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Your result for Which Mario Enemy are you?...
You're a Boo!
As a Boo, you mostly drift around and attempt to scare the pants off of plumbers. It's not exactly something you write home about, but who cares? You're dead already. Nothing to prove. (Now that I'm thinking about it, what exactly do you have to gain from helping Bowser? I mean, you're not even coporeal... is he holding your body hostage or something? Refusing to bury it until you carry out his grim works? If so, then Bowser is a lot more villainous than we give him credit for...)
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beevo to include my mother and one of her friends. They, like he, do not appreciate my rather active watching. While I was visiting we watched an episode of a show I had never seen called NCIS. It began with a forensic anthropologist preparing to open a sealed Civil War era coffin. I off-handedly remarked, "There's going to be a fresh corpse in that box." This was quite obvious, NCIS being a crime show and the "cold open" needing to include the crime. My mother and her friend were suspicious of me.When an x-ray showed a musket ball lodged in the (fresh) corpse's skull, I expounded on my theory. Obviously this man was shot during a Civil War re-enactment, which must have taken place at Manassas, since that was where the dig that unearthed him took place. Eventually a map was found, which I surmised correctly led to a buried Confederate treasure, though it was antique firearms and not gold as I had guessed. Too much Sergio Leonne must have prejudiced my faculties.
For me this is part of the fun of a television series, particularly a detective show. Isn't the viewer supposed to try and solve the crime? Also, if you've watched as much television as I have, and have detected certain patterns, shouldn't you see most plot twists as they appear on the horizon? Particularly on a show that is aimed at the average television viewer.
I seem to stand alone on this. Well, not completely alone.
dan5982 is better at unraveling movie plots than I am. Anyway, these things seem obvious sometimes.Back to the issue at hand, though: sentiment. I have my moments. For example, I keep a memento of every relationship I've had, however brief, however acrimonious the separation. I have one or two childhood photographs my mother would be very surprised I did not destroy. I have the hood ornament of my first car, the Thunderbird, which I keep in the glove compartment of my current vehicle. The movie Big Fish makes me misty. Finally, when I make a change in my life, I sometimes feel a surprising wave of sentiment for the old way I'm leaving behind.
Last week, as I moved the last of my things from my old apartment, I stood in the empty living room and felt such a wave. I have many good memories that are set in that place. Even the lazy Sundays snuggled up with Alma held special significance at that moment. While taking a box of liquor (schnapps, vodka and Guinness) to my car, I got a little choked up. I said goodbye to an empty apartment. Once I get some memories manufactured in the new place, it will be all right, but I did feel a peculiar sense of loss that I thought it appropriate to document.
My brain must be getting soft.
Christmas this year was more sedate than its predecessor. Last year my family managed to murder ten bottles of apple schnapps; I wasn't drinking and there weren't that many people at the party, so you can imagine the rough level of Christmas cheer that everyone was riding.
I often get hectored by my aunt for wearing all black, or all dark clothing. She also resents my constant refusal to dance, since she is under the mistaken impression that I refuse because I do not want to look foolish. In truth I'm used to appearing foolish in front of my family; I just don't like dancing, is all.
My mother and sister prepare about six CDs worth of dancing music every year, crank the stereo up to eleven, and cut a rug while singing into "microphones" (candy canes). This year I decided to be festive.
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Fortunately, I had another engagement after 10:00pm that evening, so I had a valid excuse to stop drinking early enough that I didn't end up crashing at my mother's house. I went to see The Spirit, which is a pretty mediocre movie. It had the advertised levels of eye-candy, and high camp from Samuel L. Jackson, and the company was good, so it was by no means a bad experience.
I say next year we party in Heidelberg Castle!
I woke up at about noon today, only slightly fragile from last night's celebrations. Work let out early (7:00), so I wandered down to the District Tavern. They wouldn't open until 8:00, so I walked across the street to my apartment and played with Alma for the hour, while drinking the single Guinness that accompanied me from my old apartment.
Without enough water or food, I had about six pints of beer, which justified the establishment's lack of a cover charge. Their motto for the evening was, "No cover, No champagne", though one bartender occasionally offered disappointed revelers the Champagne of Beers, Miller High Life. I listened to the musical acts, kissed an ecologist from Manchester at midnight, and stumbled home to enjoy six hours of oblivion in my bed, before Alma roused me for a little ear-scratching.
Today I'm eating bagels, watching a few movies, and beginning to unpack my belongings at a leisurely pace. Alma is utilizing my large windows and an overturned cardboard box top to sunbathe. I'll have to buy a cable modem and have it partitioned sometime this weekend, but in the meantime I seem to be able to grab internet from Tooley's, the coffee shop across the street.
25m, Pasadena CA - Hornier
23m, Tucson AZ - Hornier
24m, Las Vegas NV - Hornier
27m, Escondido CA - Hornier
37m, San Diego CA - Hornier
28m, San Diego CA - More Attentive
24m, Las Vegas NV - Hornier
21m, Las Vegas NV - Hornier
I think a few things are clear from this list. One is that men in the Southwest are carnivorous for women. We can hardly be blamed, given the caliber of women one encounters in the area. The other is that men were formerly faking compassion in order to get in your pants, ladies. Now they've dropped the pretense, for the most part.
Weirdo.
I named 33 US presidents in 5 minutes 
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Napoleonofcrime's Dewey Decimal Section:
011 Bibliographies
Napoleonofcrime's birthday: 10/29/1982 = 1029+1982 = 3011
Class:
000 Computer Science, Information & General Works
Contains:
Encyclopedias, magazines, journals and books with quotations.
What it says about you:
You are very informative and up to date. You're working on living in the here and now, not the past. You go through a lot of changes. When you make a decision you can be very sure of yourself, maybe even stubborn, but your friends appreciate your honesty and resolve.
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My day off was fairly productive, by my standards. I slept in, then drove downtown and dropped off an application to rent an apartment starting at the end of this year. Afterward I hit the Loft to see Sukiyaki Western Django, since I'd put it off in order to attend the All Souls' Procession on Sunday. I browsed Bookman's on my way home but didn't buy anything. Then I played a bit of Changeling: The Lost on the White Wolf Java chats, watched some movies, got in some quality snuggling time with Alma, and it's time for bed. Expanded information under the cut.
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The credit card machine at work was acting up. People were finding it difficult to swipe cards. I often pretend to be competent with technology for my own amusement, so of course I declared that I knew precisely what the problem was. When I next had a credit card to swipe, I first picked up the reader tenderly in both hands, put it up to my mouth, and blew into the crevice.
Remember your NES skills, kids, because it worked like a charm.
Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...
Balanced, Secure, and Realistic.
25 Impressionist, 6 Islamic, -4 Ukiyo-e, -20 Cubist, -16 Abstract and -7 Renaissance!
Impressionism is a movement in French painting, sometimes called optical realism because of its almost scientific interest in the actual visual experience and effect of light and movement on appearance of objects. Impressionist paintings are balanced, use colored shadows, use pure color, broken brushstrokes, thick paint, and scenes from everyday life or nature.
People that like Impressionist paintings may not alway be what is deemed socially acceptable. They tend to move on their own path without always worrying that it may be offensive to others. They value friendships but because they also value honesty tend to have a few really good friends. They do not, however, like people that are rude and do not appreciate the ideas of others. They are secure enough in themselves that they can listen to the ideas of other people without it affecting their own final decisions. The world for them is not black and white but more in shades of grey and muted colors. They like things to be aestically pleasing, not stark and sharp. There are many ways to view things, and the impresssionist personality views the world from many different aspects. They enjoy life and try to keep a realistic viewpoint of things, but are not very open to new experiences. If they are content in their live they will be more than likely pleased to keep things just the way they are.
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Should I shave before work today, or allow something like ( this ) to manifest?
I compromised. After getting a (bad) haircut, I made my way to the Foothills Mall. I saw the movie, which was excellent but certainly not one of the top films the Coens have ever done. Then I strolled over to Thunder Canyon and had a slab of pork and too much "black out stout". I sobered up by browsing Barnes and Noble for a few hours, which wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be. I also took a quick look at a Rotarian book sale in the mall, and picked up a copy of A Confederacy of Dunces for a quarter(!).
The woman taking tickets at the theater asked me for my ID. Even though there was a long line of people waiting to get in, she took the time to verify that I was old enough to see a rated-R movie. I'm going to turn twenty-six this month. I have gray hair. This should not fucking happen to me anymore. Particularly when I'm seeing a Coen film and not something a seventeen-year old would sneak in to see, like Saw vs Hostel.
( Meme from ms_cantrell )
A vast, secret criminal organization with operatives using names like Mr. White and Mr. Green. Could it be... SPECTRE? Dare one dream?
The Big Wii-Bowski, a celebration of the 10th anniversary of one of my favorite films, The Big Lebowski. There will be wii-bowling on the big screen, games and prizes, to say nothing of the film itself.
I just might try to go both nights, but I'd like to have some company for at least one of those outings. I hope a month is plenty of time for folks to arrange their calendars, brush up on their trivia, and perhaps even get a costume together.
Eight year olds, Dude.
