hello friends

So our car was robbed recently! In the garage, while we slept, because we accidentally left the garage door open (the car-size one). We never lock the people-size door that leads from inside the garage to the kitchen, so that is kinda scary y'all. It is now one of my nightly "can't sleep unless I check this" things to make sure the garage door is shut. Just like with my closet door, because monsters duh.

They got mecha's mp3 player. Oh, and our Decemberists tickets for next month! Which will possibly be the last Decemberists concert we will ever have a chance to see since apparently they're disbanding for at least the near future!

But then, a few days after the robbingz when we realized that hey, wait, the tickets were in there too, we went to the Overture Center and a nice man reprinted our tickets, with shiny new barcodes invalidating the old ones, for free.

Then we stopped in at a gift shop/candy store on State Street and met a different nice man who makes the best truffles I've ever tasted, and wouldn't stop giving us free samples while he chattered about how he made them.

So that was a nice day.

Finally, both to put my money where my spleen is and to make Victor happy, may I present a horrible picture of myself with a Pop-Tart box on my head. (I had assumed it would come out better-quality than the picture taken with a webcam I'd bought in 1999. I was wrong.)


Shaky hand + had to use only one hand since the other one was holding the box on + crappy cellphone camera + mirror, flipped but not otherwise edited. I took four pictures and that was the clearest one of the bunch. Not even kidding. You can't even tell how super-sweet my new glasses are! You can see my super-awesome closet, though. (The one with the monsters.)

Now, of course, I expect everyone who reads this to take a picture of themselves wearing foodboxen on their heads, and post said pictures. It's only fair.

I actually care enough to change the userpic on the entry for once. Look, a cute vole. When I was making this userpic I remember thinking that Chris would like it. You know what? I bet he would. Voles are just that awesome. And cute.

From AIM a little while ago:
[01:48:52] The Jennybork: YOU
[01:48:54] The Jennybork: ENTERTAIN ME
[01:49:00] [16-year-old e-friend]: ALRIGHT
[01:49:03] [16-year-old e-friend]: -strips-
[01:49:12] [16-year-old e-friend]: HOW IS THAT?
[01:49:15] The Jennybork: Um. I think you just made me a criminal.

My brain is getting slowly used to the idea that my time with Chris is a thing of the past, that "never again" really DOES mean "no, seriously, NEVER EVER AGAIN". It is kind of terrifying. I guess it's necessary so I can heal and get on with my life and whatever else, but it's still kind of terrifying. Jenny, comfortably in a relationship and lookin' forward to gettin' married someday, is gone. Now there is only Zuuluh er I mean Jenny who is livin' the single life and not enjoying it at all. Also Zuul NO DAMMIT NO ZUUL AND I AM STILL NOT THE GATEKEEPER¹

I thought Valentine's day was stupid and pointless last year, and the year before, and the year before, and so on. This year I am probably going to be extra-emo about its stupidness to boot, because I am all alone and so on. Blarg. It is probably a good sign that I am terribly annoyed by all the emo. It means I am not entirely soaking in it anymore.

On Saturday I will be falling off the Internet for a while. Someone will be coming down here to get me and take me back up to Indy, either to mechamom's or mechasister's. I don't know how long I'll be gone; certainly at least until the 2nd of January, and maybe not for a few days after that. I'll have my cell so I can make phoneposts if I need to, though, and those of you that know the number, if for some reason you feel that you cannot go a second longer without getting my unique perspective on life, feel free to call.

Sean, you can't have the number. I'm just sayin' before you ask. So don't bother. MAYBE IF YOU WERE NOT SUCH A JERK THINGS WOULD BE DIFFERENT; FEEL FREE TO TAKE THAT TRIP TO HELL NOW

I finally updated my comics link list after like two months of not getting around to it. Although I'm pretty sure that I left something off, even if I can't remember what it was. All of those comics are good, and deserve your eyeballs.

I had chicken barbecue pizza for dinner tonight. I ordered it online and then like an hour and twenty minutes later Mad Mushroom FINALLY called and said that they had just gotten the fax in, but I told them I still wanted it, 'cause I did. When I eventually got it, I ate half of it all at once. Pizza tastes even more delicious when you've been starvin' for three hours! Especially when it is just about the best chicken barbecue pizza you can get in all of Bloomington, a town well-known for its multifarious pizzarias.

Whipped out We Love Katamari today, and managed to finally get past Bright on the firefly stage. Good stuff. I am debating whether to give GTA:SA another try; I'm currently stuck on three different mission strands, but even if I can't pass any missions, I can still run around San Andreas stealin' cars, cappin' fools, and pimpin' hos. Technology betters all our lives!

That's about it, I think.

1. Mainly referring to the three-parter linked here. Man, what is it with me and weird little pagey thingies involving mythical evilish creatures.²
2. See, 'cause I also did this in August 2004.

I like cheese.

Voles: they need your love!



That is all.

(blame mashuren)

Amen, brother. Amen.


On another note, it does not matter if three days in a row I slept from 6 to 11, from 8 to noon, and from 7 to 11. The fourth day, I still cannot fall asleep before dawn, and then since I'm so exhausted from lack of sleep, I sleep through till 5 PM and thus am all set up to continue the horrible cycle. Lame.

I was awake for 26 hours straight yesterday, and then I slept four hours last night! Boy, being too poor to afford the drugs you need to function normally is AWESOME. Woo 'Merica! Keep the health care costs up and the health statistics down! Single-payer government insurance, and the attendant rise in public health and longevity, are for COMMIES.

I just got myself a lovely breakfast consisting of a tiny box of cereal and a glass of root beer (because that is what I've decided it means), when I happened to glance at the said tiny box.

It was a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. A good enough cereal, and better than the raisin bran that was the other tiny box. And I'm sure we're pretty much all familiar with the little cartoon bee that has been their mascot for at least a couple decades, but I'll refresh your collective memory anyway: here is the bee on the box.



A happy, smiling cartoon bee.

Until you look closer.



That is not an expression of happiness. That is an agonized rictus most often associated with the realization that one's existence is utterly meaningness and devoid of purpose or joy.



Chilling.


While I'm making a picture post, here, have a bottle of dishwashing liquid.



Because as we all know, the default state of the universe is "ultra".

YES.

That is all.

So mecha, being the filthy liberal type that he is, was eagerly watching the Democratic senatorial primary in Connecticut. Lieberman versus some new guy with wacky ideas about giving poor people access to health care, or letting women decide what happens to their own bodies. The new guy won, and so in celebration we had Ned Lamont Victory Chili for dinner tonight. See, 'cause mecha got this book of state-themed chili recipes out from the library, and there was one for Connecticut. And there you have it.

Or rather HERE you have it: pictures of our delicious repast.





It were mad tasty. Thank you, Mr. Lamont! Your victory inspired our dinner.

Morgan likes to sleep squished up against the glass of his cage. It is sickeningly cute of him, especially when he does it facing outwards.


Tiny hamster paws!


When he sleeps, you'd never guess that he was a vicious pirate hamster.

It's a pity they didn't come out better, or I'd submit them to Cute Overload. Still. Observe! Enjoy! Do not eat. DO NOT EAT MY HAMSTER. He's mainly fluff anyway.

I can't be the only one who finds this *hilarious*.

...is this seriously all they've got to do with their time?