I went out with my sister and mother this week to see the infamous Puppetry of the Penis, and I have to say that frankly I'm beginning to doubt all your guys' cringing and whining about the pain of getting kicked in the balls when you can twist, stretch, and contort your genitals to the degree that these two men did with ease. D: It was amazing and horrifying at the same time, with emphasis on tricks such as the Snail, the Pelican, and... *shudder* Kentucky Fried Chicken. I'd be interested in knowing how many of the men who allow themselves to be dragged to PotP go home and immediately try out some of the "installations" for themselves. Brings a whole new meaning to the concept of "playing with yourself".

Kudos goes out to my sister this week -- she managed to summarize the whole and entire subject range of my Twittering and compile them into a comprehensive, easy to read pie chart:


It is, sad to say, a fairly accurate representation. -_-; As a result, over the past few days I have become an increasingly self-conscience tweeter.

And oh god, after years of constant willpower I'm starting to read fanfiction again. It's like horribly addictive fandom crack and I'm trying to keep it to small quantities. Save me before I fall off the edge of the world and am never heard from again.

Sorry guys, but I'm really struggling to force myself to finish reading Outlander. It's only rated a Somewhat Entertaining on the Brenna Scale of Awesome -- there's only so many times in one book that the heroine can be almost killed and/or raped, have her big burly Scotsman husband save her at the last moment, and then go off and have piles of hot sex before it all becomes a little repetitive. At times it also feels like a bad Harlequin smut novel, with such cheese-filled gems as:

I pressed my hips back against him, inviting, and settled against
him with a sigh as his solid hardness filled me.

and...

"I want to leave the feel of me deep inside ye with my seed."

I felt silly just typing out the quote out here. I had to put the book down for a while to gather up my brain from the floor.

In other news, OMG I finally fixed my internet! It's been sickeningly slow on my Mac here at home, but yet fine on Mason's PC. *Terrible cloud of irritated confusion* Apparently Apple is doing... something... with their DNS... something or other... (I don't actually understand all the techno-babble at all) but basically whatever it is made interwebbing really slow -- but everyone seemed to point to a specific OpenDNS thing to fix the problem, and it did! HUZZUH! Hello speedy 'nets, I missed you~

I've been spending a lot of time lately expanding my (previously complete lack-thereof) collection of Batman comics, most notably issues that predominately feature the Joker and/or Harley Quinn; and heavily helped by the conveniently compiled list created by the wonderful webmistress of Love Dat Joker. (I love when all the hard work is already done for me.) So far I've managed to find everything from the main Batman series, most of Detective Comics, as well as all the animated titles and several issues and mini-series' from here and there.

It's been fun finally getting to read some of those really popular and well-known stories that I've only heard about before, despite having to battle through all the horrible retro art that makes me cringe. (I'm a sucker for the sexy, modern penciling more along the lines of Jim Lee.) Stories like "A Death in the Family" have been a great read, but the visuals almost ruin it for me. T-T

This avatar screams out for an amusing caption of some kind, but I don't know what.

Dear angry teens:

If you would like me to post your anti-Twilight rants in the front page article section -- which I'd be more than happy to do simply for the uproar and fangirly angst that it would stir -- please try to make a half-decent submission that doesn't break every spelling and grammar rule in existence. (Despite what you may think, netspeak is not an acceptable form of English.) Also preferably a submission that is more than two sentences long. (Extra exclamation points do not count towards your word count.) I am always up for spreading more LULz at the expense of Stephanie Meyer and the Twilight series, but I can't do so when you don't put in any effort!

On the related note of Twilight fuckwittage: If Twilight Were 10 Times Shorter and 100 Times More Honest

So I've been badgered into taking a trip on the Twitter bandwagon. I made a deal that I'd use it for a week and I'm on my fifth day and am still not quite sure what the whole point of Twitter is. I'm trying, I really am. *Squints* Wait, is that... Nope. Sorry. Don't see it.

I don't understand why people are flocking towards this awkward and somewhat useless middle ground between blogging and Facebooky social networking. I particularly dislike the part of this week-long deal where I'm being forced in turn to follow every Tom, Dick, and Sally that randomly decides to follow me. I don't understand. I don't know these people. I don't care what they're thinking, doing, or saying through out the day. Why are strangers following my Twitter feed in the first place? D:

The only Twitterism that I've grown fond of is the handy ability to immediately update my Facebook status straight from the Twitter app on my desktop. That's cool. I also like the idea of being able to include a widget on the side of my blog that shows my recent updates. Basically I like and will probably continue using anything involving it that directly relates to updating or displaying my Facebook status, which essentially is all Twitter really is. Starting Friday though, I'm cleaning out my spammed-to-hell Twitter friend list.

I didn't get to play any Guild Wars tonight, which I'm very sad about. :c I really need to buy a cheap computer headset. Playing in a party that I can't talk outloud to directly is really hard; I don't know where people are, or what they're doing, or what I'm supposed to be doing! There's not exactly a lot of time to spare to type out game plans while you're being mauled by a fucking gang bang of vicious skale monsters, you know?

I love Dreamhost! They have this new crazy support ticket system where I logged a question about a new client domain that's been refusing to work since I registered it over a week ago, and then BAM! not even five minutes later a guy emails me back apologizing for a bug on their end and suddenly the site is online and running fine. Give this guy a raise, Dreamhost! :B

Went for wings for the first time last night with Chelle and the guys from work in which I was teased mercilessly and ate one two many salt and pepper wings methinks, because when I crawled into bed afterwards my stomach was doing angry, vengeful things. This morning when I got in to the office I also received one our new branded t-shirts which is made of pretty much awesome: "Nexopia. Because your Mom's on Facebook." For a social networking t-shirt it's pretty sweet, and I shall wear it tomorrow in all of my geeky product placement pride.

Spook was possibly even more adorable than usual today; when I let her out this morning she started zipping around like mad and then circling around my legs over and over making soft little humming sounds. Apparently this means that one or both of the following: a) Spook enjoys my company and thinks I'm the best thing since fried bananas, b) Spook is in love with me but in a completely different way which involves her wanting to hump my leg. Both of which are flattering but I'd much rather not experience any bunny humps in the future. Spook, m'dear, you need to go in and get spayed. *Pat pat*

OMG, only four days until Toby gets to come home~! ^^

You probably won't appreciate this as much as you would if you're not in the web industry. But you should anyway. You really, really should.

It's about damn time.

The W3 is reporting that more people are using Firefox as their browser now than any individual version of Internet Explorer! It's also a relief to see that numbers for IE6 are on a steady decline, I'd rather battle with IE7 than with the Microsoft oil spill of a mess that is IE6.

There may still be hope for mankind yet.

YES WAY!

I really should have gone home two episodes of West Wing earlier last night. *Cries a little at the thought of her bed at home so very empty and calling to her*

Welcome to my blog, version...uh...4.1? Version Wordpress! Version Awesome! After working for weeks on the contract project I had to learn Wordpress for I found myself wishing for a simple, sleek, and oh-so-extra-customizable install of my own. So goodbye to Blogger, and here we are after two or three days of relatively painless transferring of all my posts and comments and templates. It's like going from snowy cold Alberta to sunny tropical Hawaii. *Glee*

I'm thinking of getting a newspaper subscription, probably the Edmonton Sun because the Journal is stupidly sized and awkward to read. I miss sitting down in the morning before work and flipping through the paper while munching on (insert ridiculously non-breakfast food here) -- even if I only read the few articles that interest me, being able to glance at the headlines every morning keeps me relatively up to date and informed on what's going on in the world around me. I suppose I could watch the news each night, but that's long and arduous, and I don't fancy sitting through the silly sports segment. The only potential flaw to my brilliant plan is if the delivery person will be able to get into my building or not; and if and when they do, if some nasty neighbor will steal my morning paper. *Looks accusingly at other building tenants* Yes, cucumber lady, that includes you.

We're starting into the third and current season of Avatar, so soon I'll be all caught up! (Aang has HAIR! Zutara is...um...trying to be a prostitot?) I'm enjoying this series to a remarkable extent and it's bringing out the sad, lost little fangirl in me that hasn't had any fandoms to squee over in a while. I'm having some ongoing debates on the Facebook discussion threads about the great Kataang vs. Zutara question, and I'm fairly certain that Zutara shippers everywhere will prevail and earn gloating rights before the season is out. On a related note, Mako, the guy who plays Iroh, totally guest starred on an episode of West Wing! This little Asian man was waiting outside the Oval Office and the first time he speaks I'm like "DUDE, he sounds like Mako," and then a second later his name floats by on the credits. Muh ha ha.

Yay for Theatresports this Friday~! It's one of those shows I love but don't go to hardly enough (I think mostly because it's on Whyte Ave and that's a long and doomy drive, and also every time we go it ends up being freezing cold outside. I guess it's the price you pay for improv comedy...plus obviously the $10.00 at the door. Bastards!)