I Try to Be My Best

In case you didn't notice, it seems that a disproportionate number of my posts are about my favorite shows. Oh well, here's another one. I just finished watching Dollhouse, which was fantastic by the way! It was interesting, exciting and depressing as fuck all at the same time, which seems to be what I look for in a show (and what I look for in general, I think.) Anyway, for those who don't know, the idea is this; people sign a contract for five years then they have their memories wiped and have new personalities imprinted for various tasks they have to perform for the Dollhouse's clients. Pretty much everyone in the show seemed very upset by the whole concept; they called it slavery, human trafficing, prostitution, etc. I would just like to say that I don't think it would be so bad. I would totally do it, and they wouldn't even have to pay me the ridiculous amount of money that they paid most of the "actives" at the end of their contracts. I would just be like "Make sure all of my personalities are vegans, and real vegans too not half-assed vegans who still eat fish or anything like that. And let me keep a few of the more badass skills you imprint me with."

Also, who knew Alan Tudyk could be so creepy? 

Hero

For the most part, I completely hate TV and refuse to watch it, though I do make exceptions for Supernatural and Doctor Who. So for the past several months, my dad and I have been watching various shows that we bought on DVD (we're currently on Buffy). However, he's out of town for a couple of days and I promised not to watch it without him. So tonight I resigned myself to finding something to watch on TV. During the very limited amount of time that I have watched TV over the last couple months, I managed to catch a couple of previews for this new reality/competition show called "The Hero". I thought at the time that it actually looked like it might be pretty cool. It appears that they basically have people do things that the heroes in action movies generally do. The first time I saw the preview I thought "I need to get on this show!" So when I came across it tonight while I was channel surfing I decided to see what it was all about. Shockingly, it turned out to be mostly just more reality TV bullshit! The stunts they had the people do were actually pretty cool, but there is an inordinate amount of unnecessary, highly annoying and obviously manufactured drama. One woman cried the entire time for absolutely no reason and was so terrified of heights that she sobbed so hard she nearly collapsed when she had to go up to the roof of their building. Did no one tell her what the show was about? Another guy threw a fucking hissy fit when he wasn't picked to do one of the stunts. I guess my point is, no matter how cool they may seem on the surface, all reality shows are shit.

Reality my ass! 

Great Love Stories

During our ill-fated road trip, I read "The Fault in Our Stars" by John Green. I am a big fan of John Green and this book definitely lives up to his other books. It was an excellent story and I highly recommend it. I am going to try to avoid any spoilers (to be said in a River Song voice), but basically it's a love story between two teenage cancer patients, so you can probably guess the gist of it. Anyway, it really made me think about the nature of great love stories. Did you ever notice that the best love stories always end with one or both of the lovers dying? I used to think that the reason for that was just that it was more emotionally intense that way, but I am beginning to believe that maybe the real reason is that killing one of the people is the only way to make their love last forever. In this book, there is a scene in which one of the characters refers to the other as "the great love of my life". It's a very beautiful and heartbreaking scene but, the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if that was only the case because neither of them were likely to live long enough to have another love. I mean the one great love story that everyone always thinks of is Romeo and Juliet right? Well if you've actually read it you know that they barely knew each other and, at the beginning of the play, Romeo was half suicidal about some other girl who he was in love with but didn't love him back. Then, all of a sudden, he sees Juliet and decides that he is in love with her instead. My point is, if they hadn't killed themselves, they probably would have broken up in a week anyway, as tends to be the case with teenage romances (and most other romances for that matter). However, since they died they get to be the ultimate example of true love everlasting. I don't know, maybe I'm just a big cynical bitch.

Creativity + Lack of Recycling Options = ?

A while back the recycling center in Marion county (the barren backwoods county I happen to live in) stopped accepting glass. This was annoying, but we continued recycling it by waiting until we had to go shopping in Morgantown and then just took it there. Well now it turns out that Monongalia county ( the county which contains Morgantown) is not going to be taking it anymore either. I am very bothered by this because I create a shit ton of glass waste, due to the fact that it seems like everything I eat comes in a glass jar. I really don't want to just throw them all away, so I have been trying to think of alternatives. My goal is to come up with some sort of art project, or something, I can do involving glass jars. I have several ideas that I think sound sort of interesting. Unfortunately, for the most part, other people don't tend to like the same things I like and I just simply don't have the need or the space for hundreds of glass jars, no matter how artistic they may be. So it would be really nice if I could come up with something that I could sell, or at least give away. I think this is one of the better ideas

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Wake Up Call

I simply cannot seem to make myself get up when my clock goes off unless I know there is something absolutely crucial that I have to do. I keep thinking I am going to get so many things done now that I have such an abundance of free time. Yet I accomplish nothing because I can't make myself get up as early as I used to. It's not like I sleep all day or anything. I think the latest I've slept since I got out of school was 9:30. It's just that I can only seem to get motivated in the mornings and by the time I feed the cats and dogs, eat breakfast, exercise for an hour and a half, feed the pigs, and shower, the morning is over. I need an alarm clock that will shout all the things I need to get done that day at me, instead of just beeping or playing music or whatever. I have all of these projects in my head that I keep thinking I am going to start. When I go to bed at night I'm always all motivated to start working on one of them the next morning. Then my clock goes off and I think "Eh, it wasn't that important." then I wake up several hours later and think "Son of a bitch! Now I don't have time to do anything!" Would anyone like to volunteer to call me around 5:00 every morning and remind me that I have shit to do? I didn't really think so........

From Now on It's All Batman Parking for Me

The Subrusaurus (my car) has apparently decided that she doesn't like to go in reverse anymore. From time to time she will make an exception but, for the most part, I have had to find ways to get around without being able to back up for the past several days. When I go to the pig barn I have to make a large circle in the grass, when I go to my mom's house I have to part in the Rite Aid parking lot across the street, and when I get back to my dad's house I have to perform a very complicated maneuver which involves pulling down into the driveway then whipping the car back up toward the road and putting it in neutral in order to drift backward into my parking spot. I have completed it successfully a grand total of one time. It is obviously not going to be long before I am forced to buy another car. So here is my dilemma, I have to get a job in order to have money to buy a car, but if I get a job and then my cars dies I will have no way to get there.....hmm. Obviously I know I am going to have to get a job anyway, but making it there without a car will be a giant pain in the ass. Plus I imagine it's illegal as fuck to drive a car that is incapable, or unwilling, to go in reverse.

Maybe I'll paint her like this. Do you think that would make me more or less likely to get a ticket? 

Turtle Rescue

I always feel a little better about myself, and life in general, if I actually get a chance to make a difference in someone's life. Of course "someone" usually means wild animals and "make a difference" usually means get them away form the road before they get hit, and they never seem especially grateful for my rescue efforts, but still it's nice to feel useful. A couple of days ago, I saved a turtle from the road. I was in one lane and the turtle was in the other. I didn't even know what he was until I got right up on him. When I realized he was alive, I stopped in the middle of the road. A car was coming the opposite direction and heading right toward him, so I put my arm out the window and waved it around like a lunatic until the guy stopped and looked at me like I was well... a lunatic. I told him about the turtle and then left my car in the middle of the lane and got out to retrieve him. The guy waits until I pick up the turtle and then yells "You gotta be careful picking those things up!" I managed to restrain myself form saying"You don't say?" in an overly sarcastic voice. Anyway, it wasn't a snapping turtle so I wasn't particularly concerned and I mostly just wanted to hurry up and get him back to the creek so I could get my car out of the road before someone slammed into it. By the time I got him back into the creek; the guy I spoke to had left, another guy in a truck who was coming from the other direction had practically peeled out going around my car (obviously trying to make some kind of point), and the turtle (who was more flexible than I realized) had stretched his back foot up and scratched a chunk of skin out of my finger. So basically I made a huge ass of myself, pissed off some redneck, and probably contracted necrotizing fasciitis, but oh well at least I got to feel useful and hopefully the turtle stayed away form the road after that.

He was one of these guys. Pretty cool aren't they?