Yes! No more March Madness commercials!

I'm just quickly going over a few things. Don't read it expecting anything interesting, because I know I probably won't read this entry ever again.

I got to enjoy my birthday stuck in a lab, apparently toying with whatever bacterial species smelled like wet, moldy carpet. I received a new CD player and a pair of basic headphones, since I don't like those ear plug headphones that go inside the ear where all the wax is. All I would need is someone to borrow my player, stick those into their ears, and then hand them back to me. That's almost as bad as using another person's comb or toothbrush. Also, those ear plugs make it easier for a person to go deaf from listening at higher volumes. It's scary to walk by some guy with an iPod that is playing it so loudly that I can hear the music coming out of his ear plugs from down the hall. Whatever. Screw him! Soon, he can enjoy listening to an endless ringing in his ears that drowns out all other sound.

It wasn't until the 19th when mom and I visited my brother that I got to enjoy carrot cake and pizza. Ian gave me a VCR that won't work in my room, but is perfect for the living room. I bid farewell to the old VCR by throwing it into the trash and dumping a mixture of cigarette ashes, old food, and warm soda all over it. I have the same funeral ritual all planned out for dad. I also got myself $25 for iTunes and a card that basically portrayed a dumb ass with the big rolling dumby eyes and wearing the pointed birthday hat. "You didn't want a smart ass card..." It's cute, it's stupid, it's about as funny as all the crap I come up with for this blog, and all of that adds up to it being the perfect card from mom.

Along with those games dad got from Ebay, and Ian showing me a bunch of episodes of Dragon Ball Z that I never got to watch because my former cable and satellite companies said I wasn't able to receive Cartoon Network, it turned out to be a really great birthday for me. As for DBZ, hopefully I will watch more of them later. When UPN showed DBZ, they stopped in the middle of the Frieza Saga and then showed the Tree of Might movie. After that, CN took the cartoon and aired the new episodes instead. I still haven't finished the Frieza Saga, and for good reason. How many f-ing episodes could they squeeze out using pointless babble to fill in the otherwise five-minute battles with each half hour? The entire storyline of this cartoon is poor at best, so why should anyone be subjugated to such agony? What I mean is that every saga is essentially the same thing. From what I've seen, thanks to episode-jumping, Krillin never stops sucking, that idiot clown boy always dies, and Goku somehow manages to always become incapacitated for several episodes until every other good guy is nearly dead from having to stall for time for Goku's arrival. Now that CN took Onepiece from Fox's Saturday cartoons, it's the same thing happening all over again!



I originally began to type this thing out on St. Patrick's Day, but got swept up with all sorts of other crap. I also had this whole thing in my head to type about, but by the time I got around to bringing all these little ideas together, it was just one decent insult at the Irish, followed by this ugly mess of jokes becoming worse with each new sentence. As for the day itself, I don't do things like drink on St. Patrick's Day, because I already have a drinking problem with everything else. What I mean is that it is rare to see me without this big cup of water, tea, juice, soda, or milk. Usually, I'll have a can of soda and a mug of water with me, but right now, it's only the water, since I need to get more soda.

Also, it's now been over a year of blogging for me, and if there is one thing I've learned over this time, it's that talking about myself should be at a minimum and turning my views into poor attempts at humor are slightly more enjoyable to read. The next time one of you wants to type up a public blog about your actual life, remember to ask yourself, "Will anyone actually want to read this?" If you're honest to yourself, then you won't waste your time typing it up, and I won't waste mine reading it. As for my own blog, it warns you with referring to itself as a form of punishment. Heed the warning! HEED IT!

Finally, Ian sent this picture of his dog Mojo to me. Mojo was, in fact, named after the Marvel super villian, if that's what you're wondering.



Why do people breed these hideous things?!