My hat, it has three corners; Three corners has my hat!

So have I ever mentioned that I really want to steal this boat? er... Commandeer! I want to commandeer this boat. (It's a nautical term.) I figure that all I will need is a smaller and faster boat, a telescope, a potato gun, and a monkey. And a tricorn hat. I mean, seriously, you can pilot that thing with one person? How awesome is that? I'd set up my own floating palace. Somewhere in the Pacific, near GUAM.

This just in: It has been made official- Sanrio now has everything under the sun branded with that adorable little cat. I shall have to purchase a couple kilos as the final touch on my Million Dollar Idea. Perhaps John DeLorean would have bid on it...

OLAF sez, "WHUTUP!"
I was surprisingly not really sore at all after yesterday's bike ride, which is a very good thing. It's apparently supposed to rain all weekend, so we'll see how much of it I spend on the bike. The canal towpath is pretty wide open as far as cover goes, so I'd basically get drenched if I was out for any amount of time. But I'm not sore, so hooray for my muscular awesomeness!

Of course, if it does rain, I can always go catch a movie. Speed Racer is apparently dirt, so I think I want to catch Prince Caspian instead. (Or IRON MAN again!) Really, I've just got a week to kill until Indy comes out. I do want to hit up Big Don's Wild River Adventure for some mini-golf action as well, but the rain would pretty much defeat that notion right away. I also have it in my head that I want to rent BOOM BLOX for the Wii, so perhaps I shall just stay inside all weekend and play that. We'll see. Friday is payday and I have mad text message abilitiez. So hit me up if you have a better idea. Or if you like one or more of the ideas above. Or if you want to get drunk and have wings. Beer and wings is always a plus. Maybe the pool table will be cleared off this time.

And finally, a tidbit that gives me the serious giggles. I've actually been meaning to post about this item for years. We've sold it at work for as long as I can remember and I'm actually kind of surprised that they still haven't changed the package. It's your average, run-of-the-mill, iron-on inkjet transfer paper for home t-shirt making. (At the old apartment complex, the guys down on the first floor made shirts with hardcore lesbian porno scenes on them.) However, all non-sequiturs about porno shirts aside, the really funny part here is in the picture on the package. Those kids are so happy that their parents have sent them to Camp Crystal Lake! (kii kii kii ma ma ma) Makes me giggle. It has now for years.

Days off FTMFW!

So I totally just fibbed to work. They tried calling me in at 7:00AM this morning. (Mike and Brian both called out, no doubt.) I ignored the phone, rolled over, and went back to bed. I called back about three hours later and said that I had just gotten up (partial fib) and that I had stuff going on and could not come in (total fib, all I have planned today is to lay in the sun, which I guess is not really a fib then). So now I have coffee, a bagel, and I'm cranking Swagger. Word.

Besides, a lot of my coworkers have been all angsty-pants lately because of the new stores, promotions, and transfers; and I'm sick of hearing about it. I'm not leaving simply because the other two new stores are too far to drive, especially in winter. There's a slight hope that when everyone else leaves, I can take one of their jobs, but this is me not holding my breath. In related news, it was annual review time again- mine turned out pretty decent. There are basically five levels of superiority, haha, I'm a four. In real people terms, this means I get a pay raise and I now make more than I did at Arby's, which is pretty excellent, all things considered. More real people terms put promotions as follows: getting bumped up to a specialist nets a $1/hour, team lead is $2/hour. The guaranteed hours are the nice part about those positions, especially in first quarter and early fall.

Spent most of last night figuring out Facebook, which I'm still pretty much a dunce at, but at least I know how to find/add people now, haha. Woke up this morning to find yet another Myspace friend request for my HS reunion, so I vented about that for while (again) and now I feel better. Rest assured, with less than two months until the reunion date, they'll try to add me a good two or three more times. Block them, you say? Why? Then I wouldn't be able to get all pissy about it. :D

(This damned phone needs to stop fucking ringing.)

So, about two weeks ago, I bought a couple starter packs of the Pirates of the Spanish Main game to test it out (and because it has cool little miniature pirate ships!). My brother and I got a kick out of it, so now he's been adding to our fleet.See? It's pretty much an armada at this point, especially considering that his birthday is this weekend and he's getting another haul of ships equal to that from our folks. Cardboard booty does not stand a chance! (Plus now we'll have a metric assload of TINY DICE, which is always excellent.)

Three days until HOORAY FOR DINOSAURS DAY!

fourteen rivers, fourteen floods

It's about time that the good state of NY posted my tax return. I was about to have to board and pillage those bitches, YAR.

First thing on the agenda is the midget pirate action figure from the POTC3 toyline. I mean, he comes with a monkey wearing a kimono. And he's a midget. And a pirate. I may actually always have him in my pocket. After that, some sushi. Too bad Mary's on vacation, because it grosses her out and that's almost the best part.

I've been playing way too much Puzzle Pirates (and you can still join!) lately, so pretty much the only internet thing I've seen lately is the Robocop vs. Terminator video over here at Zombies Can't Blog. And while we're on the subject, the two of you who aren't Nick should go check that site out. :D

In other news, I've issued a fatwa on that groundhog. Snow forecast in April? Fuck that.