Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Damn Snakes

This game continues to piss me off, even after twenty years.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Today's Lesson

Everything falls apart without my Mom there to do everything.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Just Dance!

This is a really well done video, so watch it! I also find it amusing that John Travolta is in half of these movies.

EDIT: Sighhhh, apparently my layout is dumb and I'm too stupid and lazy to fix it, therefore half the video is cut off, therefore you must click on the text and watch it on Youtube itself.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Young Dirty Bastard

Today, my own filthy lifestyle sent me over the edge into a psychotic rage. It is times like this that I'm glad my mom hasn't figured out technology enough to know how to leave a comment, because I am going to talk about my complete lack of tidiness, predominantly localized in the landfill that is my car.

My car has spent the last 7 years as a highly advanced mechanized dumpster. Sure, it has carried me all over town and country. Sure, it has survived at least two New England winters and one freak Eastern Shore winter. Sure, it has survived months and months of Boston traffic. But it has always been a trash receptacle.

Obviously, I have cleaned it out from time to time, but the trash always piles up. It's a sea of fast food cups and bags, old Google Maps directions (hey, I might need to take a spontaneous trip to Myrtle Beach or Vermont and not have access to a computer!), and enough old receipts that you could paper mache a Homecoming float for Faber College.

This could be MY car!

Well, this afternoon, it's safe to say the shit has finally hit the fan. As I was pulling into the driveway, a fast food cup that was sitting on my floor fell over and leaked all over the carpeted mat. Why was it sitting on the floor, you ask?

Because, dear readers, I had exhausted all FOUR of my cup holders with old fast food cups!!!

At least I can say in my own defense that I had plenty of random napkins on hand to sop up the mess. Once I parked, I flew into a flustered rage, retrieved a 13-gallon trash bag from the house, and filled it to the brim with garbage.

I felt like Norman Bates, because all I could hear reverberating through my head was my mother's constant lecture about keeping a clean car! Something along the lines of, "You never want to listen to me!", and, "See, Mom is always right!"

I feel a lot better knowing I threw out the mold culture growing on an old napkin in the bottom of a cup holder (yes, seriously). At least when I took the bag to the trash can, I found this cute little guy on the lid.

It's a tiny frog!!!!!!!! Those are Sean's hands for comparison, so don't think that I have man hands. As we all know, he is the ambassador between Meredith and Nature.

I will leave you with a picture of Shadow in a trash-bags-full-of-clothes fort.