I'm actually so hot, that my brain has finally fried into itty bitty peices of fried grey curd and I've snapped, becoming a fan girl. What does this mean? This means I have to make a Uninhabited Planet Survive fanlisting. I'm doing this because today I had a relapse and reverted back to age 11 and joined a bunch of fanlistings and was very sad when I didn't find one for UPS. Sad, sad I tell you.

So, if you've seen it, and want to join, let me know and I'll pop a link when it's done. If you haven't seen it, you should, because it's cute. Until then, I'm off to go have a Jr. High moment.

The Haiku Of The Day:
It's hot goddamnit.
It's never going to cool down,
and I shall melt here.

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I'm pleased to announce the victors of the Balloonympics were The Carnivores, triumphing over The Chia Pets 6 to 5. One point victories are always the sweetest. I'd also like to mention now, that I did not pick their team names, they named themselves.

It was a close one though, in most of the games they played (Three rounds of seven different games and then a war) they ended up tied, the teams were pretty even too, which was surprising because I let the team captains pick team members, instead of just having them do a random draw. They even picked the four-year-olds, I was so proud.

It was absolutely a big hit, they even asked for a 'rematch' Balloonympics in August. The Chia Pets were pretty sad about losing, but they perked up when I gave out the prizes. All in all I gave away about 2000 dollars (Not real money, mind you, but the money the YCC uses in the YCC Store. It's almost as good, because I sell high quality junk). Prizes were 100 bucks to everyone who played, 20 to each on the winning team, and then 10 dollar prizes for things I made up as I was filling them out. These were like "Best Balloon Sitter" and "Best Wetter Getter". My personal favorite was "Best Chin Balloon Passer", it takes talent, you know, to pass a balloon with your chin.

I only got hit in the face with one balloon, and although I was asked repeatedly "Can I hit you?" nobody really did. (because I told them no, because I'm seriously mean like that) So, I didn't end up as wet as I thought I would, it was more like a consistent dampness then a complete soaking. Please refrain from any jokes, I promise you I've exhausted them all.

Also, the camping trip is a go, if anyone wants to tag along. July 17th, you don't even have to bring a tent, because I've secured a huge two-room one. Oh, and I'm making s'mores. How can you turn that down?

My lips are so chapped that they bleed when I talk. I swear this is not related to the ship of sailors that I visited recently. I have some Burts Bees lip balm stuff, it seems to be helping. It's rather unattractive to be talking to someone and have blood trickling down your chin, people start to get the wrong impressions of you.

About the movie - I'll just post what I've been telling everyone: no matter what your political leanings everyone should see the movie. Even if it is biased against Bush, there is still truth in there that everyone deserves to know. Just go see it, and form an opinion for yourself. Don't just take the word of the government because they're the government, or the media because their the media, or other reviewers. If that's not enough for you, here is a fun snippet of information from Harper's Index:

Minimum number of misleading statements on Iraq made by the Bush Administration's top officials since March 2002 : 237 [Committee on Government Reform (Washington, D.C.) ]

All the more reason just go see it and form an opinion on what you think, instead of being told it. Besides, sheepyness isn't as sexy as some people think it is.

Now, I'm off to the bank and to the feed store. If you're wondering, I go to the feed store not to play with the squeaky dog toys (honest) but to buy animal food. The squeaky dog toys are just an added bonus.

I had something else to post about, but I'll do it later. For now, it's time for the haiku of the day:
I like home shopping.
It's like going to the store,
Without all the smells.

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I haven't posted my opinion of the movie, but I will as soon as I get back. The last couple days have been completely hectic and I haven't really been home at all, (and when I've been home, I've been on the phone. I think I've spend 15 of the last 38 hours on the phone. You'd think I'd have something worthwhile to say in all that time, but I didn't) instead I've been gallivanting about town getting myself into trouble.

Today is the Balloonympics (a day in which two teams go head-to-head in mad phat balloon splatting action games for prizes) and I have to rush out of here early to set up the game stations and finish filling up the 300+ balloons left that aren't yet full of freezing cold water. With a hose. Oh yes, how thrilled am I. My fingers are already all wrinkly and swollen from filling and tying those balloons. I hate tying balloons. I'll give you a cookie and a stack of meat if you do it for me.

So far, I've already had five pop on me this morning from the huge bag of filled balloons I wrestled into the back of the car. I'm completely soaked. Water balloons + games + prizes + kids = cold. It should be a very, very wet day, and depending on your outlook, it may or may not be the fun kind of wet.

Anyway! More postings later, but for now, the haiku of the day:

Win dollars for you!
Win dollars for your teammates!
With splatting balloons.

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I guess I'm going to see this tomorrow.

Now mind you, I'm not the type of person who voices their opinions loudly to everyone with in earshot, and certainly not about politics. Even those who know me may not be aware of my views on our current mess of so called leadership and my plans on where my vote is going in November. I don't watch every political show out there, or follow talk radio, (Although I have watched and snorted on occasion at certain people on Crossfire and actually enjoy Air America) and I don't fill my blog with pages and pages of politics because most of the time I find the stance taken by most people on most issues completely irrational and don't even want to go there. (Like the whole "Think Of The Children!" stance on gay marriage. You couldn't think up anything better then that old line? Not only is it overused, but it has absolutely no reasonable application on the subject. Children are in no way maimed or scarred by two people who love each other getting married. Unless, of course, you don't want them to learn what a commitment is and how to follow through with it.)

I do believe the war in Iraq, 9/11 and other incidents were handled in, not only a grossly horrible fashion, but in selfish, self-promoting and immature manners that blatantly disregarded the lives, liberties and safety of not only the people here in America, but in other countries as well. These opinions are formed by the fact that there is far too many circumstances telling us all that Bush and his cronies are doing a Very Bad Job, then there is telling us otherwise.

It will be interesting to watch this, and see what it has to say. I'll post tomorrow after I go see it, and let you know what I think.

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During the logging of things for a database, Robin came across a childcare named, I kid you not:

The Young and The Restless Childcare

I can picture little John and Marshas duking it out over who's the real father of that Cabbage Patch Doll. It is both completely terrifying and hysterical all at the same time.

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Part of the Runlk (that's a mixture of walking and pathetic "running" I do in the morning. The running part is more lies then actual running) I do every day consists of walking around a local schools track. Four times around the track = one mile. Yes, this is cheating, but if I actually walk the two and some odd miles through neighborhoods I get distracted by peeping in uncurtained windows, and if I'm caught doing that again, I violate my parole.

Walking around this thing over and over makes me dizzy. About the ninth time around I'm starting to think it's time to get off the ride. Plus, it turns my shoes red. The track isn't one of those fancy-shamshy tracks that are paved or even covered with that rubber stuff they cover playgrounds with. Nope, it's good covered by good ole fashioned house-of-ill-repute sawdust. This isn't so bad, as long as you don't walk around it with bare feet. Trust me on that one.

There is a sawdust/barkdust mill around here, and they have huge piles of the stuff just glistening in the sun. It just sits there, and nobody pays attention to it. I always wondered what it would be like to sneak in and sled down one of those five story high piles of sawdust. Painful, itchy and probably conjuring a few tears, but would the rush of sliding down a huge mountain of sawdust be worth it? Would it? Would you make it to the bottom, or would you get stuck somewhere in the middle and sink down inside the pile of quickdust until you drowned? How would you climb up to the top without sliding back down? How would you get it out of your hair? I'll pay someone two bucks and a cookie to find out for me.

Anyway, I should quit posting blathering nonsense and get back to work. I'm sorry I don't have more witty or thought provoking things to talk about, I promise to work harder on that tomorrow, or maybe the next day.

Oh, before I forget: Hark! Tis Yon Haiku of Thy Day! -

I have some good tea,
It has vanilla and mint,
And if I drank, Schnapps.

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Fred was pretty livid yesterday, according to the Federal Aid office he doesn't qualify for FA because he, in the eyes of that particular government office, is still a dependent, and mother makes too much money. Even though he hasn't lived with or 'depended' on her for a good handful of years now.

Of course, we all know the real reason he can't get help is because, thanks to his sexual preferences, he is a wealthy man, and is hiding it from the IRS. Oh, and he's not sharing with me, because he's a weasel turd.

Regardless of that however, it really started me wondering. Why is the cut off date for dependence in the eyes of the FA people 23/24? How annoying is that? You can vote at 18, you can drink at 21, but until you're 23 or 24 the government thinks your mommy and daddy should be paying for your classes and picking out your pencil cases for you. (My mom isn't allowed to do this for me anymore, because she always gets me the ones with the boy bands on them, and that's so uncool.)

I moved out of my moms house when I was 18, and got very tired of having to run back and get copies of her taxes and her signature on things because they had deemed me dependent. If I was such a dependent, then why was the power company still billing me and not billing her each month? I don't feel it's my 'families responsibility' (as the lovely lady in the office told him) to pay for my college.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying tax payers should pay for it either (actually, I think higher education should be available to everyone and be much more affordable or even, god forbid, free, that way everyone who wanted to go could go without all the rigmarole) I do think it's your own responsibility, but college is expensive, and with the lovely cost of living right now, who can afford it? Lord knows I can't, and I'm dang sure my mom can't afford to pay for mine either. I do think that the age that the FA stops viewing applicants as dependent should be 18.

Everyone has the right to learn, and it irks me to high heaven that Fred - a brilliant, albeit smelly, man - might not get to go to college because our government is contradictory and unreliable.

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I'm a big poopyhead.

Tornarius is the sexiest man I've ever seen.

Yeah. I'm a butthead too!

And I get paid for it.

WRONG! It goes like this:

I am elegant and beautiful and have fantastic magical powers!

Tornarius is the hairiest man I've ever seen!

He eats worms and wears diapers!

He gets paid for it!

Take that, mister man! And I'm changing my password too!

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Updates updates everywhere. I've already walked 2.5 miles, drank a half gallon of water, posted to all blogs I'm involved with.

The updating includes even DS, where I had to 'borrow' someone's account to send myself an invitation for it, because he hasn't. He hasn't because he's lazy, or because he really didn't want me to have anything to do with it anyway, even if it was my idea.

If I turn up dead today, it's because that irked him (or because he found out that I'm stalking his cutie patootie) and you know who to go after.

Now I am about ready to tackle my morning work load. I've got a bunch to do today, including some seriously boring meetings and an appointment with the FA office. I could also fall asleep at the wheel and die when I hit the port-o-potty. It could happen.

What a productive little girl I am! I should give myself a raise, or even better, the rest of the day off.

And lo, the haiku of the day:

What lazy people!
Get up at 5 AM
And walk with me too.

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I am being struck with the urge to travel, especially to travel overseas. Partly inspired by the disgusting friends I have who are currently or were just recently on trips and sent me postcards, I'm also drawn by the fact that I really like traveling and want to try my hand at some international stuff.

I love exploring new places (I get lost in every new town I go to on purpose, it drives some people I know nuts), and seeing new things. I want more culture and I really feel like traveling is something I need to do before I hit Med school anyway. It's a need, I can't explain it, but I really feel I have to do some traveling very soon.

Traveling is also one major factor in my choice to apply for the Peace Corps in 2006, not because it's an easy way to travel (I'm not that deluded) but it will offer me a chance to see another culture while fulfilling my bizarre need to be of service.

Traveling will also be a great way to take a break from the circumstances and situations around me, to walk away and come back with a fresh perspective on stuff. It'll be cleansing, I need that.

So perhaps it's time to start planning something. Some trip that will just be relaxing and fun and maybe involving hostels and backpacks. Any suggestions on good places to go, and cheap ways of doing it?

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I'm currently in the process of planning a camp out for the YCC that will take place sometime in July or August depending on what the final plans are. (OMSI is currently having a camp-in where you get to sleep in the submarine they have on display there, it's very tempting, but is also 45 dollars a person.)

This thing started from a simple sleepover at the Center into a possible two/three day trip. The Center has had (has had...ah) wonderful luck with their adult camp outs in the past, so I figure, the YCC camp out should be just as successful. It will be a good way to spend a few days this summer.

I am looking for a few brave and patient adults to accompany me on this trip, so if you're interested (and don't mind spending two days straight with a couple dozen kids) and are in the area drop me a line. We're going to stay in teepees. It's really cool, then again, I'm really nine years old and just pretending to be twenty-four, so of course I think so.

The only thing that has me worried is the possible possibility of possible outhouses. I have Sanophobia, I've tried something for it but it just didn't work. Outhouses are terrifying. I think it stems from far too many horror movies in which people are grabbed down through dark holes in shabby wooden buildings to their sewage-laced doom. I'm also unsettled by public restrooms, not just because they're disgusting, but because they're scary.

In other news, I have FA papers to drop off tomorrow so I get funding for next term. It would be a shame to not be able to go in Fall because I didn't get the proof that they gave me funding last term to them. I have a couple appointments in the morning beyond that for work, and then I get to spend the rest of the day finishing up some courses that are due up before the end of the month.

I am so, so very boring. And with that lousy update on my extremely norm life, I leave you with the haiku of the day:

Outhouses are bad!
You can fall in them and die,
Drowning from the sludge.

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By the way, Happy Fathers Day to all you fathers out there, and of course, the haiku of the day:

Today is Sunday,
I'd rather be asleep now,
But instead I suffer.

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I've got to get to the YCC early today and submit the new schedule to be put in the Center's newsletter. I also need to talk to a few people about a couple of activities I'd like to do this summer. None of it involves selling children to Gypsies, but it should still be fun.

Today we are making glow-in-the-dark light switch covers, so if you're in the area, just drop on by. We'll be outside today, so just come around back to find us. I think anyway, if it gets too hot I might decide to stay in our room, since we have AC in there.

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In protest of the heat (It's supposed to be 92 today but it's already 85 outside and is only 11, so I'm expecting a good 100 today) I am playing hookey someplace with a pool.

You can come if you want, just no naked swimming.

Haiku for today:
Sunburned I shall be,
Because it just never fails,
Between house and car.

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Welding is going on today. They're producing some tool prototype for their company and it involves welding. It also involves a whole wide range of curses that would make any sailor proud.

Welding is this very odd sort of thing. People actually pay to get degrees in welding, yet, you can go blind doing it. Where's the upside in that? I guess part of it is cool because you can pretend you're some weird mad scientist in some lab welding together pieces of your new husband/wife/significant other/dog.

Welding: it's the inspiration for the haiku of the day:

The welder smells bad,
Making my screen flickery,
And blinding neighbors.

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After a horribly cruel week of waiting, I have my grades:

70910 ATH A
71285 MTH A
74958 PSY A
75254 WR A

I'm in shock. Seriously. I knew Psych was an A because the Prof posted it, and I figured Writing and NAS were both A's because I'd aced everything up to the final, and I couldn't have bombed bad enough on the final to get anything less, in theory of course. But.....

Whoah. Math? Math is an A? There has to be some mistake. This has to be like that lone, mysterious credit Robin got for beginning Jazz Dance that she never took. A fluke. A freak of nature. If it is though, don't notify the college, I'd rather just have them be oblivious to their mistakes and give me all A's next term too.

I have a TRiO appointment at 2:30, and while I'm out and about I'm going to pick up Buddy's library card for him. He signed up for the summer reading program. I still say they should have one for adults, I would do it. I promise not to read anything inappropriate.

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IBOM's been around for a while now. It will celebrate it's fourth birthday in March of next year, which is surprising because it hasn't felt like it's been four years. Time does go fast when you're having fun with sailors doesn't it?

In that four years though, I haven't posted as much as some people, and maybe my posts haven't been of any noticeable quality whatsoever, but it's been fun all the same.

At the time of this posting, there are exactly 100 posts to go before IBOM reaches it's 1000th post. It may not be a whole lot in the grand scheme of Bloggerland, and it may have taken me a awfully long time to get here, but whadda know, 1000 posts.

Hopefully the 100 posts it takes to get to the 1000th aren't crap, but I make no promises. Of course, my dear three readers, I suppose if you've been with me this long, nothing short of naked pictures is going to scare you away. Loyalty, I like that in a stalker.

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Oh, a haiku for today:

Cheap bread is crappy,
It makes your sandwich crumble,
And fingers get gross.

Ok, that was a bad one, I'll do better tomorrow.
It's been a year, for those of you involved, since CTF has opened. I am very frustrated with myself over my lack of progress and not meeting my goals, but I can change that.

Starting today I will be posting over there daily, as well as sticking to the program I had picked. Also, I'll be posting at TPC too, because nobody posts there anymore either.

Those of you who are also in CTF I challenge you (yes! challenge! WOO!) to post daily and really get back into the swing of your stuff. I encourage it not only because I know you can do it, but because I don't want to do it alone.
To update on the computer, I did (with the help of a friend) what I thought would work, and it didn't. So, being completely out of ideas, I gave the computer back along with a ton of very heartfelt apologies.

I feel bad. I feel bad and I couldn't fix it.I feel bad, couldn't fix it, and they paid me anyway. This has got to be some sort of sin.


A computer was unceremoniously dropped off here a few days ago in the hopes that I could fix whatever in the world is wrong with it. I don't know how I became everyone and their Uncles' red headed step-child's Computer Tech, but here I am.

I am now convinced, after a slew of trial, error, and attempts to pry my own fingernails off in frustration, that I have to uninstall and re-install Dial Up Networking.

This is scary. I don't like the idea of removing files that could potentially make Windows decide to go belly-up (it does that just fine on it's own, it doesn't need any extra help from me). On my own computer? Yeah, alright, I can handle that. I would cry, but I'm pretty sure I would live. On someone elses though? The thought is terrifying, mostly because I have no interest in buying them a new system.

So, as soon as I'm done working for today it's off I go to try and see if I can get plumes of rainbow colored smoke to come out of the tower. Wish me luck, yeah?

A haiku for today:
Hate Thee Microsoft!
With your faulty softwareness,
And stupid ding sounds.


I have albums at ImageStation, but all of the photos are coming up 'This picture is unavailable, please try back at a later time'. Does anyone else have ImageStation, and is anyone else having this problem? Not that my pictures were that important, but most of them there I don't have anymore and I'd hate to lose all those fantastically artistic shots of Enchanted Forest.

I'm adding some more albums today for the heck of it. I'll post links to them later, so you can cyber-stalk me. Doesn't that sound like fun? I thought so too.

Haiku for today:
Oh, summer divine!
Fun, water, blooming flowers,
And sore sun induced blisters.


Fred and I on the loomingingness of Med school in our future, and it's accompanied financial ruin.

Rhea Rhyolin: How much is it? 3000000000?
Saetan SaDiablo: 300000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Saetan SaDiablo: And 99 cents.
Rhea Rhyolin: Well, thats that for me, I only have 299999999999999999999999999999999999.89
Rhea Rhyolin: I can't go, oh well..
Saetan SaDiablo: We're freaks.
Rhea Rhyolin: I can't find anyplace where it says what it costs
Rhea Rhyolin: Looking at about 30k a year
Rhea Rhyolin: so $120,000 for four years
Saetan SaDiablo: For your MD
Saetan SaDiablo: And then another 2 years for specializaion.
Saetan SaDiablo: specialization.
Rhea Rhyolin: So too damn much
Saetan SaDiablo: But
Saetan SaDiablo: They offer loans and scholarships.
Rhea Rhyolin: Wowee! So I can flunk out of med school AND be in debt!
Saetan SaDiablo: We're totally gonna die.
Rhea Rhyolin: Well, at least we'll be starving med students together
Saetan SaDiablo: Yeah! We can hunt rats and eat 'em.
Rhea Rhyolin: Hell no, I want me some squirrel
Saetan SaDiablo: Call me Houser.
Saetan SaDiablo: Doogie Houser.
Rhea Rhyolin: More like Hoser


Also, this is the most adorable game on the planet. It's also free. Free is good. Come sign up, and let me know what your name is, yeah?
I just got back from Lane's Eighth Grade Graduation, it was long, and long, but it was fun. Lane is now off bowling for her 8th Grade Party, she leaves on Friday to spend a week with a friend trampsing around some amusement park someplace. I'm really proud of her, she's even single handled signed herself up for Volleyball and Color Guard camps for the summer to make sure she doesn't fall behind.

I bought her a stuffed bear (she collects them) some balloons and a frame to put her certificate in. Fun fun. I took some pictures, I'll stick them online later.

I'm off in about 15 minutes to do the very final Final of the term. Hallelujah. I've seriously enjoyed going back to school, and I'm so glad I've managed to finish this Term, all while trying to convince myself I still have all A's. I am however, very sure, that math is not one, but I won't know until the 17th because they like to jerk me around as much as possible.

I'm taking the summer off so. I have so much business trips and garbage to take care of that I can't do both without missing classes. Maybe now that classes are out for a while I'll actually get my sense of humor back, oh, and sleep. I love sleep.


I'm off to Tillamook, even though it's driving 150 odd miles for a meeting, it'll be nice to get away from stuff for the day. I love the beach, and I plan on spending at least five minutes there.

Of course, this also means I lose an entire day of studying for finals.

Someone put soap in the fountain near my house. I'll take a picture and post it because it amuses me.


I have an appointment with TRIO today at 11:30. I also have an Exam at 2, and then three quizzes at 3. So all of this means I'll miss my brothers graduation from grade school because it starts at 1:30, so there is no way I can be there and at my exam.

This makes me sad. :( But unfortunatly there is nothing I can do about it. I'm having pictures taken though, so I'll have some of those.

I'm so so so happy today is Friday, this week has been disgustingly long. Next week should be better, I've got Math final on Tuesday, Psych final on Wendsday and NAS final on Thursday and then I'm all done with this term. The Prof. changed the final from Proctored to home/open book so I love him now.

Anyway, I'm off. I'll start posting more once finals are over with. Promise.


I lost at bowling, 87 to a 127. The 127 was bowled by a 3 1/2- year-old. I had a complete blast, and plan on going bowling again soon. I only threw the ball the wrong way once!

So it's time to get back to work and studying. I goofed more this last weekend then I have in months. I played a bunch of Multiplayer games, and a million games of Zoo Tycoon (which is so addictive). I needed the time to get my brain out of study mode though and give myself a break.

Today is another long day of tests, classes, and studying. The library is open until midnight for the majority of the week, so I'm thinking about taking advantage of that. So I really should get going, insted of sitting here avoiding it.

I need a cell.