For those former Encyclopedia Brown fans out there:
http://adamcadre.ac/content/brown/

Current Location: My Couch
Current Music: The Fan in the Bathroom. @#%!

You Know You're Addicted to LiveJournal When...

If you can't access the site, you have a minor freak out - and a major case of hitting reload. You found yourself composing journal entries during dates, movies, even sex! When you're out, you suddenly think of a witty reply to a comment somebody made to you... several days ago. You actually call it LJ and not Livejournal. Check. You've downloaded some sort of LJ program which has only the purpose of making entries easier to write without going on the site manually. You consider it a great offense if someone deletes you off their friend's list. The first thing you do every day when you go online is check your friends journals - even before checking your email. You actually paid money for a few extra pictures with a full account when you could actually just alternate pics when you want to for your screen icons. When your friends ask what's new, you get mad at them because you already wrote it in your LJ and they didn't check it yet. You have put more time into LJ than all your assignments for the semester. You have more friends on LJ than in real life. You've met at laest 50% of your LJ friends. You can't seem to call your friends by their real names - only LJ names will do. You've fallen in love with someone you met on LJ. You have posted about a party or get together on your LJ... and random strangers showed up. You are guilty of traveling more than an hour to meet someone with LiveJournal. (Extra points for traveling five hours or more) You've written a protected entry about one of your LiveJournal friends. (Extra points if they eventually found out about it) You have written posts to notify people you're going to sleep. You talk about your LJ friends to your real life friends all the time... like they're a part of your group. You've created a LJ community, and people actually post in it. You've been recognized in real live by a fellow LJ'er. You have friended someone because of their LiveJournal icon. You have "pity friends" on your list, who you would defriend if you could. You've pimped one of your friends on journal, trying to get people to friend him / her. Instead of doing research, you post difficult questions on your LiveJournal. Your pets all have their own LiveJournals. You know, right now, how many people have friended you (without peeking). You've stopped being friends with someone in real life because of something they've said on LJ. You're guilty of posting sexy or nude pictures to get more people to friend you. You have consoled yourself after a horrible day thinking "At least this will make a great LJ post" You're jealous of people who have more friends and / or comments than you. You have written a really great, solid post - only to be disappointed by the lack of good comments. You're guilty of commenting excessively to get more traffic to your journal. You've deleted a post a few minutes (or hours) after you've written it, because it seemed lame in retro spect. You give shout outs to all your LJ friends on their birthdays. You have an additional, secret journal that hardly anyone knows about. You've broken up with someone - or ended a friendship - soley via LiveJournal. You have gotten mean anonymous comments (bonus points for figuring out who it was via their IP) You've been reported (or reported someone) to LJ Abuse. You've been featured on LJ Drama. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are LJ addicts.

Current Mood: dorky

So, I'm not technically a geek. I know, because I've taken all the quizes. However, apparently, I'm a geek wannabe. See, my husband's a geek, and I have many geek friends who make me wait in line in the middle of the night to see the new Star Wars/Harry Potter movie on opening night.
They make me watch weird things against my will (read: anything Joss Whedon), and because they're well-written and well-produced, I find myself liking these weird things. I actually understand things like this:
Your results:
You are Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)

Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) 75% Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) 75% Wash (Ship Pilot) 70% Inara Serra (Companion) 60% Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) 55% Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) 40% River (Stowaway) 40% Derrial Book (Shepherd) 40% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) 35% A Reaver (Cannibal) 20% Alliance 20%

Dependable and trustworthy. You love your significant other and you are a tough cookie when in a conflict.

Click here to take the Serenity Personality Quiz


However, I drew the line the other night at attending the Buffy-oke night at The Loft. I will watch Buffy, but I REFUSE to attend a SING-A-LONG in an auditorium full of people dressed as 'veiny' Willow and 'vampire' Willow.
Just doesn't do it for me.

I know I'm married to a geek because he called me from said auditorium to tell me, "guess what, Hon? Everytime Dawn comes on the screen, we all have to shout, 'Shut Up, Dawn!' and we have to blow bubbles during the Willow/Tara love scene!"

Oh. My. God.

Heaven help me.

Dear Jerk~
You should know that you ARE a jerk. DO you know it? I think you do. I think you're okay with that.
Remember that time I told you not to talk down to me, and you said, "I'm not talking down to you, I CAN talk down to you if you want me to" and I said, "Not from THAT height you can't!"
Ah, those were the days.
Today...I couldn't come up with a comeback fast enough, so I'll scorn you by 'voicing' my wrath online for all...at least one or two friends...to see.
You're a selfish, demonic little PRICK and an insignificant little speck of dust on the hindquarters of a flea-bitten donkey that's been dead and buried for 3 months. That's how little you matter to the world at large.
No one can stand you...not even your wife. She's only with you because she's a materialistic pointless turd and she knows you'll buy her whatever she wants because you can afford it because you cheat the company by working 'per diem' (read: whenever you damn well feel like it) at a higher than it should be pay rate and they let you because they're short-staffed and desperate. *pause for breath*
You look like a rat, but you think you're all that because you read GQ and try to stay up on trends but you end up looking like an "off the rack" advertisement for a thrift shop in New Mexico, you snobby, pathetic MetroSexual Freak.
You wear pants that are too tight because you think it'll keep the clientele coming back, but the only reason they're staring at your crotch is because they're trying to figure out the brand name of the sock that you stuff it with...try checking the zipper you stupid, greasy, twitchy little mite on the ear of a horse that wouldn't even be accepted by Charles Ingalls as a gift on Christmas Day in the leanest year of his life!
Get a life! Get a job where you can work by yourself and not torture other people with your holier than thou attitude.
Jerk!

Current Mood: irate