Friday Nights Are Not For Homework

To be honest, most nights aren't (for homework) around here.
*takes a drink*
Having all of our classes compiled into Monday, Wednesday and Friday, in varying amounts, means all day Tuesday and Thursday are for homework (meaning: reading, reading, reading...and more fucking reading)...and anytime spent on workout equipment that doesn't make our eyes cross at the campus "fitness center". Tocqueville's Democracy in America is too heavy to hold on to [it's over 800 pages!]...aim for the light reading...like the Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin.

What we're saying is...
*takes a drink*
Wait. What were we saying?

Oh, Friday nights aren't for homework.

Also, the internet has been digesting the remains of our soul.

It's actually almost full body consumption.

Some heathen fare, at that. (it's fucking cold, we could do with some Hellfire)

So, put down that homework, and pick up a drink, (no homework? Just drink) and let's take a trip around the internet universe with Frankie, shall we? (If you follow us on G+ or Facebook, some of this may be "old hat") The highlights, anyway.

*takes a drink*

First stop: Reading!

5 Facts Everyone Gets Wrong About Depression
by Mark Hill
http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-facts-everyone-gets-wrong-about-depression/

(If you don't laugh at least once, please have your funny bone checked out by a professional. Also, he's spot-on)

Odd Jobs: Turning Your Ashes Into a Vinyl Record
By Eric Spitznagel

http://www.businessweek.com/articles/2012-06-07/odd-jobs-turning-your-ashes-into-a-vinyl-record

(Press us into some records, scatter the rest)

*takes a drink*

Second Stop: Music!

Birp!
http://www.birp.fm/
Blalock's [no idea who "he" is] Indie Rock Playlist. Yeah, we're those kind of people (eeek, music hipsters!)...sometimes. And actually, we found this website because...uh...we totally have never illegally downloaded thousands of playlists, albums and/or songs using torrent sites. Nope. Never. Except...that once. And it was yearsssss ago. But it got us thinking. Were there more of them?
And then we found the mecca.
You can totally download playlist after playlist of [indie] music via .zip files. No torrents! (unless you want them) Or even stream the playlists and purchase the best ones (from Google Play. What? You buy things from iTunes?! WITCH! WITCH!)
And yes, we actually purchase ones we really like...because...it's the right thing to do. *sigh*
But we also bought this gem recently (among others), and she's apparently singing in the Grammy's this year (which we wouldn't be caught dead watching), but still...IT PROVES WE'RE NOT HIPSTERS (right?!)

*takes a drink*

Last Stop: YOUTUBE!

This week in things that will anger theists...

DarkMatter2525
http://www.youtube.com/user/DarkMatter2525?feature=watch

You love cartoons. And making fun of things, while being enlightened. No? Well, then what the hell are you doing on the internet.
Just kidding. (but seriously...)
Can't remember how we stumbled upon this YouTube channel, but sure glad it happened...because it led to others...

(Click Play, You Know You Want To)


...others like...
The Bible Reloaded!
http://www.youtube.com/user/TheBibleReloaded
Which makes up for lack of cartoonage with hilariously chosen pictures while they commence with their very entertaining "Bible studies".



So, the point is, Friday night is not for homework...it's for letting the internet consume the remains of your soul while you laugh hysterically, or wish you could exist inside of a record now, OR...become a music hipster [the true sign of no soul...]. Or maybe continue being balls deep into that social media stuff (yay, balls!)
It's also, sometimes, for writing completely random blog posts to feel relevant, and promote awesome things.

To Friday!

*takes a drink*

Friday

Photograph we took last week of local flowers.
(c) 2012 Frank et al

It's Friday...we're still battling the headache we started getting last night, it's grown stronger (we're knowingly displacing the worry and stress)...so we won't be writing today on any of our blogs, because if it does go away we are going to enjoy our Friday night and maybe go to a movie, or go for a long night walk with James and hold hands, but definitely go somewhere for dinner.

The weather is amazing today, sunny and 17° C (62° F) with very little wind and moderate (53%) humidity. English spring perfection.

There's lots to read around here, have a poke around. Start with the recommended tab, if you are so inclined.

And be happy for life, even if it's never the easiest thing in the world...

Not full of snark today, yet, not full of wit, yet...just bare bones us...me.

~ Cassandra

Lazy Post

A cat post. (yesterday)
Really?
Who authorized that?

It's Friday...we might try to find a cheap bottle of wine...we're tired of being sober, and cold...it's been three weeks since we last had a drink, the weekend before we left for the UK. We might get to eat out tonight!

Of all the recent posts to read, we suggest The Double Edged Sword of Creativity and Talent (http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/2012/02/double-edged-sword-of-creativity-and.html) or the 10th entry in The Chapter of Our Life.

Note to bloggers on Twitter: Next time you read a Tweet about people on Twitter not reading "your" blog or blogs, ignore it. Well over half of our unique blog hits (that means individual people) who read our blog come from Twitter. You're doing a good job, keep writing.

Hope you all have a great weekend. We're taking a day off from here. We will be adding pictures on our travelogue though, and probably doing stupid shit all over the internet. It's what we do. Plus one of us is ready for a Tumblr full of hate soon.

We're full of skippy-do-fucking-yay.

Has nothing to do with this post, but listen to that fuckin' base! Crack it up. Happy Friday!

Distraction #9

Yup...this is a distraction so that the first page people land on isn't some silly insane babble...

Look!

Not distracted enough yet?...Listen!

NO? Read some stuff here, on our site: http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/p/our-recommendations-weeded-from.html

HAPPY FRIDAY!

9 Days until Christmas...

Just Another Friday Night II

What the hell is with that animated guy?

It's Friday night! We are going to be in the thick of moving/packing/something next week this time, we mean...we have to be right?! If we're gonna move then this next week will be a lot of work...

The Mother comes here on Friday night/Saturday morning...we'll be packing up the U-Haul thing and then by 10 days from now we'll be back...there...living in her basement.

We'll have to come back to this city because of the house sale, which we have yet to officially hire an agent for (one is waiting), because those fucking bastards who live there won't move out, and we agreed to letting them stay, until the end of the month, when we went to talk to the Tenancy Board and inadvertently had a mediation meeting with them this past week.

Catherine (an alter) had to deal with them, and she's...not old enough to handle the shit. She cried, was stressed, and freaked out/panicked a bit. She wrote about it this week.

We are mere weeks, maybe a month or so, away from literal freedom, hopefully relaxation at least...once we leave this city & sell the house...we'll have way less concerns and worries.

Today we brought the cats to the vet to get them rabies shots so we can transport them across the border...the cage broke in half crossing the street to get to the bus, but the precious things just hunkered down and held. The vet said we were lucky they didn't run. They are strong cats, and they are the best cats, despite some of our abject hate for them.

We've been in this apartment a year now, a long, long year where our mental stability unraveled, raveled back up and came to a resting place. They have endured some things they probably never wanted to witness, that nobody should witness...that some of us should not have witnesses. Say what you will about animals...pets...they are more resilient as humans.

So today is over (as far as we are concerned), it's Friday, we have a week of stress ahead of us with packing, the move, and James (The Boyfriend) being ill...and that's not even mentioning getting him across the border...hours and hours at the border.

We're going to enjoy this last weekend of the year (for us), unencumbered by new stress...hopefully.

Catch up on everything we've written...yesterday's post has some great links to our best/more interesting writing, some on our social media related writing, and a piece on our one year anniversary on Twitter...

Cheers, friends & readers...we're gonna amble around the Internet, and Twitter, drink, play video games...and stuff.

Thank you for reading. We promise, stuff from our recommended link page, is far more interesting than this. And if you are new here, well, then...maybe read more stuff around here? In any case it'll help things become more clear, probably, at least from what we're heard from other people.

Just Another Fucking Friday Night In The House Of Frank

I don’t like swearing, but there you go, right there in the title.

The We were to be watching a movie (The Abyss) with James, The Boyfriend, right after we got down having our fun on Twitter…but "10”, that’s all we’ll call her, it’s what James calls her for now, apparently…we don’t know who she is, she doesn’t know who she is…which, we are told, is not uncommon with our disorder, so we’re fine with it, we’re not scared. Well, I’m not scared, anyway. She’s been around for months, sort of a flicker…but never mind that for now.

Anyway, “10” and James were having a conversation on the sofa…couldn’t tell you about what, exactly, unless I try real hard to summon her around, and I’d rather not, for the potential of losing myself, and it may sound stupid to you, but there is some dessert and ice cream I want to eat before I get abruptly hoofed over to the side again.

Anyway, it was “10” and then it was that bitch Emmie…sorry, sorry, I’m just not happy with her right now…so many of us aren’t…well, mostly myself and Ivy.

Oh, why you ask?

So, we wrote about how Emmie quit our job yesterday, which is fine, we were to be done today, so what's one day, right? Yesterday was the first day Emmie went to work for us, for a full day, since James has gotten here.

What wasn’t mentioned, by Ivy, in that post…was…what James knew all day, what he knew when he woke up before us, and Emmie opened her mouth…(he knew it was her waking up yesterday morning, he told us tonight)…she had arranged to meet with Fuck Face for her final break yesterday. Emmie knew he knew when she took her lunch break, based on some tweets James had written...he's not a dumb man, but she's clearly not the brightest bulb we have going for us.

This evening, after "10" switched with Emmie, and she and James had their disgusting, …whatever it is that they do (naked time)…Emmie switched out with Ivy almost immediately…James knew…he knows almost all of us by now...

James lay there and asked Ivy if he could ask her a question, that he had meant to ask Emmie, if she hadn't gone so quickly.

"Sure" said Ivy.

“Yesterday, did [Fuck Face] meet Emmie after work?” He asked.

“Yes” Ivy said. She’s not about to lie for Emmie.

“Was it prearranged” he asked.

“Yes” Ivy said, still not about to lie.

He tapped a finger on Ivies chin and said “You knew, why didn’t you tell me?"

“I’m not about to tattle on Emmie, we’re not going to tattle. I’m NOT Bethany” She said to him. And then tells him more than once "This is something you should talk to Emmie about, not me." He realizes that but Emmie is crafty little bitch who never stays around long enough for much of a talk these days.

He wanted to know if Emmie had done anything with him, kissed him, held his hand...and Ivy tells him the truth, that there had only been a hug when she left for her bus.

They continued to talk, and James admitted that he had known.

“I told myself that if they don’t tweet by the usual time, then I would know Emmie was with him. And then there was no tweet, and she was late getting home, and she wanted sex right away…” he admits that he spent some of the day crying. “I packed my bag…” he trails off.

At this point Ivy burst into tears…and everything is fairly blurry, whoever is in the head is upset, Brook starts laughing (that would be something only we can hear), Ivy drops out and HERE.I.AM. 

Of course, currently, I am not happy because Ivy is chanting “slut” at Emmie…even though NOTHING HAPPENED…there was a hug, and that’s all…we keep a pretty tight reign on Emmie with James around.

So, there was fighting going on and I was bawling, and it’s all just a fabulous Friday night where there should have been movies, and ice cream, but now I’m having to tell James, who is very upset for many different reasons, that we are crying because some of us are angry at each other, and that is nothing he likes to hear, and that "you make our life complicated" <sobbing>...["Nine of Nine", The Responsibility of One" becomes harder everyday in a relationship...]

And now. Headaches…and probably I should have a drink, but I am not fond of drinking…but this headache is likely a sign that by the time I publish this entry I won’t be here anymore.

These headaches, we've had them for years, we stopped taking pain killers for them because pain killers never work for a headache…so, that’s super fun...and now they are a multiple (ha!) day occurrence.

~Cassandra

Hope I didn't forget anything...