Bio
Name: Daniel Robert Lance Big Plume
Nickname: Saturnyne
Birthday: May 3, 1980
Age: 26
Sun Sign: Taurus
Moon Sign: Sagittarius
Chinese Zodiac: Monkey (Born)
Height: 170 cm
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Status: Single
Favorites
Color: Blue
Food: Chicken
Animal: Cat
Anime: Sailormoon
Show: CSI
PJ's: Sweatpants/ T-shirt
Pokemon: Porygon
Website: NHB Radio
My Linux Desktop
Current Moods
Song: Dog's A Best Friend's Dog
Links
Official Sins Of Science Homepage
Space-Kitten.Org
Wing Commander CIC
Tears For Fears
Contact
Email: saturnyne1d@netscape.net
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Tuesday, May 27, 2003
9:51 AM The Calgary Sun, a local newspaper here in my hometown, is running some kind of poker contest where you get to win stuff. What you win, I don't know. But you mail in a page from their magazine with your best poker hand or something. Between May 24th and the 30th, they're running two celebrity "poker cards" each day. What this means is that you get a crappy representation of a cheap newspaper playing card. My question is: Why? I mean, I can understand running a poker contest. People run contests of all sorts all the time. But why run the celebrity so-called playing cards? Don't get me wrong, Christina Aguilera looked sizzling in her playing card pic today, but still. It makes no sense. It's like buying a Foot Locker store because Michael Jordon once sold his shoes there. On the subject of the Sun, I had the displeasure of reading a story about a woman who seems to have a very nasty temper. It seems that four of her babies have died. While the death of infants is more than tragic enough, I'm not finished yet. The mother was the one who killed them. One was killed as young as 14 days. Her fourth and last survived the longest at 10 months. What is her reasoning for these killings, for which she felt no remorse? According to her diary, she killed the infants because they were "fussy". In her diary, she nearly confesses to the universe that she was the one who killed her children. In court however, she said that the problem was that SIDS crept up on her children. Of course, 10 months is too long for an infant to succumb to such an end. Anyway, sufficed to say that she was found out by her husband who turned her in. She's awaiting sentence as I write this. Rot in hell, you heartless bitch. You didn't deserve any of those children. My day didn't start out so well last night. I have graveyard shifts all week. I went to bed about 7AM in preparation. But apparently, I was damn tired, because I didn't wake up until 10:07 PM. Yes, that is bad because I have to be at work at 10:50, and the bus ride there takes an hour and seven minutes. I called a cab because it was the only way I could get to work and be on time, without bugging my mom and having to deal with her subsequent attitude about it. To take said cab, I had to run to the nearest 7-11 which is a five minute walk away, withdraw some cash and get back home, get changed and ready for work, then get to the cab. As I ran outside to go get said cash, I found to my horror that it was raining outside. And I don't mean raining. I mean raining. I'm talking torrential downpour here, folks. Needless to say, I got home and was thoroughly soaked to the bone. I got changed and got to work fine. The rain was gone by the time I got to work. Figures. It just didn't seem like a good day/night/morning/whatever, did it? Well, it could have been worse. Let's put it that way. On the plus side, I'm home, I'm dry, and I'm playing more Super Smash Bros. Melee. After this, I'm going to play a little Rogue Squadron II and then hit the hay. On Super Puzzle Fighter II, not a store in the city has it. So I went to EB and pre-ordered a copy. I'm probably going to get it on Friday. I don't have much left to say other than Chrissy, if you're reading this, I love you. Email me if you don't see me today.
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