365 posts in 365 days shouldn't be that hard of a task... But alas, I have 98 more to go, and I only have till July 1st. But I WILL prevail.
I would also like 730 comments by then. Oh don't groan! It's not that bad, just 2 comments per post.. Or at least it would only be 2 comments for post if every had comment on all the past posts. But since they haven't you'll have to do double time. Theres 581 comments, so 730-581 will be... 149 comments to go! *blinks* thats about 2 comments per post from here on out.
So don't make me be a loser and do all my own comments! Okay? Now if only I had this dedication to FYF....
So I've been gone for about... 12 days. But it doesn't mean I've abandoned you! It just means I've been... Well.... So I did abandon you. What ya gonna do about it? *Giggles*
So why have I been gone so long? Lots of homework, relationship problems, and a lack of Internet connection.
Robert has asked for help with a PR person, so I'm gonna help out a bit.
1. How do you typically source material/stories for your blog/site?Okay I'm done.Okay mister lazy-PR-dude-who-should-just-figure-this-stuff-out-for-him-self, the way I get all my foder for my blog is simple. I lie. Either lie, embellish, or threaten. Threatening is fun. I also go for the little gimicks that people use to get more hits... yeah I'm a huge hit-whore. Not a very good one mind you, but I try. So what was the question again?
2. Have you any examples of a story that you have broken on your blog, being second sourced up other blogs or the mainstream media?
Well I am currently studding why some people (notice I said people, not men/boys) like boxers over briefs... or for some of the more liberal people *coughcough* why they like Camando. I think I'm the only one doing it scientifically.3. Do you believe people use or will in the future use blogs as a news source over the traditional medium of newspapers, tv and radio? And have you any evidence to support this?
Of course! But not for news... For entertainment. The quality of life should be judged by the quality of the entertainment. So obviously my readers have a poor life if they read my crap, but thats another story...
4. What are your views of the commercial sector adopting blogs to communication with customers, and other target audiences?
Suckage. 'Nuff said.... Actually not. Its okay, but they arn't "real" blogs. Their more of a "go-here-and-get-(millions-of-pop-ups-and-)ads-while-we-try-to-sell-crappy-stuff"
So I'm going to try and recreate my wonderful post from yesterday that my computer ate. I doubt I shall succeed, but hey, I can try right?
So to start off, I would like to say that my previous post on Life, The Universe, And Everything, was actually not about anything, or a product of too much sugar, it was a product of a seminar I had to attend. Now thats settled..
Have you ever read Dougles Adams? You should. I think I read his entire Hitchhikers Trilogy, which of course expanded out of the standard label of three books in a trilogy to 7. (Correct me if I'm wrong) Unfortunately the story can't continue because Douglas Adams is dead. Blah. That was so rude of him...
Moving right along now, if you look out the left side of the vehicle you will see a bunch of guys talking in a circle instead of launching rockets. Now the next sight to be seen will be the Infamous Army Guy (or not so infamous).
Now as we wait to pass the location of the Army Guy let me give you some back round on him, first off let me state that I date him, and he isn't really Army, but hes in JROTC so I just go ahead and call him that. He lives too counties away and Dad loves him. *Rolls Eyes* As dad said,
Whats not to love! The only time they can see each other are when they are in a crowded mall with thousands of people looking!*Grumbles* And here he is! Standing taller then me by a good 8 inches in his wonderfully awesome uniform-thingie, its Army Guy! (No I don't have a picture because I suck.)
On the subject of suck, I'm sure I mentioned this before, but I've gained the title of Princess of Suck when it comes to playing hacky sac. I think the suckage that I display there is starting to seep into other areas of my life. So that makes me question my parents. Think of the horrible possibilities! What if I was related to the King?! That would be horrible! Or the Queen?! Actually that one wouldn't be that bad... Mad Props to Jen for..... Something! He he. Oh and by the way Jen, am I ever getting interviewed? Just wondering.
And just cause I'm in a very linky/want hits mood I'm going to link.... silverblue... ozguru.... Susie... Pixy (He gave me new toys!)... Simon... Daniel...
Oh and if you haven't yet, go read the posts from Bill's Toga Party! I especially love this one!
Wow. Since I'm on a roll. This one post is now *POOF* Two posts!
Of getting some the DC/Northern VA/Maryland Bloggers together at some point. Or everyone.
While everyone would be nice, it could be pricey. Cause I don't imagine plane tickets from Hong Kong, or Australia, or Sweden would be very cheep. And thats what I'm all about. Cheapness.
I've already found out from Dad that when we go to visit my bro in Connecticut, we're going to visit Tunning Spork and StMack. Yea!
But I'm thinking of something kinda small, a few people, like me for instance. And Tink, Silverblue, PoloRandy, Roxette, Kevin, Nic, Victor... and I'm sure I'm forgetting someone. Make it small like. Ya know?
And if I had a time frame, I'd say Spring Break would be a good time (Easter-ish) because thats when I don't have school. So yeah. If I'm not totaly insane, tell me, because I think its a good idea.
I'm alive, I'm alive!
And still haven't found anything to say.
Boy. So here are a few musings and oddments that I've picked up"
¤ It takes 21 days to form a new habit.¤ A state motto proposed for Minnesota, but shot down in legislation: Where the men are lonely and the sheep are scared.
¤ If a person holds their arm out loosely, and you gently press the tendons, or the ridge in the middle of their writs, the fingers will curl and the hand will jump.
¤ Write the letters LAO on top of each other and look at it upside down. You will be very disturbed.
¤ The above was a product of teenage boredom.
¤ I like Matchbox 20, except for the song Bent. Bent makes them sound cocky.
¤ By pressing Alt 00A4 you too can create the neat little thing-a-bob I'm using for bullets.
¤ Never argue with a fool. They could be doing the same.
¤ I want a Gecko. But I can't have one. I don't like worms
¤ I'm terrified by worms.
¤ Dad you can shut up now about me being an actual girl.
¤ 10 bucks says that at one point or another a Cross-dresser or a Transvestite must have sung the song Natural Woman in a bar.
¤ I get my permit on the 15th of January.
¤ I get my license, if all goes well, on October 15th.
¤ MV sucks. He already has his license.
¤ I'm still mad at MV. He's still in Texas. With my Nuts.
¤ I'm going to a New Years Eve party. There wont be any drugs or alcohol. Drama kids don't need that. We just need fruit loops and a lack of sleep to have fun.
¤ There wont be any males at the aforementioned party. Boo-hoo.
¤ Actually the above statement was false. There will be 2 males. Ages 3 and 5.
¤ I expect to wake up on the first by being smacked with a stuffed Big Bird.
¤ The following statement is true.
¤ The above statement is false.
¤ What runs with no legs and carries its house?
¤ I love Riddles.
¤ A snail.
¤ I'm done now.
¤ Toot-a-loo.
¤ I'll post when I have something to say.
¤ I like this new spell checker I have.
¤ It really works.
¤ Bet Dad's happy.
¤ I should stop now.
¤ George Carlin is hilarious.
¤ Honest.
¤ "A cat will blink when hit with a hammer."
¤ Classic.
¤ So Classic.
¤ Seriously. I'm done now.
¤ My English teacher has horrible spelling.
¤ She has to spell Separate by mumbling "Theres A Rat in Separate"
¤ Its kind of funny.
¤ I have to say it too.
¤ He he.
¤ Okay Honest, I'm done!
¤ Bye!
¤ TTFN: Ta Ta For Now.
Worse then waking up with a 30 pound dog on your chest trying to lick your nose off.
Better then freshly baked apples.
Yummier then cheese cake with a grahmam cracker crust.
Softer then an old friend, other wise known as Teddy.
Lamer then trying to get the dogs to follow a flashlight beam.
Funnier then tricking your sister into eating dog food.
More Enjoyable then spending the day with your best friend-even if they whine.
More Fun then telling your friends what you got 12 hours before they can even start to see.
Sadder than looking in the corner and realizing that, once again, idiot-boy (Brother) wont be home for Christmas.
Worth Gloating over like beating your sister's score on the PSATs.
Better then sending your brother a birthday card that calls him ugly, right before a nice hand written message.
Cheaper then shelling out boo-ko-bucks for mom's present before going to the dollar store for everyone else's.
More Hilarious then listening to a LOTR fanatic try and reduce 6 hours of movie into a 2 minute summary. 2 words people: Walking Trees.
Worth More Whinning then getting a paper cut on your tounge (stupid cards...).
More Aggravating then waking up warm and toasty under the blankets, and realizing that you actually have to get up.
Nicer then spending the day with family and friends.
I really like to make Colages. I don't do it often, because it’s a pain, but I really like them. About 6 months ago, I made one and hung it on my door. Soon I added another. And then some little pictures that I printed from Despair Inc. After a while I started putting up important stuff- my SOL (Standards of Learning other wise known as the Shit Out of Lick test) scores. My report cards. A post card from a friend. Various things.
It started growing.
For a bit of back round info. If you close all the doors in the upstairs hallway-where my room is-you will feel like your in an Asylum. I swear this to you. Its that WHITE. Kinda creepy now that I associate white with death. Hehe. But the stuff on my door interfered with he Whiteness. Bad times there, bad times. Mom started complaining. So I went ahead and started disassembling it. But me being thrifty and now wanting to waste the tape, or the papers (which I considered important) I didn't know what to do. Finally I stuck them all on a portion of my wall that I thought was Blank. It wasn't really blank (Dad one year painted hills, and clouds, and flowers-whole nine yards on the walls) but I reached the point where I was like "Hey! I'm not a kid, lets change this" (still not painted-blah. currently in a color war/debate Mom said no color, so I’m pushed for Grey, now we're debating the shade). So all the stuff on my door got slapped up on my wall. And I went ahead and started adding to it again. Its now about 8 feet wide and 5 feet tall (3 foot "Pee Buffer" for the dogs). With posters from all 3 plays I have worked on, numerous report cards. A few song lyrics that struck a personal note in me. My "crown" I got for drama. Phone Numbers, Addresses, a few posters, a couple stickers. Birthday cards, Wrapping paper I liked, a political cartoon about the Sniper Incident (by the way the first guy was found guilty- I say let him rot in the deepest of the 9 hells), and various other things. Theres even a Comfort Inn Room Card-lol- I forgot to turn it in when me and mom went to Canada.
The newest additions to My Wall were 2 programs from Sabrina (so that all the pages are visible) and some other Sabrina Memorabilia. I'm planning on hanging a T-shirt up there soon that says "Stage Crew” But before I can do that I have to move a set of shelves. I also recently added a segment of the Set to the wall. Its styrophome, and since I painted it, I took it. I think its rather cool looking. As with everything else, its held up with Packing Tape. lol.
But thats My Wall. I'm proud of it. In a way, the wall is in fact me, the best physical interpretation of my inner self there is. I hope to make it extend across my entire room (not until after it gets painted though!).
Okay, I’m done.
And the 200th comment goes to none other than.... Daniel! In fact, he commplimented me (I think) in that comment.
And because he was number 200, he gets a lot of links.
Well its time for an actual post. Because I'm lazy, this post will probably suck, and hence submitted to the Bonfire. So onward my friends!
"A Witch! A Witch!"
"She Turned me into a newt!
"A newt?"
"I got better."
"I always wanted to make out with a newt."
If you understood any of that, you are very smart.
Solution A) Make them all donate sperm to a sperm bank, and then castrate them.Solution B) Lock them in cages and only take them out for work and *cough cough*
We gave you a chance,
To water the plants,
We didn't mean it that way,
Now zip up your pants.
Oh by the way, say "stupid crappy badness" out loud. Its super fun.
I'm back, and I'm just as moody as ever! So sit right back and be ready to be stormed by posts.
We have a counter in between the dinning room and the kitchen, and there is a folding table next to the counter, with a wooden chair placed backwards up against (much to my mother's dismay). I like to sit on this chair while mom and dad are in the kitchen, and watch them. Now you may say "Why don't you help?" Simple, our kitchen is way too small. So I was watching them make dinner when I saw something crawl across the counter, I levered myself up to get a good look at it and what would it happen to be? But a Paook. I started freaking, for that thing was getting near my food, and that would have been a catastrophe in my eyes. I started squeaking and pointing "PAOOKI! PAOOKI!! MOM!! PAOOKIE!!!!!" My dad sees it and steps back to let mom handle it and mom has no idea what’s going on, while I'm watching this thing get nearer the food. My mom gets mad, and yelled at me "I DON'T SPEAK MOOKIE!!" Dad starts laughing, I laugh, and the spider goes down the side of the counter, where I can't see it, but I don’t care because the Food is safe.
To be quite frank, even though I don't want to be Frank, I didn't know I had my own language. Oh wait, maybe I did. I think I failed that class.
I went to this site, (link from the Flea) and wanted my Personalized Pirate name. Here it is:
Mad Ethel Kidd
Needless to say I went back and redid the quiz and used my nickname Mookie instead. Here's those results:
Mad Morgan Kidd
Ah yes, who does not love a poodle? I mean they are so cute, adorable, and quite smart. I mean what other brand of dog can be trained to say “Ou(t)” (poor dog can’t pronounce the T). Once in a super market some kid was sitting in a cart demanding to be let “Ou”. And of course my mother turned to me and said “See Rachael! He sounds just like Trix! I told you poodles were smart!” I was so horrified that she did that.
Trix also has the remarkable ability make his toy squeak. Much to my personal dismay. I swear that dog must practice squeaking that thing, He can do it for hours. *Sighs* Well at least he doesn’t eat his own poo anymore (we feed him tenderizer).
I'm sick. I’m upset, and I’m unmotivated. This sucks. But to be truthful with out the sickness life is no different.
At school I know of at least 6 kids that have Mono. They’re all preps. So I’m not to terribly worried about it, considering the preps and me have a nice little “Armistice” going: they don’t bother me any more then necessary, and I don’t make snide comments and insult their intelligence- in such a way that they don’t understand it –constantly.
Some of my friends have ditched me. I don’t know why. I don’t care at this point, because I’m sick. And when I’m sick I don’t care. I know I’m being repetitive. But I don’t care.
Some asshats on my bus today were being generic tards. They kept sticking their heads out the windows, hitting one another, and pretty much being stupid babies. Normally I would have told them to grow up, or ignore them. Today I did neither, but I didn’t have the nerve to tell them off. You see at one point they popped one of the emergency exits and the bus driver had to pull over, turn off the bus, walk to the back, yell at the kids (who did nothing but try to argue with her) and close the exit, and then walk all the way back up to the front. Ext. Once again normally it would have been that bad. Except my bus driver is supper nice, and very pregnant. I was so mad at those kids. But I could do anything because they are really big. And 90% of the time I wouldn’t be surprised if they have a knife somewhere on their persons.
In Theatre Production we cleaned out the Prop Room. Talk about a nightmare. We had two hours to sort through the nightmare; we did it in an hour and a half, Go Us. Funny thing though, the prop room has one of those pop ceilings where it’s the panels. Well on some of the panels that are actually still there, we put some suitcases. I can see it now, in a year or two someone will need to do some electrical work and about 15 suitcases will fall on them. Heh. Guess I should make a sign huh?
What else can I ramble about? I’ve been making a short story up. Its almost 6 pages now. Maybe a little over, I don’t remember, but its all typed. It made one of my friends mad, I let him read it. I left it at a cliff hanger, two of the characters were fighting, and one was just about to slash the others throat when I stopped for the night. I don’t think I’ll send him the next section. Just to annoy him. Heh. I probably will. But not for a day or two.
Okay I’m running out of O.J. I’ll post when I get a chance.
I think my dog is going insane. Its under my bed sneezing.
Oh by the way, The new Graphic/link to MU.NU is my own creation.
My dog has been sneezing for almost 3 minuites now.
Wow. I’ve been super busy lately. As you can see I'm almost done tweaking the template (not really, its an ongoing process, but its almost good enough to “officially” transfer from Blogger).
So lets see, what have I been up too? Well quite a bit. At work I caught up on three years worth of filing, I learned to work two of the machines (the glaucoma test and one other I can never remember the name too), and I learned how to file insurance claims and keep the books up.
Oh yeah! And today on the way home from work me and mom stopped at a Taco Bell/KFC-all in one place to get dinner. Mom went inside and I just stayed in the car, but I got bored so I went through my mom’s cell phone’s phone book and found my Grandpa’s number. No one in my family has been able to get a hold of him for a while so I figured “Okay why not. He wont answer anyway”. I called him. He answered. WOW!
So me and my Grandpa talked for a bit, until mom came back with the food. She didn’t know who I was talking to until I told her, and she was super surprised. So they talked, and we went home.
Now for the bad news. My Great Aunt is dieing of leukemia. I’ve never met her, but I think it hit dad kind of hard. But I'm not sure. She is apparently to the point where she can’t do anything by herself, she’s with her family at home, and is trying to hang on till her 71st birthday-the 8th-same Birthday as dad’s. I told my grandpa to give my condolences to the family, mom freaked out at the fact that I could be that nice/polite/heaven-forbid-sweet.
Unfortunately in hearing about my Great Aunt I remembered when I found out that my grandma (Fathers side) died. I don’t like to remember that, but then again who would? I had to fight real hard to keep my voice from cracking when talking to mom about it, and I realized I have a lot of built up resentment left over from that day. Mostly aimed towards my Aunt and Uncle (mothers side) who were living with us. My main grievance towards them (of many) is that they were there when we found out. I just don’t believe that they should have been there, it should have been a private FAMILY moment, and I always thought that they intruded on it. I know that they are family, but they were the wrong branch of the tree in my eyes. But who knows, I only remember that day through the eyes of a fifth (I think it was fifth) grader.
Well I got other things to do right now, post again later. Oh and for those that care, I finished my government assignment!!! I am so happy about that!!! Now I just have to finish English *grimaces*
This is just an entry for nothing really. I'm just trying to figure out how Moveable Type works, and needless to say, its going to take a while. In the mean time, give me a break, I got a lot going on so updates will be rare for a while. Maybe not. Depends. Anyway, I'll try to post later and hopefully figure out my template because I find the set one to be boring. But thats okay. Bye!