Concerning Appearance

I really don't give my own personal appearance much thought. I make sure my hair isn't sticking up, but that's about it. I mean c'mon, I walk into a sushi bar wearing an old lady wig for Pete's proverbial sake. But seriously. I wear my clothes accordingly: Make sure it doesn't make me look like a moron. Check. Is it comfortable? Check. Ok, good to go.

That being said, I generally have no sense of fashion. I usually get my clothes at salvation army, or I get them for free through other means(gifts). *shrug* Now maybe with one of those makeover crews, and some nuclear physicists behind them supervising the project, then they might get somewhere with me. But I'm not holding my breath.

Ehh, this was just a random thought, I guess.

Here's a random quote for no reason:
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams; We are world losers and world forsakers. Yet we are the movers and shakers of the Worlds seams."

Death To Extention Cords!

Right. So I was out doing some yardwork today.. gathering up leaves, mowing, etc and such. I was using an electric leaf blower to gather the leaves in a pile, since I didn't feel like raking the infuriatingly dry pieces of crap.

 Walking back and forth around the yard in an attempt to direct the leaves into a pile near the center of my yard proved a trifle more complicating that I had originally guessed. The wind offered some backfiring to my leaf blowing, but that wasn't the main antagonist here.

It was the damned extension cord! During my traversing back n' forth acrossed the yard, the cord had somehow gotten wrapped around my feet and various bits of lawn furniture. It felled me a few times. I got back on my feet each time, but the damned cord was ever so persistent in keeping me grounded.

I swear it was out to get me. But no matter, I conquered it in the end. I showed it who was boss. Wrapped the fucker up. So it sits in the shed, plotting its next course of action and devious plans to ground me once again. Time will tell, time will tell...