Just this picture scares me half to death:

Anyway, but if you're interested, here is an article on MSN about "record breaking" roller coasters. I can appreciate some stuff about them and why they are in theory cool, but I can't ride anything that has a hill on it. That's most coasters of course. (Not the Rock'n'Roller coaster at MGM studios, which I LOVE.)
Enjoy all you crazy fear-freaks!
Testing out a new online polling service.
Sorry but this is completely hilarious to me right now. Facebook in pirate. Observe:






Wow. I don't even know what else to say really.
Check out the magic fart stoppers this company is selling.
Apparently used on the set of Chuck.
I stole this from Sarah because I felt guilty about my recent mean posts and thought I owed it to my devoted readers to give you a little fun. So, here are the rules for this game:
OK, have fun!
(The real challenge here will be if enough people read my blog to guess all of these! I can't make Clementine responsible for all of them...)
I got this from Clementine.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever), please post a comment with a completely made up, fictional memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - but it has to be fake.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your blog and see what your friends come up with.
Of course, I'm who I am because of how and when I was raised, and by who, but we'll let that slide.
Nuts? No nuts? Nobody knows.
I was tagged by Joy to post six completely random things about myself. Since I'm still feeling hateful about a lot of things like the economy, politics, the country in general, I thought I would try doing something fun and not hateful. (Also, for my more astute readers, you may realize that I did this once before.)
Here's how it works:
Here you go:
When I was little (under 10), this was one of my favorite albums. I know, I know. Anyway, I would specifically play "Puff the Magic Dragon" over and over again. Yeah, yeah, it's about drugs, blah, blah, blah. All I know is it's also about growing up and leaving behind childish things and I'm not sure how much of that I understood but this song made me CRY. I would play it over and over and sit and cry. I'm not sure if my mom found this disturbing or amusing or both but she let me do it, which was probably good for my mental health. Anyway, I did this at a friend's house once (a family friend, my parents are very good friends with them, they have a son my age) and poor Judy (my second mom) couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I still remember how freaked out I made her.
When my brother Dan, the middle child, was a baby, I didn't refer to him as my baby brother, I referred to him as my baby. As in, "This is my baby Daniel." I was almost 4. I still think this is kind of hilarious but also sweet.
My fingers are double jointed. See?:

I remember almost every phone number I've ever had in my whole life.
In general, I am a stickler for The Rules. I'm not talking about any particular group of rules, I mean rules in general. This means laws, common courtesies, rules in a building or establishment of some kind, fashion "rules", and general rules of conduct (such as don't cheat on your significant other, hit or swear at your kids, drive like an asshole, bring your dog into Starbucks, etc.). I typically get VERY UPSET when people break The Rules.
I have bleached spots on my top front teeth from the cement on my braces. Thanks, orthodontist. Do you think they fixed this for free? No. But my dentist is happy to offer cosmetic bleaching to fix it. No thank you. No additional tooth damage needed.
I'm not tagging anyone because I'm lazy and I also did this once before. Happy Friday!
Yesterday I was helping robreed write a post and I suggested using the phrase "swath of grass" but he said no.
So I told him I was going to post it on my blog since he wouldn't say it on his.
Swath Of Grass
Thank you.