Bug had a dental appointment yesterday, and came home with two teeth out...all excited; tooth fairy, right? That's all well and good, fine, but I discover that his grandmother has already told him to expect $2 a tooth!!! Are you shittting me?!? Well, whatever, she paid the four bucks...so we put the teeth under his pillow, and off to bed (I had a moral challenge when he actually asked me if the ToothFairy was real...I so wanted to come clean, but he's 6...I lied. "Yup, sure is."). We go in before we go to bed to swap out the teeth for cash, and can't find them...little fucker couldn't leave them alone, so they were lost in his bed...finally did make the switch, without too much hassle.
This morning, when dropping him off at his (fucking-annoying-I-want-her-head-on-a-plaque) grandmother's house, she tells him that 'she heard a noise in the playroom, go check it out', and there's money there, too. When Bug wonders if he has some money at his Daddy's, too, she tells him "Well, you have 3 households, maybe so." No, bitch, he has TWO households, and he doesn't need to be getting cash at all of them...especially not at those prices. Christ...
And as we wind on down the road,
Our shadows taller than our soul,
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold,
And if you listen very hard,
The tune will come to you at last,
Where all are one and one is all,
To be a rock and not to roll.
But they all seem to say something...Philosophy by Pink Floyd:
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice.
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights, leave the lights on, drop bombs?
Do tours of the East, contract disease?
Bury bones, break up homes, send flowers by phone?
Take to drink, go to shrinks, give up meat, rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets, train dogs, raise rats, fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure, store up leisure, but never relax at all?
Sometimes, regardless of what you may be doing, you just have to stop, turn the volume knob as far to the right as it will go, bang your head, and air guitar for all you're worth.
Long Live Rock.
My apologies to anyone who was trying to get to my MP3 locker, since they have now closed it due to "violations of House Rules". Apprently, even though the service is set up so that you can have a place to keep MP3's and share them, they didn't count on my actually doing it.
Interestingly enough, in digging through these 'house rules' to try and determine what I actually violated, the only one I can find that seems applicable is that a user isn't supposed to share their password. Well, I'd like to know just how they expect anyone to be able to share what is in their locker if no one else can get into it to share the files therein.
Fuckers. I'd advise you to pass the message on to boycott them, but they are going out of business, so what's the point? Regardless, I still have a huge collection here on my harddrive, and one of these days soon, I'll post a list and offer my services for mix discs or something.
Now, to attempt to go find and replace some of the ones that I didn't have backed up locally...*grumblegrumble*
Threw together this icon of Jet from Cowboy Bebop, because I've gotten hooked on the series, and I like him. No other real reason.