The one where I went way off topic

Today is my birthday.  I am 35 years old.  I am old.


Now you may say, "35?  You're still so young!" Especially if you happen to be my mother.


But hear me out here.


I was flipping through the channels the other day and came across MTV.  It was playing those whatcha-ma-call-its.  Those things that MTV used to play all the time but stopped playing sometime in the late ninties in favor of Teen Moms celebrating their Super Sweet 16s while dealing with the Real World/Road Rules on the Jersey Shore.  You know, the things.  The videos, set to music.  Gah! What were those things called?!


Oh yeah Music Videos.


Anyhoo, I stopped to see what was going on and after about 15 minutes realized I didn't know who any of these people on my tv were.   And I didn't want to know who they were.


And...scene.

Keyboard Cat in Hell

Cats playing musical instruments.  Aww.  More like the shrieks of terror and despair of the damned.

The soulless gaze of the cat.  The sullen thumping of the mouse-thing's drum.  The droning of the old man's off-rhythm voice.  Hell exists and this is playing over the sound system 24/7.

It's 2012. Time to get your survival bunker ready.

I was talking to my brother a while ago, don't really remember what we were talking about, but the subject of 2012 came up.  He asks me "Aren't you worried about the end of the world?".  My response: "If the world is going to end, I won't be able to do anything to stop it." 


There are apparently many different ideas as to what 2012 is going to mean.  Firstly, this is all based off of the Mayan calender, which, allegedly, (I love that word) only went up to 2012, meaning that whatever High Priest, or High Priest's administrative assistant set the calendar up, didn't have any engagements scheduled for 2013 or later.  I'm not a Mayanologist, nor do I play one on TV, but if the History Channel has done a show on the subject, I'm going to have to take it with an ocean full of salt.

That being said, lets take a look at a few of the possible ways we'll be saying "adios" to Life, the Universe, and Everything:

I once fell asleep on the couch with the tv on.  I woke up in the middle of the night to this (click through to 7:45 to see what I woke up to):

Yeah, you don't want to wake up to that at 2 in the morning.



Something is different... can't quite put my finger on it...

Since I started this blog, I have completely redone the lay out 3 times and fiddled with it multiple other times.  The first try was a hideous purple monstrosity.  I'm a fan of the color and I was going through a phase that should be reserved for 12 year old girls.  After a few weeks, I realized how ugly the colors and layout were so I changed to an orangey doodle background with white foreground.  It was an improvement, but in my way of thinking if it's not monochromatic, it must have like 15 different colors in it.  So the background was orange, the title was purple, the titles were some other color--it was just too much.  I liked it at first, just like I thought 4 shades of purple hit the spot because I have no taste.  After a while I realized I was actually embarrassed by the way the blog looked so I changed it again.  The color scheme has been simplified.  I also added "read more" links (or "jumps" in blog lingo) on the longer posts so you don't have to scroll-scroll-scroll to get to previous posts (I hate that, so why would I do that to anyone who might stumble across my blatherings?) I figured out how to add a background picture to my title (seriously folks, any monkey can create a blog; deftly using Microsoft Paint to create your very own stolen off the internet picture requires genius), and I think it's the best way to describe what I'm trying to do here.

Yes, after typing that last sentence I spent 10 minutes googling pictures of monkeys on computers.

Speaking of what I'm trying to do,  most blogs I have stumbled across have a theme.  All I can say is my theme is randomness.  So there.  Don't expect too much from me, all 1 of my readers who may or may not be my mom.