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Ran around the house today playing "Spring Cleaning" and trying to prep it for Ben actually taking over a bedroom instead of living on the couch. Which, as I've stated, will be nice. We're just moving my desk into my bedroom and a mattress in here. I may try to get my book shelves out of here, too. I don't like the idea of my books in someone elses... space. :grins: That sound odd? Just.. weird to come into his room once it is his room to get my copy of the Complete e.e. cummings or something. Unfortunately, my wall space in my living room is a bit taken. :Grins: And dammit, I'm gonna kidnap a girl to help me get some pictures up.. because, I suck. :grins: They're not great, but they're all I have, dammit and I like em.
Watching this new Chris Rock special.. now Bigger and Blacker kicked ass and I've heard it more times than I can count... but this one is coming off a bit crappy. Though it has moments. But while he's ussually VERY sensible... meaning he's pretty clear about the race problem (on BOTH sides) this time he's kind of being a bit reactionary and it's not coming off that funny.
I think this IRS stuff is gonna be fixed. I know it will, in fact. But it's gonna be a pain in the ass doing it. Oddly enough, I may end up GETTING money back once it is all fixed. :grins: But I still may end up killing the company accountant.
Eddie Izzard's last bit sucked ass, too. Circle positively BLEW compared to Dress to Kill. I know, I've got Circle on DVD and regret resent it. I'd LOVE to get Dress to Kill though I LISTEN to it all the time.. you really need the movement :grins:.
And in the Dept of "Excellent Quotes I Don't Neccesarily Agree With But Can See The Wisdom " (A Subset of the Dept of Inextricably Long Names)
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it oepns up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
- Neil Gaiman, "Sandman: The Kindly Ones"
(EDIT-Okay, he started talking about men and women and has me rolling on the floor)
Watching this new Chris Rock special.. now Bigger and Blacker kicked ass and I've heard it more times than I can count... but this one is coming off a bit crappy. Though it has moments. But while he's ussually VERY sensible... meaning he's pretty clear about the race problem (on BOTH sides) this time he's kind of being a bit reactionary and it's not coming off that funny.
I think this IRS stuff is gonna be fixed. I know it will, in fact. But it's gonna be a pain in the ass doing it. Oddly enough, I may end up GETTING money back once it is all fixed. :grins: But I still may end up killing the company accountant.
Eddie Izzard's last bit sucked ass, too. Circle positively BLEW compared to Dress to Kill. I know, I've got Circle on DVD and regret resent it. I'd LOVE to get Dress to Kill though I LISTEN to it all the time.. you really need the movement :grins:.
And in the Dept of "Excellent Quotes I Don't Neccesarily Agree With But Can See The Wisdom " (A Subset of the Dept of Inextricably Long Names)
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it oepns up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
- Neil Gaiman, "Sandman: The Kindly Ones"
(EDIT-Okay, he started talking about men and women and has me rolling on the floor)