So Easter is on Sunday, and instead of reflecting on the sacrifice Christ made for me and His eventual Glory and Resurrection, I would like to focus on this:
First thought: Pure Nightmare Fuel.
I have watched this four times and each time I'm more and more disturbed by it. The bunnies are screaming silently as they slowly melt away. Just look at their faces and try not to see the horror in their beady little candy eyes, and imagine the terror they feel as they realize there's no escape from total obliteration.
Don't try to pinch me on Saint Patrick's Day for not wearing green.
Don't tell me you finished cleaning your room when all you did was pile your blankets on your bed.
Don't ask me a question and then argue with me about the answer.
Don't pet my hair like I'm a dog.
Don't go to a horror movie and spend the whole movie muttering-just loud enough for the person in front of you to hear- "oh no" "Oh no" "OH NO" "They shouldn't be doing that." "They're going to get caught" "I told you" or the best: "We should have gone to see the movie about the horse". Yeah, you SHOULD have gone to the horse movie.
Don't "Reply All".
Don't offer to switch shifts with me, then show up late.
Don't try to fake a Kentucky accent when you're from upstate New York.
Don't try to fake any sort of British accent while you're at it.
Community is the best thing that nobody is watching on television. I know people are watching it because the internet is full of people shouting "Six seasons and a movie!", but I don't personally know anyone who watches it. I try to convince anyone who is unfortunate enough to drift into my sphere of influence, but maybe the way I describe it makes it sound off-puttingly weird.
It's not that weird, really. Ok, maybe the Dean is a little weird. And we won't talk about Chang. Or Pierce's dad's elephant ivory toupee. Or Baby Boomer Santa. Ok, so it can be weird if you don't know what's going on.
The second half of this (the 3rd) season is cranking up the drama (but it's still hilarious). Troy and Abed -who (with apologies to Joel McHale and his pecs) are the soul of this show -are experiencing growing pains in their friendship. The last 2 weeks I have ended the episode with "NOooooooooooooo".
Anyway, just cuz I can, here's a clip of Abed as a vampire (you'll have to sit through the first minute and a half for the payoff).
I like to bake mostly because I like to eat what I bake. So here's a recipe for Chocolate Chocolate Chip cookies. The last time I made these I had to make them in batches, so while I had a sheet in the oven baking I was blindly shoveling cooling cookies into my mouth. These are best 5 minutes out of the oven, but are great up to 3 days later if you store them in an air-tight container.
It's April 1st. So time for my first A to Z Challenge post. To kick this off right, cue Flailing Kermit Arms:
So for A I'm going to do a short about me post.
So this here a few things that describe me, or at least the me that exists today. I might be a different person tomorrow.
I have 4 pets: 1 son and 3 cats.
Signature phrase: "I hate people". Sometimes I try to not be so misanthropic, but then someone pisses me off with just absolute what-the-fuckery and I remember why I hate people.
Point #2 comes up A LOT in my job (I work in a call center).
Google is my best friend. How I ever found ANYTHING before Google was invented I don't know.
I can't stop listening to "Sexy and I Know It" by LMFAO (wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, Yeah!)
I have a terrible memory and my brother is always reminding me of things I've said or done. I usually argue with him for a while before admitting that it sounds like something I would do. He could tell me that I killed a guy in '96, chopped up the body and dumped the pieces in the Kalamozoo river, and with enough insistence from him, I'd probably confess.
I am a little too excited about the A to Z Challenge considering I have no theme and no ideas past the letter H. My 10th post might just be the letter I repeated 50 times.
So here I am. Come see me tomorrow. I can assure you there will be absolutely no attempts at comedy for B.
