I'm Insane, Not Stupid

Some of you may have noticed that the past several weeks I have been blogging at a furious rate of one or two posts per week. My hands are blistered and chapped due to the intensity of my blogging. You may insert your excuse of choice HERE. So this post is a "Get off/on your blogging ass and write" thing. It may suck ass, but I'm writing and that's the point.

Sidenote:
Dude is licking his ass right now. Next to me on the couch he is licking his ass. Gross.

Notable Quote of The Day:
"I'm insane, not stupid." My response to H3.2's inquiry about the caffeinated status of my evening Pumpkin Spice Latte.

Annoying Conversation:
Sam: "Why are you reading over my shoulder?"
H3.2: "I'm not. I'm reading, but your shoulder is over here."

I was inspired to post today by two incidents. One, as I was walking by a full-length mirror this morning during my weekly ritual of getting dressed, I noticed that a certain part of my body looked pretty damn good. I grabbed the camera and snapped a couple shots of myself. You'll have to wait until Thursday to see the results, but I am proud.

The other thing is more aptly classified as reading a blog rather than an "incident". I was over at The Hot Librarian's place and she did a post about this Google thing where you put your name + needs and search. I've heard of it before, and decided to try it out for myself. I found TWO interesting things. TWO. The primary cause of this is my name. Duh. There is a famous actress with my name that has a movie out/coming out/whatever. There is also a character on a popular television show with my name. In addition, there is a damn doll with books and clothes and shit with my name. I say that it was my name FIRST and these bitches should change their shit now. Well, except for the doll. Supposedly she arrived in 1854 but I haven't seen the proof of that alleged claim. Due to these unforeseen cockblockers my searches sucked. Here are the ones I kept:

So basically, Sam needs to start getting dirty...
Sam needs warm winter clothing, summer outfits, and lots of pretty outfits for school...

I totally agree with these two statements. Except for the warm winter clothing - uh I live in San Diego? I believe that the second statement is a direct result of the damn doll, for obvious reasons. So I was about to give up on the whole "Sam needs" thing until H3.2 saved my blogging ass. He sent me to Googlism, which offered a plethora of interesting tidbits.

1. Sam is a babe.
2. Sam is ready to hit the beach in her blue striped spandex bathing suit.
3. Sam is a selftaught wood carver.
4. Sam is a doll that comes with a series of six books.
5. Sam is the best south African batsman of all time.
6. Sam is adamant she doesn't want to be seen as a sex symbol.
7. Sam is a happy camper.
8. Sam is usually traveling the world competing with the Australian pastry team.
9. Sam is dilated 3 cm and is 90 percent effaced.
10. Sam is one of the top 50 most beautiful people.

Obviously, numbers 4, 6 and 10 belong to the same suck ass bitches that fucked up my search before. Please go away movie star chick and damn doll. By the way, my mother purchased the set of 6 books for Christmas one year. When I was in my TWENTIES.

Which leads me to the end of this post. Recently, I was referred to as "psycho". I would like to make it known that I prefer the term "insane". Psycho has a negative connotation that irritates me. Psycho people in my mind are insane + mean/evil practitioners of dismay and doom. I am slightly off-kilter but that does not make me psycho. It makes me interesting.

Update:
I'm sorry to do this, but I had to turn on word verification. Those fucking spammers were spamming really old posts, and I had to spend oodles of time going back, finding them and deleting them. Please forgive me!! I've just deleted every piece of spam, and I'm over it. Anonymous comments will not be turned off...EVER!