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caffeinated
Now Playing: why don't they have a "non-caffeinated" emote?
Every so often, one comes across something that they simply must share with their friends, family, and/or strangers, for whatever reason. I was looking around the mozilla site, checking out the themes, I figured I'd spice up my browsing experience. (Since I vowed to NOT dye my hair for six months--I'm on month three, btw, and I'm getting bored with whatever color my hair is. Currently, the color is indescribable, it was white-blonde, then I dyed over tht a lovely blue-black, the blue faded to purple, then black, then charcoal, then brown, then it kept fading to this brownish-greenish-bluish-grayish-blondish-thing-I've-got-happening-here. Not entirely certain what it is...but I digress.)
I came upon a theme that was no longer being offered, or doesn't exist anymore, something. Either way, it didn't offer a preview, so I couldn't see, and I couldn't download it, but the caption was cute.
This is what it said (vebatum):
It's overdone... It's tacky... It's PimpZilla !!!This was the caption for the theme known as PimpZilla 2.0 2.0, dated February 18 of this year. The url if you think I'm lying: https://addons.update.mozilla.org/themes/?application=firefox/
Needless to say, that since I'm writing this at nearly eleven-thirty at night, I've become mildy obsessed with this unknown browser theme. I really, and I mean really, want to see what it looks like. I'm so far gone at this point that I might even download even if I don't like it. I'd download it as a testament to my irrationalities, my "mild obsessions" (and I have many, oh soooo many), my sanity. Yes, I said "sanity". You see, it is life's little insanities that keep us all so sane. This is why I don't trust the so called "normal people". (I'm getting off subject, but it's okay.)
Take Martha Stewart for example. Before the whole getting caught for being bad thing, I didn't like her at all, in fact, she scared me a bit. I couldn't bring myself to believe that she was as perfect as she came off. No one is that perfect.
No one can possibly look that fabulous at that age and not have a few skeletons in their closet. Let's face it, normal, truly normal people, do not have perfect hair all the time, they don't make a huge breakfast every morning, a decent lunch, and a galant dinner every night. (Hello? Pizza Hut? Dominoes?
Little Ceasar's ??!!!) Normal people don't make their beds every morning, they don't use farm fresh eggs for everything they cook that involves eggs, they don't all have to have coordinating colors or saucy patterns, they don't all have impecable homes that look as though no one actually lives there. Normal people eat or have eaten, Nilla Wafers & Kool-Aid, spaghetti sandwiches, burnt meatloaf, dry mashed potatoes, lumpy gravy, rubbery green beans, tuna surprise, and skunky beer. Odds are they didn't like it, but they choked it down or spit it out trying. Their homes have clutter, old magazines, last week's newspaper, stacks of bills, laundry (clean & dirty), macaroni collages (if you've got kidlets) strewn about the house, taking up almost every bit of a available surface space, save the floor and ceiling. They have dust, dust bunnies, dust mites, dust collectors, dust mops, dust in places no one ever knew dust could possibly be!
However, now, I kind of like Martha Stewart. Not because she broke the law, but because now she seems more "human". Flawed, imperfect, and positively normal. And, in the words of Bart Simpson, "that ain't not bad." I'd take normallacy over the drone borg-collective of seemingly unattainable perfection any day of the week. (Yes, I've been visiting anomalie-unlimited.com again. Yes, I reread the hate mail. Yes, it's still funny.)
Posted by good-feathers
at 11:49 PM CST