There are people in my house.
Eating my food.
Touching my cat.
Drinking my water.
Breathing my air.
Impeding my wandering.
Entering my bathroom.
Using my shower.
Wasting my soap.

They are leaving doors OPEN! And lights ON!
They put a DIAPER in my bathroom trash bin!

The list goes on!
This must stop.
I attack at dawn.

Anyway.. something I wrote up for a dA journal but for some reason never posted:

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Wandering is awesome. Even if you're accompanied by an annoying younger sibling.

See, a few days ago Josh and I wandered off and ended up by the lake.. which was FLOODED, btw! Really. Really. Flooded. The beach? Underwater. The park benches? Covered. Lifeguard towers? Sticking out of the water. Sections of the downtown area were cordoned off because the water had spilled over into parking lots.

As we were walking along a road near NIC, we saw *cackle* submerged buildings! Some poor bastards had their entire building complex underwater! All you could see was maybe 2 feet of wall, and the roof. Serves 'em right for building low near a lake. Some of the boats had floated free of their moorings.

We hopped back in the car and drove off, parking near the Fort Sherman playground, and continued our wandering; we ended up at the Resort. Our intention was to just find an exit from the parking garage, so we could access the other side of the boardwalk -- which was closed due to flooding -- but we ended up walking around the Resort for.. well.. a long time. And nobody stopped us! They thought we were residents. It was awesome. We were both tempted to check out the pool, and I had to stop Josh from going into the Spa.. at that point we found some maintenance stairs and started exploring the less luxurious areas of the resort. I was kinda wary of a door locking behind us, but it never happened.

When we finally left, we headed out the back (loading dock) and watched some moron speeding through a massive puddle. You could hear his belt coming loose, but he just kept going.. apparently the driver was in a devilish mood, because he kept trying to soak a random old guy who was just standing on the sidewalk. Josh pulled out his phone and started taking pics.

I hate when people do that. If there's a fight, half the crowd is recording it. They all watch, cheering someone on or screaming for more violence -- but if challenged to a fight they'll defer to a peaceful resolution. Disaster? Recorded. Wreck? Recorded. Parasites.

Right. Moving on. I'm pretty sure the guy in the SUV would have soaked us next, but he saw the phone.. and I suppose he thought Josh was calling the cops or something. For the best, imho, because I didn't want to get covered in muddy water.

Then it was climbing around on a mountain.. hill.. thing. It's definitely too big to be a hill (even though they call it Tubbs Hill), but not quite a mountain. Then.. back home.
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As I commented earlier.. fat people are everywhere. EXCEPT on TV! On TV and in movies, skinny people reign. Skinny people & fitness buffs. I understand the concept of the fourth wall, and willing suspension of disbelief.. but how can people want to watch these people who are NOTHING like the general population?!

Skinny, ass-kicking heroines. You know the type; the character is preposterously adept at beating ANYONE up, but played by an actress who is probably suffering from anorexia. How, for example, does the twig-like actress in Resident Evil expect to win against SO many people if when she punches people IRL.. they giggle like the Pillsbury Doughboy? Too fake for me.

Same thing with Alias. And Tomb Raider. Kill Bill. Underworld. *lols* Catwoman. Buffy. Charlie's Angels. Hell, even Domino. Etc.

I'm not sure why I was suddenly struck by this disgust yesterday.. I just was. On a similar note -- where are the fat action heroes? They exist young and old, guy and gal, black, white, and lots o' yellow. But.. no fat gun-toting, ass-kicking secret agent/medical experiment types. Pfft.

Imagine.. Gladiator. Or Braveheart. Troy.
But with Hurley, from LOST.
I'd watch that.

Then again, as I admitted on MSN, I'd also be up for watching Madeleine run around in a pantsuit with a gun & lesbian sidekick to teh James Bond soundtrack.

I STILL can't change the dA Mood!
It's seemingly stuck on Euphoric.. which is hardly representative of how I feel at the moment.

Annnddd that's enough for now.