like to go shopping?"
Obviously these questions weren't gender specific... :P
I reply, being the frugal college student I am, that I don't really go shopping because I want to. I go shopping if I'm desperately something, for instance: food.
It obviously wasn't the answer she was probably looking for, but she goes and jots that down.
Then, the second girl speaks up: "May I ask you question?"
I reply, "Sure, why not!" (Diana hasn't shown up yet at this point)
This one has multiple questions.
"Do you have a sister?"
Nope, I'm an only child. The others immediately chime in, "Ooh! Only child!" ^_^
Next question...
"Do you speak more than three languages?"
Well, I did take three years of spanish in high school, so I guess that counts in a way. But I don't remember a lot of it. So no, maybe 1 and a half? (I failed to mention that I was interested in learning both Mandarin Chinese and Japanese at some point.)
Final question...
"Do you....sing in the shower?"
...
I'm a little surprised by this one, and my manly senses immediately direct me to say no. However, after prodding the question, I reveal that I sing occasionally. This makes all three giggle uncontrollably and then the one that asked the question immediately follows up with "What song?"
To this I had no answer, I can't even remember the last song I sung in the shower.
Finally, Diana shows up at this point, which is rapidly evolving into a very awkward situation. I tell them that my ride had arrived and that, unfortunately, I had to go. They sounded extremely disappointed and even apologized, for apparently making it uncomfortable. I tell them it was no problem and wave goodbye. I got in the car and went off to Angel.

Like I said, interesting...

My picture is apparently in an article of Pop Culture Zoo.

Neat.

Let's see...

Too much beer? Check.

Not enough money? Check.

Lots of people/establishments wanting money? Check.

School situation still up in the air? Check.

Frustrating customers at work? Check.

Too few hours at work? Check.

Serenity screening madness? Check.

...I better get the mop...

"Once upon an awkward adolescence, there was a girl that tripped often and spoke very little, a boy who ate too much junk food, but spoke a lot, and his identical twin that hit things and spoke even more.
Then along came a pianist with very wiggly fingers and a baseball bat.
Hence...the musical misadventures unfolded.
It all started with “The Fratellis,” Stolen Babies’ original 12+ member group.
Horns blared, oversized dolls jumped out of toy boxes, squabbles were had, babies were stolen, turned into flies and fed to giant spiders. Eventually, the blundering theatrics came to an end, but the four stuck together.

More misadventure, more junk food…"

Did I mention that Stolen Babies need to do another show here soon?

Correction. Lacuna Coil, Within Temptation and Stolen Babies need to another show here soon. When I'm not sick.

Fuck, I'm gutted.

Excuse me while I avoid anything football related for at least a couple months.

Right...that whole post "tomorrow" about the con...oops.

Saturday
Left Portland with karaksindru about 6ish and got into Seattle about 9:30. Drinks and attempting to play Mario Kart and Brawl at  duaiwe's were pretty much the dominant theme of the evening.

Whoooo!

I got Gigi Edgley's autograph!

That is all.

(For more of an official post about the con, check in tomorrow.)

2-1

[45'] Ballack
[57'] Rooney
[85'] Ballack (Penalty)

The title race is still on.

ETA: And, Carlos Queiroz, shut your toad mouth. Nobody likes you.

Birthday post.

So forget about all that previous birthday wishlist nonsense.

This is the only link you'll ever need.

What.
The.
Fuck.
Just.
Happened.

How in God's name did we go from 1-0 up to 2-1 down to FUCKING FENERBAHCE!?

I got visits from friends! Yay!

Guh...Images of the Milwall penalty loss in '95 are re-appearing.

Congrats, Barnsley.

Yes, I know it's more than a month away. But I'm the type who'll forget to tell people what I want. And that won't be fun. ^_^
(Most of these are DVDs by the way... ^_^)
* Seasons 3-10 of Stargate SG1
* Season 7 of Star Trek: The Next Generation
* Seasons 2-6 of Star Trek: DS9
* Series 2 of The Office (the BBC one)
* Season 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
* Seasons 3-5 of Angel
(That's all for DVDs...)
* Symphonic Metal related things, particularly something relating to Within Temptation. (For the person who gets them to perform a show here on my birthday, I will love you for all eternity.)
* Anything relating to science fiction. More than likely, I'll like it.
* Anything related to...wait a minute, you guys are supposed to know what I want. I shouldn't have to type out a list... ^_^

and, this is most likely my gift to myself, but if anyone feels inclined...they can get me this. Already done with.

Anyway, I'm done.

See the recently posted...erm...post...

(Shamelessly stolen from a Facebook group, edited the spelling errors as well)

Why YOU should date a Starbucks Barista

1. We're used to whipped cream getting everywhere.

2. We make everything extra hot.

3. We know how to keep you up in the morning.

4. We won't fall asleep afterwards.

5. We know how to make anyone smile.

6. We initiate conversations.

7. We're used to getting sticky liquids on us.

8. No matter how crazy the request, we always say yes.

9. Nobody grinds like we do.

10. We're all cross trained to work in any position.

11. We always give you enough cream so you won't complain.

12. We stay fresh for an hour and only need four to five minutes to re-brew.

13. We eliminate the need to do it yourself at home.

14. We can keep you awake all night.

15. If we don't give it to you like you want it, we'll keep trying until we make you happy.

16. When we're ready to give you what you want, we'll yell at the top of our lungs no matter how many people are in the room.

17. If giving you what you want is too much for us to handle, we'll ask someone else to help.

18. We always clean up after a spill.

19. If you're lucky, you'll get a free pound a week.

20. Black and khaki looks great on your floor in the morning.

21. We can use both hands to multitask.

22. If you are dissatisfied afterwards, we'll give it to you for free next time.

23. We can get up early, get to work on time, and go all day long without complaining.

Screw you, Hank Steinbrenner

"Go anywhere in America and you won't see Red Sox hats and jackets, you'll see Yankee hats and jackets. This is a Yankee country. We're going to put the Yankees back on top and restore the universe to order *"

*cue Imperial March

The Yankees really are the Galactic Empire. I knew it!

The problem with dating a West Ham supporter is that, on a day such as this, I'm prone to lose money to keep said West Ham supporter happy. There's $30 I'll never see again...

Just kidding.

Even though I probably should post an exclamation point filled post about the match today, I won't.
Because said West Ham supporter is right behind me and is in arm's reach of something sharp and pointy.

Off to dinner, I suppose...

Chelsea 1 Tottenham 2

I'm not gonna go into a long rant about the match, simply because I feel I'm more intelligent and aware than any Spurs supporter I've come in contact with since the match ended.

Yes. You're delirious with joy. I get that. You're supposed to be after you've won a cup final. The only one you'll win for the next five years at that.

Bridge's handball was questionable at best, and honestly, it was a penalty that let you back into the game.

Now will you please fuck off and leave a Chelsea fan to grieve over what might have been for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES?

Addendum. BBC Sport and Graham Taylor especially, you can fuck off too.
"Didier Drogba, John Terry and (Petr) Cech run straight to the referee to have a pointless moan which is all very unseemly."
"The best winners know how to lose properly. I was so disappointed to see the reaction of two or three of the Chelsea players at the final whistle. It was disgraceful and completely wrong."

The reason why the players ran after the ref was because he blew the whistle right in the middle of an Chelsea attacking move. For the good of the game, you don't blow the whistle when a team that's DOWN a goal is making one last attack. It only would've made me feel a tad better knowing that we had made one last effort at the death to draw level.

Now see, you've made me rant when I didn't want to.

Piss off now, yeah?

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,

Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',

While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,

And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour.

"'Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my cheap hardcore!" -

Quoth the server,

"404".

See the original

I haven't posted in more than a month?

That's strange.

Nope, that's done with.

Happy Hanukk... That's done with too.

Happy Halloween?

...

Happy New Year then?

WTF? It's 2008 already?

...

Okay, so maybe I'm still pissed off from the past couple days with the Chelsea match, but I feel like I can't stand even the smallest amount of stupidity from people these days.

I'm sitting at work now, passing time before my closing shift today. A while ago, two complete numskull rednecks were sitting to the side of my table, talking about invariably stupid topics such as American football, reading their horoscopes, and wrestling (of the WWE variety).
So they get up to leave and as one of 'em returns from the trash, looks at me and says...and I quote...
"As if you couldn't be more interested...Faggot."
My response: Ummm, wtf mate?
His friend returns and he heads out the door, but not before he mentions: "Say goodbye to the faggot" and points in my direction.
The ass, of course, had to stop and knock on the window to give me the finger before he continued his loser-ish existence. I responded in kind with the two fingered salute, which of course he had no idea that I just insulted him back, so he left. It gave me some satisfaction, but yeah, an overall insulting experience.

Fucking twat.

Fuck off, Phil Dowd.

Handball, my ass. Not once during the replays did I see Ashley Cole's hand reach out and touch the ball to clear it off the line. It was close to the arm, but the majority of the ball hit the chest. Now, the last time I checked the rules of football, handball does apply if the ball hits anywhere from the fingertips to the top of the shoulder and, this is the important part, is deliberately handled. I saw neither of those instances in the replays.
Therefore, the Villa penalty was null and the match should've ended 4-3.

For the majority of the match, it was exactly why I love the Premiership over any football league in the world. I was shocked and surprised when Villa went 2-0 up, but we fought back and leveled at 2-2, even leading 3-2 at one point. Villa comes back to level, 3-3, but a wonderful Ballack free kick puts it at 4-3. (Some say the Ballack free kick, a result of a foul on Joe Cole, shouldn't have been allowed. However, from the replay, it's perfectly clear that Martin Laursen is not going for the ball with his tackle.) Nowhere else, not even in any other sport do you get matches like that. Not ever

However, Phil Dowd just can't seem to leave it at that.
Way to spoil a classic match, you turd. Please drop dead at the earliest convenience.

So, a friend of mine did this, only I'm gonna change it up a bit.

Go to Wikipedia, select random article, this is your band name.
Hit random article again, this is your album title.
Keep hitting random article until you have 15 titles for songs.

So, I'm gonna take this and run with it; I've come up with a bit of backstory for mine. (Because frankly, who cares for stuff that's copied word for word?)

Feel free to laugh if you so choose.

"The world of the nautical metal genre has, for the most part, been ghostly silent for the past ten years. Ever since the breakup of Titanik, made famous for their track entitled "No More Lifeboats", there hasn't been a musical force to move the sinking genre forward. Out of the wreckage though comes a new vessel that hopes to keep nautical metal afloat. HMS Ferret is comprised mostly of relatively unknown musicians, save for the lead guitarist, who was one of the founding members in the ill-fated Titanik until his departure two years before the band broke up.
The title of HMS Ferret's debut album, "Peruvian Sheartail", might grind the ear at first, but playing the CD shatters that perception as a hammer taken to a block of ice. The opening track, "Secretary to the Admiralty" evokes the ghosts of the old Titanik sound with a salvo of heavy hitting riffs. From there, the music transitions to a more traditional metal sound with the tracks "Showdown at Centerpoint" and "USS Hawkbill (SSN-666)". The band also shows it can soothe the savage metal beast with softer tracks; the almost gothic at points "Rollins Pass" as well as the very folk influenced "Schiphorst". It's back to the thrash sound afterwards with speed tracks like "Flag of the Isle of Man" and "Bergedorf Round Table". The album ends with the tragic sounding, and very deserving to be placed among the classics of nautical metal "Protium Attenduatum" and it perhaps it is this track alone that sums up the band's potential. Nautical metal, by its very definition, is an extremely turbulent genre that tends to send rising musicians to the depths of obscurity. HMS Ferret does an excellent job at raising a genre out of the sea of mediocrity, but time will tell how long they will weather the storm.

Full Track List
Secretary to the Admiralty
Correspondent
Showdown at Centerpoint
Grindelwald
Philosophy of Psychology
Rollins Pass
USS Hawkbill (SSN-666)
Perlo Group
Schiphorst
Miss Nelson Has a Field Day
Flag of the Isle of Man
Alien Races in Mass Effect
Bergedorf Round Table
Enzo Petito
Kincaid Towers
Protium Attenuatum

It should be noted that the phrases "depths of obscurity" and "sea of mediocrity" were shamelessly ripped from one too many bad album reviews. I deeply apologize to the sick and twisted bastards who wrote them first... ^_^

Good day.

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Brash, rash and hasty, but everyone loves you.

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I want you to be you.

Don't change, 'cause you think I might like you to be different.
I fell in love with you.

I don't want you blond.
I don't want you not to swear, not to sweat.
It's you I fell in love with.
Your turn of phrase, your sensitivity, your irrational moves...

...Well maybe that could go...
But everything else, I want you to be you.

I want you to dance whenever you feel it.
Up by the bandstand.
In the parking lot.
Up on the table...

...Well, maybe the table can go...
But I want you to be you.

I love what you wear cause you're wearing it.
That shawl, that clinging dress.
The svelte black jacket.
Those leopard capris...

...Well, maybe not the capris...
But I want you to be you.

I love what you eat.
You want yogurt? You've got yogurt!
Papaya? It's yours!
Chewing gum? Chew away!
I want you to be you!

...Spit out the gum, it doesn't work...

When you sleep, you are the most beautiful.
In the moonlight, your soft skin glows.
Your hair sprawled on the pillow; a vision.
The murmuring breath, the slight snore...

...The slight...snore...

I want you to be you.