Sunday, August 23, 2009

A Revolving Lithic Conglomerate Accumulates No Congeries Of A Small, Green Bryophitic Plant.

Good grief! I always thought I was a somewhat organized individual, until I tried cleaning out the boxes under my bed. I don't organize anything, I just find suitable boxes to store similar items. But ticket stubs aren't the same as play programs aren't the same as important receipts aren't the same as photographs... aye carumba! Why do I feel obliged to KEEP all this stuff?! Bad case of Packratitis.

So, I'm officially buying a camera... off of Craigslist. DUN DUN DUN! Am I going to get raped and murdered, scammed out of $1,000,000, or will the guy just require that I let him play with my hair for an hour? I'm prepared for any of the above. The camera is a Canon Powershot G2. Online reviews have made it out to be one helluva camera, but I'm still worried it's going to be damaged or be coated in anthrax or something. It's not an aesthetically appealing camera, but what's cool about that is cameras are for TAKING pictures, not being in them. It's for "professional and advanced amateur photographers," which worries me a little bit, since I've always been content to be blissfully ignorant and use a simple point-and-shoot... this is going to be a learning experience.

In re: last night's tagging and everyone's input on haircutting, the vast majority of you are unhelpful; congratulations. To those of you who fulfilled your civic duty and gave bonafide input, muchos. I think I'm just going to wait it out a little more and see where I stand on the issue... because it's not like hair grows on trees.


...Or does it...? *stifle gag reflex*

You know what I want to watch that I haven't seen in forever? The Brave Little Toaster. It's a classic, and was one of my favorite movies as a kid. To this day, I still listen to the music because it kicks butt, but I don't think I own the video anymore. It's a good story! I love the scene where they're all cleaning the house and dancing to "Tuti Fruti." And the scene where the flower sees it's own reflection... I feel kind of stupid for saying this but I'm just gonna put it out there... I cried. And I stand by my convictions when I say the Brave Little Toaster should be made into a musical. How awesome would that be?! The costumes might be difficult, but other than that it's totally feasible.

This scene freaks me the eff out, but I love the song.


Things That Have Faded Into Oblivion
- Fly dancers. Those things were the bees knees! It's a doll... with wings... that flies into the air when you pull the string! That's something EVERY kid can enjoy. How did these fade into the background?

- Collectible McDonald's Happy Meal toys. When McDonald's said, "collect all 15," they used to mean, "collect all 15." My cousins had a massive collection of Little Mermaid Happy Meal toys, and there was some "gold edition" where the figurines were dipped in gold-colored paint... that stuff used to be legitimate collecting material.

- S Club 7. Think all the way back to 2002... they were a Miami(?) band with their own show (which, at the time, was a revolutionary concept). Did they break up? OD? What happened?

- Tamagotchis. I want to say good riddance, because I could never keep mine alive past its 1st birthday. But it was a lesson in responsibility and they were fun while they were alive. While searching for appropriate images I came across this: , which apparently was a T-shirt design at some point. I want that shirt... BADLY. Mine frequently died in its own poo :(.

- String Cheese. It used to be a lunch essential. Is it just me, or does string cheese seem like a rare commodity these days?

- The 100.7 fugitive (no photo available). About 5-6 years back, everyone listened to 100.7, and everyone was on the look-out for the 100.7 fugitive. For those of you who were a nobody 5-6 years back, this radio station had a person living in San Diego County known as "the fugitive," and if listeners found this person they would get a massive cash prize. So, for a period of time, everybody in San Diego County was asking everybody else in San Diego County, "Are you the 100.7 fugitive?" It was all the hub-bub: updates on the age, location, hair color, gender-- EVERYTHING about this person, who was eventually discovered by someone, and that someone won a ton of money (say that ten times really fast).

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