HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is to damn funny:

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Moderate
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.

Yeah, that's me. Come visit me at the 2 level of Hell - I'll be the whoreish one (I prefer slutty rather than whoreish).

OK, I'm done... gotta get back to work.... I really need to stop taking these stupid tests. I'm such a dork!

3XThursday : 05/01/03 : Thou Shall Not Steal (great questions Jake who last Sunday had his bicycle stolen so in retrospect on that event this weeks questions are about theft.)

1. So have you ever had anything stolen from you? What was it? Who did it?
Yes, mostly trivial stuff. In highschool someone stole my rubber bat out of my locker (bastards! that was Bob!) Not sure who did it. And this past January some little brats from the apartments decided to steal the plastic candy cane decorations outside my door and break them in the creek. Little fuckers. I've had things stolen off my desk from work before, and I'd whine and bitch. But as I said mostly trivial stuff. I did have an uncle who stole my jewlery box when I was 11. What an ass.

2. Have you ever stolen anything in your life? You can plead the Fifth if you want to.
Oh yeah, back in my lawless days with my sister. At one Jr. High we both attended the same school, we used to go through the lunch line and steal lunch (this was the snack bar line not the regular food line) for ourselves and our friends. Some minor shoplifting as a child. A street sign in high school.

3. Who was the biggest thief in your mind? In modern history or historically?

Well in my mind it would be my low-life theiving uncle. Fucker stole my mothers camera at my great grandmothers funeral! In history.... I'd say any of the conquerors. They all stripped the native people of their valuables and culture.

Bonus Question for Comments: Are there any situations where it is morally justified to steal? What would that be?

Yes in extreme situations of war or social oppresion where you are trying to feed your children and there are no other alternatives.

Gonna be a busy day today....

Things to do:

Make Ren costume for D.
Clean house
Fit Ren costume for D.
Take pics of Ren costume.

Things to write about soon:
Trip to fabric store: Monkey Sandwich
Waffle House
Gangsta 101
My fish (yes god my fish again)

Now why do the lawn people here start doing lawn stuff RIGHT infront of my bedroom window at 8 am? Why? I'm sure I'm not the ONLY person in the world who might like to sleep in! Super Girl is visiting D so I didn't have her waking me at 7 am.

L - you had me laughing hard. OMG - not at you, but what you wrote was a riot. I will have to write about 'The Natives and The Stomach Gods' that inhabit my being sometime.

A - Somehow I'm always the whorish one..... you virginal? I don't think so... ;o)

Well off to sew and clean and all...

take the virgin-whore dichotomy quiz.
and go to mewing.net. where we're all studs.

Tiny Little Dog…

This happened around the whole fish saga…. Just didn’t want to confuse anyone with other things. Anyway… before we head off to the pet store my oldest tells me that she wants a dog. Uggh. We got rid of the dog last year when we moved to the town house… Well let me correct that. I got rid of the dog last year… hmmm… still doesn’t sound right… OK, I dumped my dog at the pound and sentenced her to definite death. Yeah that’s it. Yes I do still have some guilt about all that, why do you ask? Anyway, I take a deep breath and explain that we already have 2 cats and some fish, we don’t need a dog, nor can we have a dog in the town house… and I had to mention that we already HAD a dog that we got rid of (hoping that would not prompt yet another discussion of where Foxy is now {dead} and how she misses her, yadda, yadda, yadda). She persists, I don’t feel like continuing this. Finally she says “How bout a little dog?” and holds up her fingers just about an inch apart, to which I reply “OK, if you can find a little dog that size, then we will get it.” Great, fine, not going to happen, argument over. When we get to the pet store (avoiding the Free Kittens box in the parking lot) she asks right away to see the dogs – I ignore her and go get my fish stuff. She persists the whole time asking when we can go see the dogs. She’s briefly side tracked by some cats in cages – oh bad for me.. I love cats and two of them were beautiful orange tabbies (my favorite), but I resist and distract her from the cats by asking her to help me find food and a toy for our own cats (who would not appreciate a new feline in the house…. In fact I think they would attempt to murder me if I did infact bring a new cat home… and hell this house only has room enough for one homicidal pet… who happens to bed dead now… so… I guess that’s not really and argument any more… hmmm… ) We head off to the check out, she is very unhappy that we haven’t gone to see dogs yet, but there isn’t any dogs in the store for sale – so I think “Whew – I’m out of that one!” But no – I just think I am. As we are heading for the line, in come two women with a basket and three Yorkie dogs in the basket, each one of the women is holding a tiny little Yorkie puppy! AHHHHHHHHHH! NO! Tiny Little Dogs! Damn it. So I let her go see the dogs and tell her that the ladies took the last of the tiny little dogs. Cosmic joke on me.

L had the coolest comment regarding Spike:

J, I am sorry to hear about Spike. (For those not in the know, Spike is a homicidal, vaguely hermaphroditic fish who has been getting it on with the other fish in the tank in a mindless quest to breed, occasionally murdering the other fish, and sadly, died herself last night). What can I say, J? Eros and Thanatos. Sex and Death. Maybe she got ahold of some bad fish food.

Eros and Thanatos... I think that sums up Spike's life pretty well.

I don’t know, maybe I killed them intentionally subconsciously… maybe I just got pissy thinking that my stupid fish was having a better sex life than I am. Jealousy! If I’m not getting any, then those damn fish aren’t either. Heheehehehe… Yeah I know.. I need help. ;o)

Details Of The Horrible Accident

I woke Sunday morning as usual, 4 or so smacks on the snooze button before I crawled out of bed to get ready for work. I was in great spirits; it looked like a really short day at work. I turned on the computer to check my e-mail (as I do every morning) then I walked to the kitchen to take my vitamins and crazy pills. I looked into the small tank and to my utter shock and horror Spike was laying motionless on the bottom of the tank and her boyfriend was floating on his side at the top of the tank. They both were dead! Dead I tell you! I looked around for any hint of foul play and saw none. I trembled with fear. Who would kill two simple goldfish? And… would I be next? I…. OK, that didn’t happen. I saw the fish, I said, “Shit! My fish are dead.” And I discarded above-mentioned fished into trash and emptied the small tank. I made sure the two fish corpses were covered in the trash so the kids wouldn’t see them then feel compelled to play with them (ewwwwww!!) or worse for one of the cats to find them and drag them out for a snack (fish parts on the floor – oh nasty!) Off to work I went. I was a bit disappointed that Spike was gone. I had that freaking fish for a year and a half! Some how she survived my utter and complete ignorance to fish care and my horrible neglect for about 6 months – at that point I decided that if she could tough out all that, I might as well put a little effort into owning a fish… I changed the water more often. And now a mere month into my big plunge into aquarium owning (I decided that a 3 inch fish was probably too big for a tank that held less than a gallon of water), Spike is gone. She was a interesting fish. Somewhat homicidal, always evil, mostly temperamental. I’m going to miss that evil little fish. * Sniff* * Sniff* A moment of silence please…. OK, I’m done… enough grieving.

After work - Off to the pet store! I had planned to go to Pet Smart even before the fish kill incident, now I had even more reason to go – Replacement fish!!!

Went right to the goldfish section and selected two fancy gold fish - a red and white ryukin and a calico fantail. I also bought one little comet goldfish. Then off to get a new filter (bigger, better, more powerful) and a bubble tube and a tank cleaner thing. I also bought some other things in the store – but they aren’t pertinent to this story. ;o)

Sooooo… I go home, clean out the fish tank thoroughly, set up the new things in the tank and drop in the new fish. Ahhh life is food. Valkerie and Thor (the red and white and the calico) seem to like it well enough. All of the fish LOVE the bubble wall. They are so funny, they will go to the bubble wand and get in the bubble stream and ride it up to the surface. Hehehehehe… they will do that over and over. It’s very funny, kind of like a carnival ride for them.

Damn it! I suck!

Fuck. I sucks so much. I have inadvertently killed Spike! (and her boyfriend) Damn it! My beloved evil homicidal bitchy fish is dead!

I read up on the internet about goldfish who were breeding. Several suggested moving the breeding fish to another tank so they can hit it in the privacy of a different tank (really to keep the big tank from getting all full of eggs - also if I did decide I wanted the trouble of raising the fry then I wouldn't have to worry about the big fish eating them). I had already notice some eggs in the big tank so I figured they could finish in the little tank. I prepare the tank as recommended and move the two into it at about 11 pm. I figured that by morning they would be done and I could move them back. Well they were done... as in done for. Dead as doornails. DAMN IT! After all the shit that fucking fish has gone through, to die in a nice clean tank is a real pisser for me. Oh well.... I chucked them in the trash this morning. I am going to get replacements later today.

I'll write a memorial to Spike a bit later.