Mad as Hell

I went to Wal-Mart this afternoon, expecting to go buy some contact solution, pick up a new eyeliner, and get some blank DVDs for data backup at work. I had gotten all of those things and was in the checkout line when I saw something that made me mad as hell. Some skanky woman with enough kids to start her own orphanage smacked her toddler across the face when the little boy tried to reach out to get a candy bar. And if that wasn't enough, she twisted his arm around behind his back quite forcefully.

Child abusers are the lowest of the low to me. I hate them. I think that they're evil bastards who forfeited their human credentials a long time ago. Scum buckets, all of them. So of course as soon as I saw that poor little kid cry out, I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. Many people in the lines had, and a teenage boy called the police on his cell phone, looking quite disgusted. I can't say I blame him. An older lady confronted the woman, who promptly defended herself, saying that she had the right to train her children in the way that she saw fit.

Oh really? You really think that, you pathetic excuse for a human? Recently, a little girl was murdered by her parents after following the "discipline" advice laid out in a book that makes me shudder to even think of it: To Train Up a Child, by Michael and Debi Pearl. I'm not Christian, so that could have something to do with my interpretation of the book, but I don't think that's it. I just think I have a moral issue with books teaching parents to beat the living shit out of their kids with plumbing materials. Those worthless pieces of crud way overdue for a flushing that killed their daughter in this way were "disciplining her the way they saw fit."

YOU DO NOT HIT A CHILD WITH PLUMBING MATERIALS. If you were to hit me with quarter-inch plumbing supply line, like the book recommends, I could take it. But I'm a fully-grown adult woman. A child, on the other hand, their body is not mature enough to handle something like that, and it's no surprise that the little girl who died died from organ failure. Her system just couldn't handle the attacks.

I think of it this way: you wouldn't like it if someone attacked you with plumbing materials (or maybe you would, but in that case, you got some weird paraphilias there that you might want to go get checked out by a psychologist). So why would you attack someone else with plumbing materials, especially your own child? I wouldn't even do that to a rabid dog.

So, in conclusion? Don't beat your kids. They'll eventually grow up and have resentment towards you festering and might attack you. If they live that long. And if they do die as a result of your "discipline," then I hope you enjoy living with Big Bubba in prison.

What do you get when...

you put five friends in a fancy Japanese restaurant and tell them to go eat whatever the heck they want? No, it's not a lame joke or a riddle. It's my birthday party!

I turned XX years old yesterday (ha. Like I'd tell you my age... :P), and some of my friends and I went out for dinner. There is a very high-end sushi buffet not too far from where I work, so some of my friends and I went there for a nice dinner. As it was, it turned into a discussion of all things entertaining.

One little problem: my friend G hates sushi. Really hates sushi. Which meant that he couldn't eat about half of the food on the menu, but he didn't really care. He ate more galbi and miso soup than I think most people in this world eat in a lifetime. My friend K thinks she might be pregnant, so no raw sushi for her either (although unlike G, she loves that stuff). Luckily for her they had vegetarian, fish-free sushi. As for me and the other two? We ate all the sushi we could.

But other than dinner, I got a very nice present from my boss, the last person I would have expected anything from. Yeah, he's a great guy, but I never thought he would actually bother to give an employee a gift. He knows I collect owl stuff, so he gave me an adorable owl plushie. Huey (as I named him) is now sitting on my workstation, watching all over the stuff I have to fix.

My important person didn't forget my birthday either, airmailing me a lovely pair of earrings with polished amethysts in them. I wish he could be here with me, but it's not possible at this time.

So overall, I had a pretty good day. I intend to use some of the money I got from relatives to buy some DVDs, and the rest I'll probably keep in my Money Sock to fund my retirement. Assuming I actually get there before I'm dead. Ha.

IKEA Song

I love IKEA. I really do. It's probably one of the most entertaining places ever, and they have delicious meatballs. OM NOM NOM.

Anyway, I found this hilarious parody of the song "Fireflies" by Owl City (which I like as well) and thought I'd post it here for a laugh.

Ridiculous...

Every day that goes by I hate the extremist faction of the animal rights movement even more. Now they're threatening the American figure skating Olympian because of something incredibly stupid- the dude wore a bit of fox fur on his costume.

Seriously people? You're going to give a guy death threats because he wants to wear a bit of fuzzy stuff on his suit? Please. Way worse things happen on a daily basis. People are dying in Haiti. People are abusing their children. Other people are dying of exposure because they have nowhere to go. If you can get that butthurt over something stupid like a bit of fur, then put that energy into helping your fellow humans! I'm proud to say that organizations like PETA will never and have never gotten a penny of my hard-earned money. On the other hand, I donate to UNICEF every two months. People need to focus on helping other people before they get all upset about the "poor widdle animals."

Am I cold? Am I heartless? Maybe. But it's hard not to be cynical when people pull this kind of thing. Threatening another person over wearing fur is ridiculous.

And now I'm going to go kick a puppy, since if PETA ever sees this they're going to be all up in my grill. Might as well make sure the label actually fits, yeah? :P

Computer Closet Playlist

I listen to these songs when I'm at work. Although I have to say- my boss doesn't care if we listen to music (in fact, he encourages it to drown out other noise when we need to concentrate), but not all people appreciate it. I've had customers complain to me about it before, but I don't really care. Besides, if they're close enough to my workspace to hear the songs coming from my computer they really need to step back. Also, not all bosses encourage listening to music at work, so unless you're certain your boss won't care, don't do it.


Ring of Fire- Johnny Cash


Funhouse- Pink


All I Ever Wanted- Basshunter


My Heart Goes Nana- Millennium


Russian Lullaby- Toy-Box


Strut- Adam Lambert


Imma Be- Black Eyed Peas (this one might not be acceptable to listen to in all workplaces. I only play it after the shop is closed but I'm still working.)


Consti2tion- Alien Ant Farm


Holly Dolly Song- DJ Satomi/Pure Dust


Super Honeymoon- Owl City


Obviously I listen to a lot more music than just this, but lately these songs have been my favorites. I'll probably do this again with some other songs later in time.

Snowpocalypse, Round Two and Megavideo

Aaaaaand we're getting even more snow! I don't know whether to be happy or depressed. I'm happy because it means I don't have to do anything, but depressed because, well, I hate snow. It's also a bit of a problem because I'm running out of groceries, but the roads are still so bad that I'm afraid to go out. But with even more snow coming, I think it's time I go before I end up with nothing but crackers for dinner. I've been there- it's not somewhere I really want to be. So while it's not so bad being inside all the time, the snow is starting to piss me off. I just want to be able to go home and rest, you know?

But enough about the snow- one thing that has started to irritate me to no end is the Megavideo time limit. 72 minutes of video before it shuts down? Oh please, I can watch way more than 72 minutes in one sitting. And while it's not particularly difficult to get around, I'd prefer not to unplug the router after my videos buffer, or yank my network adapter out of the USB port. And I'm not about to pay just so I can watch stupid videos without being interrupted. Please. This is the Internet. No one pays for anything, and I don't really appreciate having to wait to watch some freakin' Looney Tunes.

Snowpocalypse Now !

Only a few days after I wrote an entire post complaining about snow, we ended up with three feet of the white fluffy stuff. Not that I'm complaining, at least not yet- it means I don't have to do anything, and there's no work tomorrow. All I have to do is lie around, surf the Internet, watch some television (lately I've really been digging Spongebob Squarepants and Ellen DeGeneres), catch up on some reading, and snack on whatever suits my fancy. One problem with that? I have nothing to snack on since I haven't left the house in three days. I already ate all the Doritos and I'm running out of siopao dumplings.

Even so, it's not so bad. I'm falling back into the routine I used to follow when I was a hikkikomori- keep weird hours, not get dressed until late afternoon, walk about in a fuzzy blanket, do what I want when I want. I used to live that way when I was home for the summers, and those were some of the best times of my life. It might seem depressing to some, but honestly, I loved it. I would live that way now if I didn't have to work.

Outside all the neighbors are working to dig themselves out. Ha. Let them dig like little gophers all they want- it's just going to refreeze tonight. By biding my time I'm saving myself a lot of work in the long run.

Here's hoping I'll survive the rest of the Snowpocalypse!

Zetsubou the Snow Grinch

It might seem like a strange thing to hate, but I hate the snow. Snow means cold, which means Zetsubou gets sick. Which is what happened to me. I had to work today, so that meant I was holed up with my tea just counting down the hours until I could go home, put on my Snuggie and just rest. The worst part? Supposedly we're supposed to get more snow tonight. Bah.

I guess my dislike of snow started when I was a child. Where I grew up, snow wasn't magical. It hit the ground and then became dirty and disgusting. You touched that stuff and you'd be more than likely to start glowing in the dark. I liked it well enough when it got me out of school, but I never had fond memories of frolicking in the snow like a lot of people do.

Now it's just a nuisance. Driving around here in the snow generally means you have a death wish, since people see a snowflake and freak out. "OMGSNOW! EVERYONE PANIC!" And people suck at driving when they panic...

Maybe if I could have seen the snow the way most people do when they're children I wouldn't feel like this as an adult, but somehow I kind of doubt it. At the end of the day, the snow means the cold. And the cold means I get sick.