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I used tables an' everything.

(Just a lame CD collection. Don't look unless you're lame.)

I've been trying to find the time on my lunch hour for a couple of days now to get this genuine JEWEL of an avatar up and running. First, I clipped all the images I needed, then I set up the animation, then I jammed it all into my animation program, and....

BEHOLD:


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Last eve, I indulged myself in a DVD that a friend had lent me. He said that he had rented it, watched it, and promptly decided that he had to own it. He bought himself a copy when he returned the rental to the video store. The movie.... Was Monster Man.

At first glance, I couldn't help but think of Carnasaur. However, my friend said it was much ( Read more... )

My Daddy was in town for a Doctor's appointment, so he stopped by the office to take my Mom and I out for lunch. It was nothing spectacular, we just hit the Jiffy Grill (a quaint little diner), but it's always good to physically get out during the day ( Read more... )

I am so much richer this morning than I was at this time yesterday, and it's all thanks to tenebrouskateYour Giftmas Gift Extravaganza arrived, safely, in the mail yesterday. The postman is totally apologetic to us now that we've called The Postal Heat down on his ass. As it turns out, he was off on vacation during the "mishaps". The CD was awesome! You know I ( Read more... )

Although I feel I've successfully housetrained myself with regard to posting song lyrics to my eljay, I am compelled to post these lyrics. I've loved Pink Floyd since The Wall (I'm an 80s kid, I hadn't even heard of "Darkside" yet), yet this song had been hiding from me completely until this past weekend.

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well on my way to hammered. good times. cat pee. good, good times

i am waiting to use the washroom . this makes me have to pee my pantaloons less, i think.

wow. he's done. i go now.

I'm not ready to say that this is the lamest thing I've ever read, but it ranks right up there. Why, oh why does my Jesus Freak Aunt continue to send me this garbage by email! As if a badly-written, poor excuse for a tear-jerker of a poem (all but plagiarized, no less) will change my outlook on life/religion/war ( Read more... )

"...But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're travelling with me..."Hey now, hey now... I like Crowded House. They were a staple of my childhood, as I can remember watching the video for "Don't Dream, It's Over" on Video Hits (a CBC program in the 80s). Samantha What's Her Name hosted the program, and I can still see her sitting there ( Read more... )