Blah blah blah Panic at the Spambot.

Okay, yes, I was able to empathise by thinking about how I would feel if MCR or TAI or CS split. BUT THEN I SAW THIS AND I HURT MYSELF LAUGHING.



Courtesy swear_jar who got it from valerie_z.

In other news, my couch is made of solid evil, and I either need to get a DSL cable, set up the wireless network, or get a new couch. Since my couch looks like it was hacked up by the 70s, I'm not sure any of those options are REALLY appealing, but I bet I could get another $25 couch at Value Village that would be more comfortable for prolonged sitting.

However, it would not look like Shaft's hairball. THIS IS TOTAL FAIL, AMERICA.

HI, I'M COVERED IN BLOOD AND MY UNDERWEAR HAS A SKULL AND CROSSBONES ON IT.

In other news, it is entirely too fucking hot to be moving furniture and vacuuming and beating out carpets, so obviously that's what I'm doing because I am SO GODDAMN SMRT. Seriously, I could put a lot of alphabet soup after my name, so apparently someone spent a lot of time and money educating a moron.

It was like, if I looked at the throw rug that is covered with plant debris (I don't know, I have like twenty plants now, due to PLANTSPLOSION 2009, and they all shed, even at the best of times) and all crookedy because it is clearly made out of recycled Pampers and so has the structural integrity of a Ramen noodle, I was going to kill myself. So I moved all the furniture, INCLUDING THE COUCH, and pulled the rug up, and set all the plants to one side to evaluate on the basis of have pot/okay in pot/need new pot, and NOW I want to kill myself because it is RIDICULOUSLY hot, way too hot for this sort of activity.

So, all in all, all choices today add up to DEATH. Great.

Oh god, a breeze. I'll just be right here, basking in the breeze. SOMEONE FETCH ME A SLAVEY TO FAN ME.

Also, I'm totally serious about the blood. No idea what I'm cutting myself on, but my legs look like a roadmap to the ER.

I am the only person in the whole entire world who has no triggers whatsoever.

Unless, of course, you count the Pavlovian urge to shoot him when my ex-boyfriend's name is invoked. Personally, I simply consider that good, common sense, along the lines of how you don't drink the milk after it's become sentient.

Just wanted to toss that out there!

WOW. I am SO FUCKING SMART that I HURT MYSELF THINKING THIS BRILLIANTLY.

I am SERIOUSLY pissed at myself right now. I seem to have lost something completely irreplaceable that was in my email at WotC that I THOUGHT I'd copied (or forwarded) to my personal email when I was laid off, but EVIDENTLY FUCKING NOT. GO ME.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Team Supergenius, that's me!

ALSO: FUCK MY LIFE.

I WIN FOREVER HAHAHAHA.

graeae's musical tastes make your indie bands look mainstream. HOWEVER.

Please cast your eyes back to a time before the announcement for the TAI acoustic tour, when graeae mocked me relentlessly for thinking that Beckett is a pretty, pretty man. Please note that this happened DAILY.

Please flash forward with me to a time when I told graeae about the TAI acoustic tour and SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO GO BEFORE I EVEN ASKED.

And now ... the horrifying present.

graeae: Wait... did I seriously just type in TAI lyrics as a possible journal name?

channonyarrow: ...

channonyarrow: I'M BLOGGING THIS.

Meme from dreadnot:

Don't take too long to think about it. List fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. First fifteen that come to mind.

1. The Bible/The Qu'ran/The Torah, no conclusive authors. (I'm not religious, I like to have evidence for arguments.)
2. Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
3. American Gods, Neil Gaiman
4. The Good Rain, Timothy Egan
5. The Brothers K, David James Duncan
6. The Lords of Discipline, Pat Conroy
7. Congo, Michael Crichton
8. Only Forward, Michael Marshall Smith
9. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert Pirsig
10. Stranger In A Strange Land, Robert Heinlein
11. Sometimes A Great Notion, Ken Kesey
12. Perceiving Women, Shirley Ardener, ed.
13. Fire On The Mountain, John MacNeil
14. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
15. We Wish To Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families, Phillip Gourevitch

I need to decide whether it's funnier to use keyword stuffing in my bad website, or if it's safer to not keyword stuff on a legit domain. However, I have managed to make a really, really hilarious bad website - because I THOUGHT I had two backgrounds that would never, ever be high-contrastable with text - and then I found out that actually, the colours I already had set (a sort of greeny-teal and a pale pink) WORKED GREAT. I'm leaving it alone, because I think it's better to make it JUST readable than to make it really totally unreadable.

I need to submit some apps and then find some more tags to make this into a real masterpiece of tacky.

Goalz, I haz dem.

So it turns out that uploading at the college is blindingly fast.

Hence, I bring a playlist. A very long playlist. About fifty-six songs of long. I've linked them separately, since there is no possibility at all that no one has some of these songs, and because even breaking them into three or four files will still put total DL size at about 100 mb.

It all started back when I told jamethiel_bane that I would make a playlist of American artists in a less radio-popular genre, since - oddly - it turns out that she has never heard Gillian Welch, since she is, in fact, Australian. I felt that this was a lack that I could handle. However, over the course of putting the playlist together, it mutated and became not solely American, nor solely American bluegrass and folk. GO ME.

True purists will also note that this is the more glitzy side of bluegrass; I've left out huge categories of bluegrass artists (and even country artists like Doc Watson or William Elliot Whitmore) in favour of the artists that I sing along to, and however fine The Stony Mountain Boys' song "What's The Matter With The Mill?", "Tear My Stillhouse Down" makes me turn the volume WAY up.

And, sadly, about eight of these songs are already in my Mediafire, so clearly I've uploaded them before. WHOOPS.

Errata: All files are either mp3 or m4a. There are no m4ps, since I broke the DRM on the three tracks that were. If you need a converted version of an m4a file and cannot convert it yourself, let me know and I'll do it for you.

( Your ghost is gonna wear them rattlin' chains )

Gratuitous Henry Rollins reference ftw!

I have two Dreamwidth codes if anyone wants one, has a friend who wants one, etc. Let me know or point me in the direction of the poor unfortunate soul who is crazy enough to want one.

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I have just realised two very important things.

One is never to go with the company that will finance your purchase. Ever. (I know this when it comes to cars, but had not entirely clicked that the same guideline is valid for other purchases.)

The other is that you can ALWAYS find a better deal somewhere else.

So, Juniper/Barclay's, feel free to suck it. BWAH.

Now to go home and plug the computer in.

(As evidenced by an all-caps title, obvs.)

Okay, I have been batting around extremely-tentative plans (as in, "that would be pretty awesome if it happened, but right now I'm not exactly doing anything to MAKE it happen") to go to Chicago for New Heart For Christmas this year, which should, if previous patterns hold, be the weekend BEFORE Christmas.

I have discussed these plans with apiphile, stratospherique, jkivela, and spamcola, for values ranging from "I WILL TOTALLY BE THERE IF YOU ARE" to "YOU MAY STAY AT MY HOUSE IF YOU COME" and I think it's time to figure out if this is actually happening (and if you are not one of the above named but are interested in some sort of epic Winter Experience, plz mention it here?) and if so, who's serious and who's not?

My main issue, right now, is that if I don't get Commissioner Approved Training Benefits, I will have no unemployment at that time, as far as I understand it. I'm not totally sure what the federal changes mean, but as I understand it, and I stress that understanding anything about unemployment in this state is the equivalent of figuring out who spun the Wheel Of Fortune today, I will be out of unemployment benefits totally from approximately September/October. I do not have enough in savings to compensate for this as is, and certainly not enough to drop close to a grand on a trip to Chicago. THAT SAID, I want to go; I just would suggest that anyone's assumption about my presence should be "extremely conditional".

So, who's with me?

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And now I have a migraine. HOW PREDICTABLE.