STOP STEALING FROM THE PENGUINS!

I saw Happy Feet.
God damnit.
You know, I could watch a hundred people be blown up or smashed or starved or ANYTHING like that and I wouldn't even bat an eye...
But... Hurt the penguins and I will kill you.
Poor penguins.
THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO ANYBODY! THEY WADDLE FOR GODS SAKE!
STOP STEALING THEIR FISH!!!
See how these movies effect me? I'm never eating canned tuna again... Not if starves the flightless fish-birds.
Poor penguins...
Anyway, I don't want to get on a tirade about how human beings are the most worthless creatures on the face of the earth so lets talk about something closer to home.
THANKSGIVING!
Oh, boy! The mass consumption of 'seasonal' food!
I don't like turkey... I'm the only person in the world that looks at Thanksgiving and goes, "Hey! Let's go out for Chinese! : D!" Dad, brother and I did that for Christmas one time; strung up the lights on the tree while watching the Vampire Hunter D movie... That was so much fun... We should do it again.
However! This Thanksgiving promises to be some fun as we have three different kinds of pies! The classic pumpkin, bought from our local grocery store
Sweet Potato with a really yummy pecan topping which mom discovered last year and we haven't been able to let go since.
And, behind curtain number three, the weirdest pie you ever did see; Watermelon! You read that right, folks! Watermelon Pie made with the RIND and with vinegar. Yum!
I can imagine the faces I'm getting so I feel obligated to assure my faithful readers that it is indeed quite yummy... Oddly spicy and very season-ish. It tastes like autumn, ya know what I mean?
ALSO!
More fun things; GAYLE IS SPENDING THANKSGIVING WITH US!!!
This makes me so unbelivably happy, it's not even funny. Last night I was up at 2 am vacuuming so that I could show off my room (s). She'll be here on Thanksgiving between 6pm and midnight and will be leaving on Friday at seven... Which is way to short a time for her to enjoy my crazy company but I think it'll be enough.
SO! Look! A post! Be happy and go away.
Later.

Stand On Your Soapbox Now

Been talking end of the world scenarios with the mom unit. For once I’m not really nervous or anxious about it… if anything it’s annoying because more likely than not the entire ‘end of civilization’ thing is gonna put a major kybosh on my writing career.
Damn it.
That’s all I ever wanted to do was write and be published and all… Ah well; I’ll still be able to write, just not on my laptop… which sucks… I suppose I should print out all my stories so I don’t lose all that. Not tight away or anything but when the end is starting us dead in the face, ya know?
You know it would be really nice if the end of the world would be just that; the end of the WORLD… Everyone goes on about it like when America falls the entire planet will just collapse. Ha! I wish, as I said that would make things a ton easier.
But no, no. It’ll be an entire mini-series deal. The economy will collapse; the coasts and big cities will turn on themselves like the Donner party to the empth degree and the people left alive will be standing in the wreckage and have to work towards a new and better civilization.
I’ve already thought of a couple laws that I’ll try to enforce to stop this entire thing from spinning out of control again. They would offend people so I’ll keep them to myself and avoid all of the grief I would get.
Man! All I wanted to do was write! But I’ll bet I’ll have to be one of the revolutionaries and lead the stupid little sheep out of their empathy and fear! Have to teach quickly that there will be no mercy on my part… ooooh! I’m gonna be HATED! Buaha!
That is, if I survive at all…
As I said, I would rather have the sun explode or something so we were all destroyed in the blink of an eye. No revolutionaries then, huh?
Depressing ass thoughts.
No worries though, my faithful readers, I’m not just coping out or anything; I’ll keep writing for as long as I can. Maybe we’ll even avoid disaster entirely and actually become a proper nation again.
Yeah, and then we can all ride unicorns over rainbows while singing.
Heh… I’m so cynical.
Other than that little end of the world tirade, I’ve been sick as a dog for the past week, which would be why I’ve not been on the computer at all; the thought of doing anything but sleeping was enough to make me roll over in bed and scrunch up in a tighter ball, trying to ignore the world around me. Run on sentence.
So that’s what the past week was spent doing. This most recent weekend however was spent with my younger friends talking and talking and talking and TALKING and laughing… Much laughing. I hut myself with all the laughing as I always do.
AND SODA!!! YAY SODA!
HAHAHA!
And I am not delirious so stop lookin’ at me like that.
(She says to the empty blog)
Anything else to report?
Nupe.
Later.