Arrant Nonsense

And now I want a bacon-wrapped Snickers bar. I hate my brain.

In other news, it is snowing like a right bastard and has been for over two hours. And I got (yet another) rejection today, so I shipped the thing off to the place that's going to publish me soon. Now, Sold Soul is very very different from Zombies!, but I hope the editor likes that one too. Enough to buy it.

Of course, I hope that every time.

Words? What are these "words" to which you refer?

We're going to see Wreck-It Ralph this afternoon. Everyone I know who has seen it has loved it, so.

Avalanche Skiing on the Olympics this afternoon, on a little bio-thing they did for someone or other.

I THOUGHT I MADE THAT UP.

Seriously, I used it as a throwaway line for Alex after Ben punches him in the face when he thinks he's hallucinating. Because Alex is an adrenaline junkie with poor impulse control who participates in extreme sports.

Just goes to show that truth can be just as strange as fiction.

Living proof that people. Will buy. ANYTHING.

...at least it's sterilized reindeer poop? With glitter. Maybe Edward Cullen could buy some for Bella.

The new Fox "reality" show, "The Moment of Truth" is the worst idea for a TV show ever. Y/N?

In other news, I did a google image search for the bird I kept seeing in Arizona. I knew it was some sort of thrasher, so I searched "arizona thrasher" and on the second page I got a pic of...

Santa.

Lying on his stomach.

Wearing nothing but his hat, boots, and beard.

Scarred. For. Life.

*claws eyes*

Is it just me, or does the idea of "Bee Gees Night" on American Idol give anyone else the screaming horrors? edit: Oh gawd, they're singing TWO songs each tonight. Save me?

In other news, the crazy is strong at customers_suck today. Dude...

In other other news, I just broke 500 words on the Astrobiology and the Sacred fic. *eyeshift* Why, no, that's not Fred. Really.