The Bananaverse

I hope everyone has a happy new year, however you celebrate ye olde new calendare yeare. (:

what kind of junkie are you?

what color are you?

which smilie are you?

What WONDERFUL musical are you?
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I am 80% Evil Genius

I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will.

Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com

which stereotype are you?

Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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Aphrodite is the goddess of love, desire and beauty. 
In addition to her natural gifts she has a magical girdle that compels anyone she wishes to desire her. 
There are two accounts of her birth. 
One says she is the daughter of Zeus and Dione. 
The other goes back to when Cronus castrated Uranus and tossed his severed genitals into the sea. 
Aphrodite then arose from the sea foam on a giant scallop and walked to shore in Cyprus. 
She is the wife of Hephaestus. 
The myrtle is her tree. 
The dove, the swan, and the sparrow her birds.

Judd Nelson “John Bender”
The Criminal

John Bender, the “criminal”, gets many peoples votes for favorite character. Why? It might have something to do with the quick and hilarious one-liners that come pouring out of his mouth. Bender’s a rule-smashing rebel, who doesn’t have a hard time finding trouble.And wouldn’t we all like to be a rebel sometimes!? But underneath his tough-boy exterior, he’s actually not all that bad, as his fellow breakfastclub members soon discover…

The role of John Bender was played wonderfully by Judd Nelson, who also starred in another popular 80s movie, St. Elmo’s Fire, the same year that The Breakfast Club came out, earning him a title as a member of the “brat pack”. Like most of his brat pack buddies, Nelson rose to incredible fame…only to get whisked out of the spotlight after of number of duds came out in theaters. According to friends, the character that Nelson played in The Breakfast Club is pretty close to his real life. He rode a Harley, partied hard, and had a fling with Shannen Doherty

Jack McFarland

Being Jack Means that your friends hate and love you at the same time…
You’re always busy with some weird artistic thing that you call “work”.
If you’re not on the hunt for some juicy love interest you’re complaining about it.

Somehow I figured that me and Jeffro would be the other person, but this does in fact confirm my theory.

Now that I’ve been listening to Al Green’s version of Silent Night, I don’t think anyone else could do that song justice. Nope. Nobody, really. It is amazing. Thank you. That is all.

I don’t sound so good. I’m sick or something. I’m full of snot and I can’t really find anything that makes it go away. I actually considered just putting the biggest pot on the stove and boiling water to breathe and see if that helped. urgh.

I sound all croaky and weird. blah. It’s not fun. grag. that’s all.

Yeah, yeah, I haven’t written a lot lately. Get bent. Its not like anybody noticed. Except maybe Jeffro.

Earlier tonight I uttered the sentence “Satan wants software for his pocket pc.” I didn’t realize how weird that sounded when I said it, since I just meant saitan. Then I realized that yeah, satan probably would use windows.

ooh! I got this Matrix soundset for my email and the new mail noise is all cool and stuff.

If you want to have some fun at my expense, send me a message if I am in your buddy list. My messenger program speaks the text of the first message I get from someone. Once my computer rapped the entire first verse of Square Dance Rap. Yeah.

I have some really interesting taste in music. I just heard Coolio (1,2,3,4), Tom Waits, Metallica, Pet Shop Boys, and Anything Box. Now it’s Camper van Beethoven. Yup. I really like the shuffle on iTunes sometimes.

WTF is with people anymore? It seems like everyone is so wrapped up in themselves that they don’t pay attention to anything else, so someday when they gaze out of their tinted SUV flag waving windows and can’t figure out what happened to the starbucks between here and the gym and why is it that the valet at the gym wears a different uniform now and he asks for my passport every time I show up, they will have nobody to blame but themselves. It pisses me off that nobody will ever admit this though. And even with all this Trent Lott bullshit and the latest I heard from Big Dick about how he is BLOCKING a resolution to allow other companies to produce generic versions of some drugs (the pharmaceutical lobby has apparently received a VICE PRESIDENT for Christmas this year, and I don’t even think they were all that good), I’d bet money that republicans win again in another couple of years. That sucks a lot. And nobody seems willing to do anything. I know it’s easier to complain, but I’m going to say the same thing I said the last time President Bush tried to pick a war with Iraq, and quote Martin L Gore:

You can’t change the world
But you can change the facts
And when you change the facts
You change points of view
When you change points of view
You can change a vote
And if you change a vote
YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD

New Dress, 1986

It’s on Black Celebration if you want to hear the whole song. Anyway. I’m done ranting. Time to take my contacts out and take my butt to bed. night.

…have the capability to be profoundly good.

…They also have the capability to be such fucking inconsiderate meatsacks of wasted bandwidth that I want to hit them with sticks.

…Additionally, I am finding that an inordinate number of drama queens refuse to admit that fact.

It is truly easier for you to blame me than it is to look inside yourself and find that you are the one with the shortcoming. Harder still to admit it anyplace but deep deep down inside you, in that place where most people are afraid to look.

I have Christmas Wrapping by Kurtis Blow. I’ve been listening to it a lot the last few days. Now I got a bad case of the boogaloo flu! K, that’s all. Thought I’d share.

Cool! I’m a good looking Animagus! Yeehaw!

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You’re Sirius Black, troublemaker extrordinnaire.

Never one to back down, you’ve had more detentions than anyone else in the history of Hogwarts. You’ll prank anything that moves, but you’re a good person at heart. You would never desert your friends if they needed you and would rather die than betray them. Did we mention you’re rather handsome?

which marauder are you?
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My fish almost died last night. I have discus, and they are very pretty when they aren’t going nucking futs all over each other, which is usually only when the breeding pair are breeding. Anyway!

J.Ro came over last night and we made cookies. We were between batches and he wandered into the living room (when we weren’t making cookies we were watching tv) and looked at the tank and said “What happened to the fishies?” so I freaked out, they were all dark colored and not looking good. I got Scooter ASAP and it looks like it might have been the CO2 for the plants that somehow got out of whack or something. Damn. Anyway. They’re better now, It was really bizarre to watch them be like that though. I was worried, but today they seem to be ok, or they will be soon anyway. Scooter is scrubbing out the tank and stuff so they’ve been a little freaked out today anyway. I’m off to do more semi-productive things now. blargh.

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Dec 1: World
Aids Day

Which Famous Homosexual Are You?

Eleanor Roosevelt! Nice to see you.

A Roosevelt yourself, you married your fifth cousin Franklin; despite the obvious incestuous overtones, your six kids were happy and healthy.

When Franklin got elected, you became perhaps the most controversial first lady ever - you spoke out for the rights of women; for the rights of the poor; for world peace. You were even a member of a union while your husband was in office - and when he died, you were the head of the UN Commission on Human Rights.

All of which is pretty kick ass, but to top things off you had a hot and steamy relationship with the lesbian journalist Lorena Hickok, who was so madly in love with you that she halted her career for you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t give up your public life that easily - leaving her heartbroken.

Bitch.

Which Famous Homosexual are you?

What Kind Of Drunk Are You?

You’re the “I’m So Drunk” drunk.

“I’m drunk.” - pause - “I’m so-o-o-o drunk.”

“I’m pissed.”

“Drunk.”

What kind of drunk are you?

Dre was here earlier. He’s in PDX for a training that he’s doing and he came by after just to hang and stuff, and stuff. Dre is the bomb-diggity! We had a good time and we didn’t spend it geeking out either! Well, not most of it. (: We just talked and hung out and it was fab. I’m glad I hit my friends page to see he was here, I’m glad I emailed him to give him my cell number, and I’m glad he called me! It was fun! So hopefully like, one other night this week maybe he’ll have time to hang out. Dre, if you catch this, you rock. I had a good time. Yay! K, off to bed now. Scooter demands it (:

So I haven’t written anything in like a billion years. Yeah, yeah. Here goes:

I had a birthday on the 16th. J.Ro and I went to see Harry Potter 2 opening day and we caught the latest of late shows so when we got out it was like, 1:15am which made it my birthday, so we did a birthday dance in the parking lot. The shrill teenagers behind us made me want to hit them all with sticks, but since I was in the middle of an aisle I couldn’t get out to tell anyone so I was pretty pissed. I didn’t pay eight fucking bucks to go to a movie and LISTEN TO YOU ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN PHONE! I mean, jebus! If it rang and you forgot to turn it off or whatever, that’s fine. I can cut you slack for that. But when you not only let it ring but then proceed to answer it, I’m taking the law into my own hands at that point. I’m wanting to get into awesome shape now so that I can go to the goddamn movies and leap all kung-fu style over the backs of the seats and unleash. I want to do it like, a few times in random theaters all over town and see the news article in the back of the Oregonian or something: Movie vigilante quiets crowds. I mean, damn. For me and Scooter to go to a movie is MORE than a budget DVD purchase. If you factor in candy/popcorn and perhaps a beverage, I can buy ANY movie I want and watch it at home where I am perfectly free to pause the movie and go “AY! STFU!!!!” And the studios can’t figure it out. Here’s a novel idea: go back to putting the ushers INSIDE the theaters again and be more willing to give someone a refund on their miserable experience. I don’t like to go because it feels like they’re totally ok with screwing you, and if I wanted to be screwed I would have stayed home where it doesn’t cost me eight goddamn dollars. I mean, honestly! And nobody wants to take a good look at what is really going on: people fucking suck. The end! Nobody is taught common courtesy anymore, so when all these kids grow up to be these nightmarish teenagers their parents are more than willing to give them exorbitant sums of money just to get them out of the house for a couple of hours, figuring it is nice to get them away from the Xbox for awhile. Yeah, thanks mom and dad for making them MY problem instead. My tolerance for this is very low, so someday I’ll be posting from jail or something because I lost it all over someone who couldn’t be bothered to shut up in a movie. Do people not realize that when you get in the car and go somewhere else that IT IS NOT YOUR HOUSE!? You do not have the right to behave like it is, because it isn’t. Anyway. I’m going to go take a deep breath and think of puppies and rainbows or something and see if that doesn’t improve my disposition any.