Stuff, Bags, and Gender Profiling

Today I bought myself a nice new wallet. I needed to retire my Warehouse 13 one and it seemed like a good day to get something new.

When I showed the wallet to my dad, explaining how I had to go to the men's section at Target as none of the "women's" wallets fit in my pocket, he brought up a decent point.

"It's because you don't have a purse."

It was true. I didn't. Or don't I guess...blagh grammar.

The comment had me thinking about what I would do in the event I needed a bag to carry things about in.

Here are the options:

Purse

Backpack

Messenger Bag

Purse is the obvious choice.

One tiny problem.

I don't like purses.

They're stupid! They all are trying to look like an accessory instead of what they really are, a bag. They are all weird looking under people's arms and seem awkward to carry about all the time.

Backpacks don't try to disguise their purpose. They hold your stuff and they focus on that. Pockets, compartments, zippers galore.
I love backpacks. To be honest, I would totally wear a backpack if it didn't look like I might be carrying a bomb everywhere I go.

Which leaves dear messenger bag. This is more me. Enough room for a laptop (suck on THAT purse) and all my stuff.

But what about makeup Thunderbird? Where does that go?

If you actually thought that I need to carry more than my phone, iPod, keys, and wallet...I laugh in your face.

Seriously.

In

Your

Face

HA

Really though.

Anyways, after I went through this thought process I decided I probably do need at least a laptop bag. I decided I'll get a blank one, draw a design, scan said design, and iron it on. Per Son Ill Eyes...Duh.

But all this stuff had me a thinking some more.

While I was at Target, I wanted to check out the MLP:FiM mech. I knew of course I needed to find a pink aisle and move on from there.*

But why?

Why do I have to go into an all pink paradise? Why is it filled with just dolls?

Better question: Why do I see that just a short walk away is a colorful aisle filled with action figures and cars and superheroes?

I have to say this little lady put it best

Why DO girls have to buy pink stuff and all the boys get the different color stuff?

Why DO I have to go to the men's side to have a wallet that isn't six inches long?

Why DO birds suddenly appear?

Maybe one day humans will have that all figured out, but for now you'll find me wandering through whatever color aisle I fraking feel like being in.



*This whole next part amuses me because most MLP:FiM fans are male. Brony!

Questions: THE RETURN

Guys...I am so bored...

1: What are you wearing?
Clothing
 2: Ever been in love?
With a show
 3: Ever had a terrible breakup?
With the vaccuum
 4: How tall are you?
Averagish
 5: How much do you weigh?
A weight
 6: Any tattoos do you want?
No
 7: Any piercings that you want?
Gosh No
 8: OTP?
JORI
 9: Favorite Show?
Warehouse 13
 10: Favorite bands?
Radiohead, Pixes, BnL, Chicken Heads...
 11: Something you miss?
My old phone. Mr. Numbers...
 12: Favorite song?
Like I'd know...
 13: How old are you?
An age
 14: Zodiac sign?
Sea-goat
 15: Hair Color?
Red
 16: Favorite Quote?
"You're going to hell."
"I know!"
 17: Favorite singer?
Thom Yorke?
 18: Favorite color?
Like I'd know
 19: Loud music or soft?
Depends
 20: Where do you go when you’re sad?
Mah room
 21: How long does it take you to shower?
Well, how long will I have hot water?
 22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
Not long
 23: Ever been in a physical fight?
With objects
 24: Turn on?
The radio. Blast the stereo riiiiiiight now.
 25: Turn off?
Hate
 26: The reason I joined Tumblr?
Twitter
 27: Fears?
Heights, Change, eh...
 28: Last thing that made you cry?
Sykes
 29: Last time you cried?
A few weeks ago
 30: Meaning behind your url
My Tumblr url parkitcharlie? Sheep. That's a whole blog post...
 31: Last book you read?
Slipping By Barri Bumgarner
 32: Last song you listened to?
This Day From MLP:FiM
 33: Last show you watched?
Bath Crashers...I think? I wasn't paying attention
 34: Last person you talked to?
My Mother
 35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?
Me and twitter? Oh we're tight.
 36: Favorite food?
The pasta...with the chicken and the tiny green trees
 37: Place you want to visit?
SDCC
 38: Last place you were?
The Skinny
 39: Do you have a crush?
No, I don't like orange soda that much
 40: Last time you kissed someone?
Two minutes ago. Sparta...
 41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?
Dang, I don't remember
 42: What color underwear are you wearing?
Blue? I think?
 43: What color shirt are you wearing?
Yellow
 44: What color bottoms are you wearing?
Blue
 45: Wearing any bracelets?
Nada
 46: Last sport you played?
Improv. It's a sport...
 47: Last song you sang?
This Day
 48: Last prank call you remember doing?
On the bus man. I told a guy his number was DIE-SLOW. He said cool and hung up.
 49: Last time you hung out with anyone?
Today
 50: Favorite movie?
My Name is Bug's Digimon. Or you know a tie between My Name is Jerry, A Bug's Life, and The Digimon Movie

A Statement on Chuck Norris

I start off by saying I was never really a fan of Chuck Norris.

His jokes never really cut it for me.

I never said so of course, not because I knew I would be ridiculed, because I simply didn't want to start a fight.

I'm not a very conflict loving person.

Anyways, I went on, not loving Chuck Norris while everyone else (it seemed anyways) flipped.

Today I happen across an article discussing the 'outrage of allowing gays into boy scouts'
The author of said article was credited to none other than Mr. Norris himself.

Now the website seemed legitimate, but none the less I went and brought up his wiki page to discover that he does indeed write. A quick jump to the sources and I discovered that he is indeed very much a conservative Christian.

Now I'm not saying you should shun Chuck Norris. I try to avoid that behavior. If I dislike something, say the song 'Baby' I'm not going to hate Bieber for it. I'm not going to insult him and I'm not going to laugh at jokes that do just that. I'm going to make up my mind and move on.

In the case of Chuck Norris, I feel he is a generally good man. I'm saddened to hear his way of thinking excludes LGBT and I still don't find his 'Facts' funny, but I don't hate him.

I just thought you'd all like to know.

This is an except from an article by Chuck Norris entitled Guns, God and gays

Lastly, I was appalled when I read the American Family Association report that on Friday, April 25, several thousand schools across the nation will be observing a “Day of Silence,” or DOS, which is a nationwide push to promote the homosexual lifestyle in public schools. (DOS is sponsored by an activist homosexual group – the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network.)

Is encouraging or teaching about homosexuality what our forefathers expected for the public education they founded? Even the most liberal among them opposed it. For example, Thomas Jefferson drafted a bill concerning the criminal laws of Virginia, in which he proposed that the penalty for sexual deviance should be unique corporal punishment. Jefferson’s views were indeed representative of early America.

“Whosoever shall be guilty of rape, polygamy, or sodomy with man or woman shall be punished, if a man, by castration, if a woman, by cutting thro’ the cartilage of her nose a hole of one half inch diameter at the least” (Bill 64, 1779). Can you imagine a statesman proposing such a law today?

While I’m not of course espousing such treatment, I do believe that we should equally and adamantly oppose such aberrant sexual behavior from being condoned or commemorated in our public schools through textbooks or a so-called “Day of Silence.”

You can check to see if your local schools are on the DOS observance list. Whether they are or not, write their administrators to inform them your family will be boycotting the event if it takes place in your vicinity.

That's all I have to say about Chuck Norris.

Also on a related note, I did partake in my school's Day of Silence

Pine Trees*

Today was the first day of Improv camp. And I can tell you right off the bat that I learned one very important thing.

But first, let me chat Improv club.

Mondays 3 to 4 is my school's improv club. It's lead by the fearless Mr. Snodgrass, an English teacher and a player over at my town's local improv joint. The club's members are scraggly** group of about 8 or so teens. Most from my own circle of friends and those that weren't were quickly added.

For that hour each week, we played a vast range of games from Freeze to Montage to Spotlight. I always looked forward to it, even on the days I felt crummy. Especially on the days I felt crummy.

Our rag-tag group excelled at all the games. Sure, some of us were better than others***, but for the most part, we rocked the stage (erm...hallway...)

We all had our favorite games of course, but it never really mattered to me if we played Park Bench or Scenes From a Hat because I knew I would be able to go up there with anyone of these punks and have a decent scene.

Now I can go back to camp.

The group is larger this year, some familiar faces, a ridiculous amount of dyed hair...

They're a rowdy bunch and just like my club, some are better than others.

This I had expected. Larger groups tend to be noisy and hard to handle, there are always a few that shouldn't really quit their day-jobs.

But here is what I learned.

I'm extremely fortunate to have Improv Club.

I had no idea how much they had my back until I came to this camp.

The first game on the list for camp was Name and Action.

Okay.
It's not a game. It's an icebreaker.

You say your name and put it with an action starting with the same letter.
Trampling Thunderbird
Napping Nicole
Elbows-crossed Eli
That sort of thing.

We didn't finish that game.

Nobody was listening, the people didn't care, the instructor (poor guy) sat out. Chaos.

We played some other things before break too.
Human Knot- Everyone gave up
Machine- People weren't accepting ideas
Ninja- They wouldn't shut up about it so our instructor gave in

After break we moved to stage games.

Mr. Know-it-all - Questions all about murder. Answers that made little sense.
Directed Story- Stories were short and often changed topic.

At the end he asked which one they liked better.

Not surprisingly, I was the only one who said Directed Story.

Back at Improv Club, we had some good times with both. We followed the rules of the game and as a result had a good time. Mr. Know-it-all was good, yeah, but for a performance you only get what the audience asks. Sometimes they aren't very creative.... "My dog can't go inside the store, what should I do?" Directed Story is great because of how it's played. A great big adventure told by a group of people.

It's not really that the people here at camp suck, they just are new. They don't know the difference between looking like an idiot, being an idiot, and acting like an idiot.

I guess what I'm trying to say is: I'm really lucky to have worked with the people I did at Improv Club. They were all super talented in their own ways.







*Get it? I was being a little...sappy!

**Okay...we aren't really 'scraggly' whatever.

***No, this is NOT a subtle way of saying I'm better than everyone. You guys should know me better...

New Phone

This, as you may or may not of guessed, is a rant.

Okay, I got my new phone. The LG Xpression, or whatever.

Before I can talk about that though, I must go back.

Back to my old phone.

Here is what I use the phone for:
Contacting people when needed
Texting friends when bored
Using texts to send to twitter.

That's it. Sometimes I take pictures, not often, sometimes.

What are my requirements in a phone?
Full Keyboard
Unlimited Messaging

That's it. I just want to send my freaking tweets/texts.

I was horrified to see my options when I set about getting a new phone.

First off, all touch screen. This isn't the kind of phone you can drop all the time. It WILL crack and you WILL have to live with that.

Second, all web browsing. Great! I don't have a data plan!

Third, all trying to be a smartphone without being a smartphone.

As previously stated, I don't care what the hell it does. As long as I can contact people when I need to and tweet.

So I get my Xpression.

Touch screen, web features I can't use, fancy camera options...all that jazz.

The big feature of this phone is supposed to be texting.

The keyboard is fine I guess, conversations option is something new for me, super easy to add media to the text.

It passes with flying colors then right?

Wrong.

I send a tweet from my phone.

The biggest thing I use my phone for.

Later I look at the tweet online and it's been spilt in two.

I recommend skipping the next paragraph.

WHAT THE FREAK? WHY DID YOU DO THAT CAN I NOT SEND TWEETS? THAT IS WHY I'M OKAY WITH NOT BEING ABLE TO GET ONLINE! IF I CAN SEND MY TWEETS IN ONE MESSAGE THEN I CAN USE THIS PHONE BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I FRIKKEN USE MY PHONE FOR. I TWEET I TWEET OFTEN AND I TWEET WHEN I AM AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF I CAN RECEIVE TWEETS IF I CAN'T SEND THEM. I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY OTHER PRO IF I CAN NOT SEND A TWEET IN ONE MESSAGE.

Essentially it splits the message if it is over 67 characters.

Dude, 140 is limit enough. I don't need my phone holding my back as well.

I'm dead serious when I say if I don't find a way to fix this it's going straight back to the store.

BREAKING NEWS

This morning one of the chairmen of Thunderbird Productions was pronounced dead.

Mr. Numbers was the head of the Cellular Comunications Department at Thunderbird Productions. Co-workers and close friends recall him as fun loving, always connected with everyone, and a good party planner. The annoucement of his death however, did not come as a shock to many. In his last few days, he was said to have trouble taking charge and always seemed low on energy. This upcoming October would of been his fourth year as chairman.

He will always be remembered as the founder of the Cellular Comunications Department, one of the most widely used branches of Thunderbird Productions.

A replacement for Mr. Numbers is being sought out today. He will be missed dearly.



So yeah, my phone is dead. As in dead dead. As in 'I need a new phone' dead. DEAD.

It's a bummer, mostly because it was my first phone. Plus I've had it for almost four years...

Anyways, I'm going to get a new one today. I'll try to post later.

Out at Home*

I ALMOST DIDN'T MAKE A POST TODAY! I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED!

This won't be much of a post really, I'll make two tomorrow okay?

Last night I thought a bug invaded my fort. It crawled on my arm and I freaked out and flipped shiz. I then proceeded to sweep the area with a flashlight until I was certain it was gone. This morning it occurred to be that it was probably just a piece of fuzz.

The moral of the story is, don't jump to conclusions. You might need the sleep.

Anyways, that next morning my mom woke me up at 7 to tell me she wasn't waking me up at 7.

*facepalm*



*Oh it's just this webcomic I'm reading. No not Questionable Content. Another one. OUT AT HOME.

Fancasting

Lately, I've been clipping dear Rainbow Dash to my waist before I go out and about. Why? You ask.

For the same reason I try to wear Warehouse 13 shirts when meeting new people.

So other fans can find me.

Let's face it, your interests are not immediately obvious. Your forehead doesn't say "I like kittens" or "Mac and Cheese Rules!"

No it probably says DRAKE or something stupid like that...*

To know if you like these things I'd have to ask.

The exception to this rule is what we choose to wear...or tattoos I guess...

I personally go with clothing...

And since I don't know many in the Warehouse 13 fandom (And I'd love to meet other bronies) I like to take time to broadcast that I'm a fan. If you are a fan, come chat with me! I'd love to have your acquaintance.

Of course, as my fandom merchandise grows it become hard to decide what fandom to promote. So little things like Rainbow Dash and my Warehouse 13 wallet are helpful.

For instance now, I'm wearing a Questionable Content Shirt, Jeans, Rainbow Dash clip, Warehouse 13 wallet in my pocket, my purple fedora and my phone has a Spiderman sticker on it.

I'm going to come up with a cool sounding name for this fan broadcasting...

Fancasting

Okay...maybe it doesn't sound THAT cool but whatever. You get the point



*No offence Drake fans, I hate forehead tattoos, I only dislike Drake.

Lessons Learned: The Sequel

For those who remember my first lessons learned (I don't) you'll know this is where I just say things I've learned about myself...or just learned.

Onwards!

1. I normally walk in slow-motion through library shelves.
Have to take in all the books.

That having been said

1.5. I won't walk in the aile if someone else is there.
Most likely because of lesson 1, but also there is that threat that someone would talk to me and I'd have to respond and ehk. Social interaction...

2. I like choices.
I hate this conversation

MOM: What do you want for dinner?
Me: What are my choices?
MOM: Sky's the limit!

Because, NO it isn't. And unless I happen to be craving something right then I won't have any input on dinner.
3. Sleeping on the floor is not comfortable. Despite this fact, I will still sleep on the floor.
I'm not the brightest...or I'm just lazy...

4. The majority of my favorite characters are screwed up.
Claudia from Warehouse 13? Parents dead. Brother 'died'*. Started seeing things. Checked herself into a ward.
Faye from Questionable Content? Dad shot himself in front of her.
Hanners from Questionable Content? Obsessive-compulsive, neurotic, anxiety-ridden...
Veronica form Veronica Mars? Best friend dead, outcast...

Shall I continue?

5. Blood is NOT Blue
I feel like an idiot for thinking it was.

Next time you get blood drawn take a look at it. What color is it? Red. How much oxygen is in a good syringe? None.

6. Some of the slides they have on playgrounds are huge!
I was just thinking my childhood had warped it but no! Also this xckd comic: http://xkcd.com/255/

7. I can be REALLY sarcastic once I get on a roll...
It's kind of scary how good I get. This has been happening often on Omegle lately...

That's that for now! I've got to go practice guitar! YES, I PLAY GUITAR


*He didn't really die he...well...just go watch the show...

A Treat...maybe...

I'd like to reward you five people that maybe sometimes take a gander at my blog and say 'Heh...that was sort of funny.'

Enjoy this unedited excerpt from a story I'm writing.

The Constrictor led Thom and some others to a designated section of the large room. Up on the mega screen pictures of happy working people scrolled past in an eerily cheerful slideshow. Thom looked around him, spotting a few familiar faces from around camp; he didn’t see Kaden anywhere which he supposed was a good thing. Something was wrong, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this little gathering on getting a job would end like planned.

                Two gunshots to the sky informed him it was time to start paying attention. The pictures faded away and Radiator’s shadowy mug replaced them. The knot in Thom’s stomach tightened as Radiator’s voice surrounded him.

                “Welcome, it seems it’s that time again.” His voice didn’t even sound entirely human. It was almost as if he was one of the countless AIs he ruled over. “Time for all the children over the age of fifteen to—“ The screen went black. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

                Nova, I trust you are ready with that thing?

                Thom kept his eyes glued to the screen. Waiting for Radiator to come back and complain that some stupid drone had tripped over a cord. That had to be why he was gone.

                “Please let me be wrong.” He whispered. “Please tell me they didn’t.” A burst of static followed by the appearance of four words confirmed the worst. At first the crowd was silent, absorbing the message that was left there in blood red.

                Consume. Be Silent. Die.

                Then all hell broke loose.

So there's that.

As an interesting side note, I've noticed that the majority of writers I've met all agree that a lot of the time your characters write for you. Sometimes even when you want them to do one thing they do another. It's odd from a non-writer standpoint I guess, you'd think of all people the author would have most control over a story.

Anywho, that's that post. (You might have noticed I'm trying to be more daily. It's summer. I have time.)

Think Think Think

If you were hiring or partaking in any event that required you to interview for positions and could only ask one question, what question would you ask?

That's something I thought about recently. I think I have an answer.

Do you consider yourself to be good at making blanket forts?

Hold up! Before you write me off, think about it.

What does the making of a good blanket fort entail?

For one, forts are not simple. They take time. Forts also involve some planing and work. You have to be resourceful and creative to make it stand and be comfortable. The larger the fort made the more work/time/creativity/resourcefulness/all of the above.

By asking them if they consider themselves to be good fort makers, you are asking them to not only step outside the box to see what you are truly asking but to also ask if they think they are a hard working creative resourceful person.

All in one question without it being a run-on sentence.

Oh yeah, and you'll be getting a super rad dude who can make a blanket fort.

My second choice would be the original question...

Changing*

When I was just a wee little lassie, I found going to the store to be a long boring experience.

I still do.

But I went for pretty much the same reasons I go now. STUFF.

Let's face it, the majority of the world loves STUFF. Useful stuff, crappy stuff, expensive stuff. Stuff stuff stuff STUFF. We like to stuff stuff full of stuff, so to speak.

But when I was a short and adorable I had one thing on my mind as we approached check-out.

Disney Adventures**.

I'm not sure if any of you remember or have even heard of Disney Adventures magazine. I do. It was awesome. I happened across it one time and begged for somebody to buy it for me. It proceeded to keep me company for the rest of the time I had it, heck I still have every copy I ever got.

Disney Adventures was basically the Entertainment Weekly of kids and teens. And it had comics and puzzles and articles. I just loved it.

Every time we went to the store I looked for the tiny magazine. I searched every time for four years. I didn't find it often. In that four year span before I discovered it had been discontinued I only collected six. But man did I love my Disney Adventures.

Nowadays I look for different things. Cinnamon Altoids. Wintergreen Tic Tacs. A My Little Pony coloring book. Cow Tails.

I guess maybe I haven't really changed as much as I thought. I'm okay with that. In fact, I think I'm going to go make a blanket fort and read Disney Adventures.




*I decided to revert a bit back to my song titles-post titles. Changing by The Airborn Toxic Event
**The other big thing I miss is a Wonder Ball. Google it. You'll see why. Those things where awesome.

Tony

This, surprisingly, has nothing to do with the Tonys. No. Not that.

No, I was thinking to myself about what my next post would be about and I realized it's been a while since I told you a story. A nice true story from my wonderful life.

So, I dug deep into the depths of my grey thinking matter and found just the story to tell you all.

The story of Tony.

It happened a few years ago, the week after my spring break. My fave cousins, Anna and Julia*, were here as it was their spring break. We had decided to go out to lunch, our families did, so they picked me up to school and we drove to Red Lobster.

Now here's what I can tell you about Red Lobster. They have really good biscuits.

That's about all I could say before this fated day. Now I can tell you that they have Tony.

So we arrived at the restaurant. Hungry, thirsty, a little bit excited to see each other in my cousins and I's case. We are seated and introduced to our waiter, a friendly fellow named Tony. Par normal restaurant standards, he took our drink orders. Now this is, in the story of Tony, his call to action. Or something.

Anna, Julia, and I get lemonade. There's nothing particularly special about it, we all suck it down like it's the first liquid we've seen in days. Being a good waiter Tony comes back and fills our glasses back up.

And that's when it gets weird.

Because every time he passed by since then, he filled our lemonade.

After that first gulp I never got the drink down past halfway. Heck, at one point he filled my glass, I took a drink, and he freaking filled it again!

I don't know what he learned in his training, maybe he was told that the costumer should never have to ask for a refill and he just took it to heart and soul. But I swear, if I would have managed to drink the whole glass, Tony would have dropped dead.

To make matters worse, we happened to have an inside joke about a Tony.** So Julia was reciting it, drawling out his name right as he walked past. He didn't say anything about it, or react in any other way than filling our glasses.

It got to the point that every time he walked past, we all pretended to be taking a really long drink. Which worked up until the point where he just stood there waiting.

So here I am, about to burst from to much lemonade consummation, and I'm taking a ridiculously long drink. Tony is just standing next to me holding the pitcher of lemonade and staring at me. So I hold his gaze, willing him to leave, and he just stands there. Finally I gave up the charade (because I needed to breath) and put down the glass. He filled it and moved on.

Really, in conclusion, I didn't finish my food because I was too full of lemonade.

I suppose he's the best service I'll ever have. I think of him often, normally when I'm staring at my empty cup of soda wishing for a refill.

*These are the cousins that I build legos with and stuff. They're really awesome
**The joke involves a garbage disposal being mistaken for a lemur named Tony...you'd of had to been there...

Shipper Heart

Dang my shipper heart.

I have one, for sure. It's painstakingly obvious in everything.
I've shattered the glass.

Now, I'll be watching something and there will be a comment, harmless. My brain jumps on it instantly.

"Who ships them?"

I just...see it. I'm reading a book*, Scars.

It's heavy stuff. Yet as I read, the slight plot line of romance is drowning me.

It's so obvious. Like how would I not?

Subtext.

Everywhere.

Jori, you all should know of that if you read religiously.

I was watching my brother beat Mass Effect 3, a passing scene and I ship two characters that I don't know.

It's like a gift. Or curse maybe.

Feelings, even a shippers, can be suffocating.

*When I read, I tend to be more...poetic in my words I suppose. I happen to be reading RIGHT NOW. I simply paused to make this post. You can probably tell that I am just by the way this is organized. Chaotic

So...

I guess I'm not like other kids.

I mean, I'm obviously not. I'm freaking Thunderbird.

I just am saying there's like...very little verisimilitude in saying that I am*.

For example I have a lot of pictures of my charming mug on Facebook. And due to the fact that I am not Barney Stinson or Zeddie Little, most of them are not wonderfully flattering. Most recently there was a photo that was taken of me at a dance. Me and my friends all together and all smiling...well...almost all smiling. My face was...impossible to describe. I'd post the photo in question but, I suspect you are all out to get me in some way so I'll just post the only picture I could find that looked somewhat like it.

Like this, but with no wrinkles and eyes...sorta anyways

I guess the best way to put it, the most unflattering picture of just a face that can ever exist.

Now I suppose most other girls my age would get rid of it. Ask their friend to take it down. It's really that horrid. I didn't do that though.

I made it my profile picture.

The most unflattering photo in the universe, is my profile photo.

The only thing people can see of me, unless we're friends, is the most unflattering photo in the world.

Maybe someday I'll stop being a paranoid android and post the photo...not today.

*Come on...I just used 'varisimlitude in a sentence. Granted I tweaked the meaning slightly but still...not normal

100

This post is very special. It just happens to be the 100th post I've made!

So I'd like to start it by thanking all the loyal reader that may or may not exist. 100 guys, looks like I am a bit of a blogger after all.

If this were a TV show I would proceed to have flashbacks to all my favorite posts.

It's not.

However that is a good idea and I will be using that soon.

Actually I just wanted to let you know (for no real reason) that I'm having a Warehouse 13 party today!

Complete with Twizzlers and cookies. It'll be a blast. But not...literally...

Also, today is June 1. Which means yesterday was DAM SAFETY AWARENESS DAY!

That's my favorite holiday.