Since philrancid is being a slack-ass....

I would like to offer up a great big ole happy birthday to George A. Romero. Thanks for all the zombies, dude!

Land of the Dead and other happy shite

I rented it on Video on Demand on account of I hadn't seen it yet and I figured Romero's birthday is as good a day as any to catch a good flick. Right? I forgot that John Leguizamo was in this movie. Hubba hubba, waka waka.

Motley has enjoyed a hefty little growth spurt. She now actually looks like a six-month old kitten, albeit a small one. Now she's all legs and her primary joy in life is running like a little bat out of hell. True to her Manx nature, she trills more than meows. She's gotten in the habit of running past either Aunt Tudi or myself and trilling as she zips to the kitchen. It's her way of saying "feed me Seymour!" I call it her drive-by trilling. And she sounds a lot heavier than she actually is when she runs like that. Motley really puts all her power in those gangly little legs of hers.

Aunt Tudi has taken a wild hair and is outside doing yard work. I, on the other hand, am not. The Moon isn't conducive for heaving and tugging at branches that didn't need to be cut down in the first place. Sometimes I think Aunt Tudi invents stuff to do just to do stuff, if that makes any sense. Me? I'm just lying around bleeding and feeling sorry for myself.

So far today has been pretty chilly and windy, which makes it feel even chillier. Word has it that we may be in for some snow come Monday. Omigawd, I hope so! Nothing would make me happier than to experience a little bit of Winter weather in fucking Winter. There will be pictures if there is snow. Pictures and a mighty celebration.

"Aw they're beautiful"

A reporter just said that, referring to all the babies being born in New Orleans. What the fuck? All babies look the same: like little mushed up hideous wieners. No baby is beautiful. It was just squeezed out of a very stinky small space into a big frightening world that instantly makes it cry. It's a miserable little lump of ugly.

And everyone seemed so happy that there's a baby boom in NO. Oh yeah, that's exactly what we need: more humans. The more humans there are mucking up the place, the more natural disasters there will be in a (futile, I sometimes think) attempt at restoring some sort of natural balance to the world.

So, no, they're not beautiful. They're an assembly line of fugly parasites that will only make things worse in the long run.

I R SMART

Thank you, popfiend, dferguson, velvetsteel, and anybody else who took this before I had the chance to do so.

Your brain: 120% interpersonal, 120% visual, 140% verbal, and 20% mathematical!

Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers. Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious: Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%. Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%. Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 80% on interpersonal You scored higher than 56% on visual You scored higher than 89% on verbal You scored higher than 1% on mathematical

Link: The 4-Variable IQ Test written by chriscoyne on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Reminder to oneself

Don't visit LOST forums or websites unless you want to lose what's left of your mind. ::holds head and weeps::