Esoteric Babble

Today it actually snowed. And not shitty “flurries” or whatever, but actual sticking snow. Amanda and I went and played a bit. We packed up snow balls and beat each other with them, and scraped snow off cars. Good times. It only lasted about 25 minutes, but well worth the 25 minutes. After that, we took back the S9s I got for my phone and went to Wal-Mart. Now we’re going to make a shit ton of tacos and play Rock Band. Should be a good time.

Although I did not create the snowman, I think the kids did a good job. I’m exceptionally proud of the titties the snowman…or I should say snowwoman… possess. 

Or something. I used RSS for a while now with comics and a couple other sites, but, until recently, I just had a folder I clicked in Firefox to view the posts. Not too spectacular. But today I found Brief, a Firefox addon, that is too awesome. Now I'm addicted to RSS feeds.

In other news, I sent back my Rock Band guitar today. So hopefully I'll get that soon. I like GH3's controller (which is good since I'm using it in the mean time), but I love the solo buttons on the Rock Band one. I also got Avatar on the 360 and "beat" it in 1 minutes. When I say "beat," I mean I got 1000/1000 gamerscore from it. What a cheesy game, but I'll take it.

Tomorrow I get off at 2:30. I should have Resident Evil: Extinction on Blu-ray when I get home tomorrow. Sunday we're going to the new Sam's Club. It opened today, but no way am I going today. It should be a blast thought.

Sometimes it’s not worth getting up in the morning… or going to bed… or having lunch. Etc. This lead me to thinking of suicide booth. Although my interest in them at the moment is purely academic, they seem like a good idea. If a person does not have the drive or interest to live in the world, should it matter if they don’t? When they cast off all ties to friends, family, work, love, pets, video games, then should we feel sorry for them? Obviously we’ll feel sorry for the those cast away. But it’s hard to find sympathy for someone who kills themselves. 

Now, there are exceptions: If you have a horrible disease or are in constant pain, then I can begin to empathize with you. However, you will probably be in a hospitable beds and can’t make your way to a suicide booth. Suicide booths in hospitals are not a good idea.

Anyway. Things are gray today, but that’s fine. I’m tempted to buy a new TV since Best Buy has a no-interest for 36 months deal. However, I’m always broke as is, so I don’t want to push the fragile lines of my bank account further into hysteria.

Yesterday I got a cool case for my awesome phone. But I was grief-stricken when my screen protector didn’t work quite right. So, now I have to try again this afternoon. If that doesn’t work, I’ll whine like a little girl and will probably buy another one. 

These shoes are outrageously priced at 30 dollars, but man are they cool. Some genetically challenged mixture– part high heel, part sneaker, all bad ass. I would definitely have bought them for my leg (pictures of that to come) if they weren't so pricey. Amanda and I are about to go to some jazz dance thing. Then Rock Band/Assassin's Creed all night.

Dreher came over and we drank and play Rock Band. Wow, was that fantastic. We'd switch out on the instruments and totally rocked out with our (figurative) cocks out. I love singing Ballroom Blitz as loud as I can. Amanda gives me dirty looks, but I don't care. 

 Now I will play Assassin's Creed.

So I'm using my sexy phone to post this message. If this works well, I can avoid posting on my journal from the entire world. As an added bonus, I've attached a picture I took this morning.