I said I'd post more often and just say what I was thinking, so here it is, my own Question of the Day: What is your favorite game show? I've been sitting on my couch watching Family Feud for an hour and a half now, and I've decided that for me, it probably comes second only to The Price Is Right for me. I will never stop loving The Price Is Right--I love how it's been able to stand the test of time. Not only is it still exciting and fun, it's still got that super groovy set.
Without a doubt, my favorite more-obscure game show was Supermarket Sweep. I practically peed my pants just thinking about it right now. As a little girl I desperately wished I was older so my mom and I could go on the show--I feel 100% certain that between her knowledge and my boundless energy for shopping and running around (especially if I'm running towards food), we would've wiped the floor with our competitors. And one of my best memories from my childhood was when my mom set the house up with all my Fisher Price kitchen food, priced it, and let me re-enact the game show. (Looking back at how much work that must've been for her--man, that is some nice mommy-age right there.)
So neighborhood, what's your all time favorite game show? Your favorite less-known one or one other people don't seem to like? If you could go on any game show, what would it be?
Two years or so ago I posted about popcorn lung and challenged my Vox neighbors to find me a disease with an equally ridiculous nickname. Without realizing it thedrummer17 has successfully done it (while commenting on another neighbor's post). Ladies and gentlemen, I give you phossy jaw.
Now don't get me wrong--there is nothing hilarious about the actual diseases themselves. As with popcorn lung, this disease's real name ("phosphorus necrosis of the jaw") is a much darker, more appropriate description of what sounds like a pretty awful thing to suffer through. But the nicknames, people. I've been wanting to use my "diseases with ridiculous nicknames" tag again, and finally the day is upon us. "Phossy jaw" lacks the laughably superhero-sounding quality of "popcorn lung" (I imagine a man in Spandex with a popped kernel emblazoned across his chest who breathes not fire, but popcorn at his enemies--"Bad guys dare not risk the buttery retribution of Popcorn Luuuuuung!!! BAM! POW! POP-POP-POP!"), but does possess a sort of adorable quality, like the diminutive nickname you'd assign a bulldog puppy actually named Phosophocles Jowlsey McMandible the Third. ("What're you doin, lil Phossy Jaw? You drop that shoe!")
It's also interesting to note that both of these diseases affect(ed) factory workers who suffered prolonged exposure to what turned out to be dangerous elements. I mean, is this some kind of fad?! Who decided the proletariat should suffer not only terrible working conditions, but lighthearted nicknames for their diseases?! Shameful!
So thank you, Nick, for bringing this disease to my attention.
Today I was thinking about how everyone I was friends with on LJ seems to have abandoned ship (and I've done the same). I started going back through one of my two old accounts, and I came across a few things I thought I'd bring over here. Since I maintained one LJ account from late 2004 to early 2008 and another from 2001 to 2006, I'm going to limit myself to rereading a year's worth o' blog-age at a time. (And since I started this Vox account in August 2006, there may be a bit of overlap.) This is mostly for my own benefit, so don't expect any incredible examples of writing here. Or even anything interesting.
- First is this post from November 2007. Maybe I should first point out that I have always been amused at the alert you get when you try to remove a flash drive your computer is still accessing: "The device cannot be stopped right now. Try stopping the device again later." It never fails to make me think of the song "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen, and I imagine my flash drive is dancing up a storm and will not be interfered with. The post:
Just now, when I tried to "safely remove" my memory card from my computer, I got the "I don't think so" sound (which is a lot friendlier on Vista than on XP, I might add) and an information box that said... nothing. It had an exclamation point, and no message whatsoever. Apparently, Windows was just surprised I tried to remove my memory card.
- Next: I posted this video in September of 2007 and noted that I recognized about half the references--I couldn't decide if this meant I spent too much time on the Internet or not enough. Now, almost 2 years later, the answer seems clear, as I recognize almost every single reference.
- Then, from July 2007, this image, which still makes me laugh:
- Also from July 2007, my initial profanity-ridden post about disappointment over a final grade that turned out to be incorrect (I believe I whined about this incident on Vox as well) yielded this nugget:
And apparently I've moved out of the "massive disappointment" stage about [my grade] and into the "uncontrollable rage." It's sort of like knowing a cake is done; if you put a toothpick into the cake, and it comes out clean, the cake is done. If you put a toothpick into my paragraph and it comes out covered in the word "fuck," I'm not done being upset yet.
- From May 2007, another picture that makes me laugh endlessly:
- From April 2007, I found a post with the title "blame english 305..." and all it says in the post is "BALLSACK!" I have no idea what that meant then, but it made me laugh a lot right now.
- From March 2007, when I had apparently been playing a LOT of Legend of Zelda:
While walking towards my gate here in good ol' Dallas/Ft. Worth, I passed this guy who randomly decided it would be wise to stretch in public by putting his things down and pushing against the nearest wall. After fighting the nearly irresistible urge to remove my iPod's earbuds just long enough to say, "Sorry, that wall doesn't move; I already tried it," then walk off leaving him feeling as stupid as he looked, I thought: What if he actually moves the wall, and then the Zelda you-found-a-secret music played?
Bee da doo daa doo doo doo doo!
...They shouldn't let me have three hour layovers anymore.
- Also from March, this poem I composed upon realizing I'd lost a sheet of staff paper where I'd written my first (and only) 12-tone row. (Note that when moving this past April, I found this piece of paper and threw it away. Ha!):
I then went on to declare that if I ever got a dog I'd name him Row-ver Schoenberg.
- And last but not least, there was this post from February 2007:
Hey, everybody! Something new and different is about to hit the United States: a $1 coin!!!
...Oh wait. We've already had a $1 coin?
Well, we've never had a gold one!!!
...What? We already had that too?
(Does anyone even remember that coin? Because I sure don't.)
I'm in the process of putting together a long post. To make a long story short, in writing it I was distracted by the website ThinkGeek.com, which has apparently undergone some major changes and is described by its banner as "NOW WITH MORE AWESOME!" Apparently, to fit in the extra awesome they laid off a little bit of the math, as suggested by the ROCKIN' SALE PRICE on this item:
I posted about The Curious Case of Benjamin Button after I first saw it in theaters--I'd been looking forward to it for MONTHS, I'd read the short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and I was not disappointed. Tonight I successfully managed to watch it a second time (the first time I tried, I was too emotional and had to stop lest I spend the night depressed).
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Oh wait, that's not relevant. But still important!
Things I Loathe:
- Waking up with a headache! Seriously, how does that happen unless you go to bed with one? This one was conjured out of nowhere.
- Spending an hour and fifteen minutes at the doctor's office for literally about 3 minutes of face time with the doctor.
- Obsessive tendencies.
- The outrageous expense of name-brand cereals. And the fact that a knock-off for MultiGrain Cheerios, possibly the tastiest Cheerios ever (after, of course, Team Cheerios. which were THE BEST. And come to think of it, I think MultiGrain Cheerios is the same thing only without Frosted Cheerios.)
- How long I am capable of prattling on about Cheerios. And how I become so distracted when talking about cheerios, that I forgot to finish my initial thought about Cheerios--which was that a knock-off for MultiGrain Cheerios doesn't exist.
Things I Love:
- Brian is consistently nice to me. And brings me medicine. And makes me food. <3
- Mario Kart Wii! I keep taking a few weeks off this game and when I return to it, I become obsessed.
- Reading. And more specifically: the freedom to read whatever the hell I want. I don't know if it's "chick lit" and I don't particularly care, but I bought The Time-Traveler's Wife and started it today.
- STORMS! I have been longing for some rainy days and it seems they're upon us here in Alabama. Mmmm, thunder. I should probably not be on the computer.
- College, apparently. 3 weeks from today I'll be starting classes again--not as a full time student, though. I'm embarking on a semester of experimentally pursuing a second bachelor's in Psychology. I'm too lazy to go into the details of why I'm doing this here, but I'm sure a future post is forthcoming.
- This video, which I have watched/listened to over and over again today:
I'm not ashamed to be enamored of* Twitter. My love has gone to a new level, though; I've started a second account. I have two reasons: first, I want a public account, but I'd still like to hang on to a more personal account where I follow friends. Second, I have always wanted to do a haiku-only Twitter account! It's not an original idea by any means, but I think it'll be fun for me. And that's all that's important, right? Right.
So anyway, if you're one of the millions of Tweeple out there, feel free to follow my all-haiku account. (Who knows, maybe my burst of 140-character, syllabically-strict creativity will inspire certain Twitter-phobes to try it out? :D) If you're not already following my other account, there's a linkie.
*I AM ashamed to not understand why it's "enamored of" and not "enamored with," which is what sounds right to me. Can anyone explain this? It's like my troubles with how to properly use "comprise" all over again.
