Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Friday, January 28, 2005
Arrrghh, I Missed the Bag o’ Crap again
The only night in weeks where I haven’t checked Woot, it’s the infamous bag o’ crap night. That’s two craps in a row that I’ve missed, under the same mysterious circumstances. You don’t think they’re watching me, do you? “We have a GO, Flippy is otherwise occupied, send out the Wooty Crap.” If you think I’m nuts talking about a bag o’ crap, just go to Woot, you’ll understand. I may be nuts, but it has nothing to do with a bag o’ crap.
Normally, I’m not so much for the red meat. Some people love steak, I love sushi. But tonight, we (the girlie and I - must think of what to call her here) needed Double (yeah, DOUBLE) Bacon Cheeseburgers. And fries. It was...great. I won’t need another burger for months probably, but this cheapo burger from Del Taco was worth every penny tonight. Even Derek, the pesty cat, thought it was tasty enough for finger nibbling. In doing so, I discovered that he has one sharp tooth on the left side of his mouth. You might think that odd, me not knowing about his sharp tooth, but we’ve only had him for less than two weeks.
Today, I came out of the blog closet. Even though I’m in a state of flux here, I thought it was time I actually told people I was doing this. Since I’m not calling any of them “Idiot of the Day”, I felt sure it was safe. I often wonder how people feel safe enough to use their full real names. I have thousands of posts on probably a dozen message boards where most people know my real name, yet here, it feels too personal somehow. I suppose it’s psychologically like writing, “Dear Diary...” to millions (I have excellent readership fantasies) of people. Maybe it’s the difference between standing up and making a speech in class or just talking to the kid next to you. I always hated speeches. I still hold a grudge from my eleventh grade English class, when I had to do an oral poetry report on Ogden Nash. Ogden Nash, he rocked. But for the reports, students graded other students. The teacher graded us as well, but I think most of us looked to our peers to be more gentle. Well, I hate standing up in front of a group of people (I took Spanish in college, so I wouldn’t have to take Speech) and talking, so this took great effort on my part. I was nervous, but I had the whole deal memorized. The teacher gave me a B+ or something like that, but one evil bitch in my class gave me a C. She ripped my report apart. I digress. I don’t like public speaking, and there you have it. Oh, and whenever I think about Theresa G, I think bad thoughts.
Hi, my name is Flippy. I hold a grudge. Really, pretty much forever. It’s probably not a part of my charm, but what can you do? Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but I think it’s genetic and I get it from my mom. She’ll totally deny it, but it’s so true.
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I LOVE Woot - they’ve never had anything I’ve particularly just *had* to have, but I check it just to read the descriptions. Whoever writes their stuff is pretty damn funny (and sick).
on 01/29 at 03:11 AM
