Just call me Buffet.

Apparently I am a walking buffet. The bugs, they made a good meal out of me.

And I itch as a result.

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( Regarding John Edwards: A North Carolinian's Perspective )

Holy Spycrap, Batman!

So, thanks to rosenho for the links yesterday on all the spyware fighting programs.

And holy crap.

I downloaded Spyware, Spybot and AdAware, and Spybot found a ton of files to delete. Then Adaware found 95 *more* to delete. My computer was running slow for a reason folks.

Dang spyware.

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Power Rankings: Question we got from a five-year-old this week after seeing the latest UPS commercial: “Does Dale Jarrett really wear his uniform everywhere he goes?” Yes, he does. And so does Michael Waltrip.

Whoopdeedoo

So I'm avoiding work right now. Mainly the planning of the Thursday night event. *sigh* I need to get a check over to the Greensboro Bats' office, but I'm not allowed to use a courier. Because, you know, we've already spent $440 on this event, and ten dollars more is just too much.

Which means that I'm leaving work just a tad early to try and get there.

Joy.

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For the fun of it, Next Action Star, which is annoying/entertaining crap (really, if this is their definition of "action", then why am I not a star yet?), is airing the fun stunt driving portion tomorrow night (8 ET on NBC).

Since NetZero is their main sponsor, I wasn't terribly surprised when I saw in the previews that they busted out a NASCAR car for training. Yes folks, the NetZero car.

Ward Burton

Except for some sucky reason (probably that a) the network wants the viewing public to understand what's being said or 2) NASCAR wants a non-hick image), it's not Ward that's going to be on there.

It's Jack Sprague. Dude. Craftsman Truck Series? Not even a Busch driver? And not even Carl Edwards, who could show all the pansy's how to do a back flip off the back of your truck?

That blows.

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Bought two CDs this past weekend. The Best of John Denver (shut up, no mocking, he has some classics) and At Last by Cyndi Lauper.

Currently I am in love with Cyndi for La Vie En Rose. *floves that song*

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On another music note, several months ago I giggled over an icon that medie has of Jack (Stargate) that says "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy". Because it's funny. And great.

And there's a song. By the same name. Country song.

Dude.

It's...hard to describe. You have to hear it to understand. No, it's not by Toby Keith. It's by some duo that I've never heard of. But I just can't help but sing along at the top of my lungs, because there is so much truth to screaming "save a horse, ride a cowboy" at the top of your lungs.

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Went and saw Dodgeball this past weekend.

It was amusing. Not over the top funny, but entertaining and amusing. I saw it at the matinee, so I only paid $4 for it. No biggie.

I have to say, my favorite part was ( cut for spoilers. )

I stayed through the end. For those who have no clue, if you go and see it, make sure to wait all the way through the credits to the end. Believe me.

To quote Christine Taylor, "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little." It was...obscene. *shudder*

My dog as...Seinfeld?

I have a dog. His name is Chester and he is not normal.

Chester is 5 or 6 years old, a mutt with strong Border Collie leanings. He is quite beautiful and nutty and lovable. He is my baby.

My dog is also weird. This is my family's assertation. But it's not truly accurate.

My dog is, in fact, neurotic.

Neurosis #1: His fear of buzzing things. He actually fears things that buzz. He'll chase a housefly for approximately 30 seconds before hiding from it. And when I say hide, I mean crawl under the sewing machine in the closet for 4 hours. Or, if I force him to face his fear by locking him out of the bedroom, he'll hide behind the toilet brush holder that's beside the toilet, or if I left the linen closet door open, he'll hide in there behind my boots.

A 35 pound dog. Hiding behind boots from a bug.

Neurosis #2: The eating of the food - one bite carried to the carpet at a time. He will literally pick up one piece of dog food and carry it from the kitchen to the living room to eat. One piece at a time. Eventually this tires him, and he'll actually eat right there at the bowl. But for several pieces, the ritual is the same.

Neurosis #3: The burping. Yes, the burping. He belches. He likes to get in my face right after he has eaten and belch to rival a teenage boy.

Neurosis #4: When he must eat. Eating is a major deal to him, and he refuses to eat unless someone is there. Which means right when I go to bed at night. The real fun is for my dog walker who watches him when I'm away. He freaks her out with the not eating.

Neurosis #5: He doesn't recognize his name. This may be my fault for calling him everything under the sun, but you can say Chester and he hasn't a clue.

Neurosis #6: His issues with other animals. He loves other dogs. Adores them. Drags me up to them. Which can be very dicey, because either he will sniff them and then ignore them, or he will deem them a threat and want to fight. Try that on for size. And people wonder why I don't let him socialize with other dogs much. He once tried to take on a 92 pound German Shepherd. His issues with cats are worse. He wants to "get" one in the worst way. Pounce on it. Do lord knows what to it. And yet last week he got his butt kicked by a declawed feline named Callie.

Neurosis #7: His fear of men that are not my dad or brother-in-law. He literally quakes and hides from all men that are not my dad or bil. Although he's comfortable around the guy downstairs too. But the old handy man? Loves dogs, would love to play with Chester, and Chester just shrinks as far away as his leash will let him.

Neurosis #8: He sneezes if he looks up. Okay, that one is just weird.

Neurosis #9: He has allergies. He really does. His runny nose is too cute.

Neurosis #10: He likes to play with moths. His favorite toy is the moth, for it does not buzz. He picks up the flitting ones he catches outside, puts them on the living room floor (after appropriately gumming them so they can't fly), the lays his chin on top so he can feel them fluttering. He's a freak.

Neurosis #11: He hates having his ears or paws messed with. Or bathing. Especially both at the same time. Water and messing with his ears and paws. He hates, hates, hates them both. So much so that he'll naw on you if he doesn't like what you're doing.