ZOMG!  When I was on the internets today, I found out about some ring tones.  Not just ring tones, but free ones too!  And I couldn't believe my luck when I was informed that I could win a new pink iPhone - AaaaaAAAH!!!!  So, I pulled my head out of my ass, briefly for some air, put it back in, and clicked right on the link!  It was so AWESOME!   All I needed is my credits cards and personal informations and they did the rest!  Now I'm in paradise.  I neever knew is could be so EASY!!!!  So yes now I've been infected by the idiots virus, and I can pass on the message 2U!!!!   AaAahaaaaaaHHH!!!

So the other night I decided to have a light supper at one of the olde establishments down by the port.  Nothing extravagant, mind you - I figured best to keep it under $5000 (skip the 4th and 5th courses).  Of course I had them prepare my usual table, seaside but facing inward enough to see and be seen.  Now, the usual wine steward was holidaying in Barbados (poor fool, that part of the Carribean is SO 1982!), so naturally they had a replacement.  This OAF had the nerve to suggest I go with a 1988 Chateau Beumont instead of the 1955 Chateau Lefite!  I tell you, I had half a mind to leave right then and there, but I resolved to not allow this VULGAR BUFFON to spoil my evening.  The rest of the evening went more or less "d'accord" but this is one event I shant forget for quite some time!  Anyway, that's all for now, I'm off to weekend in my GIGAYACHT... toodaloo...

There seem to be a few ads appearing here (at least for me) that ask whether or not your kitty is overweight. I’m just wondering whether these are for cat fat camps, or maybe like a nutrisystem program for kitties or something? Or possibly Jazzercise - it may not be in fashion with the humans anymore but cats always have and always will enjoy some of that jazz music. I’m just hoping my cat shapes up sometime soon so I don’t have to send him to kitty fat camp, or, worse yet, put him on a cat weightloss reality show where they tempt him with catnip-laced donuts in a desperate attempt to attract viewers...

I thought it was time for an upgrade, so I replaced my brain with an iBrain today.  It cost $600,000, but luckily they put me on a "special payment plan" - if I live to 100+  there's a slight chance I'll pay it off!

So far I haven't noticed much of a difference.  Although I'm not too thrilled that now everything I want to do has to go thru iTunes.  And every time I hear a song a dollar seems to get tagged on the bill. 

If anyone reading this wants to have a conversation soon, give it a few days, I'm still working out some kinks (that and AT&T reception isn't too good around here)...

Yes, MySpace is "so two years ago," so why not go over to my Facebook page and, if you know me (or at least aren't some random band or creep), and you have a page there (or sign up for one), join me in yet another narcissistic web experiment?

http://www.facebook.com/p/Aila_Slisco/677427126

So, I decided to remove a bunch of bands that I'd "friended" a while ago, because I went thru my "friends list" (sorry, I'm having a hard time writing that, MySpace is ludicrous) and realised I don't really like the music and/or don't know who they are. In accordance, I haven't for some time, and won't be "friending" random bands unless I know them somehow (the music or in some cases the people - at any rate I must actually like the band, and listening to every band who spams friend requests isn't going to happen).

There were a few other people I removed as well, I did that because of constant "9/11 Conspiracy" bulletins from a few people. I'm sorry, but your conspiracy theories are total bullshit.

So, I've now got a Vox blog, which I'm using to post/share various music with people.  If anyone's interested - check it out...http://aila.vox.com

Also, I should be posting up my most recent Dub Club mix here soon, and there'll be another one on the way in a few weeks.  So yay for that.

I should probably write some more silliness here too, since that was sort of the idea with this blog...

Gustav Adolpholus
he died in 1632
he was the second Gustav Adolpholus
also known as Gustav II

Napoleon, dug his style
like none ever seen before
famous for his mobile artillery
in the famous thirty years war

He had bullet wounds in his stomach
as well as one in his throat
given the time in history
he likely smelled heavily of goat

Did I mention he was Swedish?

It's a fork in the road. It's a fork in the eye. But for my crushed right eye I would die with stereoscopic vision.

Yeah, I know I said I wouldn't do this again... :) I was lonely. It was a Tuesday. I'm always lonely on Tuesdays, unless it's one of those Tuesdays when I have to "maintain order" for large crowds downtown. By "maintain order" I mean, of course, yell if people don't do what I say. Threats work sometimes too, but generally I'm not physically imposing enough for that. Anyway, on this particular Tuesday I was home alone, bored, and snorting dishwashing detergent "just to see what happens." Suddenly a tiny little "friend" appeared in my field of vision. This "friend" looked suspiciously like a cockroach wearing a tuxedo, but I didn't say anything, because it would have been quite an insult if it were in fact a little person and I'd called him a cockroach. There was no verbal communication from this new "friend" of mine, but I could sense his words inside my head, as though I'd gone schizophrenic only the voices weren't saying "kill kill kill!" No, in fact, my little buddy was complimenting me on my choice of hobby. Apparently he'd been told that dishwashing detergent was what the "classy" people snorted these days. This made me feel good inside, since I'd blown all my cocaine money on cocaine, and dishwashing detergent was much more affordable (although some of the stuff you can find on the street is a little steep, and it leaves filmy spots on your dishes). Anyway, after vomiting and passing out, I awoke and my "friend" was gone. A few days later I snorted some more detergent and he reappeared. Naturally, I started chatting with him, and it was fun for a while, but once we started talking politics it got to be a bit of a mess. I told him that I was pissed off by the whole Iraq fiasco, and I really wished George Bush would get out, and he became furious! "Do you know how many died in 9/11?," he said. "Yeah, it was around three thousand I think, not counting all the people who've died in Afganistan and Iraq as an indirect result." "No," he shouted back, "that's only the tip of the iceberg! A friend of a friend of a friend's friend of mine told me that over a million cockroaches died in the towers! Can you believe that?!!" I didn't know how to respond to that. Although I had to suppress a wry smile forming on my face when I realised that the likelyhood he was, in fact, a cockroach had at least doubled. But damn, if he was a cockroach, he was a good looking, sharply dressed cockroach! I'd always heard they were filthy so that came as a bit of a suprise, but I suppose stereotypes often turn out to be false. Still, the self-righteous rant about liberals aiding and abetting a "cockroach holocaust" that followed really put me off. Luckily I vomited and passed out shortly thereafter. Needless to say, these days I try to keep a lot more busy on Tuesdays, and I haven't snorted any dishwashing detergent since...