Cheer Up, Emo Kid!

A good time for me is gnawing on a Moon Pie and reading webcomics. One Rather cool one I found was called "Cheer Up, Emo Kid!" It actually makes me feel normal.

http://www.cheerupemokid.net/index.php/2008/10/10/truth

Chipmunks roasting on an open fire...

It's Christmas Eve, and that means one thing... I just don't know what that one thing is. For me, Christmas is a time of loneliness and melancholy as my friends leave to be surrounded by their supportive families and I'm left cleaning up the kitchen and taking care of the cat. This year, I have my own apartment (despite my ex and roommate). The holiday seems a bit better now that I can put together my own tree, string up the lights that I want, and get the opportunity to avoid eggnog! Woo!

Visit the Moon (as sung by Ernie from Sesame Street)

I thought it was my imagination that the moon looked gigantic last night- a beautiful, glowing orb of pale luminescence adorning the sky... Apparently, the moon was closer to the earth last night than it has been in 15 years, as documented by an article in the Daliy Mail (British newspaper). Here's a link to it: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1094097/Over-moon-The-lunar-spectacle-bigger-brighter-missed-it.html

To anyone who didn't see it, or did see it and grasp what all the fuss is about, just know that it's the MOON! I love the moon because it's pretty and mysterious, and unreachable (by Greyhound, anyway).

I leave you with these lyrics, to get more in the mood of what I saw last night, staring up at the big, softly shiny rock up there:

Well I'd like to visit the moon,

on a rocket ship high in the air.

Yes, I'd like to visit the moon,

but I don't think I'd like to live there.

Though, I'd like like to look down from the earth from above,

I would miss all the places and people I love

so although I might like for one afternoon

I don't wanna live on the moon.

Will The Real Ms. Shortcake Please Stand Up?

Admittedly, I was never the greatest fan in the world of Strawberry Shortcake. I did, however, think she was pretty cute, and darned lucky to live in a dessert- world and not gain a pound. Then I saw something that made me... upset.

Wtf, mate? Who the bleep is this? The Shortcake I'm familiar with at least looked like this:

I would even accept the somewhere-in-between version that tried to be modern and ended up kind of reminding me of Saved By the Bell:

Maybe I'm not the only one. Maybe you're reading this right now, thinking, hey- I've seen that impostor before! Or maybe you're saying, Riddy, I do not understand. Riddy, this is not a big deal. To that I say, it IS a big deal! First Tinkerbell looks like a Las Vegas stripper, and now this???? Where does it end? Does Raggedy Ann get blue leather thigh-highs a miniskirt soon? Gah, I'm too angry to type. I should go do work or something.

Look, Ma! I'm Blogging!

It took a life-changing event to get me to write again, I hope I can finish one post before I get bored and listless again. Wow, it's gray out there. I'm currently on my break and can think of NOTHING to do except crosswords and blogging. This has to be the most depressing first blog ever. Time to stop. I'll update with something better soon, I promise.