Irony is the Shackles of Youth

Penguin Bloopers

If liking this is wrong, I don't want to be right. One of my friends basically described it as "I believe I can fly. I believe... OH GOD NO I CAN'T."

I found out that the guy who plays Sheriff Stilinkski in Teen Wolf was in the Mortal Kombat movie.

( And now my head canon has Stiles dad being Johnny Cage )

PS - I am trying out Tumblr to see if it works better for me than Livejournal. It can be found at tsaiko.tumblr.com.

One of my guilt pleasures is Ghost Hunters. I know some of it is wishful thinking on the ghost hunters part (seriously, a bunch of their "voices" sounds like creaks from an old house or something like a squirrels in the attic), but I wouldn't go so far as saying it was faked. It could be, but that's not why I watch. I watch it to see a bunch of people who are totally cool and calm dealing with creepy, paranormal stuff lose their shit when a bug lands on them. Or watch them play pranks on each other. Or start talking about the most hilariously random crap while wandering around. Or watch them prove that some of the paranormal stuff is actually pipes, wind blowing a door, lights from outside, etc.

I am currently glutting on Teen Wolf fanfiction. Which is a dangerous thing, be

I am so tempted to write werewolf ghost detectives with the Teen Wolf cast. Lydia is the skeptic always proving stuff isn't ghosts except when she can't. Then she gets pissed. Derek is the leader with a tragic past, and the reason people tune into the show because he is hot in leather jacket and tight jeans that he wears to investigate. Allison totally believes because she's seen them and drags Scott, who is spastic comic relief, along with her. Issac, Erica, and Boyd are all investigators who regularly go on various investigations depending on what is needed. Jackson is one of the tech guys who Lydia orders convinces on investigating once in a while. Stiles is one of the other tech guys who use to sit in the van all the time watching the camera feeds until the fans started demanding that he be more active in investigations (because they loved is random wacky comments and the UST between him an Derek).

Everyone knows about werewolves. In fact, half the audience turns in just to see if any of the investigators will get scared enough to wolf out. Scott does this on a scarily frequent basis as does Issac and occasionally Boyd and Erica. There is much debate on what, if anything, would make Derek wolf out (and some debate about if he did one time). Werewolves are normal but ghosts are a different thing entirely. LOL.

On one hand, I kind of want to write this. On the other hand, I'm not sure anyone would read something quite this self-indulgent. It would be hilarious

Also, my paid account expired and now I need to decide if I want to stay with LJ or move over to Dreamwidth. I'm thinking of paying on a month to month basis until LJ either implements their terrible continuous friend's page idea (the one thing I absolutely loathe about Tumblr) or drops it entirely. Sigh.

I just deleted about four spam comments from my LJ. Including one that talked about "expansive plains with turgid mountains thrusting upwards until they meet the rapturous sky."

Wow. Who knew scenery was so... dirty.

Let me give you some background on this comment. We are in the process of painting our dining room red. And when I say red, I mean red. You could seriously murder someone in this room and no one would be able to tell. In face, right now it looks like someone murdered someone in the room because we have some splatters on the lower portion of the room below the chair rail, which will eventually be covered with white.

As a result, I have had to clean a couple of paint brushes and paint rollers that looked like they were utilized in a sacrificial offering. We use the paint rollers with the removable covers, which you can get two uses out of if you clean them really well. I'm cheap. Therefore, I make sure to clean these things really well.

Imagine if you will be bent over the sink, rhythmically stroking a 9 inch roller cover with my hand to get the paint out of the nap. It is bright red. As I'm doing this, I turn to miome and say:

"I feel like I'm masturbating Satan."

My only regret is that I didn't have a camera to capture the hand gesture to accompany that statement. :D

There is a tropical storm named Debby.

It is currently heading towards Texas.

Is it really bad of me to want it to head towards Dallas just so I can hear people make terrible jokes?

Because I am who I am, I have added myself to my friend list on LJ. Consequently, I just got an email from LJ informing me that my own birthday is in a couple of days.

Why yes, LJ, I was aware that my birthday was coming up. Thanks! :D

Today I saw a man on the Metro who was taking his lunch to work in a white bag that read "Testim 1% (testosterone gel)" in large, blue letters.

1) The first stage of packing is denial. You don't actually pack during this stage. You just sit around feeling slightly guilty and finding excuses not to pack. You know you should start packing, but you have plenty of time and not that much stuff. Really. Besides first you have to get boxes from somewhere, buy some tape, and oh hey, Facebook needs updating...

2) Next is the miscellaneous stage. This is where you start packing misc. crap (some of which you haven't really unpacked since the last move) that you don't think you'll need until you unpack it. The only noticeable difference in your apartment/house is that the shelves and closets begin to look a bit cleaner. Which takes us to the next stage...

3) ...Worry. You now have several boxes filled with stuff, and your house/apartment doesn't look that packed up. In fact, it looks no where near complete. You begin to worry about just what you have left and start packing in earnest. Thinking about how much you have left, where you are going to get more supplies, and if you'll get it done in time. You make a renewed effort to get things done, but lack of sleep causes you to be exhausted most of the time. Soon you move on to the next stage.

4) Despair is the low point in the process. You keep packing and packing, and nothing seems to be complete. Just when you think you've finished a room, you move a piece of furniture only to find more stuff. Where did it come from? Who cares, just put it in a box. Boxes pile up in the corners of the house and you discover things you don't remember buying or haven't seen in years.You have more rolls of tape at this point than you have night outs, because honestly, you're too busy packing to go out.

5) Just like a runner getting his or her second wind, you gradually swing into the determination stage. At this point you are a lean, mean, packing machine. boxes with the labels "Stuff", "More stuff", and "Shit from the closet." You don't care. If it stays still long enough, it's getting PACKED. You put things in boxes you would normally never think to put in boxes such as spices, dirty dishes, small animals (you take those back out, hopefully before you tape shut the box. Hopefully.), and all your underwear. You know you have hit this stage when you find yourself unpacking boxes in order to eat dinner or go to work the next day.

6) Dumping. At this stage it is too late to pack anything more because the movers are at your door, you have run out of boxes, the car/u-haul is overflowing, or you are just plain tired of putting crap in boxes. You start going through whatever is left and determining if you really need to take it. Several trips to the dumpster or nearest Goodwill/Salvation Army are made. It is possible to go through stages 4-6 again and again until the process if over.

7) Completion. Pat yourself on the back. You'd celebrate, but you're too tired and strung out on Sharpie fumes to do so. But you are finally done. What an accomplishment. What pride in your work. What a sense of closure.

That is until you realize you have to unpack everything you just packed.

;_;

(BTW, I am somewhere around stage 3 and quickly heading towards stage 4).

miome and I had to stop by the grocery store tonight to grab flyswatter. We have been invaded by flies in the last few days and they are driving us both crazy. The cats, mighty hunters that they are, just stare at them in confusion. Sigh. So we're in the grocery store aisle, having found a flyswatter, when this conversation happens.

Tsaiko: Woohoo. A $1.50 flyswatter. We're going to look ridiculous buying just a flyswatter.
Miome: I need bananas. That's perfect. We'll get those as well.
Tsaiko: Sounds good.
Miome: Bananas and a flyswatter. Someone is going to have a good time tonight.
Tsaiko: Umm... what?!
Miome: Oh hey! It's not Sunday. I can get beer too.
Tsaiko: *cracks up laughing*

It was only when I started laughing that Miome realized how wrong what she said sounded. I love my girlfriend. :D

All I have seen is a minute long trailer, and I already wish there was fanfiction for the Avengers movie. Hell, I'd be tempted to write it myself if I didn't know that it was going to get jossed all to hell come May 2012.

Although miome and I came up with a hilarious snippet that ended with Tony Stark feeling the need to write a letter of apology to some dwarven engineer for telling Thor about cockrings. ^_^

In other news, I made salmon with tomatillo sauce that was absolutely fantastic. Sauce was a bit more work than I thought it would be, but you can make it ahead of time and just warm it up. Will have to remember that.

And at the end of this post, spell checker does not like the words tomatillo, jossed, cockring, dwarven, or fanfiction. Fanfiction and jossed I can understand, but the other three are just mind boggling. Clearly the Firefox spell checker needs to get out more.

I don't know which is more horrifying.

The fact that there is a chart detailing the absorbancy of the different types tampons on the side of the Tampax box.

Or...

The fact that if I were still in college/high school I would totally set up an experiment to test those absorbancy ratings much to the horror of my classmates/teacher.