gong show.

I want someone to start doing The Gong Show again.  I'm afraid it would come across really cheezy today, though, if whoever was directing and producing it wasn't careful.  But SERIOUSLY.  PLEASE.  I WANT!

http://tinyurl.com/cbk6cr

Made of AWESOME.

It's always such a shock when a website you visit all the time suddenly has a completely new layout and look to it.  I'm always like OMGWAIT, WHUT?  This has happened to me probably three times in the past two days.  What's the deal?  New year, new designs?

question.

Sephiroth vs. Rath Roiben Rye.

Who would win?

I honestly have no idea.

GET OUT.

So I follow Neil Gaiman's blog with the vigour of a freaky cyber-stalker, right?  The other day he was cold, so he was hit with the impulse to get in his car and drove to... Florida?  And he's writing about his experience, when he states that he parked for a while to do an online radio show... and he parked on Lookout Mountain.  Holy freaking cow.  Makes me wish I'd been there this week... imagine going to the Starbucks, and glancing in the car parked next to you and it was Neil freaking Gaiman?  I'd've died on the spot.

Speaking of, I'm getting that urge again to drive back down there.  It's just so pretty... but I really can't.  I just got back from Jersey, and Amy (and maybe Merlin?  Hint hint poke poke?) are coming in late March, and I just plain old can't afford to take time off between now and then.  Especially if I'm seriously considering ComiCon this summer.  Which I totally am.

Hmm.... ComiCon.  Well, it's $75 for the entire weekend, or between $25-35 per day.  That's... doable.  I'm just scared to comit, because I like to pretend like there's a possibility I'd be getting a real job between now and July.  Which, of course, is assuming I'd actually get off my lazy, lazy butt and send in an application or resume to someone somewhere.  Which is an awfully big assumption.

Bah.  BAH!

Mmm... kleenex, cough drops and nyquil.  Ngh.

I'ma go play video games till I fall asleep.  Or pass out.

well... oops.

I have every intention to tidy up today, do some cleaning, unpack from my trip.  I want to do it, it's a mess in here.

On the other hand, I can go ahead and tell you right now that I know I'm not gonna do it.  I blame Katie: ...I restarted FFXII last night.  Who needs to do housework when you could be watching Balthier?

While I'm blaming Katie (and Merlin, for good measure), I'ma go ahead and blame you too, Gid.  May as well.

google maps <3

I love Google Maps.  Unabashedly.  I could probably spend an entire day putzing around on it.  I found something today, though, that gives me the heebie geebies.  Freaks me out.

Airplane Graveyard.

Something about how perfectly they're lined up.  Or something.  But it gives me the creeps!

e-angst.

Some days I irrationally feel as though everyone I encounter on the internet hates me.

fail.

The day after Christmas, it's supposed to be 60 degrees here.

SIXTY DEGREES.  DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS.

I do not approve of this weather at all.  FAIL.  FAIL I SAY.