Housekeeping

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I am cleaning and organizing. Baby is looking at me like he wants to be involved. Hmm…

The most challenging part of organizing is trying to balance “what you need to use” with “what looks pretty on the shelf.”

We old.

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Went out for cat food at midnight because…hey, would YOU say “no” to this?

Picked up Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties for the kid.
I’ve never seen it, because Lorenzo Music is one of my favorite voice actors of all time. Bill Murray harmed his career and is now performing his signature character (Garfield).
To me, Lorenzo will always be Ralph, the All-Purpose Animal.
Bill Murray will always be that voodoo doll I keep at the bottom of my cat’s litter box.

So they had a sale on Hellraiser movies (6 for $5). I like to think I have the entire collection, but I’m not sure. The films are so similar that they blend together in one painful streak. But, it was Hellraiser or Evil Bong.

…I may have to go back to the store.

They carded me, on the movie purchase – you must be 18 or older to buy it.

As of 2012, you would be 18 if you were born in 1994.
I was in high school in 1994. You?

I stumbled over this topical image today.

You know what makes me feel old? That people younger than I am are complaining that they feel old.

In GTA4, My Truck Plays Goodbye Horses

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While playing Grand Theft Auto 4, Anthony stole what appears to be a Chevrolet Avalanche. Immediately after he sat down in the driver’s seat, the car radio started playing “Goodbye Horses.”

This may always be my favorite homage:

Fuck Those Rich Assholes And Their Magic Sky Castles

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Playing Star Wars: The Old Republic, I am constantly reminded of my privileged status and the weight of my destiny by the nameless, faceless, hopeless masses fretting around me, just trying to get by.
We have spaceships and hovercrafts, they have…feet. Maybe a Lucas reimagining of a cow.
We have guns and lasers and supernatural powers, they have…sticks and rocks.
Maybe they have a job. Maybe they even have a tent to live in. Maybe, if they’re really lucky, they have what looks like an enormous, overturned teacup masquerading as a studio apartment.
They all live in constant fear of imminent death.
And then there’s our team – killing them all. Thanks for all the credits.