flickr meme

Via Darren Barefoot, the CD Cover Meme:

  1. The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
  2. The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
  3. The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

I took Darren’s advice and reloaded the Flickr page until the third image loaded was Creative Commons-licensed. With this in mind I present to you:

Fun! I adore how the “album title” fits the image really well. Plus, the sign in the picture reminds me of Portal. So everyone wins, but especially me.

Here’s the article I random’d to on aliline leather; the quote was said by Mark Twain (“Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.”); the image came from this person’s photo stream. Good times!

possible side effects include being awesome

I know that a lot of you have been telling me this from day one, but please believe me when I say it was something I needed to figure out on my own:

My brain? It ain’t right.

I’ve made the decision to go back on my anti-depression medication. Yesterday when I was at the doctor getting a refill of my anti-baby and anti-Ronaldo pills, I had the random doctor (I really need to find a doctor of my own instead of just using the walk-in clinics) write me a prescription for 75mg of EFFEXXX0R!!@#!!@!1. So, I’m back on it. Now, let the good times roll!

As obviously smart and charming and beautiful as I am, for some reason I still feel a huge stigma (stigmata? now that would be something to write to Ma about) against being on medication for being sad. I KNOW that’s not what it’s about. I KNOW it’s a chemical imbalance, and I KNOW there is no shame in fixing what’s wrong. For every other person out there on medication for depression, I applaud them mightily for taking the steps to have a better life. It’s awesome. Good for you!

Then there’s me, and I think I am a giant failure for needing brain pills to get through the day.

How much sense does that make? None, that’s how much. I can be a right bloody idiot sometimes, and this is definitely one of those times.

I know I had some of you up in arms about my decision to take myself off the crazy pills, but I really did need to see if I could do it. I think I needed to see what my life was like before the medication; remind myself that while things may suck right now, you wouldn’t believe how much worse they could get. I spent about 3 months off the medication, and things were .. not good. When I wasn’t angry, I felt dead inside. When I wasn’t a zombie, I was thinking about bus tires. Last weekend, when things were as bad as they’ve ever been, I came to the conclusion that the only reason I couldn’t kill myself right then and there was because I had dinner reservations on the 18th. That’s alarming for two reasons: that I’d started to think about offing myself again, and that wow, I really have no life the only “good” thing I could think of was that I had reservations for dinner. That isn’t normal. That isn’t me. Why the hell would I want to kill myself? I have a SCOOTER, for christ’s sake. Ain’t never seen no zombies riding around on scooters, snacking on the living.

So, things were bad. I am hoping they get better soon. I only started taking the medication again last night, so it’s a little early for me to start breaking out into song with every step – except this morning I woke up in a good mood, something that hasn’t happened in .. months. It’s quite possibly psychosomatic, but I’ll take it. Bus tires are dirty, and it’s wet out there.

*cheese*

choices

I’m feeling peppy, so I went out today and did stuff like get my girl parts examined, buy some groceries, stand in line, and explore my options concerning a misbehaving DS. It’s wet out there. I do not like January so much.

I called Ed to give him a choice for tonight’s dinner: would he like Thai food lovingly prepared by me, or corn dogs? I made him decide because I couldn’t – while I love Thai food and I make a damn good curry, corn dogs. Corn dogs are for all seasons and are delicious!

Ed did not like my follow-up idea of Thai corn dogs. This is probably for the best.

So, we’re having Thai food tonight. I’m going to make the portions tiny, though. If we get hungry again later: CORN DOGS!

crying uncle

Holy fuck universe, what did I ever do to you?

  • I woke up this morning retching, quickly followed by throwing up in the shower. Ever thrown up on an empty stomach? Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. Bile is just the greatest substance in the world.
  • My face is freaking out. I don’t think I had acne this bad even in high school, and each zit is leaving a delightful scar on my face. I actually have to use concealer, and it’s making me feel just awesome about myself.
  • Remember Ronaldo? Well, he’s back. Looks like it’s off to the doctor for some antibiotics for me. Hooray! It is not at all uncomfortable to have a fucking CYST on your DELICATE GIRL PARTS!

On the plus side, I haven’t gotten the rejection call from either of the two really good jobs I interviewed for. Yet. Things are sucking so much for me right now that I expect them to come in any minute. I’m trying to stay positive, but holy crap would you look at my face and vagina.

ARGH!

not built for rawk

We’ve been playing quite a lot of Rock Band since we got it. While I’ve played a lot of Guitar Hero and as such am no newb to the ins and outs of rhythm-based games, I’ve never been able to play any harder than Easy.

Until now! I’ve finally graduated to Medium! I am so pleased with myself. I might even be so bold as to try bass on Hard, although that’s pretty damn ambitious. I’m finding Medium on guitar AND bass challenging enough for one reason only:

Yeah. My hands are not built for rawk. Reaching blue is difficult; orange would be damn near impossible. Still, I have a dream. Maybe someday!

 

a map of Canada, let me show you it

Dear headhunters in Toronto:

I want a job, I really do. However, from your company alone, 3 people have contacted me 5 times about the same position – a 3-month contract astronaut job with my ORIGINAL SPACE STATION, in VICTORIA.

Let’s go over the logistical nightmare of this situation, shall we?

  • Unless the contract job is for the most perfect, awesome, incredible, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity working in a candy, puppy dog and fireworks factory, I am not interested. I’ve been working under contract for almost 5 years now with no benefits, no vacation time, no security and I DO NOT WANT to do it again.
  • I agree, I would be a great match for this position – because I’ve already done it. Same job, same company and if the pay is the same, I am soooo not interested.
  • It’s in VICTORIA. While I know that Toronto is the center of the universe, do you really know that little about the geography of Canada? Do you honestly not know that Victoria is on an island, is not part of the GVA, and is a 4-hour commute from my house including the 90 minute, $68-one-way ferry ride? I know I’ve already told this to your company but obviously you do not talk to your coworkers so I will have to explain it to you and perhaps even bring up some Google Map action.
  • Do you have any idea what the state of my mental well-being would be if I had to live with my mother for three months? You do NOT want to be responsible for that.

I finally emailed the guy back, explained the distance and asked if the company in question would be offering compensation for housing. He very quickly responded in the negative, so I think I’ve got him off my back for good. Now if he could just share this information with the other people from his company who keep contacting me for the same job, things would be just super.

I need a job. I’ve had two really good interviews that are currently in limbo and I don’t know when I’m going to hear back from them. Meanwhile, I’m depressed as all hell about this entire situation and .. well, let’s just say that it is not at all fun to be me right now. Not one little bit.

we are very sober women

Santa brought many, many video games to our household. I updated the Game section to reflect those titles I am currently or will soon be playing, with the exception of the game we got last night: Rock Band.

We started up a band and immediately left on our world tour. The Drunk Betties (in honour of our drunken neighbour, who is a very sober woman) are fairly new, but we’ve built up a loyal following of thousands and we have a big ol’ bus to travel in. Ed spent much of last night rigging up a system to dampen the drums a little (solution: a cut-up Fat Pad) (I am amused that we STILL try to show some sort of courtesy towards our neighbours when really they can all just jump up my ass at any time), and we plan to take over the world with our rage and island rhythms. Good times.

I got a lot of stuff for Christmas, but one of my absolute favourites is a print Ali sent me from the internets:

It’s me, in print form! I framed it and hung it in our bedroom above my nightstand, and it looks awesome. Thanks, Ali! :D

Time to go watch Ed run for the recycling truck. Between Rock Band, the new computer Ed built on Saturday, the giant box Future Shop sent me and my mixer, we have a massive pile of flattened boxes to send back to the recycled depths of hell from whence they came. Or, we could just build a fort. Ed apparently missed the truck, so fort building it is. Sweet.

pull up your socks, it’s the boy in the box

My downstairs neighbour is a child of the 80’s, through and through. She also really likes to listen to very loud music.

Right now she’s blasting some Corey Hart to the point where I can easily sing along to the song – it’s Never Surrender (tiiiiiiime is all we’re asking fooooor). I can do her one better than just singing along, though.

I queued up MY copy of Never Surrender and turned it on full blast. Nothing like dueling Corey Hart songs to amuse myself on this incredibly depressing Sunday afternoon!

Her music did get turned down after that.

Except now she’s listening to Sheryl Crow’s All I Wanna Do and I do *not* have that mp3 and nor will I go get it.

YOU WIN THIS ROUND, 1980’S NEIGHBOUR!

don’t look at me

I know that as a fairly serious gamer, I should want to play Mass Effect because it’s totally amazing and one of the best games to come out of 2007.

However, I really want to play it simply because Seth Green is in it and he is super cute.

I am ashamed of myself, but I stand by my loin-driven decision.