Thursday, April 28, 2005

It's a new day, it's a new world...

Wren and I wrote a song today-it's titled Doobie Smokin' Super Mullet.
I'll give you a preview, but just a taste, leave you wanting more-

Dobbie Smokin' Super Mullet
Drivin' 'round in his Vaa aannn
Solving crime and combing 'stache
Doobie Smokin' Super Mullet

Getting his cock sucked by juicy Coog
Always matching sweat sock to cut offs
By they causal, dress or lounge
Doobie Smokin' Super Mullet

Wearing track pants to the bar
Elastic or tie waist-they're all easy access:
For excellent dry humpin' by the pool table
Doobie Smokin' Super Mullet

Loading the van with empties of fiddies
You know he's looking fine

For Halloween he's Osama or Creatien,
For Christmas he's beaten his best pal up.
You know for Easter he's in a coma
Doobie Smokin' Super Mullet

He likes his Spike TV and Frozen dinners
Scratching his balls and sniffin' choutah
Liking the ladies to rim with a bit of spice
Doobie Super Smokin' Mullet

Always meaning well, killing the kids hamster anyway
Leaving a path of roaches and dirty wear
Doobie Smokin' Super Mullet
Engineering bongs from nothing
Just like his hero Mister McGuyver
Hot knifing in the kitchen, while
his lady is cookin KD with chopped up wieners
for the kids
Who may or may not belong to Doobie Smokin' Super Mullet.

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Monday, April 25, 2005


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Friday, April 22, 2005

Sleepers in free-fall position are sociable and bold, and they don't like criticism.

People who sleep in the sea star position are good listeners who make friends easily.

The above is a combination of how I sleep. The free fall is face down. Sometimes I can’t breath, so that’s when I go into Sea Star. Or when bed hog Nerd gets out of bed, I stretch into a Sea Star, from my precarious position tittering on the edge (literally, not figuratively…well figuratively as well).

I should be doing stuff, but I’m not. That is my story. I think I would like to try blue cheese on my steak.

Also, I really need to stop tooting at work, I’m killing myself in my doughnut cubicle.

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I think I'm observant, very observant. Other than that this is kind of accurate...

ENFP - The Champion
Your Type is 60% Extroverted, 0% Observant, 37% Logical and 43% Structured
Your type is known as the Champion type, which is part of the larger group called idealists. Nothing occurs that does not have some deep and ethical significance in your eyes. You see life as an exciting drama. You are very charismatic, yet tend to be too harsh on yourself for not being as genuine as you think you should be. 3% of the population shares your type.
As a romantic partner, you need to talk about what is going on in your life. You are a strong supporter for your partner's efforts to grow and change and be happy. You need to feel that same support from your partner. Expressive, optimistic, and curious, you are eager to enjoy new experiences with your partner, whom you wish to be your confidant and soul mate, as well as play mate. You are uncomfortable sharing negative emotion, though, and tend to withdraw from confrontation and process your feelings privately. You feel most loved when your partner appreciates your creativity, accepts your uniqueness, and sees you as the compassionate person you are. You need to hear your partner tell you how much you mean to them and would love if they did thoughtful spontaneous things to demonstrate it.
Your group summary: idealists (NF)
Your type summary: ENFP
vincex's shorter version of this test.
My longer version of this same test. The real deal.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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You scored higher than 56% on outgoing

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You scored higher than 0% on observant

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You scored higher than 38% on logical

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You scored higher than 65% on structured
Link: The Quick and Dirty Personality Test written by unpretentious2 on Ok Cupid

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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Please, don't smoke!

Eep! One Lung passed away last week in her apartment, below us…

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Monday, April 18, 2005

So had a nice weekend, lovely really. And a bit bitter sweet.
My parents have moved for the first time in 35 years!!!! It was crazy seeing the house empty, and all the work they put into it, going to some stranger…
Plus my parents were sad too, excited, but sad nonetheless.
Still fighting off a cold.
The weather was really nice.
Nerd and I had fun being extra dramatic. Like the time he pretended to cry when I pretended to kick his bottom but really kicked his tendons behind his patella and he had snot and tears running down his face, he should be an actor. Or the time he pretended to cry when I small pinched him, and he fell down the stairs and snapped his wrist. Yeah, that was funning….
We also went to a bar-b-que, and that was lots of fun. Most of his friends have known each other for over 15 years and have lots of stories to tell and have rememberies about. I don’t know what they are talking about most of the time, but they are nice to hear, and get more background on Nerd and his friends, and find out what makes them tick.
This weekend I thought it might be a good idea to add my two cents to their stories. It generally involved swearing, laughing like a maniac, saying “so’s your face” and Nerd pretending to cry with embarrassment.
However, I know have a bit of a better understanding why one pal, who got a shiny new bike by the way which he showed off at the bar-b-que by going over some sweet jumps, has called me eccentric. It might have something to do with me calling tampons feminine inserts though.
On Sunday we went out for breakfast and ran into Nerd’s nephew on a lovely ladies bike, received a lovely house warming gift from his mom, went for breakfast, and then saw my parents in the Tburg, and then went home for a nap and dinner.
I didn’t know this, but in Tburg, I was walking around with my pants undone and nobody told me! Not just the zipper, but the button as well! Holy cow! Oh, and Nerd gave me a bunch of Haymakers and made my sunglasses crooked, so I deserve a new pair. From him.
When I arrived home late last night, it took forever to go to sleep, and I didn’t know Peach was home until I heard her coughing in her sleep and that was just scary. She should really quit smoking, she’s beginning to sound like One Lung who lives below us!

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I can't get the pig I drew posted, but the below is what my drawering of the pig says about me.

Toward the middle, you are a realist. (that's true)

Facing left, you believe in tradition, are friendly, and remember dates ie: birthdays, etc. (I sort of remember them, I know the month. If someone forgets mine though, I'll fucking kill them)

With few details, you are emotional and naive, they care little for details and are a risk-taker. (that's not true, I just don't have fine motor skills to draw more details)

With 4 legs showing, they are secure, stubborn, and stick to their ideals. (so's your face)

The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are.
The bigger the better. You drew large ears, you are a great listener! (ironically I'm going deaf!)

The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life.
And again more is better! You drew large tail, WOW! (ahem)

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New Favourite saying

I have a couple of new favorite expressions. Neither makes much sense, but you know, I’m just keeping it real. It ain’t no big thing G.

“I’m going to fucking kill you”
“So’s your face”

They just are funny, I think BECAUSE they don’t make sense. They can be right of out context, and I really believe that is the joy of them. You know, something like

“Could you please pass the jam?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“I think I’m going to go mail this letter”
“So’s your face”

See? Hysterical.

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Thursday, April 14, 2005

No air for the wicked.

At work we’re having trouble again with the heating/cooling system. I found out the reason my section was so cold this winter, so much colder than the rest of the office, our heating/cooling vents don’t work on our half of the building. THEY DON’T WORK. NOTHING COMES OUT OF THEM. NO AIR FLOW. JUST McTAGGERT STANK STUCK IN THE AIR AND UP MY NOSE.
So not only did we freeze this winter, we began to heat up this past week because the cooling system doesn’t work ether. Or corner of the factory was up to 84. I think that’s a violation of some sort. Although I will not complain, I saw the working conditions in India on the Amazing Race on Tuesday and we have it good. Real good!
The lack of air flow, heat and cooling will explain why McTaggert’s overwhelming sent never goes away or gets less pungent as the day goes on. It gets stuck in our corner, and has no where to go except up my nose.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

I tried looking up Luba on, just to see where she was now. Well, apparently after 1989 (probably more likely after 1984) she hasn’t been heard from.
I also looked up Feist, and who popped up instead? El Fiestas. So thus concludes my search today on the Internet.

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Yesterday was a bit of a weird day. I, myself, wasn’t feeling weird, actually I was feeling mildly blah, but the events that unfolded in a series of a five minute span was a bit odd.

I was driving away from my parents place, and ahead of me was someone on a bike, on the sidewalk, wearing a cape. A cape. A plaid cape.
I slowed down a bit, and lowered my window and turned down my loud music, and heard: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Then I pulled into a plaza to mail some letters, and I heard someone talking about their father who was a survivor of a concentration camp.
It was just such a bizarre juxt of position. Someone, who was at least in their mid-20’s wearing a plaid cape, going downhill on a bike yelling WEEEEEEEEEE, and then a few moments later being startled back into such a stark, horrifying reality of concentration camps and war, and how really, it still goes on today. Different countries, same atrocities.

I don’t know, a little weird I think.

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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Chisel and pee pee

I'm bloody sick again!
Last night I woke up repeatedly with my nostrils crusted over with snot and I had to chisel it away so I could sort of breath again. I couldn't reach my kleenex, so I sort of snorted through night, but not easily. I just did not want to move, mainly because I had to pee really badly, and I feared if I made any movement I would pee the bed.
Why didn't I get up?
I was too tired to!
Why was I too tired to?
I couldn't sleep! (Sheesh, you should listen)
I drank some sleepy time tea to calm me down, but I can't do that anymore, I have to pee too much through out the night! On top of the sleepy time tea, I had nyquil. The moment both of them hit, I was all wonky and spacey, and barely made it to bed safely (there's a bit of a stair case to get to my room)
I wish I could've slept all night, it sure felt like I was, but I had to wake up to chisel and pee way too much!

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Monday, April 11, 2005

In regards to the previous post...

I did it again, and I was Miss Piggy (hysterical)! I change one answer...So I did it again, and I was Courtney Love (borderline)...Nice.
Had a good weekend, played Euchre and Texas Hold'em for about 6 hours, and that was super fun.
I'll post later, right now Wren's feet stink so bad, I can't think straight.

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I like the picture, but I never thought I was was Biff.

You May Be a Bit Schizotypal ...

A bit odd and socially isolated.

You couldn't care less of what others think.

And some of your beliefs are a little weird.

Like that time you thought you were Jesus.

What Personality Disorder Are You?

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Your Inner European is Irish!

Sprited and boisterous!

You drink everyone under the table.

Who's Your Inner European?

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Friday, April 08, 2005

Haymaker! (dream maker, heartbreaker...)

So, last night on The A-Team, Mr. T gave the bad guy a haymaker AND threw him over his head down an airplane aisle. It was the best episode ever (welllll…best episode ever, after the one with Boy George on it, and Boy George was called Cowboy George). It was like Mr. T took a play right out of MY VERY OWN PERSONAL PLAY BOOK!!!!

Another thing that made it the best episode (the Team was on a hijacked plane and Mr. T was in and out of pyhscosis) was that a door was blown off the plane, as well as a window was shot out, and the cabin was all de-pressurized, but, somehow, after the commercial break, The A-Team had fixed it whilst we were being shilled for soap and the spice commercial were the Grandpa tells his grandson that his Grandma married him because he was good at porking her (I’m guess French man style, sous la cour). The A-Team is truly magical! Truly and completely awesome!!

I wish there had been an A-Team/Magnum cross over. Mr. T and T.C could’ve gone clubbin’, The Lads and Murdock could’ve gotten into heaps and heaps of trouble, Amy and Rick probably would’ve hooked up, Rick being so smooth and all. The Face and Magnum would’ve made ALL the ladies wet as spring, but Magnum would’ve passed, and the Face would’ve had a threesome. Hannibal and Higgins would’ve traded war stories galore, and one of them would’ve passed out from the sheer joy of it all…I need a napkin to sit on, as the thought of this is kind of over whelming!

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Thursday, April 07, 2005

My little up chuck of upsets.

Things that are making me Bonkers at the moment:

·Nancy Greene on CNN, she is such a blithering idiot; I can’t believe she’s on the air! She’s what’s wrong with the news and media today. Her loud obnoxious jumping to conclusions style, her scrambled perception of what people say, or not letting people finish what they are saying. She’s just so awful.
·Traffic, specifically persons who speed to a red light, and don’t let you turn left into that lane. It’s a red light, you aren’t going anywhere fucker.
·The commercial with the little kid buying Gouda cheese
·Over scented co-workers
·The bad gravy I made last week (and I’m not talking poo here folks)
·People who hork
·People who leave their grocery carts in the middle of the aisle so you can’t get by with your own cart, and then these same fuckers stand super close behind you in line, and keep looking over your shoulder hoping the line is moving. It’s not, asshole.
·My closet doors, which I tore off, I’ve now put in the kitchen. Tomorrow I’m throwing them out-THE WINDOW!
·Roll of the Rim to win. To win what, a scrap of coffee cup that says “Please Play Again” Holy fuck, as per the cup stating 1 in 9 win, that’s not fucking true. I need to win that goddamn tent set.
* That future doctor is so far away.
*That something so good as wine, Canadian drafts, crispy crunch shots, and martini's will make you puke. Especially when combined.

Things that aren’t making me bonkers

·The VW commercial where the guys accelerates into a turn and screams/laughs really, really loud and the surrounding cars
·The Food Network, I can’t stop watching it! I just can’t.
·Euchre, Texas Hold ‘Em poker
·Running (it’s only been a few days, I’ll hate it soon)
·Getting ready for a dear friend’s wedding, it’s so much fun!
·The lovely spring weather
·Ted Leo
·The move
·Café latte
·Nerd, and his yo-yo (his actual yo-yo, not his ding-dong you crazy people!)
·Baguettes and Brie with some lovely fine wine. (I was writing down that I hadn't had a drop to drink since our birthday celbration out, but I did have a couple glasses of wine last weekend with our turkey dinner. The turkey was awesome. The gravy was not.)

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Monday, April 04, 2005

I did this one twice because I have so many names


Your movie star name: Poutine Ernest

Your fashion designer name is Laura Baden Baden

Your socialite name is Gelg Aix

Your fly girl / guy name is L Gal

Your detective name is Dog The Academy

Your barfly name is Muffin Martini

Your soap opera name is Melissa Brahms

Your rock star name is Hot Tamales Poo

Your star wars name is Lauhun Galmat

Your punk rock band name is The Grumpy Super Marker

The Amazing Meganame Generator

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Your movie star name: Chips Cecil

Your fashion designer name is Jennifer Munich

Your socialite name is Motor Boat Laura Minden

Your fly girl / guy name is J Gal

Your detective name is Dog George Stuart Henry Academy

Your barfly name is Muffin Wine

Your soap opera name is Laura Brahms

Your rock star name is Jujubes Poo

Your star wars name is Jenbac Galaar

Your punk rock band name is The Bad Eraser

The Amazing Meganame Generator

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You Are A Hazelnut Tree

You're a charmer with a killer sense of humor.

You are very demanding, but you can also be very understanding.

No matter what, you always make a lasting impression - you're quite popular.

Passionate, you are an active fighter for social causes and politics.

In general, you are moody, honest, a perfectionist, and very sexual.

What is Your Celtic Horoscope?

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