okay, how the fuck is it that the ads on this journal show up in my sidebar, but on my other journals, where I have the exact same layout, I can't get them to be anywhere other than right across the top of my fucking page? that pisses me off so much. actually, having ads on my accounts at all pisses me off so much.
hope livejournal/six apart or whatever the fuck it's called makes tons of money off my shit so they can buy bullets to put in the heads of russian dissidents, because that's what the buy-out was all about, right? bastards.
kind of an odd thing, maybe, but having bartended for seven and a half years, I'm pretty well trained to be a "face person." that is, if I've seen someone, been introduced to them, whatever, I will remember that person's face for the rest of time. I might not remember where I met the person and definitely will not remember their name - unless the person happens to be an extraordinarily hot guy, in which case I will remember not only name but what I've seen him wearing, what he drinks, where he works if it's mentioned, and pretty much any other detail I overhear.
there was this one guy who used to come by my work, a saudi national, big unrequited crush of mine, nasir - I called him and his crew the mujahedeen studs - I could have handed the feds a fucking dossier on this guy. my memory is selectively photographic. very selectively.
all of that being said, if I've seen your face, watch out, because I will be able to pick you out of a lineup.
I also know that few people are like this, and in spite of having a viciously proud streak, it's never really bothered me to recognize a person and have it turn out that they have no memory at all of ever having seen me before. these things happen. frequently. I generally don't take it as indicative of my having a forgettable face or anything like that. rather, my interpretation runs along the lines of "I am trained this way, and other people have much more important things going on in their lives."
it's just kind of a funny thing. I think I should have joined the CIA or something because in a lot of ways I really am either forgettable or easily overlookable, and add that to the memory for faces and that sort of thing... I've missed my calling. I should be assassinating people
for the big bucks. instead I'm just wasting my time reading fanfiction on the internet and waiting for the big asteroid strike, or the zombies, or whatever it's going to be that kills us all.
local news: someone has spray painted one of the so-called "crime cameras."
they didn't see who did it.
good job, new orleans.
Also: local senator has been arrested for money laundering, is under house arrest at his mother's house (lol).
a woman was arrested for making "suspicious purchases" of materials that can be used to make meth after the walmart checkout girl tipped off the cops.
remind me not to buy a kitchen knife at walmart, I might get arrested for conspiracy to commit murder.
a local couple is upset that FEMA wants their trailer back, hoped to make FEMA trailer their permanent residence. "this is our home. it's not a trailer, it's a home. I love it here. I love it here." LOLOLOL
I'm in new orleans right now. I don't want to be. I knew for two days before I left that I really didn't want to go, and now I'm stuck for the next week and a half. which is way too long to stay in a city where there's basically nothing to do, and where you're surrounded by people with whom you fundamentally do not get along.
In addition to this, my laptop is acting up, which sucks because I have my music on it, and my only hope for this trip is sticking my headphone thingies into my ears and leaving them there the whole time, and pretending that I'm doing something super important on the internet. Specifically, there's something wrong with audio playback, and I've tried a few different things with only limited success.
A few things to say:
1. This to a specific person. Look up Godwin's Law. This is the one where you lose an argument as soon as you make reference to the Nazis. This is the hallmark of piss-poor rhetorical skills, which is exactly why Godwin's Law, as such, exists. Calling your interlocutor Adolf/Joseph/Herman/Joachim/Erich/insert-German-name-here in obvious reference to any number of specific Nazi personages = FAIL.
2. Yeah, I don't know the Bene Gesserit creed word for word. I know what you're talking about, "I must not fear, fear is the mind killer, etc." but I don't know it word for word. That being said, for you to refuse to dialogue with me on the subject of the Dune novels just because I can't spit out your favorite little piece of them = FAIL. I don't care how meaningful it was to you/what it helped you through. Being able to recite the Bene Gesserit creed is not by any means the acid test of Dune knowledge.
ETA: and by the way, making fun of my pronunciation also = FAIL. Try again when you speak about three more languages.
3. This to a different specific person. You can take your virgin/whore complex, shove it up your ass repeatedly, and then choke on a big, fat cock.
god am I glad we finally got some rain. it was nice to see the creek with water in it again, and it was entertaining watching the garbage go by (and seriously, I manage to refrain from throwing my garbage into the creek - what the fuck is wrong with people?).
I guess that rain was from the hurricane? I don't know.
so I'm looking over my shoulder watching the coverage of ComicCon on G4, posting on the internet, and listening to music on my other computer all at once. so yeah, new x-men movie? did I hear that right? GI Joe live action?
I re-watched Spider Man 3 the other day, and I still think it's kind of odd that I was indifferent to the first Spider Man movie, hated the second one so much that I couldn't even watch the whole thing, but I actually like the third one. can't really put my finger on what the difference was, unless it had to do with Spider Man 3 being - darker, I guess. yeah, I suppose it wasn't a very happy movie. and there was peter parker's emo haircut.
I don't know. they're doing a thing on the x-files movie right now, and like, I've known about it for a while but i'm not excited about it, and I was a hardcore x-files fan back in the day. it was a formative part of my youth. now it just seems dated (says the person who just bought the whole transformers cartoon on dvd).
blah blah blah. the places I go for fanfic are like my movie channels right now - there's nothing good on. I'm off to lurk on political blogs.
ETA: I just went through and read all my old entries on here - the first one I think I wrote while I was here last summer looking for an apartment, and I was all like, "UT is huge! There are hills here!" I'm laughing about this. OMG hills. I'll bet when I go visit New Orleans in a couple of weeks, I'll be like "WTF it's flat here!"
Oh, yeah, I'll be taking a train back from there. How awesome is that? Actually, watch it not be awesome. I'll be on that train for like twenty hours. But don't they have bars on trains? If they do, it will be awesome.
So, I was doing my laundry yesterday and didn't bring anything to read, so as usual, I had to scrounge for reading material. It was slim pickings - mostly classified pages, and just one alternative newpaper, but in this alternative newspaper was a fantastic article.
Apparently this guy who immigrated here from Palestine in the 70's, was a Palestinian activist, a devout Muslim, and a well-loved middle school teacher, after suffering FBI harassment, was found dead in the river with his face and wrists duct taped.
And it has been ruled a suicide.
Okay. I laughed like hell at that article. In a bad way.
Pardon me for quoting Associated Press without linking, but the whole thing with Radovan Karadzic getting caught? I'm LOLing right now because this article on my email sign-in page talks about how he "grew a long, white beard to conceal his identity and even managed to openly practice alternative medicine while in hiding." What?
That's kind of awesome.
Maybe Saddam wouldn't have gotten caught so quickly if he'd set up shop as an acupuncturist.
And Pol Pot should have done past life regression therapy.
I just got in the mail - the DVD boxed set of the entire Transformers G1 series. That's right, complete with subtitles and secondary audio track in Mandarin Chinese. And it's so much nicer to watch that shit on my TV than on YouTube. My inner fangirl is squeeing.
... I'm such a fucking dork. Now, I wonder if they've got something similar for Thundercats because that's another one I was obsessed with back in the day. That show was badass. Now I'm thinking of all these cartoons I used to watch - I know I loved He-Man and She-Ra. I named one of my first cats She-Ra, when I was like five.
What else? Voltron, GI Joe. Gigantor was a good one, but I can't remember if I actually saw it when I was little - when I was a freshman/sophomore in college, I would get up at five in the morning most weekdays to watch the awesome line-up of Ewoks/Droids, Gigantor, and Godzilla Power Hour (this after staying up until three for Speedracer more often than not), but of those, Gigantor is the only one I might have seen as a kid.
And Thundercats was another one of those that I "rediscovered" when I was in college.
Also, incidentally, some of the earliest dirty porn fanfic I read was Thundercats-based. There was this fucked up fic about WilyKit and WilyKat that just about broke my brain. I can barely even remember what it was about - I think one or both of them may have been possessed by some kind of evil alien entity - but it was a dark fic. Dark! And that on top of the whole WTF Thundercats porn?!? reaction. But for that to have shocked me, when I was well-used to such things as go on in DBZ slash - yeah.
Good old Thundercats. I want a Mumm-Ra t-shirt.
Actually, I would buy Ronin Warriors on DVD before I would Thundercats - Ronin Warriors being the only anime that I can still tolerate at all, and a truly great show.
So, it's become second nature to me to use html tags for text formatting on blogs and that sort of thing. And I hate that when I go to post on LJ, the rich text editor is the default choice, because I always forget to switch to html before writing, and then I'll realize, usually when I've already posted, that I was in rich text, my html is showing, and if I go back to edit and switch the whole thing to html, it turns my post into garbage. Fuck you, rich text. FUCK YOU!