It’s time for a Mutter. Are you ready to play along? (=
I should have known something was up when I got in the door and the cat had knocked over a picture from the mantel of my fireplace and the glass was all smashed.
Should have known.
I’m cleaning it up and my Dad calls. Oh, he’s checking to make sure I got home. My parents are like that. “Made it home okay? Good, good.”
No. I wish. I wish tonight had been protective parent night.
“Your grandmother died.”
Fuck. >___< My last grandparent. I haven’t seen her in years. Fuck. Blog365 is in jeopardy and I’m not sure I really care at this moment. If I have to go to Florida, I don’t know that there’ll be internet – or a computer – for it. And I don’t know how to moblog. So – yeah. Anyway. If the blog goes silent… Yeah. Happy Birthday to me. Woo.
And when I say boys, I mean, my brother.
The poor boy (and he’s 27 years old, mind you) called this morning. Apparently, he’d become really photosensitive. To the point that any light was utterly painful. (We lit six candles on a cake this evening and that was too bright. Srsly.) Well, Mom and I go to the ER with him. We wait. And wait. And wait. He comes out. Iritis. Apparently, some sort of inflammation of the iris. Something.
Anyway. He gets medicine. Two sets of eye drops and an ointment. (Yeah. Ointment for his eyes. Very strange.)
My brother doesn’t do stuff near his eyes.
So – we have to do it for him. Mom and I. Well, turns out – me.
Took about an hour to get this stuff in his eyes. Maybe two.
Every time we’d get near, he’d curl into a fetal position away from us. And then, we finally get one drop in – he’d freak out. Oy vey. Not to mention, we have to do it in the dark. Completely. Because otherwise he has to keep his eyes closed. Hard work, srsly. (I’m channeling KentuckyGurl here. My god.)
I love my brother and I know he’s freaking out and in pain – but – WOW. The writhing was making it more difficult. I finally had to tell him to breathe in whole notes instead of sixteenth notes. That seemed to actually help. We are a weird family. My father went – “huh?!” Poor dad. He’s the only non-musical one in the family.
But. Anyway. Boys == weak.
Rebuttals, my boy readers? (;
You know, you’d think with a snow day today – I’d have the energy to blog – a lot. But, no. I’m tired and feeling sick. So – you get a meme. I refuse to be lame and be all “I’m too sick to post anything.” as a post. So – you get a meme. It’s a GOOD meme, but still a meme. (; Play with me in the comments! (=
Appetizer
Have you ever played a practical joke on anyone? If so, what did you do and who was your victim?
Actually, no. I’m boring! So boring! (;
Soup
What do your salt and pepper shakers look like?
I – have no salt and pepper shakers. I have a huge thing of salt in the cupboard and a grinder of garlic and pepper together.
Salad
Where is the next place you plan to visit (on vacation or business)?
Germany. Vacation. Woo!
Main Course
What kind of lotion or cream do you use to keep your hands from getting too dry?
It varies, but I like CVS’s shea butter cream. Cheap and awesome at the same time.
Dessert
Make up a dessert, tell us its ingredients, and give it a name.
Chocolate pudding and chocolate chip cookies. Put the pudding between two cookies. (Works best if the cookies are more chewy than crunchy.)
A name? Hrmm. Choco Sammies. (I suck at naming things…)
Thursday. Thursday. Thursday. And you are going to get a running commentary on what I see on the television for this entry. People actually eliminated will be after the bump, for those of you who won’t have seen it yet. (I <3 you, Daniel!!)
End of Hour Edit: Holy shit. This is the longest entry ever! Go stream of consciousness blogging!!!
And, away we goooooo…
Yes. Four hours, Ryan. So long. So unnecessary. Ugh.
Yay. Two guys and two girls gone. Yes. And let’s not drag this out. Oh, wait. An entire hour of results. Ergh.
Randy is always right. (Allegedly.)
What the hell is Paula talking about? I cannot even follow her. What – the – fuck.
Ugh. Star treatment video. NO!!!! NOT DAUGHTRY! *dies* Diz! RUN! RUN!!! *cries out eyes*
Are you kidding me? More singing? Jesus. Merlin’s beard. More 60’s music. The boys. What the hell are they singing? (In black suits with white shirts and red ties. Black ties? White ties? Wtf?)
Oh, now the girls. In 60’s wear, it seems. A rose in spanish harlem? Okay, then. Ugh. Someone kill me. Just eliminate the damn people already. >__<
And now – the boys and the girls together. And I still have no idea what they are singing. (Long as you love me, it’s alright. Hrmmm. I have the power to turn on the lights, it seems.)
And who is that wearing that fedora? He looks utterly ridiculous. (Garret Haley. Goddamn. Get rid of that. The fedora is not a good look for you. At all.)
Getting down to business. Girls in the dog pound. Boys first. Oh, jeez. Do we HAVE to look back at Tuesday’s performances? Thor’s Hammer.
Finally. Down to business.
[So as not to spoil, any comments about the actual eliminations will be after the bump.]
Oh, flipping to the girls after the first boy elimination. Of course. Boy/girl/boy/girl. Right. And a look at Wednesday’s performances. Of course. Shoot me.
Paula is going to shake what God gave her? Jesus. When was the last time she did that?! O_o
We are now getting the low-down on Paula’s new song on Randy’s new album. “Dance like there’s no tomorrow.”
Oh. Paula’s not actually dancing live. It’s a video. Hrmm. Okay. Still. When did she last do a song?
What the hell is she wearing in this video? Wtf. And Randy playing bass in the video? (Like he’s an addicted to love girl… XD )
She’s totally not dancing at all. I guess she can’t do it anymore, eh? (;
This is one of the weirdest videos I have ever seen in my life. The song’s not bad, I suppose. But – wow. Weird video.
Nice shot, Simon! “She represents every color in the universe.” Awesome. Totally awesome. (;
Back to the girls! More girly elimination! Ryan is such a tease! Who’s eliminated? We’ll find out, after the break. Bastard. But, have to fill up an hour somehow.
And we’re back! Dim the lights! Get rid of one! Let’s go!
Final elimination – from the boys – after the break. And you know he’ll call up some boys and there’ll be ANOTHER break. Because there are ten minutes to go and the time has to be filled somehow…
Back! And here we go!! Two names called. Lights have been dimmed…
And here is Paula, giving encouragement. Is she really a mother figure? A mentor? O_o
And here we go. The video montage of those who have been eliminated. Of course.
And the last sing out. And I – am turning off the TV. Good night. Hit up the bump for info on the actual eliminations.
