Spring cleaning

So the big project that was sprung on us this morning was that we were all going to clean out the garage.

I think we’re done now and it’s been interesting. How so many packing peanuts can be hidden underneath stuff is beyond me.

The good news is that I was in control of the high-pressure water sprayer, so at least I was amused with that.

In other news: I downloaded a FREE GPS navigation service with voice guidance for my phone and I’m going to test it out later today. Free programs like this are hard to come by, so we’ll see how this all pans out.

Spin, rinse, wash, dry II

The laundry report is as follows:

—Nothing shrunk.

—Nothing changed colors/got bleached/got darker

—Nothing got subjected to massive amounts of gamma radiation thus transforming the sheets into a blood-thirsty sheet monster seeking revenge

—I hung up the sheets to dry “creatively”

Spin, rinse, wash, dry

While she’s at work, my mom asked me to take care of the laundry.

She claims I’ve done this once before and to no ill effect, but I don’t remember. I just hope when she returns home, my sheets aren’t reduced to the size of gum wrappers.

Also, I think it’s finished. Time to access the damage.

I have no internet

And it sucks. Guess it’s time to figure out how to tether my phone’s internet to my computer.

ETA: Success! Internet tethering works! I love my phone!

Heart attack on a plate

I just saw a commercial for some “Southern Fried Chicken Biscuit Something-Or-Other” for McDonald’s. Chicken I don’t mind—in fact, it’s the chicken meals I hate the least at McDonald’s—but this thing is intended to be eaten for breakfast.

Who wants chicken for breakfast? And fried chicken at that? Besides, possibly, a wolf?

No doubt Burger King or someone else will counter with a “Double Steak and Bacon Biscuit” breakfast sandwich before not too long.

Riding on the poop deck

When I fly by myself to Las Vegas this July to hook up with my grandparents, I’m going to have to remember not to fly with this company.

Or maybe I should. I could definitely use the money earned in the lawsuit.

Eeeeeexcellent

I have just learned my mom does NOT like Kenny G.

I’ve never listened to music my parents hate (since I’ve never been into modern music), so who knew I’d finally hit upon this with jazz?

Looks like I’ll be blasting some sax all through the house now.

Musical confession

I got some new CDs today. There was an offer at Borders for three CDs at 40% off, so I took them up on it.

When I got there, I realized there aren’t many more ’80s songs I need. I have 34+ hours now and anything I get is going to be highly repetitive.

So I decided to go with my second favorite genre: jazz. But not just any jazz. I mean, I have CDs and songs from classics like Herbie Hancock and John Coltrane, but my favorite kind of jazz is the of the über-cheesy variety. (Yeah, there seems to be a theme with my musical tastes.)

My favorite jazz artist is Kenny G. His hair is awesome too and reminds me of the ’80s—perhaps this is why I like him.

Anyway, I got two of his CDs to complement the two I already had.

Vader attacks!

There’s a whole lot of fail going on here.

I think the most important quote in this entire story is:

Hughes claims he was drinking heavily and can’t remember the assault.

I’m also startled by the statistics at the bottom of the story. I love sci-fi and “Star Wars” as much as the next guy, but apparently there are A LOT of nerds roaming around.

Because I’ve got it stuck in my head

Now you will too.