Monkey Thoughts

Well, between work and Warcraft, it would seem I didn't get much blogging done at all last year. I've quit warcraft to allow myself to sleep and devote hours to other stuff, such as exercising or cleaning my apartment (you could seriously eat off the floor now). Sleeping especially. I tried to make a note of all the movies I wanted to review, but the list was ridiculous. I don't know, maybe I'll get to it. That is, of course, assuming I still remember what I thought about the movies. Sometimes I even forget I saw a movie. Anyway, I'm ready to kick some ass. Or...write some words. Yeah.

I'm sitting here watching One Missed Call (the original Japanese version, not that shitpile remake with Shannyn "I have issues with roles requiring a range of emotion" Sossamon. Okay, maybe that was harsh. But I'm not a fan.) Anyway, I'm watching this flick and pontificating to myself on how exactly I would handle this situation, say I ended up getting a call from myself with the death on it. And I think, should I go into a padded room and not speak for a few days, no matter what the situation, I should be good to beat it all. And I think if one would beat it, the curse shit would be null and void. I'm pretty sure that is how it all works.

One of the benefits of having bred is being able to watch children's shows and pass it off as "Oh, I only watch because of the kids". Sure, it starts out innocently that way. One attempts some bonding time over Noggin and chocolate milk, enduring repetitive songs and invisible tv-land children responding to the physically-mature-yet-somehow-mentally-and-emotionally-stunted adults on the shows. Then one day, you find yourself randomly singing the theme song to Franklin or making Dora the Explorer references in adult social settings. It is inevitable.
That all being said, it is almost midnight and Noggin is still on my TV even though the little Bug has been put to sleep a while ago. Oh, but I haven't been watching. I've been "surfing" on the computer. That is believable, right?
I have to say, as far as children's programming goes, I'm not overly impressed with Max and Ruby. There is a sort of quaintness that I find charming, but I don't think it has much educational value compared to some of the other programs on. I will tell you what makes the show for me though. It's the look Max gets on his face whenever he gets pissed off:

Look at that. It's just precious. I find myself watching the show just to see him get pissed off. Makes me feel all warm and tickled inside.

It would not be a stretch to say that this year started out a bit rocky. And by bit rocky, what I mean is that someone was enjoying a laugh at my expense. That's not to say it was all bad. I did have some really good moments and achievements, so I've stayed positive for the most part.
Lately though, I've been unable to get myself out of my stressed/panicky mode. I feel like my heart is racing a lot of the time, and I can't get to sleep normally. I guess I'm bracing myself for the next thing, but man, I'm driving myself crazy. I had been feeling pretty good earlier this year, but now I'm back to feeling run down and exhausted and just on edge a lot.
I really need to figure out how to relax and stop working myself up over nothing.

So it would appear a good portion of my issues stem from the fact that I tend to forget to pay certain bills. Like, for example, the phone bill last month. I spent a good week or so trying to figure out why exactly my phone wasn't working. It's not that I intended to not pay, I just simply forgot about it.
This time, I failed to renew my domain in a timely fashion. In fact, I had gotten the email saying I needed to renew, but my hosting company had charged me with domain renewal in Oct, so I assumed it was all good. Funny thing about that, their charging of a domain renewal that I was not expecting cause me to bounce a rent check for the first time in my life. I just found out this weekend that they don't own my domain name, so they shouldn't be pretending to renew it. Bleh, anyway...I didn't think to pay that bill until the site was down, and of course I didn't notice until it was after hours on Sat. So yeah. Live and kicking again.

My home has been invaded by little people. I dryly laugh in my head at the humor of saying "don't make a mess". That's just a useless expenditure of energy.
So now I sit here and have a tick at the amount of cleaning I'll have to do. Maybe I'll clean in the form of shoving all the toys in a packing box.

(and by little people, I mean kids, not "little people".)

Acorn MP3 Player
It stores 1 gig worth of data.
Even more important, it would be a good source of lame puns:
"What's that?" "Nuttin'"
"What are you listening to?" "Nuttin'"

Yeah, lame puns. But worth it all.

Oh my...forget McMansions or cul-de-sacs in manufactured neighborhoods.
THIS is the house I want:

How awesome would that be? You just need a wizard or so to really complete the whole "look". And maybe a small pony.
Read all about this awesome home here : http://www.simondale.net/house/index.htm

We've decided to leave our humble apartment and move to a humble, but totally ass-kicking townhouse that has hardwood floors, a backyard and a freaking DISHWASHER. And I have about a week to pack everything up and get ready to go. I've gotten about 6 boxes so far, which seems like a lot to me, but is quite evidently not much at all as I still have miscellaneous shit everywhere. No matter what I pack, I'm convinced I'm making a huge mess, and that makes me tick even more.
I've made a list of everything to do and it's not boding well with my crazy side. Too much to do, too little time. But if I had too much time, I wouldn't do a damn thing with it. I'm a classic procrastinator. Even if I'm going on a vacation, I tend to pack 5 mins before I'm supposed to be running out the door. I don't know what it is about me. Regardless, I'm determined to do this as organized as possible.

In other news, I have no idea where I put my Netflix movies. It's quite annoying. I've had them in the same place for a month and they are suddenly not there. I'm guessing that I decided I had a better place to put them, but I just failed to keep myself in the loop of communication. That totally sounds like me. Doing things without letting me know.

Another Oscar party come and gone. I don't think I actually saw any of the movies nominated other than Juno (awesome & cute movie by the way), which made my voting choices tough. I think I only ended up with 6 or 7 correct guesses, which was pathetic.
All in all, not a bad Oscars. I mean, it is what it is. There's only so much they can do to jazz it up.
What did really irk me (and it appears quite a few people) was the omission of Brad Renfro from the "In Memoriam" piece. What the hells? I realize he wasn't some big superstar, but let's face it- a lot of people didn't know who the hell half of the people were anyway. Boo. Hiss. Yeah, like that.
Ah well. I think next year, I will make it a point to see a large percentage of the nominated movies beforehand so my choices are a lot less sucky.

I stumbled upon this little ditty today:
Garfield Minus Garfield

Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolor disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life? Friends, meet Jon Arbuckle. Let’s laugh and learn with him on a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against lonliness and methamphetamine addiction in a quiet American suburb.

I have to say, reading some of the more bizarro-hilarious ones such as this or this or this reminds me of one of my brothers. Ahem. Sometimes. When he's hopped up on too much Arby's.