Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] pasunepipe! In all the excitement over Iowa and Hostage Brituation 2008, I didn't want you to be left out. Hope you had a great day!


LOS ANGELES, California (CNN) -- Pop star Britney Spears was taken to hospital for tests to see if she was under the influence of alcohol or drugs and for a psychological evaluation after police were called to her home Thursday night to mediate a custody dispute, a police spokesman said.
wolfpangs: (froggy)
I'm watching The Last King of Scotland right now and I think I know how I want to decorate my apartment.

Welcome to my humble abode: )
If you haven't heard, there's been pretty interesting developments in the West Memphis Three case recently. As the Guardian reported last month:

"Defense lawyers have tested two hairs found at the scene. One was found entangled in one of the ligatures tying up one of the boys. It has been matched with DNA samples from Terry Hobbs, a stepfather of one of the victims. Another hair, found on a tree stump, has been linked by DNA sampling to David Jacoby, a friend of Hobbs who was with him on the day of the murder and provided him with an alibi. No DNA evidence of any kind has been found at the scene to match any of the West Memphis Three."

By the way, if you're thinking "stepfather" and WM3, your first thought is probably of the guy who was featured so heavily in the Paradise Lost docs but this isn't him*. This is one of the other parents.

Damian Echols, one of the WM3, who has been on death row for 13 years, gave an interview to Larry King a couple of weeks ago. Here is part 1.



*And in fact, he states in the Larry King clips that he believes Terry Hobbs to be the true perpetrator.
Obligatory end of year survey )
I have Oolong's tank sitting on my desk so he can see me and he won't get bored so easily. I glanced over at the tank a while ago and he was nowhere to be found. I figured he was just hanging out behind the filter, since he likes to hide back there and chill. A little bit after that, I looked over and he still wasn't around. "Ooh ooh, where are you?" I wondered. [Approximately five seconds after he was named, he became Ooh Ooh or Oolie almost exclusively.] I checked all the places: behind the filter, behind the plants, in the back, floating at the top (oh please no, oh please no). I couldn't find him anywhere. So I took the top of the tank off to look.

Where in the world is Oolie? )


World, Oolong. Oolong, world.
wolfpangs: (froggy)
The only reason why I'd want children now is so I'd have a legitimate reason to watch Yo Gabba Gabba.



A. Tina Fey is a sorceress! Back when this sketch aired, everyone was like, "Oh-ho-ho, what a charming farce!" And now? :-/



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1) Dooney & Bourke ask, "What if you had the chance to design the handbag you've always wanted?" Hayden Panettiere says, "Make mine leather!" What a coincidence! I'm having mine made of dolphins. Live ones, of course--I'm not an asshole.

It won't hold much but you should see how fast I can get around in coastal cities.

2) If you have a cat, you have an instant wakeup call.



3) 15 Reasons Mister Rogers Was the Best Neighbor Ever: How far can you get through the list before you mysteriously get something in your eye?

4) I am trying to register for classes right now and it's a nightmare. I absolutely, positively have to have Anatomy and Physiology (they won't take my massage school credits) and my school is offering only two classes. One on Monday and one on Tuesday. Oh and an online class*. And they're all full! Other campus? Full! Waitlisting? No!

I am hoping that either someone will drop out or they'll add extra classes or I'll be able to take it somewhere else. I HAVE to have it to get into the program that I want on time. (And by "on time," I mean 2008 instead of 2009.) This is maddening!

Well, at least I get to take French 102 now.

5) I am watching the menswear challenge on ProjRun.



6) I can't believe Pimp C is dead. I remember when he did that interview, everyone was like, "Hahaha, he gon' get killed." But not for serious!

7) Have some music! "Morning Has Broken," Ellen Green on Pushing Daisies and "Morning Has Broken," by Cat Stevens. A Christmas mix is coming soon.

Happy birthday, Jay!


*It's like a physics question--how can a class that doesn't exist in space be full?
And because I'm sleepy and still feeling memey, 10 random facts about me.

1. Salome can get Blackjack with just one card.
2. When you play Monopoly with Salome, you do not pass go, and you do not collect two hundred dollars. You will be lucky if you make it out alive.
3. There are four legal methods of execution in the United States: lethal injection, gas chamber, electric chair and Salome.
4. Salome can hit you so hard that she can actually alter your DNA. Decades from now your descendants will occasionally clutch their heads and yell "What the hell was that?"
5. Salome can speak braille.
6. Salome uses Tabasco sauce instead of Visine.
7. Salome starts everyday with a protein shake made from Carnation Instant Breakfast, one dozen eggs, pure Colombian cocaine, and rattlesnake venom. She injects it directly into her neck with a syringe.
8. When Salome does division, there are no remainders.
9. Most boots are made for walkin'. Salome's boots ain't that merciful.
10. If you spell Salome wrong on Google it doesn't say, "Did you mean Salome?" It simply replies, "Run while you still have the chance."

Now you know.
Holy shit, this is funny.
This is what scared me away from coke. I have a heart murmur too, yo.
Spent the day with a man I love. Well, spent a good 45 minutes before he was called away on urgent business. He tried diplomatically to argue his way out of it but it was not to be. They wouldn't take no for an answer.

Maybe I should be more like that. I wanted to argue my case--"Listen darlin', I am up from Alabama, I haven't seen him in over a year and I am leaving tomorrow. I understand that this is serious but we don't see how he can help you any more than he has. Please let me enjoy my four hours, please." But no.

Still, I guess we're experts at the stolen moment. And a few of them, some cannoli and espresso are better than nothing at all.
wolfpangs: (Weir and Barlow)
I get really annoyed whenever I see headlines going by that say, "Romney says so-and-so" or "Romney met a possum." Because I get tickled and then I realize that they're talking about Mitt Romney and not Hugh Romney (The Superior Romney®). Hugh Romney was in charge of security at Woodstock, where he made the backstage password "I forgot." Mitt Romney looks like he came out of a blister pack. Hugh Romney delighted me in Boulder, CO when he showed up unexpectedly while walking his pet fish. Mitt Romney thought the roof of a car was an appropriate place to transport a dog for twelve hours. Hugh Romney is the namesake of what was my favorite flavor of Ben and Jerry's (until it was discontinued). Mitt Romney...totally is not.

But most of all, Hugh Romney is behind the only Presidential candidate I'll ever truly trust: Nobody. Nobody is the candidate for me. Why?

Nobody is really qualified for the presidency. After all, Nobody was president before George Washington. And, no matter what the issue is, it's obvious that Nobody has all the answers!

Who will keep their campaign promises? Nobody! Who will lower your taxes? Nobody! Who will bring peace in our time? Nobody! Who should be running your life? Nobody!

Who should have that much power?

Nobody!



Shhh, he's speaking.
wolfpangs: (bammer)
Because I know what's important, I've spent most of my time not nailing down a place to stay in NYC (my current situation is unsatisfying, to be brief) but trying to figure out where I can get a decent glass (or Mason jar, as the case may be) of sweet tea. As the ill-fated dude in Witchboard says, "Priorities, man!" Also, I don't want a repeat of the "Starbucks incident" from last summer.

Me: I want a cup of hot black tea and a cup of ice.
Barista person: You want iced tea? We can make iced tea.
Me: I want it hot so I can make sweet tea.
Barista person: We have sweet tea.
Me: *eyes narrow* Is it real sweet tea?
Barista person: I don't know, ma'am!

I made it but it was subpar because the tea was all wrong. I want sweet tea! It is of vital importance. Luckily, I am not the only one who believes so.

Idk, something about being away from the south makes me crave the food. I guess it's yr typical don't-know-what-you-got-till-it's-gone situation. I find myself perusing the websites of NYC bbq joints and getting freaked out because some of them don't serve a barbecue plate what is up with that omg. Some of them don't even have okra! How am I supposed to eat my (figurative) barbecue plate without my okra side? I will not, that's how.

I have recently reunited with my old friend Ben and by reunited, I mean, we've started mercilessly teasing each other about everything. Like so:

Me: And there was this really drunk girl there--
Ben: Was it you?

Anyway, Ben is now mocking me because he thinks I'm going to roll into town like the second verse of a certain song from Hair:

"(and if you ask him to dinner you're going to feed him:)

Watermelon
Hominy grits
An' shortnin' bread
Alligator ribs
Some pig tails
Some black eyed peas
Some chitlins*
Some collard greens..."

Whatever! Whatever! I do what I want!

*Most lyric pages I found actually say that this word is "chili" but I almost certainly believe it to be chitlins. Since when is chili traditionally associated with southern food? Since never, I says. Ye olde Wikipedia backs me up on this. (Feel free to ask me about any of those foods.)

It begins.

Oct. 23rd, 2007 08:58 pm
wolfpangs: (fairy)
Here we go.

Heeeey there fundies, have you heard that Dumbledore does not pack a box lunch? Yeah, it *is* an outrage! Well, better get back to devoting all your time and stuff to protesting those Harold Porter books.

Sigh. I could point out that I was a devout Christian before I read the trilogy and was so moved by it that I had myself permanently marked with one of the illustrations and oh yeah, I'm still a devout Christian but I suspect that it would just go *whoooosh* right over their collective pointed head.
So to clarify more about my last entry, I had nothing to do with that. I was thinking that I'd probably be in my forties before I'd pay off my student loans. And hey, I still have the loans for the studying I'm doing now so maybe I will! But anyway, my dad started bugging me to let him into my loan account. At first he said it was because they just couldn't believe that my loans were that much but I was like, "It's a private school--more expensive" and that seemed to be the end of it. Then last month, he started saying that I should give him my log-in because "it might be beneficial for" me. Honestly, I figured that if anything, he might spot me a cool $100, based on past history. And it's not that I wouldn't appreciate any gift he gave me; I'm just saying this as a statement of fact. My dad is very much into practical matters--my big gift from him last Christmas was a new set of tires, for example. For another, when my sister turned 16, he gave her a bucket. And a full set of car-washing supplies but still--I enjoy telling her, "You got a bucket."

[That actually isn't too bad, though, because my sister's the type of person who can usually think of only one thing she wants. Starting when she was three and asked for a "maganet" all the way up to like, two years ago, when all she wanted was a full-length freestanding mirror. It's charming but she impossible to shop for.]

Speaking of my sister, she doesn't think it's my dad that paid off the loans because "he just made me pay $200 for my insurance." Hi, have you met Daddy? That's what he does! But I don't see who else it could be, because it's not like I gave out my log-in info for that site willynilly. Although maybe I should have, if people are going to be so generous.

And on that subject, I'm not sure exactly how to thank my dad. A card doesn't seem enough. Neither does a thumbs up and a "Nice work, sport!" I called him Thursday finally and I was going to say something then but I forgot he was in Colorado. And he was shopping and the line was fuzzy so...I still haven't said anything.

Let's see, what else is up? Well, I had midterms this week. That's kind of misleading, though. I had only one actual midterm exam, which was in French. I'm not sure yet how I did but it wasn't too painful. And it gave us the excuse of having study group, which was super fun. It must have been because we sat at Books a Million for four freakin' hours. Hey, they have magazines! And pumpkin spice lattes!

Saw The Heartbreak Kid last week. Eeeee. It could've been a lot better, I think. That is me, Empress Obvious. And I thought maybe I'd misread the movie until I asked my companion, "Wait--he [Stiller's character] was a douche, yes?" and he agreed with me.

We had dinner at a restaurant whose menu amused me--it features the famous drink, the Sherry Temple. And birthday cake is listed in the desserts at "market price." Really?

Besides that, I've mostly been working on perfume stuff and planning for travel. I finally decided on a Halloween costume but I'm not going to say what it is yet--you'll just have to see the pictures. But while we're on the subject, I'd like to praise Leather Delight [may be NSFW], the site where I got my costume. Somehow, my payment went through but my order didn't, and the owner herself e-mailed me to let me know, which was awesome. I'm kind of sad that I probably won't get to carve a pumpkin (because I'll be in NY on Halloween) but I'm excited about my trip. I have a few people that I'm planning to see while I'm there but overall, I'm looking forward to spending the weekend in a city that is not mine. Even if I'll miss the one appearance of the Young Wild Things tour here, boohoo.

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