So there I was, stocking my shop on Neopets (one of the easiest ways to make neopoints!), price-checking the various items in my inventory to see how much I could get for them. When you put the name of an item into the Shop Wizard, he gives you a list of shops that have that item in stock, and the amount that those shop owners have priced the item. I was pricing a Plain Omelette, which is a very cheap item – about 15-18 np (neopoints). Somebody had priced one at 5 np, so of course I trotted right over and bought it (so I could put it in my shop at 17 np and make a profit).
And in the shop where I was buying the omelette, I saw this, priced at 5 np:
I’d never seen one of these before, so I bought it. Even if it turned out to be some cheap little thing worth under 5 np, I wasn’t losing much (and I’d make it back by selling that Plain Omelette for 12 np more than I paid!). I took the unusual item, an Evil Snowball Wand, to the Shop Wizard and basically asked, “So what’s this worth?”
1100 neopoints. Nice! I really, really love it when people don’t check the Shop Wizard and I get nifty deals like this. (It will probably be the high point of my day. *sigh*)
Today has been possibly the worst day I’ve had since …well, never mind since what, because I’m sure someone-or-another would be pissed if I said anything, and that wouldn’t be helpful in the least. (Even if it would be true and only well-deserved.) But I’m trying to reduce my stress here, not borrow trouble.
Anyway, I’m not giving out details. Even though I’m sure it would allow lots of opportunity for people to feel better about their own troubles in comparison to mine – and hey, I do try to provide that as much as possible, being as how I’m such a giving person (insert eye roll here) – I don’t fuq’ing feel like going into it, since it would probably make me even more cranky/melancholy/pissed/all of the above.
And no, it’s not PMS.
It seems that, more and more, songs that have hit the Top 40 are being used in TV commercials. I was rather startled to see a commercial featuring the song Stacy’s Mom (Has Got It Going On). It was kinda creepy, too.
What is your favorite (or least favorite!) commercial that features a song?
Tonight I saw a Dr. Pepper commercial that I just loved to death. While the song I Would Do Anything For Love plays, you see a guy buying his girl tampons, folding her panties in the laundromat, and other adorable signs of devotion. Then while they’re cuddling on the couch, she tries to take his Dr. Pepper (as the song reaches “but I won’t do that”), and he runs (literally!) away, out the door and down the middle of the street. It’s certainly more attention-catching than that awful “Wouldn’t You Like To Be a Pepper Too?” jingle.
I got home from my dinner-and-movie date with Karel tonight to find the television on CMT. (That’s Country Music Television – my eldest was indoctrinated by her godmother Lyse, and now she listens to country nearly as much as rock or alternative. Okay, I admit I occasionally listen to country…but only old country. You know, the classics – the Oak Ridge Boys, Tanya Tucker, the Gatlin Brothers. Lyse’s always going on about the great butt of some guy named Kenny Chesney, and I have no idea who he is.)
So the 2005 CMT Music Awards were on tonight, and yes, I nearly cried when they gave Loretta Lynn a standing ovation and a lifetime achievement award. Her latest hit happens to be a duet with Jack White called Portland, Oregon – and how cool is that?!
Then Jeff Foxworthy came on and did a few one-liners about “You Might Be A Redneck Woman If…” I was pretty sure I wouldn’t fit any of those funnies. After all, I was born in San Francisco – a city not exactly well-known for its “downhome charm”. I’ve never milked a cow (and just never-you-mind about that goat). I haven’t driven a pickup truck in over a decade, and I’ve never driven a combine. I don’t know how to do a Texas Two-Step – so I’m safe! Right? Then he said, “If you can smoke, breastfeed, and drive a stick shift at the same time, you are definitely a redneck woman!”
Well, shit oh dear. Pegged. *sigh*
Many women are afraid of their first mammogram, but there’s no need to worry. By taking a few minutes each day for a week preceding the exam, and doing the following practice exercises, you will be totally prepared. And you can do this right in your own home!
Exercise 1
Open your refrigerator door and insert one breast between the door and the main box. Have one of your strongest friends slam the door shut and lean on the door for good measure. Hold that position for five seconds (while you hold your breath). Repeat again, in case the first time wasn’t effective enough.
Exercise 2
Visit your garage at 3 am when the temperature of the cement floor is just perfect. Take off your clothes and lie comfortably on the floor with one breast wedged under the rear tire of the car. Ask a friend to slowly back the car up until your breast is sufficiently flattened and chilled. Turn over and repeat for the other breast.
Exercise 3
Freeze two metal bookends overnight. Strip to the waist. Invite a stranger into the room. Press the bookends against one of your breasts. Smash the bookends together as hard as you can. Set an appointment with the stranger to meet next week and do it again!!
CONGRATULATIONS! Now you have nothing at all to worry about when you go for your mammogram!
While looking up the lyrics for a song (never you mind which one), I stumbled across this fun site – The Chart of the Flops. All the really – and I do mean really – bad songs you could ever want to browse through are here.
I was particularly amused by I Live In A Split Level Head, horrified at the thought of William Shatner’s rendition of Mr Tambourine Man, and totally confused by You’re A Pink Toothbrush. I was also terribly gratified that Birdhouse in Your Soul made the list, since it’s been quite possibly the most annoying song I’ve ever heard since Lyse subjected me to it many years ago. (I just don’t comprehend – nor appreciate – They Might Be Giants.)
Yes, Virginia, you can find absolutely anything on the Internet.
I ordered pizza delivered for dinner, because I worked all day and then cleaned house for a couple hours, and I figure that means I damned well deserved it. Besides, Pizza Hut lets you order online!
While waiting for the delivery, I was chatting online with Geoffrey & Karel. When I mentioned to Karel that I had ordered pizza, he made some snarky remark about me liking “lots of meaty goodness.”
Yeah. So I shot back with, “I like my pizza like I like my men – hot, with lots of meat, a little cheesiness, and just as good the next morning!”
Sometimes I’m convinced that I would never find the really neat stuff online if it weren’t for friends & loved ones who are generous enough to send me links. Karel showed me his profile on Audioscrobbler, and it was so nifty, of course I had to go get one too!
Yes, yes I do indeed have “interesting” taste in music. And now anyone who wants to find out can go look!
Lil’s AS Profile
My Number One Internet Fanboy knows me, alright. He knew I’d love this bit of humor.
Go on, read it
Yeah, I’d definitely say that anyone who wants to date me needs to be okay with my TMI Girl-ness. (And of course, one standard will do nicely. *grin*)
There’s been lots of discussion about the Rocky Horror Picture Show in my house lately, since the youngest has been trying to talk me into letting her join the local cabaret later this year. (Maybe I should horrify – pun intended – my daughters and try out for a part, myself!) But it got me thinking about the whole concept of groups all over the country acting out a film while it’s playing onscreen.
If you could make any musical into a cabaret act, sort of like the Rocky Horror Picture Show, with people acting out the parts en masse, which musical would you choose and which part would you play?
I’m not all that fond of musicals, and have seen very few of them willingly. I think I’d be the chair in Flashdance. You know, the one that Jennifer Beals dances all over with the downpour of water hitting her at the end. Or I could be a Nazi in The Sound of Music, but only if I get to have a real gun. Uhm, have I said too much?
