Matt Rossi called my ex a harridan, over on Fire bad, weblogs good! He also did a nice review of the site. At least, I think “delightful neuropeptide broth” is a compliment.
Of course, being an illiterate heathen, I can’t remember what harridan meant. Here’s the definition.
Brad is selling his wisdom teeth.
This is why God invented the Web.
CornCam. Now you too can watch corn grow, from the privacy of your own computer.
For many years, I have worked in the IT industry. Much of that was
low-level tech support.
I will reveal unto you the secret ways of dealing with Tech Support.
Get a notepad and pencil.
Do all the things the techs always want you to do first, such as:
reboot the computer, empty the recycle bin, run scandisk, run defrag, run
your antivirus program. Write all this stuff down.
Call tech support.
Melanie wants to be an actor. [Actor? Actress? Is there something wrong with the term “Actress”? Did I wake up in a parallel dimension?]
As much as I loathe Hollywood, I must admit I admire anyone with the stamina to continue trying, day after day, to become gainfully employed in the film industry.
Good luck, Melle.
Well, this is something else that no one but me will care about or appreciate, so I figured I’d blog it too.
I Absolutely adore cheap, knock-off toys, especially robots and the ilk…. As is evidenced by my collection of robots, which number quite a few, due mostly to the ready availablility of Cool Spawn and Gundam robots, my robot addiction + Ebay, and due in part to the plentiful nature of cheap gundam etc knock-offs at places like “Big Lots” and “Dollar General” stores.
When my friends Hannah and Brad recently went to the UK for their Honeymoon, they were nice enough to bring me back some wonderful little items, which only someone such as myself and The Maroneys can truly appreciate.
Something really funny that happened today.
I was driving along Woodward ave. (a 4-lane road), and I was coming upon a stoplight (Which was at an intersection of another 4-lane road running perpendicular. The light was green) about 40 feet in front of me. I was preparing to continue my way happily through when I noticed, in the lane beside mine (there were no other cars about) up by the stoplight, was a pickup truck, with its brakelights on, stopped akimbo in the intersection. And a large dust cloud was escaping it, further into the intersection. Now, I’m not one to gawk, and I hate those people who stop to stare at things in the road, so I took a haphazard glance out the passenger side window as I drove past the pickup…..
And what I saw, making the dust, was a pull-behind trailer full of lumber racing along of its own accord, past the intersection, and into the corner Texaco, where it, in the exact 3 seconds I happened to be staring at it, collided with a big stupid SUV attempting to leave the gas station.
The wood went flying up and under and around the car; the most part of the stack serving to pin the drivers side door shut, while the bottommost beams slid out inder the bottom of the SUV, coming to rest on the other side of the thing (as I could see as I drove past it, affording myself a better view of the OTHER side of the SUV)
Like I said, I’m not the type to stop and gawk, so I kept on driving; my two passengers hadn’t even seen it, and I remarked as I drove past and realized exactly what I had just seen, a Rogue Trailer on the rampage. They turned around in time to see the results of the crash, but not the impact itself.
The only really *haunted* place I have ever seen with my own eyes is the old Forks of Cypress slave house, the one that wasn’t there anymore when I saw it. Since then I have done extended research into that place, and I found out a few interesting facts. For one thing, it is at the fork of two creeks, which fits in with Unxmaal’s idea. For another thing, the main house was built on an Indian burial mound. The tribe whose ancestors were buried there begged James Jackson to keep it as it was, to not disturb it in any way, so that although they were being herded to Oklahoma at the time, they could journey back with their children someday and let the children get in touch with the spirits of their ancestors. James Jackson totally agreed, promised to keep it pristine, and as soon as they were gone he built a mansion on top of the mound. Note that that mansion is no longer there. In fact, note also that the Jackson family no longer even owns the grounds. James Jackson also had a good bit of hard luck in his life, after he did that.
I’ve never really seen anything else that strange in my life. I’ve gone ghost hunting quite a lot in the past few years, but I’ve never found anything like what I stumbled on by accident there. Soon after I started driving, I began going by the Forks of Cypress plantation, just for the hell of it. I noticed this old slave house right by the road. I can still remember it, right down to the pattern of the walls. That fall my history class took a field trip to the plantation, and to my complete surprise, the house was gone.
“What happened?” I asked a friend. “It was here a month ago! Surely I would have heard about it if something had happened to it, right?”
This earned me a curious look. “What are you talking about? That slave cabin burned down four years ago.”
Oh.
I freaked out. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Ever. Nothing like that has happened since. It’s the one paranormal happening that I have ever come across. I developed a theory that those who didn’t know the house was gone could still see it, and scared the bejesus out of ShadowStitch and Paul testing the theory out.
I can see ley lines and mana playing a part in this, but I can also see pissed off dead people having a lot to do with it as well…
This guy got spammed, and then got even.
Okay, everybody vote for this guy. Unlike the other two presidential candidates, i don’t envision him starting a nuclear war ordoing something else insanely stupid.