Monday, July 21, 2003

Can someone explain to me Justin Timberlake? I saw his new video today, and I just don't get it. Do people find him attractive? Do they think he has a good voice? Do they voluntarily listen to his music? I literally had a "omg wtf" look on my face the whole time he was on the television (I know because my sister Sarah asked me what was wrong).

I'm going to file for unemployment. Hee. I wasn't going to, because I felt bad, because it's not like I have a family to support or am homeless or anything. But then I found out the post office pays into unemployment, so I'll get money from them one way or another. And I won't even deliver mail for the bastards to do it.

I want to get a cell phone. My mom got a new cell phone, and today I helped her put people in her phone book, and figure stuff out, and it made me all envious and wanting. I just don't want to pay a lot of money for it. I wish you didn't have to get stupid plans; I just want to pay for the time I use, and that's it. And be able to play games. Like Snake. That's important.

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Everyone, you must watch "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" on Bravo if you haven't already. It's brilliant. Several times I sighed and thought to myself, "Self, I wish we were a gay man, because then we'd be well-dressed, witty, and very cultured." Seriously though, it's like the perfect show.

I've been reading this book about JonBenét Ramsey, because I've been on a bit of a true crime kick, and dude. I can't believe her parents, one or the both of them, got away with it. I mean, yeah, it's not been proven or anything, but after reading about all the evidence, it would take a lot to convince me that they at least didn't have something to do with the cover-up, if not the murder itself. It makes me angry. Feh.

Monday, July 14, 2003

So, just to clarify: the part in "Pirates" that I was laughing at so hard was when the one pirate was talking to the other pirate about the glass eye. "It's splintered." "Stop rubbing it."

It was funny, y'know.

So, the anniversary party of the parental units is over, which means our house can revert to its natural state. Even though the house and yard looked really nice and even slightly fancy, there was something false about the whole thing. Now it's like, I can take my shoes off in the living room and leave them there! That's the way thing should be. Sure, I'll move them eventually...It's nice to not be the über-cleaner like we have been for almost two weeks.

To be serious for a minute: I'm getting to the point where I cannot be around my brother anymore. There's nothing you can say to him that he doesn't either throw a tantrum over or talk to you like you're his slave. I don't think it's healthy to get as worked up as I do just trying to talk to him. God.

Wednesday, July 9, 2003

Can someone explain to me why Ashton Kutcher is news? Every time I turn on an entertainment news show, there's Ashton, looking vapid. He's on a sitcom, he makes dumb teen movies, and he's the May in a publicity "romance." Is there really nothing else going on in the movie world that we need to watch six-year old clips of him looking like a mentally deficient paint chip eater talking about, if you want to be beautiful, you should, like, wash your hair and stuff.

Saturday, July 5, 2003

Happy post-4th, y'all (except Maya). (She's Canadian.) We had a pretty good time last night. A few houses down from us, one of our neighbors spent $1500 on night fireworks, so we just sat back and watched his. We actually had about four groups right near us with big fireworks displays, so it was pretty cool. Plus, there were some very drunk people right down the street who had some M-80s, which they were putting into various melons. "Watermelon." Boom! "Cantalope." Boom! It was good times.

There's a new commerical for League of Extraordinary Gentlemen that goes: "Sean Connery must assemble a team to blah blah save the world." It makes it sound like Connery is playing himself in this movie. Which sounds fabulous. I totally want to see a sci-fi action movie where some famous movie star has to save the world or whatever. That would be fun.

Thursday, July 3, 2003

Thanks to all who expressed sympathy over my loss of job. It's cool, though; I made some money, and now I get to hang out. I might look for a new job at a temp agency, I might not. But it's close to 100 today, so I don't mind not working. Really.

We bought fireworks in Missouri today. Yay for fireworks! Whoever decided that we should celebrate our independence by blowing stuff up was a wise, wise man. Of course, it will be another sweltering 4th tomorrow. It brings back memories of my childhood; sitting on the curb, dripping sweat, lighting firecrackers all day. Good times.

Maya linked to some message board where stupid people were ranking the races. Wha? I'm surprised the list wasn't something like 1. White men. 2. Asian men. 3. White women. 4. Jewish men. Etc.

Blogger's all different. The coding is different. It's stupid. Instead of putting a "b" in brackets for bold, you put "strong." Strong? It's the lamest coding I've ever seen. It's lamer than Haven coding.

Wednesday, July 2, 2003

So. I was working at the Post Office as a casual letter carrier; I did odd bits from different routes if someone was out sick, or on vacation, or whatever. The routes out where I was were all door-to-door, so I was walking all day. Then, in the afternoon, I would pick up mail from the blue collection boxes. I was driving one of those big, one-ton trucks. It was actually pretty cool. Well, I got bit by a dog about two weeks ago. It was nothing major, but it was considered an accident. Then, last week, we had a big rainstorm. It was just coming down in sheets. I backed my big truck up to the loading dock, got out, and had to climb up because the truck’s back door doesn’t open from the inside. I slipped on the wet concrete and came down on my leg. It was typical Shannon clumsiness, but it was still considered an accident. So, I had two accidents in my first thirty days, and they fired me. Bastards.

It’s okay, though; it’s, like, a thousand degrees today. Just sitting in the shade is taxing. I’m kind of glad I’m not walking for four hours in the heat and all.

The job was one of the main reasons for being incommunicado, but the other is that Laura won’t get off the internet. Anytime there’s an opportunity to get on, she’s on. As I have already said about twenty-seven times since I’ve been home: I miss my ethernet.

My parents are having a 25th wedding anniversary next weekend. The preparations have been intense. Staining decks, painting things, cleaning, yard work; I feel as though we need some well-known dignitary to show up as justification for all the work we’ve done. As it is, it’ll just be people I’ve known all my life. Hello? They know what our house looks like. Why do we have to make it all fancy? But I guess it’ll all work out in the end. Parties = good food. I can manage to be okay with that.