Yaaaarg!

So I had at least two separate dreams last night, but the most memorable of the two went a little something like this:

I had just gone in with a few guys (I really couldn't say who. They were pretty much just vague filler-characters)on buying a house. We got a nice deal, had plenty of space, were all moved in with a fairly kick-ass sounds system set up. All seemed well! But, alas, it was too good to be true.

Apparently the house came with a curse, which manifested as a zombie that we simply couldn't get rid of. It just wandered free-range inside the house, constantly trying to attack us and eat our brains. This was indeed a problem. How were we supposed to live in the same house as a hungry zombie?

Fortunately, we discovered our solution by accident. During a typical day off zombie attack dodging, somebody turned on the stereo. First we discovered that classic rock would send the zombie into an even more unpleasant frenzy. Then, however, we found that some even halfway-decent indie rock would mellow the undead dude right out. At that point, we could even get him to just chill out on the couch and watch TV in the next room over.

So in the end, we kept the house and learned to manage our pet zombie with ease. happy ends for all!

The other day I mentioned to my friend, the mysterious and elusive writer, Fyre Gal'XE, that I was on a bit of a nostalgia kick and stated re-reading some old Weiss Kreuz fic. Then, just in time for Valentine's Day, she surprised me with this little gem which I'm posting here for everyone to enjoy.

So without further ado, I present:

( My Psychic Valentine )

It's cool! Ike didn't kill me or even cause much chaos here.

Unfortunately, in an unrelated problem, the power supply on my desktop died. Sad times. I still have my MacBook and internet access, but this is my srs bsns computer and thus does not have WoW on it. I'll just cry some sad tears.

So, what's the standard operating procedure for when the ex-boyfriend you fully expected to never hear from again, who you don't hate but for whom some mild resentment still lingers, finds your neglected MySpace profile and friends you? Inquiring minds want to know.

Here is a recipe for Bathing Rama, a tasty Thai dish that consists of chicken (or tofu!) marinated in a curry sauce, served over a bed of spinach and green onions, and topped with peanut sauce.


( Follow the cut to tasty foodstuffs! )

Over a year ago I took over the care of 8 Madagascan Hissing Cockroaches which had been sharing an overcrowded tank with a multitude of death-head cockroaches and slowly starving to death. Some time ago, one of the adult females died, leaving me with five males and only two females. I was hoping they would reproduce but, either due to the unbalances sex ratio or due to stunting from the poor conditions they were previously in, they never did.

Just two days ago, I commandeered three more roaches, one male and two females, from the teaching lab culture. Don't worry, they won't miss them, they have tons. I brought in another male because these roaches are slightly different from mine, probably another species. This brought my roach population up to ten. Huzzah!

But this morning I came into the lab to find that the population was suddenly OVER 9000!1!!. Well, not quite, but it's at least over 100. Apparently one of the females I picked out was very pregnant, so I now have at least a hundred tiny baby hissing roaches skittering about the terrarium. Socute! I'll have to take pictures to post tomorrow.

So I had this dream last night in which I was hanging out in my apartment and suddenly remembered that I had been dating this girl and came to the realization that, some months later, I wasn't dating her anymore. I was trying to remember why this was when along comes a Hollywood style flashback to her birthday.

I had carefully picked out the complete Screeching Weasel collection, which contained every song ever by that band and was quite proud of my choice. Apparently that was a mistake, as her passive-aggressive this-is-the-worst-gift-ever response comes under the spotlight. Cue flash forward to shortly afterward, when I read the break-up e-mail from her (voiced-over, with a picture of her superimposed in the background) in which I am informed that CD collections are the worst gift choice of all time and a sure sign of failure in a relationship. She then went on to detail the gift she had picked out for our coming anniversary, an autographed photo of legendary manga artist Tezuka, which she had bought off of e-bay at great expense.

We then fade back into the present-day, in which I can't see how my relationship faux pas was all that bad, and complain to her acquaintance, who is suddenly over at my place for some reason, about what a drama queen ex-girlfriend was being.

Ok, subconscious!

So I had a great time rampaging about Coffeeland with redconverse and fiveagainsttwo. I spent the week invading redconverse's personal space and generally causing havoc in the area.

I will now have to buy a Nintendo DS aws I became helplessly addicted to Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, which I borrowed from red.

I also contracted some sort of plague, most likely while I was on the airplane. Accursed flying cesspools! I'm on three different meds now, all of which have fun side effects. But two are stimulants and one a depressant, so they should at least partially cancel each-other out, right?

This just in! A special Valentine's day masterpiece from the mysterious author, Fyre Gal'XE.

( This cut is for you~ )