Friday, August 27, 2004

Which dance would win- the Macarena or the Charleston?
Comment Commentary
Mimmi- Most of my ghosts turn out that way. *sigh*
Shin- I feel a strong need to injure you. It's probably just all the sugar, though.
Solo- I'm not a big fan of chocolate, heh. I prefer fruity-tasting, brightly colored candy.
Starbound- There are ungodly amounts of calories in Jolly Ranchers, but they are also delicious. At least their taste compensates for the content a little bit.
Mal- Rock on.
Syk- Your teacher told you his first name? Creepy.
Shin- I don't even know who you are anymore. Starbursts?

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We went off to Thousand Oaks, a very upscale area, to visit relatives- most notably a new baby.

Our family has a rather strange history with children. I was the first kid of this generation (on my dad's side, anyway), and each kid after me had been male. My mom and my aunts have a little bet going on during each pregnancy about what gender the kid will be.

No girls yet, but I don't really care. Most little girls I've come into contact with are bitchy.

Today we went off to see baby number twelve, as well as the rest of his family (Two parents and four other kids).

After greetings were exchanged, something I sort of knew would happen occured. My aunt mentioned that she bought my cousin an MP3 player recently, and they "didn't know how to get songs onto it."

And so I, mild-mannered web graphics dude OtakuSennen, ran off to find a telephone booth so I could transform into Tech-Support-man, with the computer-fixing powers of five completely oblivious noobs.

It was a small flash MP3 player- not an iPod or anything- from Virgin, and it was hard to figure out how it was supposed to plug in. They said the only thing that came with the player were the earbuds, no USB wires or anything. That struck me as odd, until I noticed the little hole on the side of the player. Upon further inspection, there was a USB thing built into the player, so there was no need for any wires. The only trick was getting the shiny white cover thing off. It was really hard to open, and because it wasn't mine I didn't want to damage it, so I had my cousin keep on pushing at it. Eventually it got off, and we went over to the computer.

No USB ports in the front, and one in the back. Lucky me, the MP3 player was too bulky to fit into the port because the monitor and keyboard plugs got in the way. I told them to go to Best Buy and find a USB extension cable (They had to write it down), and that was the end of that.

Then they all wanted to go play Gamecube. I really had nothing else to do, so I went along with them, and watched as they sifted through their very large plastic box of Gamecube games. A lot of the games were kiddy / lame. They wanted to play Billy Hatcher, so I quickly distracted them with Custom Robo.

Their controllers were messed up as well. The comfortable plastic thing on the control sticks were all missing, so my thumb got stabbed every time I made a movement.

Turns out they also had a huge tub of mediocre (for the most part, anyway) PS2 games. I noticed an Athens 2004 instruction manual for PS2 on their desk, to give you an idea of the games they like to play. If you're going to spend such ungodly amounts of money on games, you may as well buy good ones.

Oh well, their loss. They're only twelve, eight and four, anyway.

After much conversation, we got a call from my other aunt talking about how her four-year-old son wanted to see us, so we ran over there, woke the kid up, and just played around for a while. Their other kid is ten months old, and he's my favorite of all the little Monchichi children running around these days. I'm not sure why. I usually don't like small children. If they're obnoxious, or too cheery, or too needy, I want nothing to do with them.

Little four-year-old girls who are self-absorbed and make their face go all scrunched up and say "pleeeeeeease" in response to anyone who says "no" to them. Those kinds of kids I would actually kick in the stomach hard as I can without much remorse.

After that little visit, picture taking and all, we ended up getting invited to my dad's entrepreneurial uncle's house for dinner. I had been craving greasy pizza- the kind you would find in a bowling alley- but by some strange twist of fate we ended up with a tasty Freschetta instead. Not quite as good, but a fair substitute. We stood around and talked for a while, and my brother got a ton of attention for his drawings. Desperate to outdo him, I ended up re-sketching the first comic I put up (The one with the republicans and the John Kerry signs). I'm pretty sure nobody got it, but my dad mentioned afterwards that everyone in that house is a devote Republican, so I may have just pissed them all off.

Hopefully my writing's too sketchy for any of them to read it.

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We picked up our new glasses in Valencia today. Mine took a while for me to adjust to, but they're fine now. The weirdest thing about them is that they don't fit around the back of the ear like my old ones; they just go straight and stay close to the head. It's not that big of a deal, but whenever I smile or laugh the back of my glasses go up a little bit. It sort of tickles, actually..

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And now the computer's back. And it's not installing the Sims. And whoop-dee-frickin' doo, everybody blames me. Gah. I don't understand why it's not installing. Half-Life and Opposing Force went in perfectly.

Teh SillyCircus Day 12- GAH.
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