My firewire card came today. Unfortunately, I can't test to see if it works because Jeff still has my camera. I'm supposed to help set up for my aunt's hat show tommorrow, but then how the fuck am I supposed to get my camera back?
This means I have to sit through one of those God awful hatshows while the ancient spirits of Sunday School bake sales past haggle and gossip over the most austentatiously ugly and overpriced hats you will ever see. I get to evade questions about why I'm not in school, why I am moving out and what my plans are ofr that girl, but mostly I'll have to sit through their insipid gossiping about our subliterate, hooligan family members. Each faction vies for control over the few scraps that life spat in their general direction. One would never realise that abject mediocrity and sub-par existence was territory to be stalked and coveted. It's like an illiterate episode of Desperate Housewives minus the beautiful people. Rational thinking is banned from the event because anyone willing to purchase such hideous headware must be want of good sense, and this bit of insight is coming from a pro-wrestling fan.
Speaking of being a pro-wrestling fan, I got to use my brilliant retort when questioned why I even occassionally watch pro-wrestling:
Them - What are you watching?
Me - Random crazy masked wrestlers.
Them - But it's fake.
Me - So what, you like fake boobs too and no one finds that strange.
(raucous laughter)
I lost the bid for the router, so now I can bid on another one that I wanted.
This means I have to sit through one of those God awful hatshows while the ancient spirits of Sunday School bake sales past haggle and gossip over the most austentatiously ugly and overpriced hats you will ever see. I get to evade questions about why I'm not in school, why I am moving out and what my plans are ofr that girl, but mostly I'll have to sit through their insipid gossiping about our subliterate, hooligan family members. Each faction vies for control over the few scraps that life spat in their general direction. One would never realise that abject mediocrity and sub-par existence was territory to be stalked and coveted. It's like an illiterate episode of Desperate Housewives minus the beautiful people. Rational thinking is banned from the event because anyone willing to purchase such hideous headware must be want of good sense, and this bit of insight is coming from a pro-wrestling fan.
Speaking of being a pro-wrestling fan, I got to use my brilliant retort when questioned why I even occassionally watch pro-wrestling:
Them - What are you watching?
Me - Random crazy masked wrestlers.
Them - But it's fake.
Me - So what, you like fake boobs too and no one finds that strange.
(raucous laughter)
I lost the bid for the router, so now I can bid on another one that I wanted.
and then it's gone!
fake wrestling is much like fake boobs! fun fun fun!
dude. please take pictures of the hat show. you're so badass. that sounds too fuckin' cool for words.