Not Quite Free to Good Home

A while ago, i helped stimulate the economy..and that will NEVER stop sounding dirty to me, really..and bought a new laptop.

Madmartigan was about five years old, and pieces were falling off of him, and the Dark Lord had shown his displeasure with my attention to Mad by ripping multiple keys off the keyboard until I was unable to shift or use the letter A, and I need capital A’s, ok? Plus, the fact was that Dell was having a kick ass sale, and I had money in my savings account and i desperately wanted a new toy.

So, Usagi came to live with me, and she’s very pretty and shiny and green and happy, and I put Madmartigan to the side with the vague idea that I would delete many things and clean him up all spiffy and try and sell him for enough to buy me some ice cream and a new pair of cheap sunglasses, as the child tore the arm off of my old ones.

So, of course, Madmartigan has been silently suffering in the back corner of the side table – the one protected from toddlers made of the blood of their enemies and pure evil. I keep thinking, wow, I should really turn him on and reformat and list him on craigslist and such, but honestly, aside from being furniture now, and therefore completely overlooked, I have no idea how to even type up a listing.

In need of loving home: Dell desktop replacement. Heavy as hell. Answers to Madmartigan. Reformatted, but if you see any episodes of weird Japanese television floating around, please return them to me. You can buy a computer with twice the ram and abilities for $500, but I paid several thousand for him, and he just wants to be loved. Please send family background and a picture of your workspace.

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Testing

Posting hasnt been working for me, so i just upgraded my wordpress to the newest version.

If you can see this, it worked!

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I can’t tell you, because he didn’t tell me, because he promised *CENSORED* he wouldn’t say anything

Recently, I joined facebook. Which is basically a place for people I knew and didnt like in high school to want to read about what i do everyday.

or something.

regardless, on this facebook thing, where people i havent seen or talked to in years halfway communicate with me and other people, im finding myself censoring.

it’s weird.

like, one of my favorite people from college recently posted about how disappointed she was in Obama for “canceling” the National Day of Prayer. Now, seeing as, in college, she was a theater person, which, in my experience, generally means you are a little more open minded, I thought she might be joking.

She wasn’t. And the 10 or so people who had commented on that status update weren’t either.

I hesitated. My fingers stopped. I deleted and revised and deleted and stared at the screen. Trying to find a polite way of saying, “I’m so glad Obama isn’t going to stand up and endorse a national religion, as those of us who aren’t Christian don’t pray to the god you do.” without coming off as RUDE.

More importantly, soon after that, I got directed to an awesome link about Obama cutting funding for abstinence only education, which thrills me to pieces.

I went to facebook, intending to plaster the link all over, and..i hesitated.

Why haven’t I posted this link, even though i think it’s an awesome step in the right direction? Why am I stopping to consider how people i havent seen in EIGHT YEARS are going to see me? think about me? Find out that Im *gasp* a dirty hippie liberal?

Im frustrated by this, and I dont get it. Why is something so stupid stopping me from talking about how i really think of things?

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The Muffin Man

My kiddo is completely unable to say his own name.

He can say a number of random words, including “elephant,” “strawberry,” and “hippopotamus,” but he mangles his own name.

Instead of “Griffin,” it comes out MIFFIN.

Which is, frankly, hilarious.

However, I recently took the opportunity to try and correct this. We’ve been reading a lot of animal books lately, as he digs the animals. Instead of telling him that bear says rawr, I went with bear says grrr.

He gives me this evil toothy grin and says, GRRR.

Great! Says I, now say, GRRRR-IFFIN.

The little punk has been periodically looking up at me ever since, giving me that evil grin, and telling me his name is GRRR-MIFFIN..

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Maybe a Little Cheese?

My gmail headline bar, the one that is supposed to be influenced by the content of your emails, has offered me an exciting new recipe. One that I’m sure to run out and try:

Spam Fajitas – Serves 8, add extra salsa if desired

I’m sure the extra salsa really gives it a little something SPECIAL.

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