Go team Venture!

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.

Yesterday Liz and I somehow got on the subject of babies. She was being a jerk, probably, so I threatened to not give her babies and give them to Petunia (a small plastic bear). Liz said that Petunia's too sophisticated for babies, but I thought she said that Petunia is a sophisticated bag lady. We giggled about that for like an hour last night.

In other news, I'm going to go out driving today! Hooray! Because we're working on getting me a driver's license! Hooray! That way I can drive to work and we actually have more options when we move out of this crap shack in August! Hooray!

So, yeah, there's that. Work is still work. Nothing really new to report. There's not really anything new to report in our lives at all. We're a couple of very boring people.

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?

You know how MST3k has made things popular that otherwise would never have seen the light of day? You know how you sometimes see one of these things and think "This CAN'T be real..." but then you look into it more, and it just makes you sad to realize it IS real?

I give to you Diabolik, coming soon to a video game console near you.

There's a worthwhile trailer.

It actually looks like it might not be a terrible game, is the sad part.

Liz has a new nicname (as if she didn't need more): Lotas.

See, we ordered a pizza from dominoes, and over the phone they ask for the name. Liz said "Liz" and José on the other line said "what?" to which Liz replied "Elizabeth Harmony."

Apparently that somehow sounds like "lotus" only José didn't know how to spell, so it's Lotas.

At least now maybe she'll be able to escape Lix. :D

These are some of the really curious recommendations Amazon.com has offered me... Sorry they're big, I'm lazy, and life is far more difficult without photoshop. Not that I couldn't just use my work computer. So mostly I'm just lazy.

( Something strange this way comes... )

This is a good day to take care of things around your home, Nathan. Maybe you will want to reorganize one of your rooms. You might want to move some furniture around and create a new layout. Or you could add more light to your space by installing new blinds in your windows. Don't be afraid to be a bit creative. You might need to change some of the colors and energy in your home now.

That just might be the funniest thing I've ever heard.

Normally these things are inaccurate as hell... but that's just too good.

My new job doesn't suck! Hoorah! I survived the first two days, and apparently today was the real test. Probably because of the "fast cash" thingy at the end of the day, which is code for "make the newbies make asses of themselves via improv,"

I was Miss America '25, in a hurricane, singing America the Beautiful. For some reason I couldn't remember the words, so I was just like "... um... Ameerrrricaaa, the beauuutiful... IIII don't know the words!" It rocked.

What also rocks is that we use Macbook Pros in the office, and every evening we take them home. We don't have to work or anything it's just "in case something happens to building," so as long as I have this job I have a free computer.

Other than that, my first two days were utterly uneventful. I spent most of yesterday just learning the system and how we do things, and in the morning I went around meeting people. So far I only remember like... 4 people, because they all have distinctive characteristics or interviewed me. Rawk.

Today, apparently, was the annual designer meeting, or whatever, so we went over to the President of the Company's house (which, I now need to add, is frelling enormous) and watched presentations on the (frelling enormous) projection screen. And had pizza for lunch. And one of coworkers, Steven, made the President's daughter cry. He jokingly said he was going to take her chair, and she got this wide-eyed look and ran to the laundry room and bawled her eyes out. He felt bad, but it was really hilarious.

So, in short, this job rocks on various levels, and hopefully I'll stay here for a long time.

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.

So, this just enters into a whole new level of wtf dreams:

Liz and I are watching the discovery channel, and I guess it was something about the arctic. Anyway, they start showing clips of polar bears sliding down a slippery slope. Every time one of them goes, one of us shouts "SEA BEAR!" It goes on like this until a bunch start, and we're just like "SEA BEAR! SEA B- SEA SEA SEA BE- SEA BEAR!!" until they're all done.

Finally one more comes and we're like "SEA BEAR!" but then the bear slips, starts flailing, and when it hits the pile of bears at the bottom it goes "OOF!"

I woke up giggling. I'm giggling now just thinking about it.