Sorry about the break from blogging - without it being a full moon.

I've been searching around the Internet for a Mac-compatible webcam. Out of the decent range of manufacturers - there are two that make a decent Mac-compatible webcam. A4Tech makes this cute little thing that works with Macs only if we download "macam," open-source drivers for certain web-cams so that they may work with Macs. This cam's main downside is that it has no independent light source. So unless I have a nearby light, the movies are primarily dark.

The other is good old MSI (Micro Star International; www.msicomputer.com) You can tell by the information I give about MSI that I'm quite fond of them. Just about everything they make is pure gold. However, their webcam that works with the Mac has a distinct chromatic tint - all the time. This is AN EXTREMELY FANCY webcam in the sense that it can take night-vision streaming movies. It does have a disclaimer that night-vision movies are going to be mostly chromatic in hue, but apparently that extends even into normal daylight movies as well.

After these two webcams, there is only one webcam that is truly designed for the Mac. And, most conveniently, it is made by Apple. It has received unbelievable reviews. Most people compare Apple's webcam to professional-grade movie cameras. And now, here's where I shock you all. What is the price of this webcam? Anyone care to guess?

$660.

So, CLEARLY, this iSight camera's not going to happen.

Instead, I will show you pictures (because I know you've been waiting!) of my 18 FOOT LONG STAINLESS-STEEL NECKLACE.







Fun Facts:

1) Solid stainless steel.
2) Cost: $180
3) Weight: 5 lbs.
4) Those are my tight-fitting size 13 boots. (I'm freaking 5'8" and I have size 13 feet. Anyone have an explanation?)

Oddjob had his hat, Jaws had his teeth, and I have my necklace.

We return you to your regularly scheduled "Seven Is What?" already in progress.

Code 64 - Departure - Starchaser

7

cor blimey

Well. Okay then. Fortunately, we can put aside this whole werechick business. I seem to have made a rope manufacturer quite wealthy. Through the use of a tranquilizer machinegun, I now have this previous topic of conversation safely lashed to a comfy, yet somehow immensely cheap chair. But, as a credit to my absolute lack of knowledge about women, apparently, she has a THING for being tied up.

But, we must move past the wet werechick.

Today was a beautiful day in Oregon (sorry, Nightbug!) This is, unfortunately, the beginning of spring. And with spring comes several things:

1) Deciduous trees become full with leaves.
2) Flowers start growing, and some early risers are already in bloom.
3) The animals are getting randy in their pants (silence fuzzbutt!)
4) The gasoline prices are going through the roof.

If it wasn't for the fact that I get a cut from the Republican consortium that controls the price of gasoline (*cough* Trilateral Commission *cough*) on top of what OPEC dictates, I might have to pull the curtain down on the behind-the-curtain activities of the current world organizers.

Fortunately, the price for propane is still reasonable. I think that with limited ability to use my flamethrowers, I might have to go mad. I would have to cease using the werechick as target practice. Do you know how much fun it is to have someone you can HOSE DOWN IN NAPALM and they'll just stand there, unscathed, watching you laugh yourself until you can't see straight? (WHY AM I STILL TALKING ABOUT HER?!?!?)

Anyhow, I'm doing really well with my exercise regiment. Only yesterday, I bicycled ten miles in forty five minutes. I'm so happy.

I'm so happy, I'm going to reveal a new technology on my next post. Assuming that Miss Werechick doesn't smother me, and then fry me with the accumulated static electricity in her fur.

Scandal - Warrior - The Warrior (she chose this one, and I chose to keep my eyelids)

7

everybody hit the ground

Only a true genius would splash liquified butter all over the linoleum floor to prevent the Zombie Wombat Ballet from raiding my refrigerator. An even greater genius would have mastered the art of sliding on buttered linoleum with boot socks in order to gain a terrain advantage.

Amusingly, I also have Rob Zombie sliding around on the floor, as I asked him to train the Zombie Wombat Ballet. I don't QUITE remember why I started this project - but it had something to do with Rob Zombie in some way.

Today's post is brought to you by the letter "Addlepated neufchatel calculus Heisenberg uncertainty principle pictorialism line dance vermin lord  the grotesque monster avoids the issues prizewinning probability density function elf owl elixir gubernatorial postcranial mind reader dalmation your head dib your head euphemistic ethnocentric gum drop missile don't steal we used to have a puppy penny dreadful MONKEEEEEEEEEEY your problems bore me fungal propane greasy prophylactic manifold waiting list trigeminal mummichog headless clown."

I guess this isn't so much of a letter, as it is a portmanteau word that means "I am well rested and doing just fine," but underneath it all is the message "After eight hours of unsuccessful attempts at sleep because the werewolf chick was CHEWING ON MY LEG ALL NIGHT, I have a feeling that I may have contracted something that gives me excessive body hair and a loss of memory every full moon."



She tells me she took this off a ex-witness while she was in the Sierra Nevadas.....She's A LOT stronger than she looks. And those claws - damn near SURGICAL. In my defense, she's cuter during the day.


Beborn Beton - Nightfall - Mantrap-The Seduction (she sings her own version of this song, which horrifies me on a whole new level)

7

send money and flowers to your local psychopath

Today was asphyxiating with regards to the freakish wave of humidity. I was initially under the impression that this was the work of someone interested in eliminating the most random element of the Nightbug and Seven Principality. But, as I'm not about to cut open Muscles to find out what or whom he ate, it will remain a mystery.

Muscles - Today


The Guy Who Sold Me Muscles - Who Hasn't Been Seen In A While


I would like to thank you all for responding to my last post - that had been a mystery to me for a while. And, since I haven't done anything outrageous in a while, I will post a picture of myself, topless. Namely, because Kristin wanted to see my forearms.



I *might* be wearing pants.


Airbase - (no album) - Japanese Tourists [Part 1]

7

holycrapsomewerewolfchickisinmyapartmentshe'sonbothtimesofthemonthSOMEBODYSAVEMEEEEEEEEGETHERCLAWSAWAYFROMMYPANTS

Okay, somebody needs to explain this to me.

Yesterday, I've had two men stare me up like you see men doing to women in movies. One of them even exclaimed, "Whoa, you've got massive forearms!" My forearms are not small, but they are also not massive.

Somebody, please just tell me, why the hell do all the guys want me, and the girls won't even make eye-contact unless they're in at least ten years older than I am and married? When I worked at Sears, one of the display designers for an upscale clothing retailer tried for a year to get me to become bi.

I have a friend (who shall remain unnamed because I like him as a friend) whom I suspect is bi, who cannot keep his hand off my ass.

Maybe I can use this apparent false aura of "man seeking man" to lull the women into a false sense of security. Yessssss. That might just work. ("We're just doing this as friends!!!")

<------Girls, Seeing Me <------Me, Seeing Girls <------Guys, Seeing Me


Lights Of Euphoria - Krieg Gegen Die Maschinen - Show Me Your Tears (Apoptygma Berzerk VS Industrialheads RMX)

7

my Mac has a knob