anagramofbrat: (girl talk)


There is nothing shocking or offensive or horrible about this video like my usual "if I must suffer" or "no comment" youtube posts. My problem is that it's so... fucking... stupid. Like seriously, they need to fire the lyricist. Whoever they are has no sense of rhythm, meter or meaningful content and then they made this poor girl sing it into a vocoder. WHAT THE FUCK BRAINSPLODE.

Which sucks cause the song itself is fucking catchy and is now firmly stuck in my head. GRRR ARGH. I kinda just want the backing instrumental so I can superimpose a whole other vocal track on top of it. Or better yet gangsta rap a la Girl Talk. But as is? AAAAAAAAAGH DELIVER ME FROM AUTOTUNED TEENAGE HELL.

Aside from contending with this aural dreck, I'm splitting my time between Buffy, work, fighting with Bryce 5 and some tomb terrain and hunting for new eggs on Dragcave. How's your day been so far?
anagramofbrat: (girl talk)


There is nothing shocking or offensive or horrible about this video like my usual "if I must suffer" or "no comment" youtube posts. My problem is that it's so... fucking... stupid. Like seriously, they need to fire the lyricist. Whoever they are has no sense of rhythm, meter or meaningful content and then they made this poor girl sing it into a vocoder. WHAT THE FUCK BRAINSPLODE.

Which sucks cause the song itself is fucking catchy and is now firmly stuck in my head. GRRR ARGH. I kinda just want the backing instrumental so I can superimpose a whole other vocal track on top of it. Or better yet gangsta rap a la Girl Talk. But as is? AAAAAAAAAGH DELIVER ME FROM AUTOTUNED TEENAGE HELL.

Aside from contending with this aural dreck, I'm splitting my time between Buffy, work, fighting with Bryce 5 and some tomb terrain and hunting for new eggs on Dragcave. How's your day been so far?

potpourri

Jan. 16th, 2011 12:13 pm
anagramofbrat: (lady gaga)
The good news is that I'm more or less over the cold. Still phlegmy and coughing but I no longer feel like microwaved death. It was kind of a revalatory moment sometime yesterday when I just had an "oh hey, I'm better" moment and started acting/feeling human again, whee.

I found out yesterday that I lost one of my aunts. Not one I was particularly close to, but still even though I rarely saw her she was sort of... I guess constantly present? I don't know. Still processing out how to feel about that. Anyway, no idea how things are going to fall out regarding services and whatnot, but since I'm heading to New York anyway to see Dad anyway I suppose that will get figured out when I get there.

Dad seems to be reasonably all right all things considered. Still not really sure where I am there either, other than my usual pit of stomach dread at going home. Graaaagh.

I took a fair amount of sadistic glee in making [livejournal.com profile] cell23 sit through the Miss America pageant yesterday. Well, okay it was more a "if I'm making myself suffer through it, I require company." It was about as bad as you'd expect, though there was that extra special moment when Miss Arkansas broke out the ventriloquist dummies and started yodeling. What. If I were any of those girls, I'd have been pissed that she made it to first runner up. WTF. I was personally rooting for Miss Delaware, seeing as she has alopecia and competed in a series of nice but probably purposefully obvious wigs.

Oh also, the shoes in the DSW Miss America collection? awful. Yeesh. I'll be really glad when sleeveless formalwear and peekaboo toe pumps go back out of fashion because ugh, really?

I finally tried out Rock Band for Wii this morning as for some reason I'd been avoiding it since [livejournal.com profile] cell23 brought it home at Christmas. Nah, that's a little disingenuous, I know exactly why I've been avoiding it, and it's a dumb emo reason. It's still abysmal trying to get it calibrated on Monstervision, but I can usually get it close enough to compensate for lag, and I actually was having fun playing it and talking to Kidzilla about The Clash and The Ramones and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (she's still too shy to actually try playing, but she likes the music a lot). I think I may pack her home with a mix CD later. :)

It's been a pretty good kid weekend overall despite everyone being under the weather/actually sick and cranky. (Both kids are getting over colds/stomach bugs, Kidzilla more than Lovebug). Poor [livejournal.com profile] cell23 has had to take care of everybody this weekend. Have I mentioned I love him? *sheepish*

Pretty much the next day and a half are going to be kiddos and wrapping up business up here, because at this rate I'm going to be in NY until at least next weekend. *twitch* No help for it, but... yeah. Y'all have been here with me, you know how heading down without backup does wonders for my headnoise. Whee. Oh well. Meantime I'm gonna try and soak up enough squishy kid and manbeast vibe as possible to take with me and hope that'll be enough to get through the week.

potpourri

Jan. 16th, 2011 12:13 pm
anagramofbrat: (lady gaga)
The good news is that I'm more or less over the cold. Still phlegmy and coughing but I no longer feel like microwaved death. It was kind of a revalatory moment sometime yesterday when I just had an "oh hey, I'm better" moment and started acting/feeling human again, whee.

I found out yesterday that I lost one of my aunts. Not one I was particularly close to, but still even though I rarely saw her she was sort of... I guess constantly present? I don't know. Still processing out how to feel about that. Anyway, no idea how things are going to fall out regarding services and whatnot, but since I'm heading to New York anyway to see Dad anyway I suppose that will get figured out when I get there.

Dad seems to be reasonably all right all things considered. Still not really sure where I am there either, other than my usual pit of stomach dread at going home. Graaaagh.

I took a fair amount of sadistic glee in making [livejournal.com profile] cell23 sit through the Miss America pageant yesterday. Well, okay it was more a "if I'm making myself suffer through it, I require company." It was about as bad as you'd expect, though there was that extra special moment when Miss Arkansas broke out the ventriloquist dummies and started yodeling. What. If I were any of those girls, I'd have been pissed that she made it to first runner up. WTF. I was personally rooting for Miss Delaware, seeing as she has alopecia and competed in a series of nice but probably purposefully obvious wigs.

Oh also, the shoes in the DSW Miss America collection? awful. Yeesh. I'll be really glad when sleeveless formalwear and peekaboo toe pumps go back out of fashion because ugh, really?

I finally tried out Rock Band for Wii this morning as for some reason I'd been avoiding it since [livejournal.com profile] cell23 brought it home at Christmas. Nah, that's a little disingenuous, I know exactly why I've been avoiding it, and it's a dumb emo reason. It's still abysmal trying to get it calibrated on Monstervision, but I can usually get it close enough to compensate for lag, and I actually was having fun playing it and talking to Kidzilla about The Clash and The Ramones and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (she's still too shy to actually try playing, but she likes the music a lot). I think I may pack her home with a mix CD later. :)

It's been a pretty good kid weekend overall despite everyone being under the weather/actually sick and cranky. (Both kids are getting over colds/stomach bugs, Kidzilla more than Lovebug). Poor [livejournal.com profile] cell23 has had to take care of everybody this weekend. Have I mentioned I love him? *sheepish*

Pretty much the next day and a half are going to be kiddos and wrapping up business up here, because at this rate I'm going to be in NY until at least next weekend. *twitch* No help for it, but... yeah. Y'all have been here with me, you know how heading down without backup does wonders for my headnoise. Whee. Oh well. Meantime I'm gonna try and soak up enough squishy kid and manbeast vibe as possible to take with me and hope that'll be enough to get through the week.
anagramofbrat: (Sugalumps)


for the love of GOD, get it out of my head
anagramofbrat: (Sugalumps)


for the love of GOD, get it out of my head
anagramofbrat: (rare spawn)
LJ, you don't know how much I love you. Why do I say that? Because every so often I get the urge to post in graphic detail progress reports on having Crohn's disease, but I'm quite sure no one wants to read a several page dissertation about my scars, my weight, and/or most importantly my poop. I will say this, though - when you have a chronic intestinal disorder, poop transitions from merely being gross and taboo to being weirdly fascinating. Still gross, mind. But fascinating nonetheless.

I'd say the same goes for having a blood disorder as well, but I don't see my own blood on a daily basis. And really other than knowing that if I need to creatively kill myself, all I'd have to do is cook up a pot of kale and eat the whole thing, not as much fun or opportunity to talk about it.

Long story short, my body is an annoying place to be, and yet weirdly interesting. *pokes at self* While I won't go into gory nor gross detail, I will say that the Crohn's has much improved in the past month, though I couldn't tell you if that is due to lack of constant living-situation stress or going back on the Humira. Maybe both? anyway, things are better in the health department. Just gotta start paying attention to what I'm eating again - along with everything else, digestion not being an excruciating process anymore means that I'm actually eating, and alas, that also means I'm consuming a fair amount of sugar/junk as well as healthier stuff. I also still plan on dragging my ass to the gym again as one of November's goals.

In not health related news, I sort of successfully managed to make a potato and cheese casserole as part of dinner last night. Successfully because it was actually reasonably good, sort of because actually making it had a few "oops" moments and so the flavor balance was off and the texture was a little weird. Still, it was edible enough for the Manbeast to grab seconds, so it's on the "lets try this again without the oops" list.

Manbeast and I wandered to Home Depot and the Halloween store in search of costumey fare and stuff for the house. Y'all don't know how much I absolutely love Home Depot - I commented to him that if anyone handed me a gift certificate to the big orange box I'd be a stupid happy woman. His response was to remind me that we rent our place, lol, but even without the sort of heavy demolition home improvement bits of the store I could find things to blow a lot of money on. Shelving. Organizers. Hooks. Zip ties. Power tools. Power strips. Mag lights. flower pots. 17 colors of duct tape (made from real ducks! Quackquackquackquackquack).* Really ANY kind of tape. Christmas shit. Wood. The list goes on and on and on, like Halcyon. (Orbital fans say "whuuuuuuut!") So [livejournal.com profile] cell23 had to deal a little bit with me acting like a sugared up four year old confronted with a giant Toys R Us. *shakes head* You would think after that whole getting clocked in the head by a plank as a kid would have cured me of my fascination with hardware, but noooooooooooope. Didn't actually buy anything but priced a bunch of stuff for later. I keep meaning to wander through the house, make a list of stuff we either need or would just make me happy if I had, and start putting aside money towards slowly acquiring said things, but I haven't yet. Stupid money, bash it good.

Anyway, time to serve more time in the HTML/CSS/SVU mines.

* It just dawned on me that the kids and I have developed in-jokes. Not just this one either; if I think about it hard enough, there are a fair number of them. Yikes!
anagramofbrat: (rare spawn)
LJ, you don't know how much I love you. Why do I say that? Because every so often I get the urge to post in graphic detail progress reports on having Crohn's disease, but I'm quite sure no one wants to read a several page dissertation about my scars, my weight, and/or most importantly my poop. I will say this, though - when you have a chronic intestinal disorder, poop transitions from merely being gross and taboo to being weirdly fascinating. Still gross, mind. But fascinating nonetheless.

I'd say the same goes for having a blood disorder as well, but I don't see my own blood on a daily basis. And really other than knowing that if I need to creatively kill myself, all I'd have to do is cook up a pot of kale and eat the whole thing, not as much fun or opportunity to talk about it.

Long story short, my body is an annoying place to be, and yet weirdly interesting. *pokes at self* While I won't go into gory nor gross detail, I will say that the Crohn's has much improved in the past month, though I couldn't tell you if that is due to lack of constant living-situation stress or going back on the Humira. Maybe both? anyway, things are better in the health department. Just gotta start paying attention to what I'm eating again - along with everything else, digestion not being an excruciating process anymore means that I'm actually eating, and alas, that also means I'm consuming a fair amount of sugar/junk as well as healthier stuff. I also still plan on dragging my ass to the gym again as one of November's goals.

In not health related news, I sort of successfully managed to make a potato and cheese casserole as part of dinner last night. Successfully because it was actually reasonably good, sort of because actually making it had a few "oops" moments and so the flavor balance was off and the texture was a little weird. Still, it was edible enough for the Manbeast to grab seconds, so it's on the "lets try this again without the oops" list.

Manbeast and I wandered to Home Depot and the Halloween store in search of costumey fare and stuff for the house. Y'all don't know how much I absolutely love Home Depot - I commented to him that if anyone handed me a gift certificate to the big orange box I'd be a stupid happy woman. His response was to remind me that we rent our place, lol, but even without the sort of heavy demolition home improvement bits of the store I could find things to blow a lot of money on. Shelving. Organizers. Hooks. Zip ties. Power tools. Power strips. Mag lights. flower pots. 17 colors of duct tape (made from real ducks! Quackquackquackquackquack).* Really ANY kind of tape. Christmas shit. Wood. The list goes on and on and on, like Halcyon. (Orbital fans say "whuuuuuuut!") So [livejournal.com profile] cell23 had to deal a little bit with me acting like a sugared up four year old confronted with a giant Toys R Us. *shakes head* You would think after that whole getting clocked in the head by a plank as a kid would have cured me of my fascination with hardware, but noooooooooooope. Didn't actually buy anything but priced a bunch of stuff for later. I keep meaning to wander through the house, make a list of stuff we either need or would just make me happy if I had, and start putting aside money towards slowly acquiring said things, but I haven't yet. Stupid money, bash it good.

Anyway, time to serve more time in the HTML/CSS/SVU mines.

* It just dawned on me that the kids and I have developed in-jokes. Not just this one either; if I think about it hard enough, there are a fair number of them. Yikes!

for [livejournal.com profile] head58

Oct. 4th, 2010 10:15 am
anagramofbrat: (my friends need to be punished)
Old, but it still makes me die with giggle.



YOU'RE GONNA LOVE MAH NUTZ

for [livejournal.com profile] head58

Oct. 4th, 2010 10:15 am
anagramofbrat: (my friends need to be punished)
Old, but it still makes me die with giggle.



YOU'RE GONNA LOVE MAH NUTZ

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