Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

I've spent the last week or so blitzing through the Fruba manga in an effort to curb all the other rage-inducing work activities. (What can I say? Cursed Sohmas calm me.) After reading the volume where Kyo's true form is revealed, I indulged in my inner Chaos and laughed to myself, "Hey, it's not so bad for Kyo; there are other mutants out there who can transform like him."

And then I laughed further at the mere notion of an Xmen/Fruba crossover. I mean, who would ever write something as ridiculous as that?

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2441128/1/

Oops.

But at least it's a short single chapter that never did seem to end up with a following...or successive chapters. Hallelujah?

And speaking of hallelujah's, here's something a little more inspired to help you forget about that crossover: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pi2t58CRmbU

Today's Lesson: no matter how cracked the idea might be, if you can think it, someone's already written a fanfic about it on the Net. And the odds are it's not good.

Labels: crossovers, Fruba, it's raining spartans, make the badfics stop, tempting fate

posted by Phillip at 12:38 AM

 


It has been a long day, and most of it drifted maliciously between slightly-vexing and I'd-kill-someone-if-I-wasn't-so-damned-tired.

There was the getting up earlier than usual part. There was also the terminating someone and collecting their keys from them part (which was surprisingly pleasant and easy, and made all the prior stress from envisioning the bad ways it could have transpired all the more aggravating). There was the scuttling quickly over to the old/original store (which looked a lot smaller than I remembered it) to pull a full shift there as a favour. And then there was the phone call that, surprise, the evening shifter at my current store has not shown up; leading in turn to an extra 3 hours of work at the store.

You can insert your "replace with flying monkey" rant here at your leisure. I already did.

And there is wet snow blowing all higgledy-piggledy outside.

It's enough to make a blogger say, "Screw this, I'm going to bed." Which coincidentally will be exactly what I say and follow up on when this little bit of nowhere is finished.

I haven't exactly been reduced to Crotchety McCrankypants yet, but I do seem to possess a rather venomous displeasure at the world currently lurking outside my door. I shall be glad when today comes to an end, and I can rest my sore & aching neck on a new, fluffy pillow.

(The old, "flat as a board/Lina Inverse's chest" pillow has since been retired, and in all likelihood was the main contributing factor to why I woke up this past Sunday to discover there were muscles in my neck I never knew I had. And that apparently, they'd all simultaneously managed to get themselves pulled or strained in thoroughly painful ways.)

So fare thee well, good night and pleasant dreams. I look forward to all of those things. Especially the pleasant dreams. It means I wasn't wearing pants in any of them.

What?

You actually thought that despite the nastiness of the day, I wouldn't have the energy or ridiculous gall to toss in another pants joke? For shame!

Labels: I dream of pants, malicious days, more flying monkey action

posted by Phillip at 8:58 PM

 

The Easter weekend has fallen upon us once again. In the last few years, I've found that I appreciate the Easter holidays for a rather unique reason. It's not religious. It's not because of any familial gatherings. It's because the malls are closed for the Friday and Sunday, guaranteeing me two days (not back to back, mind you, but I'm not about to raise a ruckus over it) wherein I do not have to worry about the store, period.

Hooray for an inherent absence of flying monkey tirades!

All in all, the weekend has gone off rather well. Gary was down for the Friday, and Saturday night saw the last major family & friends gathering we'll have before my sister heads off to Holland for two months. (They have exchange programs for hospitals too, apparently.)

Two days off and 26 episodes of Angelic Layer later, I sit here contemplating a napping Mel in the living room, and the dreadfully abysmal skies outside my window. I am disliking the recent "fuck you" dance Winter is performing on our front lawn. I think it needs to be shot. Many times. With many large calibre weapons. And then tossed into a wood chipper and used as fertilizer for the budding flowers of spring.

(Note to self: don't watch CSI before making vengeful posts like this. It scares the readership.)

Alas, my loyal visitors of this little bit of nowhere, I should probably scuttle off and get something resembling a meal prepared. Mel needs to be poke awake shortly, otherwise she'll be up all night. Which she might not entirely object to, since she's trying to work up enough cash to buy a bull for Harvest Moon, but as she was the one who told me not to let her sleep too much, a poking is probably for the best.

Today's Lesson: chocolate is indeed filled with love and awesomeness (awesomness? Is there an extra 'e' in there? How about a silent 'x'?)

Labels: a lack of flying monkey tirades, death to winter, Easter

posted by Phillip at 3:48 PM