I was watching this show about pigs on the National Geographic channel, earlier, and they showed some pigs doin' it (what is up with the animal sex on this blog lately? This has GOT to stop) and the voice-over JUST SO HAPPENED to mention the word 'pork' and I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. The timing was just too awesome.
You know the guys who edited the show did that on purpose.
I have almost successfully filled up the new 1 gig memory card I just bought (I mean Mum helped me buy) and I think there are about 150 pictures left and I almost hope it keeps raining until a few days before I leave so I will have room to take more pictures at Mum's house. You know, cat, inanimate objects, people making weird faces, class stuff like that.
Lately I've been obsessed with seeing how close up I can get to an object and still have the shot come out in focus, and god damn the camera Whatshisname bought me for christmas kicks ASS. And I have just discovered the dorky little frames I can add onto photos and have started taking pictures of the cats with fuckin faerie wings and big pink hearts around their fuzzy heads while they glare menacingly and that is fun.
So I think once I finally get to upload and edit all these things, I will have very close to 2000 shots to edit and shit. Okay, maybe 1693 if I have done my math correctly, which I probably did not because maths is my lifelong blood enemy and we will forever have a deep burning hatred for each other that noone will ever be able to match. 1600 is close to 2000.
Tomorrow I might take my dad's van and illegally drive to the scary super market in the scary town and buy Fritos because I am almost out because I could not resist the call of this one unopened bag I had left and they are almost gone.
I have a healthy obsession/slight problem with Fritos, Nightcrawler from Xmen, Frasier and most cop shows.
See, I might illegally drive because the last time I ever EVER saaw a cop out here was like 10 or 11 years ago when someone (some bitch, actually) called the sheriff and broke up my brothers house party. Albeit good that someone did break it up cos one retard got alcohol poisoning, and there's a big long story about that, actually.
So, I was living in this shitty little shoebox in Falconer, NY above a shitty hardware store who's owner sent a spy up to monitor our behavior (we could see him out in the hallway lurking outside our door). I was living with prego turbo bitch and her fat blockhead of a boyfriend. She had a friend in the volunteer fire department out in Leon and we hung out with him constantly, and we were okay friends and stuff and stuff.
One day we were all chillin, I think it was at someone else's shitty apartment right near us and I was drinkin'...some off brand of non-kool-aid like Flavor-aid or something that was 1000 for a dollar and it was blue and mixed with cheap ass vodka in a mixing bowl and I was havin at it right good. Right out of the bowl (it had an easy pour spout).
He's all like, "Dude someone OD'd at your house" and recites the addressto me and I was like "OH FUCK!" thinking that one of my brothers (my younger borther actually) like, killed himself or tried to or something like that. We were all like, "Oh shit!" and hopped in his truck and slammed on the blue light. EVERYONE pulled over for our asses as we sped out to my folk's house, while I was drunk and gabbering about "why the fuck would my brother do this? What the hell happened?" and also about "HAHA YEAH PULL OVER BIATCHES!! YEEEE-HAAAAAW!" and we speed through the night and arrive at my house in record time.
We were both quite shocked to find a LOT of cars parked in the driveways and on the side of the road and a sheriff's car. Nowhere to be seen is my brother and there were still a few kids mingling around and there were bongs and bottles EVERYwhere. (Mum was finding bongs for a week or so after that...she was like "MINE!!" and I am fairly certain she got crunked.)
Nowhere to be seen is a certain brother of mine. Either, actually. It turned out my younger brother was fine, he was with this lady who had a son he was friends with and was spending the night there and she was bringing him home and saw the par-tay goin on and she narced em out. Good, because like I mentioned someone had gotten a wee bit too drunk and had to go to the ER or something. Most of the other retarded little fuckers who were all little pissants I hated in school had scattered off through the darkness into the fields and the woods and stuff, my brother being among those foolios.
So I was drunk, talking to the sheriff and wondering where the goddamn hell my brother was. I was gonna rip em a new one cos some asshole kids had ravaged my folks room and stole a bunch of crap. My friend and I look around for him and we found his dumb ass curled up 15 sheets to the wind in a DITCH in his SOCKS and no jacket. This was in like January, mind you.
That's absolutely hysterical to me, yet I wanted to shake the living hell out of him at the same time.
So we drag him to jail where he was released to me ad I dragged him back to the shitty apartment in Falconer after a long ass drive to Little Valley where the jail and the sheriff's office is and he woke up to a rip-roarin' hangover the next day.
Anticlimactic ending...I just like the drive out and finding him in a ditch. I mean, how often do you find someone in a ditch ALIVE? Also, the bowl of fake-aid and 5 dollar a bottle vodka.
I JUST SAW A BLACK AND WHITE BUNNY IN THE YARD! | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/26/2006 06:58:00 pm |
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You know the guys who edited the show did that on purpose.
I have almost successfully filled up the new 1 gig memory card I just bought (I mean Mum helped me buy) and I think there are about 150 pictures left and I almost hope it keeps raining until a few days before I leave so I will have room to take more pictures at Mum's house. You know, cat, inanimate objects, people making weird faces, class stuff like that.
Lately I've been obsessed with seeing how close up I can get to an object and still have the shot come out in focus, and god damn the camera Whatshisname bought me for christmas kicks ASS. And I have just discovered the dorky little frames I can add onto photos and have started taking pictures of the cats with fuckin faerie wings and big pink hearts around their fuzzy heads while they glare menacingly and that is fun.
So I think once I finally get to upload and edit all these things, I will have very close to 2000 shots to edit and shit. Okay, maybe 1693 if I have done my math correctly, which I probably did not because maths is my lifelong blood enemy and we will forever have a deep burning hatred for each other that noone will ever be able to match. 1600 is close to 2000.
Tomorrow I might take my dad's van and illegally drive to the scary super market in the scary town and buy Fritos because I am almost out because I could not resist the call of this one unopened bag I had left and they are almost gone.
I have a healthy obsession/slight problem with Fritos, Nightcrawler from Xmen, Frasier and most cop shows.
See, I might illegally drive because the last time I ever EVER saaw a cop out here was like 10 or 11 years ago when someone (some bitch, actually) called the sheriff and broke up my brothers house party. Albeit good that someone did break it up cos one retard got alcohol poisoning, and there's a big long story about that, actually.
So, I was living in this shitty little shoebox in Falconer, NY above a shitty hardware store who's owner sent a spy up to monitor our behavior (we could see him out in the hallway lurking outside our door). I was living with prego turbo bitch and her fat blockhead of a boyfriend. She had a friend in the volunteer fire department out in Leon and we hung out with him constantly, and we were okay friends and stuff and stuff.
One day we were all chillin, I think it was at someone else's shitty apartment right near us and I was drinkin'...some off brand of non-kool-aid like Flavor-aid or something that was 1000 for a dollar and it was blue and mixed with cheap ass vodka in a mixing bowl and I was havin at it right good. Right out of the bowl (it had an easy pour spout).
He's all like, "Dude someone OD'd at your house" and recites the addressto me and I was like "OH FUCK!" thinking that one of my brothers (my younger borther actually) like, killed himself or tried to or something like that. We were all like, "Oh shit!" and hopped in his truck and slammed on the blue light. EVERYONE pulled over for our asses as we sped out to my folk's house, while I was drunk and gabbering about "why the fuck would my brother do this? What the hell happened?" and also about "HAHA YEAH PULL OVER BIATCHES!! YEEEE-HAAAAAW!" and we speed through the night and arrive at my house in record time.
We were both quite shocked to find a LOT of cars parked in the driveways and on the side of the road and a sheriff's car. Nowhere to be seen is my brother and there were still a few kids mingling around and there were bongs and bottles EVERYwhere. (Mum was finding bongs for a week or so after that...she was like "MINE!!" and I am fairly certain she got crunked.)
Nowhere to be seen is a certain brother of mine. Either, actually. It turned out my younger brother was fine, he was with this lady who had a son he was friends with and was spending the night there and she was bringing him home and saw the par-tay goin on and she narced em out. Good, because like I mentioned someone had gotten a wee bit too drunk and had to go to the ER or something. Most of the other retarded little fuckers who were all little pissants I hated in school had scattered off through the darkness into the fields and the woods and stuff, my brother being among those foolios.
So I was drunk, talking to the sheriff and wondering where the goddamn hell my brother was. I was gonna rip em a new one cos some asshole kids had ravaged my folks room and stole a bunch of crap. My friend and I look around for him and we found his dumb ass curled up 15 sheets to the wind in a DITCH in his SOCKS and no jacket. This was in like January, mind you.
That's absolutely hysterical to me, yet I wanted to shake the living hell out of him at the same time.
So we drag him to jail where he was released to me ad I dragged him back to the shitty apartment in Falconer after a long ass drive to Little Valley where the jail and the sheriff's office is and he woke up to a rip-roarin' hangover the next day.
Anticlimactic ending...I just like the drive out and finding him in a ditch. I mean, how often do you find someone in a ditch ALIVE? Also, the bowl of fake-aid and 5 dollar a bottle vodka.
I JUST SAW A BLACK AND WHITE BUNNY IN THE YARD! | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/26/2006 06:58:00 pm |
