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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

:::.... It irritates the crap out of me when people list on their blog what songs are "in heavy rotation" on their ipod. Who cares?

So anyway, in heavy rotation on my portable analog record player I am currently listening to If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears by The Mama's and the Papa's. I've decided to collect all three of the album covers released for it. The first has a photo of the entire band piled into a bathtub with a toilet next to it. The powers that be decided to conceal the image of the toilet with a ridiculous "sign" that lists the hit songs included on the album. It resembles a very worn piece of paper tacked to nothing with fake nails.

Finally it was decided the toilet and bathtub were both too naughty and dirty for public eyes and the photo was cropped down to expose only the band member's heads. I need the first and last covers to complete my collection.

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I received my little inflatable Eddie Van Halen guitars in the mail. The air plug on one of them won't stay shut. I'm not sure if it is the free one or the one I paid for. Am I lucky he shipped two since the one I actually purchased is defective or did I lose out since the free one is defective? Why do I ponder these things?


Tuesday, August 23, 2005

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

:::.... Yesterday I played a game with my little nephew where you spin a wheel then perform the action you land on.

So I spun the wheel and before it could rest on "Pounce like a kitten" my nephew had dropped to the floor and was barking like a dog.

"Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff! (pause) Ruff, ruff!!"

He then settled down next to me so that I could spin again. This time the spinner almost came to a stop on "Flutter like a butterfly" before he again dropped to the floor to meow like a cat.

"Meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow, MEOW!!!"

On the next spin he wasted no time wiggling across the bed like a worm well before my hand had left the spinner. And later, the prospect of landing on "Bite like shark" had produced tiny teeth marks on my forearm.

Boys will be boys.


Friday, August 12, 2005

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Dude, SCORE!!!

That little inflatable bad boy on the right is mine. Coming all the way from Canada. I got one for me and one for my three-year old nephew. I even got his for free! Can't wait to play air guitar!!!! Now I have to teach him how. It's only 2 ft. long so it's perfect for him.

We watched Tron earlier. And saved the extras for tomorrow night. I love you Netflix. I couldn't find Tron anywhere. Not even the "cool" video store on Shepard. Not really so cool after all. Plus you guys don't even deliver! Peh.

Oh and earlier I accidentally bid $1550 dollars for a vintage Star Wars jersey. Yikes! I had to cancel my bid since who knows how much some freaky teenager was willing to pay for it. These kids sell off all their Christmas presents to buy totally ridiculous shit like that. I know. Jenny had the pleasure of taking advantage of a Simpsons 5th season DVD for $15 from some kid selling his skateboard, his paint gun, a PSP, and lots of other stuff his parents paid good money for. Little shit.


Monday, August 08, 2005

:::.... What's The Point?...

Of owning a Cars album if the best song is scratched?

And what's the point of having six different people watching an item on ebay if no one is going to bid?

And what's the point of stumbling on a Trapper Keeper if some stupid school girl wrote retarded shit all over it with permanent marker that even gasoline won't take off?

And what's the point of going to a discount super center if you waste half your day walking around in circles searching gigantic aisles for things that you can easily find in minutes at a drug store?

Dammit.


Saturday, August 06, 2005

:::.... Nothing much to be found today while garage sale-ing. I ran across a little mini tape recorder which I wouldn't ordinarily pass on, but ten dollars was pretty ridiculous. Come to think of it, everything there was overpriced. I really wish a had a use for outdated cellphones.

Unfortunately, I haven't learned how to make a quick sweep of the tables and politely move on. For some reason I feel compelled to peruse each table showing sincere interest in each and every tarnished piece of brass and silk plant before hopefully drifting away unnoticed. Geesh.

My mom has instructed me to stuff fives, ones, and tens in different pockets so that when I claim to only have eight dollars I won't accidentally fish out a ten dollar bill. Excellent pointers indeed.

In other news, Jenny has become a little gourmet chef. And I am official spoon-licker.


Tuesday, August 02, 2005

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Sweet, sweet Polaroid of mine.

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I forgot to mention, a few days ago while at an unfamiliar resale shop in an unfamiliar part of town, I spotted a young boy begging his dad in Spanish to buy him the huge, plastic spaceship he was holding. Turns out the huge, plastic spaceship was the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars. I stood there for a minute thinking..."Get away from there kid. Just walk away. You don't even know what you're dealing with."

He set it down on a pile of women's lingerie and I quickly moved in. I felt bad for a moment then made my way to the rest of the toys. I've always skipped over the toys since previously owned stuffed animals disgust me and how could anything not be broken or missing a piece? What have I been missing out on all this time?

So anyway, a few days later I ran across two Star Wars X-wing fighters at a garage sale. I'm curious to see if anyone bids. If not, my nephew and I will each have a new toy. Except, he is obsessed with wheels and anything that rolls basically, so I will likely catch him nudging it across the carpet. Silly boy.


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