And if you can't say somthing nice...

You know what? I had something I was going to post. But it was fairly snotty, I had a bad sleep last night, and I try really hard not to post things that I'm going to regret later.

That's true, you know. This place might seem like it has almost no content some days and veers sharply towards verbal diarrhoea on others, but in the end I do think about my posts at least a little bit. I decided two things at the start of my blogging career: that I would never fully delete posts (edit? Yeah, but mostly for grammar), and that I would never post something that warranted being deleted.

One thing I could never understand about the blogging world in general is why so many people use their blogs as personal diaries only to end up horrified if others discover what's been written there. I mean, come on, people. It's the freaking INTERNET. If you hang your undies out on the line for everyone to see, sooner or later someone out there is going to notice what brand you wear and how ratty they are. If you don't want people to read what you write, keep it in a journal under your bed. Don't start a blog.

Same goes for Facebook or whatever else out there. If you don't want someone to know about something, keep it to yourself already. It's as easy as that.

Um, yeah. I mentioned the lack of sleep thing, right?

Anyway, in the end I have deleted posts, but not from an active blog. I deleted a whole bunch of stuff from my old blog (which used to be my main blog) when I decided that I wanted to use it for my doodles (such as they are). And incidentally, if you do ever check the old blog (the link's on the sidebar. I'll leave you to figure out which one it is if you don't already know. Or, failing that, just click on my profile at the top of the page), I have different rules over there. As in no rules. If I decide I don't like something that I've posted there, out it goes.

Kind of my equivalent of tossing out the crumpled paper if I have writer's block, I guess.

I'm... going now.

Considering the current mood, that's definitely for the best.

Bonus pointless photo of the day:

So, I was sitting here at the computer painting (sorry. Considering my skill level that should be "painting". And yes, watercolour painting at the computer is kind of stupid. I needed a reference picture, though), and it occurred to me that you might like to see my bruise.

Nice, isn't it?

I have no idea how I got it. I obviously burst a blood vessel (the obvious part was because of the accompanying lump), but I don't remember slamming into anything hard enough to do that. Or slamming into anything, for that matter.

Get a feeling that sometimes my life is the Lefty Extreme Games? So do I, really.




And... five points to anyone who can tell me what in this picture would have informed Sherlock Holmes that I'd eaten an orange before I came down to paint.

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Games people play

Well, I'm a little late posting this (so I'll try to keep it short) because I got stuck playing a new flash game on the computer that I was only going to try out for a couple of minutes.

I won't tell you how many couple of minutes it turned out to be in the end. It's kind of embarrassing.

Anyway, in honour of kind of embarrassing today's post is now officially going to be about gaming instead of what it was going to be about. Which I can't remember at this point, so it's just as well.

First, I should say that I'm not a gamer and never have been a gamer (although I do now own the piece of equipment featured in today's not-entirely-pointless photo, courtesy of my latest birthday). I'm kind of inept at gaming, if I'm going to be honest. Oh, I do all right at logic-type things (let's hear it for sudoku, boys and girls) or puzzles, and if no one's watching I've been known to enjoy failing miserably at things that involve a bit of strategy. I don't have a very strategic brain, I'll admit, but if it's just me'n the computer I'll give it a go.

The problems start when the game requires reflexes.

I'm just sooo bad at trying to hit the right buttons in the right order, so to speak.

It doesn't help that I get rattled a bit too easily. Too many things going on at once gets me wanting to throw up my hands in defeat before I've even really tried.

I've got a feeling that that sort of reaction juuust isn't going to be good for the DSi.

Which, apparently, needs a wipedown at the moment. Ok, ignore the dust in the photo, everyone.

And now that I've said that I just know that you're going to have to look for it. Yeah, I'm evil.

So if I'm so bad at gaming why do I end up playing the games in the first place? Well, as long as it's just me, myself, and I playing it doesn't matter if I suck. I can enjoy sucking as long as no one watches me suck.

The irony of all of this is that when I was younger I used to consider video games a really good spectator sport. I, the person who can't really bear the thought of someone watching her play a game, used to love to watch other people play. Still do, in fact, although I don't get much opportunity to do it nowadays. Watching a talented gamer play is far more entertaining to me than, say, watching tennis. And with today's graphics it's almost like watching sports and a movie all at once. What could be better?

Ok, yeah. You don't need to tell me that I'm weird. I'm pretty much aware of the fact.

Um, anyway. I should probably go get some lunch now, so I'll just end this by saying that if anyone out there wants to recommend some games to someone who's a novice with a handheld but is quite willing to secretly suck, leave me a comment.





Oh, and since I've probably given one or two people an earworm via today's post title, you may as well just get it over with.

Sigh

See today's photo? Today's photo is not of snow. If it had been taken today it would have been of snow, though. This is because it's (wait for it...) been snowing.

I hate snow.

I hate snow both for the fact that it's snow and for the fact that it symbolises winter. Which I also hate. And since we're on the subject of what I hate, let me also add the fact that it's hovering around freezing right now which makes a snowy day extra extra special. All around me I'm hearing it's an ice rink out there.

I really don't need to be hearing that. I'm not a big fan of winter driving, but at least I know my limits. There are way too many other people out there, though, who seem to be surprised every single year to find out that snow can, in fact, make roads slippery.

Now I'm completely unsure of what to do. I'd normally be heading in to my father's, but I don't know if I trust the roads. On the other hand, the road reports say that the highways aren't in terribly bad shape overall. So here's the deal. Do I risk driving all the way south back to my place on the slippery city roads and stay in town for another day, or do I risk driving a little way north on the slippery city roads until I can get to what may be less slippery highways?

Did I mention how much I hate snow?

Yep.

Maybe I should just sleep here for the night.





You know, the irony is that they're predicting a high of 8C for Sunday...






Augh.

Let's all just go back and look at the pretty flower, ok?

Stupid people in trucks

Today's pointless photo is not of stupid people in trucks. You know, in case you wondered.

I am, however, really sick of stupid people in trucks.

Now, don't get me wrong -- I'm not against trucks per se. Well, not completely. Trucks can be useful things under the right circumstances. Around here, though, it seems that most of the trucks on the road exist only so stupid people can have something to drive.

And yes, I do know that not only stupid people drive trucks. The stupid people who do, however, are so overwhelming stupid as to skew the curve more than a bit.

Not that I have an opinion or anything.

I'll save my thoughts about aggressive idling, road hogging, and highway tailgating for another time. Today's post is in honour of the absolute IDIOT whose pick-up is currently parked in my apartment building's lot. Now, I don't know if this person is visiting someone in the building or if someone in that particular unit recently acquired a second vehicle, but Stupid Truck Driver Of The Day has decided that it's absolutely necessary to have his (I'm completely assuming that this has to be a he) truck parked at a particular stall in the lot. Which already has a car in it. Yep, STDOTD has DOUBLE-PARKED his truck behind another car in the parking lot, leaving a very interesting little lane for the rest of us to try to navigate through.

And the part that has me really wanting to key the STDOTD's precious vehicle (don't worry. I'd never actually do it. Just think about it a lot) is that we have half a dozen empty visitor stalls in the lot that ANYONE is welcome to use.

Idiot.

This better not be a permanent feature of our parking lot, let me tell you. If it is I'll... well, probably just stew a little, to be honest.

But maybe somebody ELSE would consider keying his truck...





Idiot.

Pointless photo of the day:

Look! It's not a mountain!

It's a...

Birthday present.

Not my birthday present, though. It's my father's.

It's the largest frigging Lava Lamp I've ever seen, is what it is. Apparently they make them even bigger, but this one's plenty big.

If you look carefully at the photo you can see reflections of my father's television and a lamp. I don't quite know why I'm bringing this to your attention, but... Yeah, I've got nothing.




Was it horribly obvious?

I figured.

Pointless photo of the day:

One last look at the mountains.

That's it for today, folks. Busy with some other things just now.