Saturday, August 23, 2003
Hope you haven't got that email virus yet, it's a pain in the rear. My mailbox got inundated, yahoo said I'd overrun my bandwidth quota because of all the email, just generally icky. Of course I haven't been dumb enough to actually open any of 'em, so no one should get hit from me, but it's a pain to get stuck by everyone else who got infected.
I'm not entirely sure it would even infect a Mac properly... most of these things are targeted at Windows and, as such, don't work on Macs. But I'm not foolish enough to open them anyways. These viruses are always a pain, 'cause they come at you off of emails that you know, for the most part. That's how people get tricked into opening them, the silly uninformed folk.
So be wary of any email with attachments you get, folks, unless you're expecting it. Even if you know the person who it's from. I'm not 110% sure I didn't somehow get tagged with it, so if you're not expecting email with attachments from me, you'd be better off not opening it, or emailing me first to see if it's safe to do so.
Look alive, people! Don't be foolish. 'Cause when you get infected and your address book gets rifled, then everyone in your book gets slapped with these infected emails. Not fun.
Enough of that public-service-type blogging.
A couple of days ago I went to Marblehead Neck with my mother to see what there was to be seen in the Sanctuary. There's a nest of cedar waxwings which is so extremely close to the path that it's silly. And it's practically at eye level. You can just peer right into the nest and the baby birds are right there, maybe a hand's width away from you. It's amazing. I don't think I'd ever been that close to wild baby birds. Even the goslings kept more distance.
Cedar waxwing babies are adorable. They've got the little headcrest that the adults have, and their plumage is still fluffy but starting to get adult colors. Yeah, they're just cute. And so close! You literally just look at them, and they're right in front of you.
But there is a price to pay for this amazing encounter. The mosquitos in the Sanctuary are in full bloom, and they are hungry. And they feasted upon me. Both of my lower legs are completely bitten up, and the itch is immense. I am in a world of itchfulness. I find that a liberal application of witch hazel, followed by healthy amounts of Cortaid, is instrumental in controlling this extreme itchiness. But I'm pretty well bitten up. Catdamned mosquitos, sucking my lifeblood. I've probably got west nile now.
i am a lady. only the mosquito gals want to be bitin' yo' ass.
To amuse myself, I made a couple of tshirts. They actually came out somewhat better than I thought they would, considering the fact that I was only using cheap-o fabric markers. One's got the Michigan Wolverine on it, and the other is a Swampscott Sculpins design. This last is a joke which only I will get once I am at college. Thusly, I will be amused by it.
I recently acquired a magical file portfolio thing from Staples. Using this, I managed to organize every single paper I have pertaining to my comic book stuff. I used to have enormous files of stuff, just overflowing everywhichway and left all over my floor. Now I've got it pared down and all sorted out real neat-like in this folder thing. It's unbelievable. I did not believe it until I saw it, and even then I was skeptical. Organization is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
Tonight I saw Jackie Brown with Jess, Maddie, Corey and Dave. Good times. It was a pretty good movie, but a bit too long. Maybe I just wasn't in the mood for something lengthy, but it seemed to drag at points. Still, good stuff. The characters were just insane enough to be awesome. The dialogue was both classy and memorable, with such excellent lines as, "Straighten up, bitch." and "Louis, what happened to you, man? Your ass used to be beautiful."
Samuel L. Jackson was creepy beyond creepiness... it's surprising how sketchy bad hair can make someone. Robert DeNiro was some kind of mentally deficient person... I don't know, it didn't really seem like he had all that much acting to do. He just sort of sat about looking confused and mildly displaced. And I forget who else was in it.
Jackie Brown. Two and a Half Paws Up. In my opinion. Which, being mine, is the right one.
New game for you! It's Butch Mushroom. You're a mushroom. You hit the arrow keys rapidly and more or less randomly. You eat bugs. Then you burp and maybe vomit a little, because let's be honest here, what the heck is a mushroom doing eating bugs? But it's a great game, it grows on you like a fungus. Play and be filled with a disturbing yet deep sense of gratification.
And you should probably take a look at this little animation about architecture for the new millenium. It's absolutely retarded yet entirely glorious. I can't tell what city that is, though. The music is very soothing. And if you watch it for a bit after it's over, the Platitudipus really does display a variety of soothing platitudes to the public. Yeah, just go watch it.
People have started leaving for college. All the Syracuse kids are gone, both the Drummonds have flown the coop. I'm here until bright and early Wednesday morning, when the sojourn (i.e. long car drive) begins. Annoying as that drive will be, I do not envy my dad the drive back home, during which my mother will probably be inconsolable.
But in any event. Wednesday I am gone. So be sure to pay your respects before then.
Keep an eye on your email, you damnfools. Be wary and intelligent. And wear bug spray.