I'm trying to get into Fox's new show, Mental, but I'm just not feeling it. The characters are annoying and boring, and each plot feels pretty ridiculous.

This is a very accurate video. Every time someone attempts this at karaoke, it always ends up exactly like this.

Yeah, guess I'll give it a try. I'm "calience" on there, and will appreciate followers and people to follow. To the anti-Twitter crowd, no worries; I've no intentions of linking it to my journal. :)

Jay
When: August, 2004
Where: Oak Bluffs, MA
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(Note: This post will be backdated in a day or two. Pretty sure I posted this picture years ago, but there's no posts for that day, so here it is again.)

I don't understand why Chinese restaurants bother to label their dishes with numbers and letters; whenever I order by that system, they always ask me which dish that is.

Me: Hi, I'd like to place an order.
Lady: Okay!
Me: I'd like a C16, and -
Lady: B as in boy?
Me: No, C as in - *stops himself from saying cat*
Lady: CAT?

Speaking of Facebook, I'll crosspost my latest status update for your enjoyment. This may or may not showcase what you're missing out on.

Status: "Jay Cadarette would like to welcome you all to the highlight of my day. After changing the cat box, Bosco has decided to make use of the clean facilities. I'm waiting to catch a 4-lb. cat-log to toss out with the rest of the used litter."

Bonus comment below:

He's taking his sweet time about it, too.

Me: *waits patiently*
Bosco: *looks pensive*
Me: I know you'd like to slam out your next piece of performance art - maybe Angry Gorilla Yelling, maybe Fat Hippo Smiling - but how about you just drop a Plain Brown Snake and save us both the processing time?
Bosco: *delivers the goods*
Me: Thanks, Bosco. *collects his prize* :(

To my fine friends that have a Facebook that haven't added me yet and wish to, I'm even easier to find there now, thanks to the new nickname thing. Sure, it's directly copied from MySpace, but it does make things a whole lot easier, and it's not like MySpace didn't directly copy features from Facebook, so all's fair, I suppose.

http://www.facebook.com/calience

I figured out why the GPS on my phone wasn't working; it was pointed at the wrong port. It's online, and with it, Google Latitude. A neat toy that uploads your current position (within 2000 ft.) to Google Maps, so friends can see where you are. My boss added me on his Blackberry, and I watched him drive home. If anyone else wants to give this a go, I'm calience@hotmail.com on it. (And yes, you can hide your location from both certain friends, and also in general, whenever you want.)

That ginormous $3,000 debt I owed the government from 2004, from when Jenny botched her taxes? Paid.

I got a letter in the mail stating that I owe $0. I had it down to just shy of $600, and I'm guessing her tax return and/or her stimulus check wiped out the last of it. I owe the government nothing now. :D

*does a little dance*

And just over the horizon sits a nice vacation check in which I've set aside the funds to finally pay for the divorce. The way things have been going, though, I may even be able to knock that out before then.

I'm standing by the cash register at work, off to the side and out of the flow of traffic, waiting for the cashier to get a lull in sales to make my cafe mocha.

Me: *patiently waiting*
Odd noise: Fffft!
Me: ...?
Odd noise: Fffft!
Me: *looks around*
Odd noise: Fffft! Fffft! Fffffffft!
Me: *grabs his wet elbow* What the...?! *looks behind him*
Wall-mounted motion-sensored hand sanitizer: :D Fffft!
Me: You little bastard, my elbow does not need cleaning!
Sanitizer: XD Fffft!