Aslan is Turkish for Lion

The Killer previously blogged about e-mailed me today and made reference to reading my post here about him. Funny, I post things here not expecting anyone to actually read them. :) Cool though.

But that’s not what you want to read about, you want to read about how I’ve recently ordered a few things from on-line: First, The Ultimate Arm Sling. It’s actually quite nice and as comfortable as the website says. I highly recommend it if you are ever in the market for a nice arm sling and don’t want to wear the hideous denim one the hospital provides you with. I mean, c’mon.. denim? It wasn’t even a nice wash.

The other, the Badge-A-Minit, satisfies a lust that I’ve buried since I was a wee small child. I admit it, I’ve always wanted to make my own buttons and sell them for fun and profit ever since my one-legged grandfather sold them in front of Wal-Mart to raise money for Childrens Hospital***.

I plan on offering many of my t-shirt ideas in button form, for considerably less money. Like, $2 a piece or 3 for $5. I’ll even do custom stuff for a small fee. Why not?

Why you ask? They’re buttons damnit, that’s why.

***No, I’m not kidding.

Wacky World of Wally World

Julie sent me this link to some disgruntled Wal-Mart employee’s blog of frustrations. Funny stuff, but this bit caught my eye:

5-2-04 – I don’t consider myself prejudice or anything, but some stuff is just ridiculous. Some guy came back to electronics and apparently wanted everyone to know that he was gay. Why? I don’t know. This guy was like 6’4, heavyset, and wore a shirt that said “Drama Queen” which looked like the Dairy Queen logo. He also talked like a woman. I found this man to be disturbing, so if that makes me prejudice towards gay people, then so be it. Still I’m not as bad as this guy. There was a guy who saw a black man and thought he should offer him a piece of his gum because it was watermelon flavored. What would have made it great was if he had actually asked the black man, then I could have seen him get his ass kicked, and that’s always a fun time for everyone.

I wonder if this guy bought one of my old CafePress Drama Queen shirts or from somewhere else. (Note: I am no longer selling them!)

Although, I want to answer his question of why many people like to tell everyone they’re gay, or black, or asian, or any other opressed group that often wears some sort of $group pride attire:

[Stage 5]: Identity Pride
Feel arrogance/pride in new identity and deep rage toward majority culture. May adopt/heighten stereotypical behaviors or characteristics (i.e. “I’m different and proud of it!”. May isolate self from mainstream values and activities. (from Stages in Coming Out)

Holiday Wrap Up

The holidays went ok I guess. Like clockwork every year around October I get very excited about the holiday season. I tell co-workers and friends how I can’t wait to decorate. Every year is the year I’m actually going to do it. Sure, I said I would the year before and didn’t… but this time it’s going to be different. Really. This time I’m going to get a tree; a small one since we have cats now. I’m going to Big Lots and buying tons of lights for the house. Really. I’m going to string them up along the windows and spell out “ho ho ho” with those letter forms I bought three years ago. I’m going to Wal-Mart and buying a santa hat and an elf hat that I I’ll wear every day, wherever I go during the season. I’ll even buy some fireworks for New Years while I’m at it. Really.

I’m going to start buying presents early so I can buy everyone I know something cool.

I’ll do it all next year. Really.

kitty update

It’s been a while since I posted anything about our cats, Plato and Lydia. Since several of my friends and family get their share of Vincent updates from here I thought I’d mention them a bit. Plus, I’m completely bored, waiting for Dan to get here so I can go home, go to Wal-Mart, buy a replacement pot for the one I bought that was too small, cook Chicken Tikka Masalla Red Beans and Rice, and get to Michael’s house for the potluck – all before 7pm.

But back to the cats.

Plato has recently started getting a nasty hotspot on the back of his neck. Hot spots are places that animals scratch and scratch and scratch and scratch, etc… usually due to some sort of allergy. I’m seriously thinking about buying a air filter or something. I think it may have something to do with how little we clean and how dusty the house can get. We’re such slobs.

Lydia is slowly becoming a cat. She’s starting to be bad, finally. It’s odd to be happy that your cat is clawing at the furniture, but it’s also much better than having her hide out under the bed 17 hours of the day. Next I’m going to get her to understand the concept of “playing.” Right now, if you throw her a toy, she’ll kind of knock it once, then stare at it as if she’s trying to figure out what she’s supposed to be doing next. Bless her furry little neurotic heart.

I can’t believe they’re both almost a year old. Time flies.

Rites of Passage

I went through an important Macaluso Family rite of passage last night. Carlos and I went to Wal-Mart before my 8:30 class and I put pots and pans on Layaway.

When I moved, I aquired a frying pan from Julie – a kickass soft-handled Wear-Ever. I totally love this pan and have been looking for the matching set of pots for over a year now. Usually all I find from Wear-Ever are the alluminum-handled variety that I have grown to fear since a certain hand-burning incident a few years ago. Anyway, last night my search came to an end. There, at the end of the cookwear isle, was the holy grail: a seven piece soft-handled Wear-Ever set!

Then it happened, as I was checking out at the Lawaway department, like a voice from the heavens…

Voice From Heavens: Vincent Maca.. Maca.. Maca.. How you say dat?
Carlos: Macaluso (giggle)
VFH: Vincent Macalarso. Did I say that right? Please report to the front of the store, your party is checking out and is going to leave you. Vincent Maca.. Maca… Macalso, please report to lane 15, your party is going to leave you. Vincent Maca.. Macluso, please report to the front of the store. Your party is checking out in lane 15 and is going to leave you.
Carlos: (giggle)
VFH: Vincent Mac… Maca… Macluso. Please report to the front …

This went on for almost my entire trip to the front of the store. Thank you Carlos. This is where I ask everyone to check out this picture of Carlos and leave a comment. Thankyouverymuch.