Happy new year, everyone, and welcome to the first Wesoteric entry of 2006! While others were out partying and getting drunk on New Year's Eve, I spent a quiet night in the house watching Mean Girls (given Lacey Chabert's hotness, I forgive her for her involvement with the atrocious Bratz CG cartoon), "Street Fighter" episodes (I now own the entire series on DVD! Mua ha ha...), fooling with my new laptop, and hanging out with the uber awesome Bacardi. Click the picture above to see him do stuff!

So as I noted above, I got a laptop computer for Christmas. I've been too busy lately to do a ton with it yet, and the two of us got off to a rocky start (I kid you not, the message that greeted me when Windows XP booted up for the first time was "File Not Found"), but after formatting that bastard and reinstalling the drivers and SOME of the programs it seems to be alright. It's a gaming laptop, and because I don't have any modern PC games (made in 1998, my desktop can't play them!), I decided to see if I couldn't emulate some of my PlayStation games to test out its graphics capabilities.

Looks pretty good to me! I like 'em dinosaurs.

That's all for now, but we'll close with a photo of my final action figure purchase of 2005: Master Splinter. Oh, and stay tuned to Scary-Crayon in 2006! January 25th will mark the site's second birthday. Yay!

and it is raining outside and I am working inside. Happy holidays.

That is what my room looked like in June 2004. By November of that year, it looked like this. So you can just imagine what it looks like now. Or at least how it did look before I spent almost twelve hours last night -- I started at 10:30 PM and didn't sleep until around 10 AM this morning -- burrowing through the mess in an attempt to restore it to some semblance of order.

Now, I didn't take any pics of what the room looked like before I started, but several hours into the cleaning process, this is what the room looked like. Note the captions. In the course of rummaging through the clutter, I actually came across three boxes with cereal still in them, all of which had been expired for at least a year. Pictured here is a box of Winter Fruity Pebbles -- which, given its expiration date, must have been there since the previous winter season. Nice. Also, the reference to the bed frame calls attention to one of my modes of travel. Given that the floor was often too cluttered to serve as a suitable path, I used to grip the frame of the top bunk with my hands and strafe along the side until reaching an acceptable dismount spot. I'm actually going to miss doing that! It was kinda fun and made me feel like only the most nimble of secret agents could navigate my lair of mystery. (more...)

I cannot believe that this woman just said, on national television, that her thighs stick together when she gets nervous. She then advised women at home to grease their inner thighs in order to prevent this from happening.

I fucking want to vomit now.

Latest fortune cookie reading:

You have a friendly heart and are well admired.

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