Today was hot. And I don't mean lots of naked chicks were running around my house. I mean warm. Wow, it really was a beautiful day. And I hate it. No. But. Ah. It's just too hot. It was scorching. Full blown summer. And no ice. I guess I better get used to it. Summer's here. I miss winter already.
dreaming of a white xmas
But I can't deny it was beautiful. Summer's beautiful. Not my kind of scene. But beautiful.
but hurts my eyes
Allow me to just mention that diaryland is still not working properly for me. I shall keep mentioning this till it's fixed, as I promised. I'm starting to think that it won't be fixed. I'll probably have to wait till July when I get dsl. Then it'll work. What's a month or two anyway?
sigh. work please
Oh and I've seen that today is international diaryland promotion day. So if you're reading this and you don't have a diary then sign up! Get a diary. Have fun. Be cool like ... well, like the cool people that have diaries. Check my links. Get a diary! And then tell Andrew to fix all and any diaryland problems. Especially ones causing some danish people to have problems. Ehm, anyway. Sign up. Do it now. NOW!
now now now!
So anyway. I went out in the sunshine this morning. And I didn't turn to dust. So I guess that's all my Plume=vampire theories out the window. Darn. My new theory is that I'm either a Werewolf or a Wereturtle. I can't decide.
full moon and the freaks come out
But as I was saying. I went to the bank. Got my money for nothing. Bought some sweet soda in the shop. And then I went to the video shop. I haven't been there for a year. I used to go there and rent 5 videos at a time. Then go home and copy a couple so I could watch them later and the rest I'd watch the same day. Ah yes. I haven't done that since I got internet. A year ago. So lots of videos to catch up on. But. Oh, dark clouds gathered above the video shop as I got there. Well, metaphorically speaking. The sun was still harassing me. But enough with the metaphors, Donald. The video shop was no more. Instead there was... Blockbuster. Argh. Everywhere you go, a blockbuster waiting to kill individuality. That quaint little video shop that I've been renting videos at all my life was gone. Replaced. Taken over. Substituted. By this American chainstore thing. Now I don't have anything against Blockbuster. But damn those were some ugly colours, didn't exactly make that old neighbourhood look better. But what do I care, I don't live there. If I can still rent my videos like always then I don't care that much wether it's Blockbuster or some other brand name running the shop. But of course I don't have any Blockbuster membership. I have a member's card for that quaint old video shop that I've rented videos from the last 20 years. But no Blockbuster card. And of course they need picture ID to make me a member. And of course I didn't have any. So that was my video renting plans out the window. I could've gone home and gotten some ID and gone back to town and rented the videos but that's too much work for a lazy hobo like me. So instead I went back to the shop at the bank and bought American Pie. It was on sale. Very cheap, nice bargain. And that way I didn't have to go home video-free.
cheap entertainment is what I live for
So that was quite an adventure. Braving the deadly rays of the sun, fighting the evil american corporation that wants to take over everything. Buying a stupid comedy with lots of sexy ladies. Mmmmm. Yeah yeah. Not the best movie ever. But I enjoyed it. I'm all for gross disgusting perverse humour. And suddenly I feel the need to get a webcam. And some pie.
To eat. Sicko
Speaking of perverse. You'd be surprised how many people want to see Jodie Sweetin naked. Almost as many as the ones that look for naked pics of the olsen twins. And yet almost no one wants to see Candace Cameron nude. I guess now we know who was the real hotties in Full House. And I hope you'll join me in a big eeeew. Eeeeew. Personally I had a thing for Lori Loughlin though. Damn that Jesse. Lucky b*st*rd. I think I've watched every episode of Full House at least 5 times. Hey, I was a kid I didn't know better. It was the first real sitcom I watched. And it was one of those local tv station things were they send all the episodes and then they start all over and send them again. And when that's done they start over again. And again. And again. And I loved it. Yes I did. I'm not ashamed to admit it.
plenty of other stuff to be ashamed of
Well maybe a little ashamed.
blushing even
Bob Saget, eh?! Yeah!
woof woof
Speaking of comedians with funny shaped heads. Remember how I signed Robert Llewellyn's guestbook? Sure you do. I mentioned it. Pay attention. Well, when I signed his guestbook I pointed out that the page had his name spelled two different ways. Llewellyn and Llewelyn. So I got a referral from the guestbook and went there to check up on things. And they'd fixed it. The point of all this? I'm expecting to be hired as a website designer by Robert Llewellyn. Without me his site would be a mess! It's only fair that I get paid. Actually I just like saying Llewellyn. It's great. And I like namedropping all the celebrities I hang out with. Just to point out that you're not invited! Okay, strictly speaking I'm not invited either. But I'm one hell of a gate crasher! Look out for me in the tabloids. I'm the pale guy in the turtle shell.
looking down lori loughlin's cleavage
Hahaha. Laugh dammit.
please?
I'm working on my mp3 diary while writing this. I want to put a sad face on every song that's been deleted. But it's taking forever. Literally hours. It's soo slooow. Sigh. Good thing I have other things to do while waiting for everything to load. Like welcoming back Starla June. I bet Toronto is crying now. Suckas!
blame canada. No, plame Iraq. Or Sweden.
Yeah, I think that's all we have time for. Take two old entries and call me in the morning. Pay my secretary on your way out please.
no canadian currency
G'night, popsters
pop goes the weasel
np: radiohead - pop is dead