I am surrounded by small, furry, french-fry-stealing thieves!

It was one year ago today that Dale and I signed the papers and bought our first house. It’s been an interesting year; adapting to all the new freedoms and responsibilities. Dealing with the builders over unfinished items. Dealing with the builders over warranty issues. Going from furnishing a two bedroom apartment to furnishing a four bedroom house.

Man, we had to buy a lawnmower. And garden hoses. And sprinklers!

We have to remember to put the trash out on the right day. No longer can we just haul our garbage across the parking lot to the dumpster.

But now I can vacuum in the middle of the night if I want to. No one comes into our house unless we let them. Our house payments don’t go up each year at the whim of management.

Overall, we’re pretty damn happy with our house.

(We hate the builders though. That’s another story.)

Bid now, and you can own Xena’s underpants!

From an eBay auction:

The bodice, properly laced, will push up your bust to the point where it tries to escape.

5th row, 3rd from left. Bald is beautiful, baby!

So, I was chatting with Regan (of Maryland Renaissance Festival Withdrawal Syndrome fame). We talking about costuming and the upcoming Texas Renaissance Festival when she dropped this gem:

No men are worth dieting for, but really good costumes are.

Oh, so true. So very very true.

I’d like to make my site a little more interactive. I’m thinking of either adding a comments system to my blog or adding a message board. Please email me and let me know what you think and what you’d prefer.

Thanks!

1. OK, I found out where I can get older browsers versions on the Netscape site. But version 4.77 isn’t listed.
2. So, I picked version 4.78. There are two versions of this version- base and complete. But it doesn’t explain the difference in versions.
3. I picked base, since all I want is the browser. I ftp’d down the file, shut down all my other programs, and tried to install it. The file was corrupt.
4. After two more tries, the file successfully executed. And started up Netscape SmartDownload.
5. When I began the actual installation, I discovered that this was the full Netscape suite, so I was getting Composer and Messenger anyway.
6. I chose to do a custom install. I unchecked everything but Composer 4.78 and Shockwave support. I unchecked all the file associations. As the install ran, the upper left corner said “Typical Install.”
7. It dumped a total of seven icons on me: four on my desktop and three in my taskbar shortcuts.

At least the AIM version it automatically installed wasn’t the latest version of that pile of crap.

1. I installed Eudora, ’cause Netscape Communicator sucks. (And I refuse to use Outlook.)
2. I imported all my mail from Netscape Communicator.
3. I could no longer launch Netscape Communicator.
4. I could no longer launch Netscape Navigator 4.77.
5. I removed the Netscape Suite (through the control panel) so I could do a clean reinstall. It left a ton of folders and files behind.
6. But it took AOL Instant Messenger with it.
7. Now I can’t find install files for just Netscape Navigator 4.77. (I don’t want NS6; it runs too frickin’ slowly on my system.)
8. And I think I’m gonna be forced to install the latest version of AIM, instead of what I had. (A friend who works for AOL won’t even upgrade to this latest version.)
9. I don’t want some lame “AIM Today Window.”
10. I feel like Netscape Communicator got pissy that I replaced it, so it packed up all its toys and went home.

The bitch.

I took the Burly Adventurer’s Am I Gay? quiz (link swiped from MetaFilter). According to them, I am bisexual.

…and we are 33.29% confident with our answer. You look to cheat nature by lighting the candle at both ends. You like it coming and going. You swing both ways. And lots of other euphamisms, too.

Well, I don’t know if I can dispute that. I’m definitely attracted to women, having had several intense girl crushes before.

But despite all my curiousity, I’ve never so much as been kissed by another woman (in a non-familial way). And, since I’m married now, any bi-longings will likely go unfulfilled.

So, am I bi-curious or a thwarted lesbian?

My Ninja Name is Asuka Nishimura-san.

An excerpt:

Get used to that old master guy hanging around the apartment. He’s there to stay. You’ll realize soon enough that your ninja boyfriend must pass all decisions by his master. The Master is just like a judgmental mother-in-law, only he’s an old man who keeps calling your boyfriend “Grasshopper,” and you “Bitchy-san.”

Read the rest here.

Welcome to World Wide Monkey: Bringing Monkey to the Masses!

Pamela: oh. my. god. Monkeyphonecall.com

Aaron: seen it before, cool no?

Pamela: oh. my. god.

Aaron: heheh

Aaron: pretty fucking cool if you ask me

Aaron: because of you all my friends at work think i am a monkey freak, so i get sent all the monkey stuff in the world

Pamela: pay $10 to have someone imitate a screeching monkey over the phone?

Pamela: gimme $5 and i’ll do that for you

Aaron: yeah, nifty huh

“monkey ninjas are the best”

“ninjas are almost as cool as monkeys”

Welcome to Ninja Burger. Would you like seppuku with that?

(Thanks to Aaron for the link!)

It’s the Asian Aptitude Test. Just by looking at photos, can you tell whether a person is Chinese, Japanese, or Korean?

I scored 6 out of 12, which put me 1 point above average.

Statue Molesters. Warning: content may be offensive to the inanimate.

(My favorite is the one of Dave Freidken and the… uh… you’ll see.)

My pirate name is Mad Grace Bonney.

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate’s life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!

(Link swiped from Swallowing Tacks.)