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Feb. 24th, 2009 08:16 amMy plan to attack the bookcases did not work out so well. I considered it. And then I thought, I should nap. But if I nap I might not wake up with enough time to play with Widget. And I'm not at all tired despite the cleaning frenzy. Hrmm. So instead, I watched ANTM cycle 2. Mums wandered through during the makeover segment and watched a bit and I pointed to Catie [I think?] who was crying over the hair and Tyra was trying to assure her that she would so not look like a boy, and I couldn't help but think, "You poor, poor bastard. It's only season 2, Tyra, so you don't know that you will lie to at least one girl a season/cycle, but you will continue to screw these girls over and then wonder why they look like crap." To give the devil her due, about half the girls in any given season will look better after their makeovers, and if it's a particularly weepy season [deal with it. cycle makes me think of other things] at least one of the ones carrying on like a baby will look fantastic. Sadly, whichever girl is given the ax will probably look like complete and utter crap and will be told by at least one judge a week that she looks like a man/boy/not feminine enough. And usually this girl will have been exceptionally pretty prior to the haircut of doom.
But I hate it when someone on a reality show will lie or their version of the truth is so far twisted from what you're led to believe was actually true, and then they get away with it. "Nuh uh! He was with me for like two seconds and with you for the whole rest of the shoot!" And yet we're shown not true. But I love, love, love when it's something like, "I didn't steal your donut" and they flashback to whomever stuffing their face and then they get called on it. But they so rarely do. And when it's something big, for whatever show it is, and they get away with it, I wonder if the judges [and this is in general] watch, or their friends or something tell them later, "Dude, remember person Z that you kicked for doing that thing? They didn't do that thing. Or they were telling the truth." Do they look back and think, "...crap, I looked like a tool in front of the mindless zombies watching" or what? Hrmm.
The cleaning, to get back on track, went rather well. Threw out an entire bag of trash, I have two bags filled with plastic death to take to one of the grocery stores and recycle, and two bags of cans/bottles/other stuff to recycle.
I'm so freakin' cold right now, it's not funny. The cat is on my wrap, so I can't just use that to help because poor kitty is lacking in fur. Hurry up, payday. I've got stuff to do.
Figured out the state taxes, nearly cried at how small it was, then realized Mumsy's math wasn't right and rejoiced when the amount went up to much closer to where I thought it would be.
I've decided that when I rule the world one of the first things to change is this: Everyone gets a home. Apartment, condo, house, whatever. A. Home. People who do traveling back and forth and are essentially living in two different areas may have a home in each. That's it. No seven houses for one family/one person. No way, no how. This way I don't have to watch as the best parts of the area are chopped down to build craptacular housing for people who will spend at most two months here just to say they can. NO.
You there. Entertain me.
But I hate it when someone on a reality show will lie or their version of the truth is so far twisted from what you're led to believe was actually true, and then they get away with it. "Nuh uh! He was with me for like two seconds and with you for the whole rest of the shoot!" And yet we're shown not true. But I love, love, love when it's something like, "I didn't steal your donut" and they flashback to whomever stuffing their face and then they get called on it. But they so rarely do. And when it's something big, for whatever show it is, and they get away with it, I wonder if the judges [and this is in general] watch, or their friends or something tell them later, "Dude, remember person Z that you kicked for doing that thing? They didn't do that thing. Or they were telling the truth." Do they look back and think, "...crap, I looked like a tool in front of the mindless zombies watching" or what? Hrmm.
The cleaning, to get back on track, went rather well. Threw out an entire bag of trash, I have two bags filled with plastic death to take to one of the grocery stores and recycle, and two bags of cans/bottles/other stuff to recycle.
I'm so freakin' cold right now, it's not funny. The cat is on my wrap, so I can't just use that to help because poor kitty is lacking in fur. Hurry up, payday. I've got stuff to do.
Figured out the state taxes, nearly cried at how small it was, then realized Mumsy's math wasn't right and rejoiced when the amount went up to much closer to where I thought it would be.
I've decided that when I rule the world one of the first things to change is this: Everyone gets a home. Apartment, condo, house, whatever. A. Home. People who do traveling back and forth and are essentially living in two different areas may have a home in each. That's it. No seven houses for one family/one person. No way, no how. This way I don't have to watch as the best parts of the area are chopped down to build craptacular housing for people who will spend at most two months here just to say they can. NO.
You there. Entertain me.