Let’s face it, at one point or another you’ve gone into a store like Best Buy or even Wal-Mart shopping for electronics of some sort. You get there and are faced with a wall of choices and then it hits you– you have no fucking idea what you’re looking at. All you know is you want to buy a *insert item here* and you don’t want a piece of crap.

So you end up tracking down whatever kid that works there and try to understand the electro-gibberish that comes spewing out of their mouth when you ask for help. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to do a little pre-search (my made up word for pre shopping research) so when you go in you have a bit of a background on what you’re looking at and a mental list of things to look for?

I found a site to help do just that! Electronics Newbie is a neat little site that offers semi-in-depth overviews on all sorts of electronics. From Digital Cameras, Video Games, Speaker Systems and everything in between they give you run downs of what’s good to know when buying your new toy. They also offer reviews on many types of each product they talk about. Go check ‘em out:

http://electronics.newbie.org

The Hotness and I are looking to buy a PDA to keep him organized so I’m totally hitting up their section on Handheld PDAs before we hit the stores. The Newbie site also has sections for Computers and even a section for the Internet in case you need a crash course on those fields as well

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Don’t forget about my lovely renter Jane, she’d love to have you over for a visit so clickity click wouldja?

Hey the Buggie Cam is on today if you’d like to see what’s going on around here Candy is hangin’ out with me most of the day so c’mon over and see the birdy-goodness!

Unless you are living under a rock like me, you’ve heard about the whole new set of rules the TSA has laid down at the airport due to a foiled plot for another attack on planes. And before I go on…there has been speculation about this being a pre-election conspiracy. I don’t even care to get into that so if you comment be forewarned I don’t wanna hear it. This isn’t about politics; this is about me being annoyed at being even more bloody inconvenienced than I already have been.

Yes I’m going to bitch about it, not quite a full on rant but I am going to bitch. If you don’t agree with me on any of this I don’t give a flying fuck…this is still America and I can damn well think whatever I want no matter how stupid or naive it is to you. Don’t bother trying to “show me the light” or argue with me on this one. You’ll get ignored and possibly made fun of. Fair warning, if it’s not a constructive comment then keep your pie hole shut, your fingers off the keys and c’mon back tomorrow and I’ll show ya something shiny to make up for it.

Y’all I already travel like someone who is backpacking through Europe dressed “a la’ a very tacky Girls Gone Wild”. Shorty shorts, flip-flops, tank top, no jewelry, hair down with no clips and I pack extremely lightly with everything I need for the trip in my spiffy suitcase that up until a few days ago was approved as carry on luggage.
I’m the queen of traveling simple.

My Groovy Mini-Case

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For what the fuck ever reason I was under the assumption that today was Tuesday. And we all know what they say about when you assume things…it only makes an ass out of u and me! Luckily I only looked like an ass to The Hotness who just shook his head and rolled his eyes when he found out I managed to loose a whole day somewhere. Somedays I scare even myself.

I have a bad habit; I’ll stop all work in the middle of the day to watch talk shows. My faves are Ellen, Oprah, Montel and Tyra in case you care to know. The rest of them are of zero interest to me. Anyway, yesterday (which I’m not even sure WAS yesterday since I’ve apparently fallen into some sort of time-wormhole) on Tyra they were talking about people’s phobias.

There was the usual “terrified of clowns” but they had some other weird shit as well. One girl was scared of STYRAFOAM…I totally didn’t relate. I love me some packin’ peanuts. Another had a horrible phobia of lawn gnomes. Tyra had the shit set up where they “faced” their phobias and had to complete a task then they’d get like diamonds and trips and shit.

I was totally into it all and believing this shit until the final girl came on. Her phobia? Ovens. She’s scared of ovens. Bitch please. That means she just don’t wanna cook. I need a phobia of ovens, my ass would never be in the kitchen again. Shiiiiiit.

“She Who is Skeered of Ovens”

So, I thought I was all inspired and to face my fear of popping balloons. Not really a phobia but the sound just scares the shit outta me for whatever reason. Loud Sudden Noises+Bug=No Way Jose. I decided that I was going to pop all the leftover birthday balloons in the house and throw them away being the tidy efficient woman that I am. Harhar.

The Bane of My Existance

It didn’t work out quite like I envisioned it; maybe it was because there was no diamond necklace waiting for me at the end. But I popped 4 out of the 20 balloons with an exact-o knife and screamed like a little bitch the whole time. I may have even peed my pants a little…but that is totally un-confirmed by my reps. I think by reading all this you are actually loosing brain cells. Sorry about that.

In other news my little brother who is a lot bigger than me went to a Kottonmouth Kings autograph signing today. I sent him along with a picture of the band to get signed with the specific instructions that I don’t want my name anywhere on it because I wanted to use it as a prize in a contest I was holding.

Two hours later he comes home with the photo…signed by the band…and at the top one of the dudes wrote “Sara stay high”. Nice. Way to fuck that one up kid, not to mention they spelled my name wrong. So now I have a picture and the autographs of a band I didn’t even know existed til today and it’s completely fucking worthless to me or anyone else. Unless their name is Sara….hmmm. Any good ideas on what to do with this shit?

So, I promise I won’t make fun of you…gotta phobia?

I had a nice long post all pretty and written up for you and then my phone rang. My battery was low so I got down on the floor to plug it into my huge powerstrip thingy, while down there fumbling around in the dark I hit the easy-to-press-and-fuck-up-your-life button that SHUT OFF ALL MY SHIT. I lost what used to be this post and an article that I was working on for Maxit. Nice eh?

Instead of trying to re-create the buggie goodness I’ll just give y’all the summary:

Snakes on a Plane:
STUPID MOVIE IDEA. REALLY. FUCKING. STUPID.

IT2M Autism Raffle:

Renter:
Go visit Jane plzthx.
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Ugh. And by the way, the next person who uses the phrase “Hit me back.” in an email and by saying that is trying to convey that they’d like me to write them back will be kicked squarely in the nuts. Very squarely.

-Sometimes I’ll let the kitchen become totally disgusting just to see if anyone else in the house will clean it. (currently there’s a bowl of salad that’s been sitting on the kitchen table for two days now…anyone care to place bets?)

-I am constantly unable to hit the trashcan in the bathroom when I toss my used Q-Tips at it. This drives The Hotness crazy. I just think we need a bigger trashcan. I throw like a girl ok?

-People who eat food that fell to the floor in front of me make me want to either kick them in the head or gag.

-Smudged windows piss me off.

-I used to hide my brothers toothbrush just to see how often he brushed his teeth. Weeks would go by people. Fucking. Weeks.

-If someone does dishes and doesn’t do a good enough job I will re-do every single dish in boiling hot water just to make sure they are perfect.

What’s your dirty little secret?
(cleaning related ONLY please…don’t need to have a TMI Tuesday around here)

I’m huuuunnnnnnnnggggrrrrryyyy!!!!!!111!![one]!1!!

I want to set here and pretend like I’m getting ready to eat something really good and healthy even though I think dinner tonight is a box of Hot Tamales and a piece of toast. (excellent diet I have…shadddup)

What are you having for dinner?
Can I have some?
Pretty please?

Wow y’all what a whirlwind of a weekend! My house is trashed, my nerves are shot, and I managed to pop a stupid varicose vein in my leg from all the running around.

What’s that you say?

No, I only wish it was just an “old lady” problem. Had them since I was about 14 or 15…they suck.

We had quite a few people come in from out of town for The Hotness both on Saturday and Sunday. It’s been non-stop entertaining here at the Casa de la Bug n’ The Hotness.

I also have my own special “out of town guest” here with me for the week

Everybody meet Jane! Jane meet everybody!

Jane will be with us for seven whole days and will be staying up in Room #813 away from the clutter and chaos of my house. I actually sat and stared at her layout for about 10 minutes just because it is so soothing lookin’. Ok, now that we got the pesky introductions out of the way hop on over to her place Jane Loves Tarzan and see what’s up!

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If any of your are waiting on me to:
a) Do something for you
b) Anwser your email(s)
c) Call you back

Please please be patient, I’m trying to catch up with everything as quickly as I can