Oh, someone please take pity on my, and drive an icepick through my ear.
Kids and Hubby are upstairs playing Minecraft™ (what else, right??) and that stupid, insipid lullaby keeps playing and makes me want to stab innocent bystanders, as well as the pigeons. Only I wouldn’t mind stabbing the pigeons. They are good in a stew. But this song has to stop before I take it out on the furniture, or the roast I’m making for tonight.
Oh, and look what I found for a Sithy.
Minecraft Vader!!! I want to kill the internet.
Hope y’all enjoy your Sunday!
July 1st, 2012 at 1:07 PM
HAH! When eldest baby girl was 2, we took a road trip back home to Alabama. One of my sisters gave my girl a little plastic toy, that played a digital “The Sun Will Come Out, Tomorrow” digital nightmare.
Over and over and over again. Babygirl kept pressing the button.
10. Hours. Of. Hell.
Funny, now it just makes me miss that little 2 year old kid.
July 1st, 2012 at 1:09 PM
I’m sure I will feel that way too.
When Son is 60 😉
July 1st, 2012 at 1:33 PM
Hey Aggie, have you seen these?
http://www.etsy.com/listing/53238728/stormtrooper-family-car-sticker
Saw them on a car the other day and thought of you.
July 1st, 2012 at 4:05 PM
If Hubby would let me, I would totally get one 😀
July 1st, 2012 at 1:50 PM
Two words (well….one really isn’t a “word”, but you get the idea): “mp3” and “Player”.
One can also get their Sithy on and Gorilla Glue the volume controls on their speakers so that sounds cannot be heard two feet (or less!) away from the speakers. Just make sure you crank the PC volume full-blast before adjusting the speakers, to get the desired maximum volume possible. ‘Course, you didn’t hear nuttin from me….
Oh, and if you haven’t already, check out Darths And Droids. Its the entire Star Wars series (including a couple of deleted scenes) done as a role-playing game. Read the DM’s comments at the end of each one, too…those are hilarious, especially if you’ve ever put pencil to paper and let loose the dice of war!
July 1st, 2012 at 4:06 PM
I have an mp3 player, but have never uploaded music to it.
Don’t ask…
*eats paste*
July 2nd, 2012 at 10:52 AM
Okay, time for the big guns, then…if you REALLY want to infect someone with an ear-worm…..CLICK HERE and turn up the volume.
muwahahahahah!!!!
July 2nd, 2012 at 12:24 PM
Oh, you so hate me… 😛
July 1st, 2012 at 2:15 PM
You think YOU have an earworm?
I’ve got “Call Me, Maybe” stuck in my noggin’.
July 1st, 2012 at 4:06 PM
CRAP!!!!
Little One JUST read that and is now singing the darn thing!!!
GAH!!!!!!!
July 1st, 2012 at 11:06 PM
It could be worse… at least you aren’t sick with a bug or something on top of all that, right?
((Humming “Don’t worry, be happy))
Now I’m thinking of Bea Arthur in “Maude” when she says “God will get you for that” for some reason.
Seriously, I do understand. Our boy has echolallia as a side-dish to the autism thing and at least once a day I holler “DAMMIT HACKER-BOY WILL YOU **STOP** HUMMING THAT?!?”
“Oh, sorry dad.”
And then he hums it again immediately. I guess tuneless game music humming that he does is harmless enough but imitating cat yowls or funny household accidents… (sigh) But again, it could be worse. He could be a mean fruitcake instead of a kind-hearted little fruitcake.
July 2nd, 2012 at 8:01 AM
Actually, he is cultivating a talent and will be the next Michael Winslow 😉
July 2nd, 2012 at 7:21 PM
Who is Michael Winslow?
Seriously. Who is he?
July 2nd, 2012 at 7:39 PM
He was in the Police Academy movies. Did all the sound effects.
July 2nd, 2012 at 4:36 PM
Remember what I wrote earlier about taking pick axes to block . . . heads, Ms.Aggie.
Hey! This is NOT The Future I ordered!™
My definition of a warning shot is everyone freaking out at the sight of the of their instigating buddy hitting the ground with free air conditioning to the cranial vault . . .
I am sure you could improvise with a squirt gun . . . NOT a marshmallow launcher . . . they might like that.
Not me . . . I hate marshmallows . . .
Aww, nuts . . . just compromised myself with OpSec . . .
Unless I pulled a Captain Jack Sparrow . . .
“Well, then, I confess! It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out.”
Here now, I said no lies!
-I think he’s telling the truth.
If he were telling the truth, he wouldn’t have told US.
“Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn’t believe the truth even if he told it to you . . .”
July 2nd, 2012 at 4:36 PM
Why is the rum always gone . . .?
July 2nd, 2012 at 7:04 PM
Hm…you are asking a Puerto Rican that… 😉
July 2nd, 2012 at 7:04 PM
I ♥ that part 😀
And what do you have against marshmallows??
July 2nd, 2012 at 7:44 PM
I can SMELL my teeth rotting when in the same room as Artificially-Super-Insane-Hyper-Sweetened-Num-Nums™ . . .
I cannot eat foodstuffs without form, like Jello, eggs, pudding, flan, grits, et al, as they trigger the gag reflex.
Also, I have no cavities or fillings, all my original teeth, including wisdom molars and intend to keep it that way.
So it is good hickory smoked jerky for me!
Or pretzels. I became a Hopeless Salt-Fiend™ during the war, chewing jerky in place of tobacco out there.
I do enjoy fruit, and I am smart enough to know I need the vitamins and minerals . . . even with brain injury . . .
July 2nd, 2012 at 7:54 PM
Well, that makes perfect sense, then 🙂
Manhattan, huh??
July 2nd, 2012 at 8:03 PM
To elaborate, haji wounded my organic central processor . . .
But Little Lord Fauntler-Bloomy™ exacerbates it every time he opens his mouth . . .
Please share the rum, Ms.Aggie, just this once . . .?
July 2nd, 2012 at 8:15 PM
You’ll have to come to Texas to imbibe!