Blooforque!

Good News/Bad News on the brain drug front: My order was shipped on Wednesday from the online pharmacy! So hopefully I'll have it when I get home tonight, or at the very latest tomorrow. But that also means another day of swimmy-brained confusion today. Wheeeeee! However, I've noticed that I'm VERY CREATIVE when I'm withdrawing. C'mon, Pork M&Ms™? That's funny stuff. The Animal-I-Want-To-Be meme (which NO ONE OTHER THAN KIMMERLY PARTICIPATED IN BECAUSE SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVES ME!), it was downright brilliant. And did you read in mannyvision's journal when I explained in detail the circumstances involving the dropping of a calculator into a vat of chili at Hormel, and indeed the very aftermath of said calculator-dropping? Or in wicky's journal (Good Luck, Rose! HAVE GOOD BABIES!) where I pointed out that she has two names picked out, and soon she'll have two babies, but how does she know what name goes with what baby? So maybe I should withdraw more often. Wheeeeeee! Wait, I already said that.

MY POINT IS THAT I'M BRILLIANT AND FUNNY AND I LOOK GOOD IN THIS COLOR OF GREEN. WALRUS! WAAAAAAAALRUS!

Joy for your day!

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby Hippo.


And we should get this for the WickyBabies:

They're also available in frog, moo-cow, bumble-bee, crocodile, pig, and more... WHO'S IN?

Crawdaddy!

Inspired by eight_fifteen's recent earworming, I've come up with a brilliant idea: Everyone should submit a three second clip of any popular song. Then they will be compiled into a single track. People will listen to it a time or two, and let it gestate and fester in their heads for a few hours. Then come back a couple hours later and tell us which of the songs they can't seem to get out of their head. The winner would receive some sort of "reward" or "prize" that they'll never actually receive because I'm really lousy about giving people prizes for things that I promise. But it'd still be fun and interesting. Probably. Maybe not. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! WALRUS!* What songs do you think are good earworming songs? I vote for Elvis' In the Ghetto. "Cunnawanna makadeeka leeka leenoo lye, Pukkadikka likkafikka feeny foonie fie, in the ghetto..." And his mama cried.

*Actually, that's an aardvark. Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrdvark. But the walrus is called "the aardvark of the sea" by some.

Flank steak!

[Poll #241340]

AND ANOTHER THING!

Also also, have you noticed that there are a proliferation of television ads for medications where the ad tells you nothing about the product being advertised? Man and woman in a rowboat, she smiles at him, he smiles at her, cut to a long shot of the boat in a sunset and the graphic and voice-over comes on and says "Ask your doctor about Plernifia™!" NO! Not until you tell me what Plernifia™ does! Does it make me a better rower? Does it make women smile at me? I'd be afraid that the doctor would say "Oh, Plernifia™ is a drug to help make your nipples more sensitive. Are your nipples insensitive now?" and no, of course they're not. In fact, if anything they're probably TOO sensitive, always going out of their way to help an injured puppy when you really just want to go to dinner. But the doctor's not going to believe you now, of course. "Why would you ask about Plernifia™ if you're nipples aren't insensitive?" And you'd be insisting that you were just curious because the man in the boat looked so happy and all, and you just want to be happy. And then of course he'll start talking about the clitoris, because that's what he thinks of when he hears "the man in the boat" and now your doctor just thinks you're a sexual deviant, what with the constant obsession with your own nipples and now the clitoris? So you'll have to get a new doctor, but you can't just get the records from the old doctor because you just know that he wrote that nipple and clit stuff down on your chart and you don't want the new doctor to get that, so now you'll have to go through the whole series of tests again, including a prostate exam, which is fine and all but you just had one a few months ago and you try to limit the amount of times a guy has his finger up your ass in any given year because, well, to be honest it feels kind of good and you're worried that you might turn into a homo or something if it happens too often and really you've got enough on your plate already without having to worry about dealing with gay issues, although you should really just accept it and you should certainly try to stop using the word "homo" as if it's some sort of bad thing to be. BECAUSE IT'S NOT. But if the commercial had just said "Ask your doctor about Plernifia™, but only if you have nipple sensitivity issues." then the whole thing could have been prevented and you could be at home now thinking about clitorises (clitori?) and petting your nipple-rescued puppy instead of bent over an examination table with your new doctor's finger in your ass. They should be more specific, that's my point.

With thanks to passenger86...

You'd think that hitting a penguin with a baseball bat wouldn't be that difficult if you were a Yeti. But you'd be wrong. Swing too soon and they'll come down at too steep an angle and their heads will bury in the snow. You want to hit them hard, but not THAT hard. You have to try to get them down at juuuuuust the angle where they skid on their bellies when they land. THAT'S where you get the extra distance.

Oh, and this is what I'm talking about. Click once to get the penguin to dive, click again to hit it.

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So, the mail-order pharmacy shipped it to my old address. If I'm lucky, I'll get my meds tomorrow.

Very exciting!

I joined Poker School Online and entered a hold-em tourney of 49 people and came in 2nd! I played really well, but I got unlucky towards the end. But it was great!