leujin: (21 and 24 (Seinfeld with a unibrow))
I'm feeling pretty smug right now:

Roughly a year ago, my mom found a stuffed Winnie the Pooh. She found this significant, because I used to have such a thing when I was young (3 or 4 years old). Something about it just didn't look right to me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but this just didn't feel like it was my childhood toy. Maybe it was the nose or the sweater, but something just felt odd. Regardless, she convinced me to take the toy as it would be a good thing to pass on to our daughter.

Cut to this evening, and Liz and I were rearranging furniture and going through boxes in the second bedroom. In the middle of the floor is a pile of stuffed animals. Atop that pile is old Pooh Bear. I picked up the doll and thought to myself, "I still don't think this was mine." I checked the tag looking for a copyright date. There is a copyright, but no date. I heaved a sigh of defeat. However, I spotted something amiss: at the bottom of the tag was printed "disneystore.com."

Let me reitterate: I had this toy when I was 3 or 4 years old, and I was born in 1985. The internet wasn't a household word until the mid-90s, first of all; that alone is enough evidence to refute my mother's claim. Further evidence, however, lies in the fact that disneystore.com wasn't launched until 2007. She says that it was in a pile of Adrian's stuffed animals, and she doesn't remember anybody giving him one. Somebody must have, because this is not my toy.

As an aside, I do still plan on keeping it, since there is mild nostalgia there, and it's a worthwhile toy to pass on to our daughter.

Case: closed. Mom: owned.
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Man, remember how I used to write creatively? Me neither. Considering the last time my journal dedicated solely for that purpose was written in was late '06. Lousy real world obligations and all that. Either that or I'm not a big pile of emotions and angst any more.

Maybe I'll get around to writing a short story again or something.

No promises.

Also, I'm pretty sure "pointless crap" is my most used tag.
leujin: (Dr. Girlfriend and The Monarch (Depeche)
I really have nothing important to say, I just felt like saying "Hey."

So... how's it going with you?
leujin: (Dr. Girlfriend (wtf?))
I'm on twitter now, if you happen to care about things of little to no importance (which I imagine you would if you're still reading this).

http://twitter.com/leujin
leujin: (Rusty (comforting to see my ass))
The only thing worse than talking to somebody in customer service who is very clearly not American and has a weak grasp of the English language at best is talking to somebody in customer service who is very clearly not American and has a weak grasp of the English language and is trying to fake a Texan accent. God bless America!
leujin: (Dr. Girlfriend (wtf?))
This is probably the funniest thing I've seen today.

That, and Google's whole CADIE thing. Priceless.

Frankly I'm apalled that none of my coworkers thought to get me back for my prank from last April Fool's Day. I would think they'd be out for blood, considering I made EVERYBODY worry and it even made it all the way to exec. Probably the most epic thing I've ever pulled off, and I didn't even do that much.

What else is in the news? By which I mean, what have I been doing lately? To answer your question, nothing but working. I just raked our front yard (yes, really), but it's kind of moot since we don't have any trashbags, so now rather than a few smatterings of leaves, there's one big pile next to our ugly bush that catches all the trash from three counties. Yay terrible landscaping!

This entry has been, on the whole, really pointless. My life is terribly unexciting. Why do you still read this journal, anyway?
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Okay, I lied, yet again. I have random video game crap to litter your friends page with. This is just... too surreal NOT to see with your own eyes.

With the thing and the thing )
leujin: (Dr. Girlfriend (wtf?))
I hate that I have nothing important to say. It seems like communication is a dying art form. I know it's not just me that feels this way. I mean, is it sad to think that I, as a person who was raised with computers, is starting to think that people don't communicate effectively any more? I can remember when my mom would tell me that I should write letters rather than send e-mails, and it's to a point where now I think people should send e-mails rather than text message. It's a crude form of communication to say the least. Just think about all the time you could save by simply picking up the phone and calling somebody. It drives me crazy that cell phones are just so... in your face. It really is to a point where some people probably wouldn't know what to do without them.

So, I don't know that this really had a point other than to say I think it's sad that I feel like I have nothing to say even though I do things on a pretty daily basis that are worth noting. It just doesn't seem like it's important any more, because not only does nobody talk, but nobody reads either.

I've also realized that I've abandoned all forms of traditional art that I used to be so adamant about. I think the last thing I drew (other than Transplant, which was in like... November) was a picture of Odin, and that was several years ago. In my first apartment in Denver. I really need to pick up my sketchbook again and just draw. I feel like I've probably lost the artistic edge I used to have.

There is no train of thought to this entry. I should stop before I go off on another tangent. I think I'm just in a weird mood because I'm all loagy from dinner.
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So, yeah. We're in Los Alamos. We came down for Christmas. We had our Christmas today. T'was handy.

Teh Lootz:

Sonic giftcard, IOU for Rock Band (my mom has like, no money), Ferris Bueller, and all the obligatory random stocking stuff from my mom, including an Indiana Jones action figure from Raiders. And from Liz, Nintendo Monopoly, Banana no slip pads for the shower, bacon bandaids, and, coolest gift ever, a first edition copy of Fight Club PERSONALLY SIGNED BY PALAHNIUK. Seriously, Liz wins Christmas. Oh, yeah, and there was also a beard trimmer in my stocking from Liz. Which I have desperately needed since... puberty. My aunt also gave us a pair of binoculars (which may well be used) and a picture of Adrian playing chess with Forrest (my other brother, whom is older than I), wherein Adrian is making one of those signature Adrian faces. It's in an old frame. The picture is nice, but... I think my aunt doesn't really care any more. Whatevsky.

We got a telescope for my mom and Guitar Hero for my sis, Sceneit and a WWII facts book for my brother.

So it was an ├╝ber materialistarific Christmas, as always. I've also gotten to see a large smattering of people, some of whom I haven't seen for, oh... 3 years, and some of whom were at the wedding, all of whom rock and stuff. Yeah.

I'm having insane brain atrophy or something, because I'm overstimulated and my family is kind of frustrating to be around, especially when my uncle drinks himself stupid.

We're going to Adrian's grave tomorrow, I think. I haven't actually seen the tombstone. I've heard about it. I think we're taking my sister with us. It's going to be weird. We were planning on going yesterday, but for some reason didn't. I think it was that everyone wanted to hang out with us yesterday.

So, like I said, my brain is sort of mush right now, so I'm going to post this while it's still marginally coherent.
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Take a picture of yourself right now. Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture. Post that picture with NO editing. Post these instructions with your picture.

Photobucket
leujin: (Dr. Girlfriend (wtf?))
I really have nothing important to say, so instead I'm going to polute your page with useless nonsense.

Yes, it's another picture meme! )
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Kim tagged me. Like some sort of fiend.

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.

1. I'm a smart person, and I'm not just one of "those" people, but there's really nothing better than a stupid movie like "Dude, Where's My Car?"
2. While I'm on the subject, Napoleon Dynamite is one of the worst movies ever made. Anybody that recommended it to me went down a couple notches on my respect scale.
3. I worry that the world is going to end in the fashion of "Outbreak" or "28 days later."
4. When I was little, I wanted to be a video game programmer. Then I realized I'd have to know how to program.
5. It had been so long since I wrote my middle name that it's misspelled on my selective service card.
6. Every time I design something, I won't let somebody see it until it's done. Even if I know they HAVE to see it.
7. Birds freak me the hell out.

B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".

Kay... [livejournal.com profile] dolphingirl, [livejournal.com profile] capnflynn, [livejournal.com profile] misspadfoot, [livejournal.com profile] rockysoap, [livejournal.com profile] de9, [livejournal.com profile] boombashpow, [livejournal.com profile] lust77
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Well, it's been awhile since I've done a pointless meme post, so here's this one that start the circuit again. I know I've done this before, so I tried to do it with bands I'm pretty sure I didn't use the prior time(s):

If you're going to do this, pick 10 bands before you go on to the questions below. No particular order.

1. Iron Maiden
2. Piebald
3. Dead Kennedys
4. Ben Folds Five
5. Finch
6. They Might Be Giants
7. Snake River Conspiracy
8. Relient K
9. Tsunami Bomb
10. Evergreen Terrace

riddle me this )
leujin: (Default)
It's floating around. Take credit for me stealing it if you want to.

Type your answers in GoogleImages and pick an image off the first page.

everybody's doing it, why not you? )
leujin: (Destiny)
I started filling this out like... 3 days ago. I just finished now.

Couples Brand(tm) survey )

That was excitingly pointless.

So, I found out today that typesetting for poetry books is the most boring activity in the universe. Which is saying a lot about the typesetting I normally do. I really did want to stab myself in the eye with a fork. I also found that when typesetting, it's really important to not get engrossed in the story, because you end up missing a lot of stuff.

The back office where I work has officially been dubbed The Dungeon. Because, despite the wall of windows, it's the darkest office in the building. Go figure.

My new coworkers are really nice. It's kind of eerie at times. They keep asking me how I'm enjoying the new job, and one of them offered to drive me to Arby's for lunch today, despite it only being like... a block or so away (I still don't drive. I was going to walk to McDumbell's, which is also only a block away).

One thing that really drives me crazy about my coworkers is the fact that they "reply all" to almost every e-mail sent to them. Although it's not all of them, like I initially thought. It's only like... 5 people. Who always have something to say. That apparently everyone needs to know.

Know what? I'm hungry. Time for me to end this friends page pollution.
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Wow. So, Carrot Top... is just... PAINFULLY unfunny.

How he got a career and WHY he was booked to perform on the season finale of Last Comic Standing is UTTERLY beyond me.

My brain hurts.
leujin: (I had a sword)
So, I just let Clarice wander out onto the balcony. I left her alone for awhile, just standing inside and watching her. I must say, cats who have never been outside, unattended, are really funny. She was just freaked the hell out. She was doing that cat thing where she sniffs everything around her, and then she sat in the corner. When I came up to pet her, she yelled at me.

Yes, I just made a journal entry just about my cat. Yes, I AM one of those people. Bite me.
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Oh yeah, here's the answers to this movie thing from like a week and a half ago (comments unscreened so you can laugh at Blythe).

Read more... )

Thanks for playing, all three of you who played.

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