I need to get a hold on myself.

I believe I will start messing with the "innovative" hash-tagging feature of mySpace and create completely irrelevant hash-tags. #658344

1. I'm a little impressed that FaceBook's hash-tag identifier algorithm understood my first attempt to be a NUMBER. (Though I am a bit upset that I lack the capability to discuss the sixty-ninth position.)
1. Blogger does not seem to understand how outlines work. (Lulz) "Hullo, kettle. I'm pot!" -- not intended to be a marijuana joke. 
1. I believe that my uses for boldface and italic font are different from the Chicago Style requires. I've not sure if I've become lax or if I'm just forgotten. *Sigh*
2. I find it amusing that:
1. everything 

I was about to stop writing [yes, before even beginning the series above (or was the single option offered to make the point that a series is unnecessary?)] when I decided to hit Enter to return to the narrowest margins available on the post...

And would like to show you how my experience went by providing an animation that is so slow that I have enough time to comment in between frames. (Think walking through a museum to view each frame. NO RUNNING ALLOWED!)

|---------START LINE----------|

1. _...
1. _...
1. _...
2.  
1. everything
   (press enter)
3. [Shift-tab]
5. 
   
   
   blah
6. .
7. ..
8. ...
9. iv
   
   
   

everything


A few questions that arose out of context while I was typing the words above:

Why am I so aroused by the Chicago Book of Style and other prescriptive grammar authorities?

[Enter sudden and unplanned emphasis of previous statement through lesson.]

Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?

Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?

Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

Where in the world is Carmen? San Diego?!?

Wherein the whirl Disc our men? Sandy Eggo!

28th (on the 28th!) wish list

Mom -

As promised, here is my wish list. I racked my brain for ideas and came up with a few things. I always feel greedy when my list gets too long...but I was window shopping online (in multiple windows on the internet browser, so the term still applies) and couldn't stop myself. Click the "here" link to go to Amazon/Petsmart/Frederick's/Thirty-one/Target websites. 

• USED 4ed. Dungeons & Dragons Player's Handbook 1 (here) --> $11.89

• USED 4ed. Dungeons & Dragons Dungeon Master's Guide (here) --> $13.98

• USED 4ed. Dungeons & Dragons Monster Vault (here) --> $14.98 

• Sonic dog bark stopper (here)

• [UNUSED] Frederick's panties in various colors (here)

• Thirty-one "Large Utility Tote" in Patchwork Paisley or Black Pick Me Plaid
  (here is Cyndee Hale's page for ordering; through the end of June you can get another tote for only $10 if you spend $35+ ... you could even get one for yourself with a U of M design!)

• 9-cube organizer (here) -- and if you're feeling froggy, a set of drawers in kiwi green (here)

Maybe Later (for Emily's reference)

Blah

I really think this tie-tye layout needs to change (if this thought confuses you it means I finally got off my ass sat on my ass and changed something I was unhappy with).

In other news, I'm ready to go back to a regular schedule. May has been a super fucked-up time for me at work. I've been getting ready for inventory with a crew of 6-7 others and my schedule has been a hot mess lately. For the first two weeks of the month, I worked 4a-1p which worked out okay aside from killing my nightlife (as if I would have actually spent them drinking and partying until 2 in the morning otherwise). But these last two weeks I have been 9p-6a which has thrown things into chaos. I'm convinced that only single people need to be working nights because it interferes with the natural flow of family life. Is it elitist of me to pin unpleasant things on a group of people? (Don't answer that; I just reread the question.)

I am currently obsessed with Listopia.co.uk, a British humor website* that you should check out if you want to understand it because I am not wasting our time explaining something to you that you can easily figure out on your own. It seems I am weening myself off of Arrested Development, not in the sense that I'll be abandoning Netflix but just in the sense that two episodes a day (rather than six) will do me just fine until I'm caught up.

I forgot the thesis of the previous paragraph so I opted to start a new one. THESIS: I seem to be a bit narcissistic. Not quite sure when that happened, but I think I need to start hanging out with other people in hopes to make my head a little smaller. (I won't know if that joke landed until I reread this post, but I have no desire to look back yet.)

Full speed ahead!

My writing needs some sort of purpose but it takes me a few minutes of stream-of-consciousness to get prepared for another format. I also think another cup of coffee will help jump my creative engines.

Here goes nothing.

June, DAY 1

New month, new resolutions.

I Stumbled Upon a page that posited that it takes 30 days to form a habit so I'm targeting three this month:

• Take one picture everyday.
• Write one "I-like-this-about-you" note/email/text daily.
• Write something everyday.

In my typical fashion, I am overdoing it on the first day (taking multiple pictures in this case). Which is fine, so long as I don't burn out before the habit's established.

Enough prologue; here are the photos.

"It rubs the lotion [top right] on its skin or else..."

Apparently Kara is too tired to care about the consequences. All I know is she's getting a bath tomorrow and that hose water sure is cold. — at Abarca Castle.

A still really doesn't do this battle justice, but my ancient phone doesn't have a camcorder app so you'll have to visit us in person if you care to witness the epic awesomeness that is [poorly] encapsulated by this photo. — at Abarca Castle.

Dog fight continues. (Pretty sure they're fighting to be king/queen of the mountain of crap in the corner of the room.) — at Abarca Castle.

Kara is completely oblivious to how adorable she is (and at least twenty other perfectly-obvious facts). — at Abarca Castle.

Nacho, colorblind by default, senses something is amiss with this fabric pairing.

In other news, the interwebs assert that dogs are not technically colorblind. It seems that their visible color gradient only includes yellows, blues, and greys...effectively invalidating my previous quip.

I feel that HUMOR > FACTUALITY in this case so we'll run with it. (After all, what does Nacho care? He doesn't know what a photo is.) — at Abarca Castle.

Damn, that's a good looking dog. — at Abarca Castle.