I am a Protector

You are a
protector.
Yes, you don't like to kill people. That goes
against everything you belive in. It's not that
you are a coward, but your ideals and morals
wouldn't allow it. You are the typical hero, do
the righteous things, get the bad guys and do
it all legally. But just because you don't kill
doesn't mean you can't kick ass. And that is
what you do. You use your brain and your
strenght to do honourable deeds and protect
people you know and love. If an evil guy is
going to take over the world soon, it's you who
will get involved. You hate watching innocents
suffer, and love seeing bad people getting what
they deserve. You are probably also happy and
optimistic and work pretty good in groups. And
the friends you usually make are true ones.

Main weapon: Anything at all
Quote: "You only live once, but if
you do it right, once is enough" -Joe
Lewis
Facial expression: Smile

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Sunday--The End of the Weekend is Upon Me

ARG.

I have so much to do that I do not want to do anything at all.

But I must.

So, I'll begin by spilling the contents of my consciousness onto this page.  Perhaps then it will not be echoing and rebounding inside my head.

I still feel a bit gloomy this morning.  Not morose anymore--just sort of an unspecified sadness.  But, I find that getting shit accomplished generally makes that feeling go away.  Endorfins kick in or something.

So, I've just finished folding the basket of white clothes I brought up last night but was too morose to fold and put away.  I've got a load of dark colored clothing in the dryer, a load of reds in the machine, and a load of towels and stuff to go in.  Then laundry is done, pretty much, except for the folding and putting away.

The cat barfed on the rug early this morning, so I have to clean that up.  GRRR.  The whole upstairs, practically is wood floor.  Could she EVER barf on the wood floor where it is just a matter of swiping it up with a paper towel? 

Hell no.  It's either the new bedspread or the cream colored area rug--which is now cream colored with amorphous splotches of a pale yellow stain from her previous barfings.

As sad and lonely as it would be to be petless, I think this cat will be the last one for a while.  Between her barfing and her trying to kill me by walking in front of me when I'm going down the steep stairway while carrying large objects which obstruct my vision....well....I just don't know if the pleasure outweighs the annoyance. 

But now, she is cuddled against my hip, purring loudly...it's hard not to love her.

I'm only partially dressed, so I need to put on my shoes and pants...then, take my pills and eat some bread or something to help them digest...then down to the basement to put the laundry straight.  Then, off to the grocery store and Walmart.  I need to buy a birthday present for my nephew Caleb--he will be five this coming week.  I have to locate the "new Woody" from Toy Story.  The kid already has soooo many toys that he doesn't know what to play with half the time. Every toy I owned as a child could fit in two or three shoe boxes and a laundry basket.  I remember only three or four stuffed animals--a truly hideous "HumptyDumpty" that I was afraid of (seriously, this thing had the most demented face--it looked demonic AND retarded), a little white dog I bought with my birthday money one year, a big yellow and brown bear that was stuffed with sawdust, and a pink elephant, also stuffed with sawdust, whose ears were mysteriously gone.  I have no idea where the ears went.  I think this was a hand me down from my aunt.  It never had any ears.  I never played much with stuffed animals.  I liked the dog though.  It was cute.

Caleb has enough stuffed animals to cover his entire bed.  Kids have too much stuff.

That money would be better spent in a savings account for college.

He's a good little boy, and I don't begrudge him anything--but holy shit!  Enough's enough!  He's only five and his room is stuffed with toys.  What's going to happen when he is ten?  Are they gonna build an addition to the house?

And, my thought is when you have too much stuff, nothing is special any more.  I had eleven or twelve barbies when I was a child (as opposed to the 600 or so I have now)--each one had a name (none of which was Barbie, Ken or Skipper) and, in my mind anyway, a distinct personality.  I still have all of them.  They are pretty battered, mostly due to an evil little brother, but I have them, along with most of my other toys--except my ranch set which my mother will not let me take.  Don't know why.

The grandchildren certainly aren't interested in it--other than throwing the stuff all over the basement.

Ah, well.  I don't need it and have no place to display it--though that would be fun to do.  All those long horn cattle and cowboys!  Hehehehe

Back to the barbie thing.  My niece Sadie is only ten.  She must have 65 look-alike, blonde bimbo Barbies.  They all look exactly the same.  NONE of them is special to her.  How could they be?  She can't even differentiate between them.

You can sure tell that people have a lot more disposable income these days than they did back in the sixties when I was growing up.

Well.  That was a huge digression.

I need to make my grocery list.  I know for sure I need more Nyquil.  Last night I could not fall asleep despite the fact that I was so tired I could hardly stand it.  So I took a shot of Nyquil.  Put me out immediately.  I don't know if it is the alcohol or the decongestant, but something in there is GREAT.  heheheeh

I am also going to buy a small microwave for my computer room--if I can find a cheap enough one.

Just to heat up my tea and stuff so I don't have to run downstairs every time.

And of course I need groceries of all kinds--now that the school year is winding down, my desire to cook is nonexistent.  So I have to find a bunch of healthy but convenient foods to cook so I will eat.  Sadly, even though I don't eat much these days--the bulk that is me is able to maintain itself.  Over the course of the years I have managed to completely destroy my metabolism.  Ah...life.

When I get home, I suspect I will have a visit from my former student Hope--who has left a paper slide til the last minute and wants my help to finish it up.  And SURELY the stalker will call several times to regal with me with delightful stories of what her damn dog is doing now.  "Oh, he farted!  How cute!"  While the little carpet commando is in the background going YELP YELP YELP YIP YIP YELP

*retch*

My goodness I am in a pleasant mood today, am I not?  I need to go now.  Else the after church crowd will make my shopping experience a hell.

Later.

It's the End of the World as We Know It....

and I feel fine...

Obviously the cure for morosity is work.  I've been working like a fiend since I shut down the computer and the endorphins or feelings of accomplishment have raised my general feeling of malaise to a much brighter place.

Having eaten some protein in the form of an Egg McMuffin with sausage and cheese and a soy protein drink flavored in vanilla and Chai and a handful of pecan halves, I feel better too.  I seem to get depressive without protein in my system. 

The (very gray and gloomy) sky was spitting hard little snow pellets at me all the way into Owatonna and back.  It's snowing harder with bigger flakes right now.  It won't amount to anything, but it's the principle of the thing--it's MAY DAY, for goodness sake!

DeAnn just called and wants me to go with her to see either Robots or Kung Fu Hustle.  I don't really care which one I see.  I bought my nephew the two main robot figurines for his birthday--the red one and the blue one.  I couldn't find the "New Woody" anywhere.  But I only looked in Walmart, and I HATE shopping, so I barrelled through the place grabbing what was on my list and got the hell out of there as quickly as I could.

I ran into three former students AND the stalker.  Lucky me.  She followed me around the entire grocery section babbling and despite the fact that I had a CART full of crap, and she had two items, she pulled into the checkout lane behind me and continued to babble.  ARG.

I bought a small cheap microwave for the computer room--and it set off the alarm when I was going out the door so I had to wait while they ran some kind of little device over all my stuff--then I had to show them my receipt so they knew that I had indeed paid for it.  Heheheeh.

That kind of stuff doesn't tick me off.  It happens. 

I bought the Sims 2 University Extension Pack.  A foolish waste of money, but it is the only video game I like.  I was very tempted by the Pirate one....but I couldn't afford both.  Maybe this summer....

I also bought a pair of slip on shoes for summer--they are called "EArth Shoes" but they do not resemble the Earth Shoes I remember from my youth.  Hehehehe

Well, it is a different earth, requiring different shoes, I suppose.

Well, I'm gonna check out IBDoF, perhaps finish inputting the InuYasha series, and then play Sims for a little while--unless PETER shows up to play Scrabble.  Perhaps he has stopped looking at shiny objects and got his cute fuzzy behind in gear and made his livejournal!!!!!

(Actually I do not know if his behind is fuzzy.  heheeheheh  And cute is in the eye of the beholder.  I think everyone who is nice is cute and he's nice.  heheheeh  I have NO TASTE AT ALL.)

OOOh...Three Dog Night just came on singing, "That Ain't the Way to Have Fun."  hhehehehehe.  LOVE those old seventies songs.  "I seen so many things I AINT NEVER seen before!  Don't know what it is, but I don't wanna see no more..."

Okay--I'm done.

Thank God I feel cheerier!

I hate feeling morose.

 

 

Robots--Not Spectacular, but Amusing

I have been home from the movies long enough to snarf up the terriyaki chicken sub, (grilled) carry another basket of laundry upstairs, put on my pj's and fire up my computer.

Tonight I tread new ground...I am going to attempt to download some music.  I have never done it before.  I don't even KNOW what I want to download.  I just want to learn the skill.

DeAnn and I saw Robots. It was good--not great--but good.  Good visuals--though the rollercoaster images make DeAnn feel motion sickness.  Me--I have no trouble with it.  In fact, I kinda like it. 

STAR WARS MOMENT:  The Robot who had no voice box put a triangular shaped voice box in the mouth slot and said, "Luke, I am your father," in a very Darth Vadarish voice. 

They had the preview for the new Star Wars picture--they are calling it the "last one"--so, what happened to the third set of three?  Wasn't that what Lucas originally said? Does a promise to fandom mean nothing?   Ah, well, The first one was GREAT.  The second, disappointing.  The third, Crap.  The fourth--An abomination.  The fifth (I didn't see).   (These are in order of their actual release.)

I gotta say, the previews of the new one look great.  Though I didn't think the wookies were a part of the Jedi community....

It seems to me that I am CONSTANTLY hearing allusions to Star Wars in Other movies--so, I've decided to begin noting them here.  The above was the first.

I know there is one in Twister--but I will have to rewatch it to get it correctly in context.  "That's no moon, that's a space station," was the quote. 

There is probably already a website devoted to this somewhere, but ah well.

:-)

I'm going to go now and play some Sims.  I am addicted.