Oh hell, she's alive and updating again. ;0)
It has been forever since I last updated, but then again there has been nothing of any real significance to write.
I’m no longer doing the online DJ bit. It was a lot of fun…sometimes. Quite frankly I got reeeeeally tired of people asking for Evanescence or Nickelback during a metal set. I realize that popular music is called such simply because it is what most people want to hear all day long. However, IT IS NOT METAL! With 20+ DJs on staff and the entire station given to a "variety" of styles, you would think that the one DJ who listed a Metal Show would be asked to play...ooooooh I dunno...metal. Sadly no. They were not content to hear the shit music during someone else’s time slot. They insisted on defiling my shows by asking for Avril Levin or Pink. So naturally I felt obligated to announce that I would play the request, but instead play a little Rotting Christ. Followed by the announcement that the lil trendy bastards never sounded so good as they did on my shows. Mwhahahaha. (Yes, yes it’s quite sad that I got my kicks from trickery and deceit...and making ears bleed.) True I was a shitty DJ, but I had my fun. ;0)
I’m getting rid of some old furniture. The people from Vietnam Vetrans were supposed to come by and pick them up last week, but apparently the driver was ill and the guys who were covering his route couldn’t find the apartment (and didn’t bother to call and ask for directions? Ugh!) So, they’ll be by this weekend (hopefully) to pick it up. In the meantime, if anyone wants an L-shaped desk and hutch, a set of white bookshelves, an old tv or some weird metal/wire shelf thingies, let me know.
The demons are well and as mischievous as ever. Mephistopheles is almost full-grown, Gorey made his first official kill, and Demon still rules supreme with an iron paw. I’m thinking another episode of Cat-a- Strophic Misadventures is in order.
My mom’s birthday was Sunday, and one of her gifts was a little Cairn Terrier. She is an adorable little pup. My mom keeps suggesting these hideously prissy names for the poor thing. My dad and I, on the other hand, have decided to call it Ribbit, much to my mother’s dismay. The name Ribbit came about during a conversation involving entirely too much wine...as if that wasn’t obvious enough. On the other hand it seems a much kinder name than "dust mop" or "midgit sweeper." I kinda like the name Zombie myself, but somehow I knew it wouldn’t fly to well with that lot.
So that's pretty much the extent of my life for the last few months. Have I missed anything good around here? Fill me in on the gossip! ;0)
I’m no longer doing the online DJ bit. It was a lot of fun…sometimes. Quite frankly I got reeeeeally tired of people asking for Evanescence or Nickelback during a metal set. I realize that popular music is called such simply because it is what most people want to hear all day long. However, IT IS NOT METAL! With 20+ DJs on staff and the entire station given to a "variety" of styles, you would think that the one DJ who listed a Metal Show would be asked to play...ooooooh I dunno...metal. Sadly no. They were not content to hear the shit music during someone else’s time slot. They insisted on defiling my shows by asking for Avril Levin or Pink. So naturally I felt obligated to announce that I would play the request, but instead play a little Rotting Christ. Followed by the announcement that the lil trendy bastards never sounded so good as they did on my shows. Mwhahahaha. (Yes, yes it’s quite sad that I got my kicks from trickery and deceit...and making ears bleed.) True I was a shitty DJ, but I had my fun. ;0)
I’m getting rid of some old furniture. The people from Vietnam Vetrans were supposed to come by and pick them up last week, but apparently the driver was ill and the guys who were covering his route couldn’t find the apartment (and didn’t bother to call and ask for directions? Ugh!) So, they’ll be by this weekend (hopefully) to pick it up. In the meantime, if anyone wants an L-shaped desk and hutch, a set of white bookshelves, an old tv or some weird metal/wire shelf thingies, let me know.
The demons are well and as mischievous as ever. Mephistopheles is almost full-grown, Gorey made his first official kill, and Demon still rules supreme with an iron paw. I’m thinking another episode of Cat-a- Strophic Misadventures is in order.
My mom’s birthday was Sunday, and one of her gifts was a little Cairn Terrier. She is an adorable little pup. My mom keeps suggesting these hideously prissy names for the poor thing. My dad and I, on the other hand, have decided to call it Ribbit, much to my mother’s dismay. The name Ribbit came about during a conversation involving entirely too much wine...as if that wasn’t obvious enough. On the other hand it seems a much kinder name than "dust mop" or "midgit sweeper." I kinda like the name Zombie myself, but somehow I knew it wouldn’t fly to well with that lot.
So that's pretty much the extent of my life for the last few months. Have I missed anything good around here? Fill me in on the gossip! ;0)