Wednesday, May 11, 2005

The hardest part of babbling is giving a title to each segment.

Now wafting through my headphones: Planet Claire by the B-52s.

I should warn everyone that doesn't know me well from other places that I am extremely random. I've admitted it, but I'm not taking any measures to cure myself yet. Generally what happens is I start talking about a movie and end up discussing the poor drainage on those resin planter urns. You know the ones I'm talking about, they fill up with rain water and eventually the stuff planted in them drowns and only ground cover survives and takes over every inch of the soil.

I used to be able to multi-task really well when I was young, but just now I was taking a quiz that would tell me what kind of panties I am, and at the same time I was taking one of those surveys that always promises to give me a dollar if I tell them what kind of paper towels I like, and I sat here for a few seconds wondering why the panty quiz needed to know my zipcode, annual income and highest education level.

The panty quiz told me I'm a style of panties I don't even like and then tried to sell me underwear. I should have known it would come to that, it always does.


Anyway.


I don't know why, but I'm still watching American Idol. It became rather uninteresting two weeks ago with the departure of Constantine--who may not have been the best singer in some people's minds, but was around my age and therefore didn't make me feel pervy for liking him--and I expect it will just go downhill from here. This is where I usually say I won't get into the show again if it comes back next year. I say that every year.

I am also waiting for Star Wars, Revenge of the Sith, and I can brag that I'll be waiting an extra-long time, because I'm waiting for the DVD. (I like watching movies in a room with people I know. Plus, I'm busy.) I started celebrating the last two weeks by playing the soundtrack--one track a day--until the 19th, because I'm that much of a nerd. Tonight I hit track 8, and that song is creepy; totally sounds unlike Star Wars music when it starts out. Speaking of which, I hope Meco does a Revenge of the Sith tribute.

Channeling my fandom into that keenspace site of mine seemed like the next logical step one very late night in March. I rarely go through with the things I think up at four in the morning, and my comic could be a good reason to stick to that rule, but like my randomness, I enjoy it.

Okay, that's enough. Must...stop...now.
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3 comments:

Wigwam Jones said...

I'm not such a Star Wars fan, but I do like action figures when bad things happen to them. I wonder what it means when your fingernails stop growing? Prolly I am deficient in some essential vitamins or minerals. But then they turned bright orange and that's just not right.

BrideOfPorkins said...

The newer action figures are appealing because they have magnetic parts so after bad things happen to them, they can go back together.

Not sure about the orange nails, do you have cheetos in your home? They could be attacking your hands as you sleep.

Wigwam Jones said...

I think it could be the Cheetos thing. You're right. I even had a post about it, some time ago. But then, they ended up in my underwear. You prolly don't wanna know. I don't, even. Thanks for the tip.