Well, I've survived the meal, though it was close. As usual, my family seemed to totter on the brink fo Civil War. Instead of the usual single huge table, which caused problems because one side would always get all the gravy or butter or biscuits or turkey, we had two seperate tables which did not improve things in the least. We've unfortunately got plenty of leftovers for tomorrow, and I didn't drink enough wine to allow myself to forget yet. I'm presently avoiding LeeAnn Rimes, who is singing for the Dallas vs. Washington halftime show. I hate holidays when I have to do tasks, because instead of giving me a whole list so I can complete them all in one go, I get tasks with very useless amounts of free time in between. Ie:

1-Wake Up, have 10 mins of free time
2-Get conscripted to peel potatoes
3-Have 10 minutes of free time
4-Forced to clean up main kitchen counter
5-Have 5 minutes of free time
6-Asked to straiten up room (although no one is going to see it)
7-Have 15 minutes of free time
8-Set table for family
9-Repeat pattern as nessicary

Happy Turkey day to everyone! Well, on the downside, I've somehow managed to obtain an ulcer inside my cheek, which hurts like all-get-out to do anything with. I've also got a head and nose full of crud. But, those shouldn't slow me down too much, I hope. Fudge is a great way to start a day. I went and watched the second Harry Potter movie yesterday (No, I have not seen the first yet, nor read the series). It felt alot like a bad Scooby Doo episode, I knew absolute none of the characters involved and most of the clues made little or no sense to me. The spider scene had been hyped far more than it really was; the main one didn't even look very spidery though the massive horde was reminicient of Eight-Legged Freaks. The funniest line in the movie was "Why is it always spiders, why couldn't it be follow the butterflies?" The funniest line outside the movies was someone's response to the Delta commercial which ends "What are you waiting for?" To which they responded, "the movie to start," though there was 6 previews before the movie did so. The only good preview was, of course, for "The Two Towers." As a result of seeing Harry Potter, I propose that Celebrity Deathmatch have a fight between Dobby and Jar-Jar Binks, who will both be killed by the audience, and the winner will be declared the Worldwide Movie-Viewing Audience.

I had another of my stupid moments. I finally worked at the same store at the same time as our new employee at MBE. Her name's Emily Greene and she looks like a slightly reduced-size version of Sarah Crawford, though Emily seems a bit more goth (though less introverted than the stereotype would suggest). I can't quite figure her age, since she has Night School Tues and Thurs, yet was driven and recovered by her parents. The stupid thing was, she mentioned that she didn't have school on Wednesday and it took me a full hour to realize that that was not really all so suprising since I don't either.

Revelation of the day: Pinapple Orange as a drink actually does mix kinda well with Pepperoni Pizza Hot Pockets.

Alright, at Jiaz's behest I've decided to do a little talking about cars and drivers:

We'll start with Kyle cause he's got the most interesting vehicular quirk, bad shocks. Ok, so maybe that's not a true mechanic's evalutation, but that's okay, cause it gets the point across. The "feature" is much more noticable when stopped. Other than that, it does have a CD player (yay), though there is a lot of interior and exterior random damage, but none of that can be attributed to Kyle, who is a decent driver based on my experiences, though its really hard to feel at easy in a car that seems to always be bouncing.

Cindy: Who gets her own little header thing just cause she's special like that, has a car which she drives far faster than I'd like, but that might be because I'm used to trying to burn rubber in an '89 minivan which doesn't, shall we say, exactly stop on a dime. She's not exactly a safe driver, the distractable sort would be a good classification, but her vehicle is always clean and shiny, and also has a CD player (yay again).

Jia Jia's car isn't anything special in and of itself, but as usual its his personal touches that make the style. The sound system in his car is loud, greatly programmable, and has a little remote control (Anime smile [I'd do one, but he's got exclusive rights to them]). I didn't really bother to check out what other tweaking had occured, since I had work to get to so if he ever lets me inside his vehicle again I'll post about the rest of his equipment.

This brings us to Mike's car. Firstly its sporty, its Red its abso-fscking-lutely tiny. I mean, Mike is probally 145% of Cindy's size, and his car has probally 70% of the leg room. Don't get me started about the low head clearance. Sorry, this was going to be slightly longer, but Ian has decided to watch the Nickelodeon Barbie Rapunzel movie, I think I've just lost some 600 odd brain cells in an instant.

It's quite amazing how changing the language of a game can make it nearly impossible to comprehend. I was watching our one female Freshman in Symphonic Orchestra (Or whatever we've taken to calling it) who is, this ought not to come as a large suprise, asian (Christina Sung for those who are keeping count) and her coterie (one of the best words ever) were playing some game involving loud shouting and , which I was later informed by Elizabeth (What would we do without her) was just a simple rhythm and memory game. Apparently the food Tim brought was supposed to be opened before being eaten. I do concede that it was beans, but still... no, there really isn't a plea for me being stupid. The sickness is spreading. Which Mike has recovered, Helen and Elizabeth has both fallen ill and some others aren't doing quite so well either. Well, here's to the health of those of us who have it and a prayer that we might keep it. I learned that HTML colors are coded in RGB combined with HEX! Now Black=FFFFFF makes a ton more sense, now to beat the logic behind Hex out of Mike. Hmm, I can't do my standard Evil Grin maneuver because it'll get registered as bad HTML, time to figure out the escape function for brackets...

Sometimes I read through all my AIM logs and present messages and wonder if grammar and spelling and punctuation and capitalization are dying; that is seriously a scary thought...

Sorry about the sparse choppy posts, I promise I'll try and combine a great idea with free posting time someday soon.

Well, listening to all the damn debaters at the tournament on Saturday almost got me wanting to do it, but its so inferior to Academic Bowl. I mean, for Debate we went to West Georgia college, stayed in a crappy hotel, and shelled out $50. For Academic Bowl to go to Ezell-Harding Tennesse, it was $15, same number of people per room, continental breakfast, and the ride was much more fun. Sometimes you have to wonder why Debate thinks they have the advantage. And plus, I don't have to wear a tie for Academic Bowl.

Not having wheels is such a terrible thing. I hate not being able to drive again, it is absolutely terrible. Well, not much else I can say is there? Its just not cool having a dead car.

My D&D Journal (Slogan: Hell was I ever bored), is now up, well, the beginning at least. Find it by adding a D after the Sobiius in the web address at the top.

Well. I did my forensic league duty and helped out at the Cougar Classic CHS Debate Tournament. I got the "honor" of judging middle schoolers. I'd be lying if I said it was enjoyable, but I'm not going to bore anyone. Apparently Mr. Smiley was going Nazi on my colleages who decided that since the Middle School rounds (our one and only task) were finished we could leave. Well, Smiley went beserk at this sentiment and made us get permission from Mrs. Jolle (who was quite through with need of us). Well, I avoided the issue my way, I just walked out and didn't ask Smiley. If I get in trouble, so be it. Debate isn't a major concern of mine.

The Joys of Work

Irregardless of how it all boiled down, work on Saturday was Hell. I started by going to the Old Store (1556) and got redirected to the New Store (4342) to work on a, and I do quote, "Huge Copy Job." Here's where the fun starts. I leave the store and am at the edge of the shopping center to pull out on State Bridge. I look left and see 2 cars, both in the farthest lane (Actually, lets designate these Frogger-style. So the lanes are 1-4 and start with the closest one to me as 1 and work out from there). So I look left and see 2 cars, both in Lane 4. I look right and see two cars. One is off in the distances tons tons is a truck in Lane 2. A slight bit closer is a car in Lane 1 with her Left Turn Signal on (yes, I'm sure it was a her, you'll see why in a moment). Since the only car even remotely close to me plans to be turning in and away from me, I pull out. I'm slightly before Lane 3 (Ie: in the median between Lanes 2 and 3, but also in LAne 2). I'm looking right to make sure that I don't pull out into on of the cars from Lane 4 since they might possibly have merged over. I look back to my left and see the Lady in her car, not only not turning, but in Lane 2 AND trying to pull around me on her left (aka: my front). That's right reader, not only did she not turn, but she also, in response to my pulling out, moved into the same lane I moved into rather than slowing down (since by the time she got near me, I had already moved through Lane 1 leaving it clear for this maniac), and worse still, she had decided to pull around me in the direction I was moving (last time I checked that would be the stupidest thing possible, but oh well, people are idiots. So I figure that had I kept going she easily would have hit me dead on in the Driver's Side door, going at least 60 (since to get to me that fast she could not have been going the speed limit), so I figured during my time of tedium at Work (we'll get there in a moment) that that was hopefully as close to death as I was going to get for awhile.

Now, of course the fun does end there. I drive down State Bridge, and get stuck in traffic (extraordinarily slow traffic, with some maniac trying to pass cause they are in a hurry, when they realize that there is not going to be any second lane in a few more yards they hastily merge in, and in doing so, cut me off. I almost get to the Intersection of State with Kimball/Abbotts, but I'm like 4 cars back, which is 2 cars before the last turn in to the shopping center before the intersection. So as I'm sitting there, this car just stops, and the driver, a girl of roughly 19-20 years, just glares at me. It wasn't a glance or a stare, it was a searching and angry look. Now I still cannot figure out what she was hoping to achieve, because she had enough room to drive, and beond that I can't think of anything she could be angry about, since I'm fairly certain that she was younger than the femine idiot in our first traffic catastrophe, though it would be keeping in her IQ to turn around just to give an angry glace (if I get called to court then oh well, cause I was not at fault). So I finially arrive at work, somewhat shaken, but ready to do some copies (which is mostly a waiting game). Well, the copies had already been done, so all that was left to do was take the resulting 2744 sets of copies (each were 2 pages, triple-folded, and stapled), place them each inside their own envelopes (though all the copies were kinda stuck together), then to place an Adobe label on each of the envelopes (though about 1/70 lacked a zip code so we had to check for those). Fortunately I didn't have to do the full 2744 alone. My manager and (eventually) his fiancee were there to help, and poor Ting had done a significat amount of envelopping yesterday while she was at work. So, after a freaking six hours we finially finished the madness, and I went back to 1556 to finish out my last hour of work, sometimes I wish I had more room on my Work during the school year section to talk about this type of dedication.