I called and scheduled my surgery today. I wanted it like...um next week, lol. It's scheduled for the 28th of November. The Monday after Thanksgiving. I'm proud of me for doing it but I'm uneasy. Scared really. I'll deal with it as longa s they don't start shaving things. OMG THEY'RE GONNA SHAVE THINGS!!!!!! They're going to use a vein in my inner thigh to send a camera and the electrode to my heart. Oh geez. They're gonna cause me to get a brazilian. :| Some nurse.. oh hell what if it's a male nurse.. is gonna get waaay to close to my nether regions. Oh hell, what if they're gonna shave.. well I tend to do that myself.. oops tmi..sorry.. what if the nurse doesn't have a steady hand? Oh heyll naw! That's it. I'm canceling.

Man, I couldn't make this stuff up. Why would any group erect a giant soft bunny on a mountainside and think it's going to last for 20 years?

Donald Rumsfeld is briefing the President, "Yesterday,
three Brazilian soldiers were killed. "OH NO!" cries
the President, "...but how many is a brazillion?"

I'm having such a hard time sleeping I'm almost afraid to go to bed. If I'm not tossing and turning, people I've seen, but don't know are up in my head. I wish they'd stay the hell out. If someone is trying to use my dream state to tell me something, I wish they'd say it clearly already. How 'bout leaving me a note on a post-it or in the steam from my shower (alright I rarely have steamy showers) but you get the picture. Maybe I should undergo hypnosis and see what my unconscious mind is trying to say. It had better not involve HD rum raisin ice cream either. Damn I could do with a pint of that stuff.

Do you remember when the television season lasted from the 2nd week of September to sometime in May or early June depending on the number of reruns and made for tv movies/mini-series we had to endure? Does anyone but me remember when a full season was 18-24 episodes at least? If you do, you probably also remember when shows lasted to the holiday season and mid-season replacements were just that and not series in what seems to be a new season. What the heck happened to that?

It seems like now a series comes on and is off for the season 8-10 weeks later with 2-3 weeks having been reruns. Fox canceled Head Cases after it's 2nd episode. SECOND EPISODE! I'm not saying it was good because I never watched it, but damn. At least give it a month. Let people try to catch it. I mean damn you're Fox, a network that has yet to have a full weeks worth of primetime programming. Head Cases couldn't have been much worse than Bones. I walked in while my sister was watching it. After 10 minutes I almost slipped out my chair fast asleep. I don't know who thinks David Boreanaz can act, but I assure you it's not me.

Let's talk about cartoons. There used to be a time that they didn't put a toon on if they didn't have at least.. oh I'll say.. 8 new ones in the hopper. This is not the case with cartoon network. Last week (or was it week before last) I kept my promise to scream if they showed 1 of the same 5 episodes of Teen Titans they love to run from last season again. How do you start a new season and then start repeating 5 old episodes 2 weeks later and still make money?

You know what's worse? The other channels are showing crapola. I remember when the Discovery Channel and TLC were interesting. Now, they're all makeover shows and celeb bios. Tha hell? Don't even get me started on Realio.. oops I mean Bravo. During certain times a day, I'm stuck watching C movies (C for Canada) on Sci-Fi.

My lord. I don't know how you guys with digital or satellite do it. I couldn't deal with extra channels showing absolutely zilch.

All points were leading toward home. I was close to home. The driver was heading in the direction of my home. I knew whoever it was in the backseat. And I decided to walk home. I dunno but I think that's a lot of home links. Perhaps it's too many roads leading to home.

In recent dream logs white means something like enlightenment, but that's not what I learned as a girl. Back before there were books and signs were passed by word of mouth, white meant death. When I interpret dreams (I used to do it quite frequently for friends but I've slowed considerably), white always means death. No matter how much I wish or hoped it didn't, that is what it means and it has never let me down. Yes, it's possible it could be the death of a situation, which I hope, but it typically turns out to be the death of a person. I have only been able to figure out who once and that was because it was my father. If you remember anything about my dream posts, you know I don't know what's going to happen to whom until it happens.

Oh well, somebody's g'wan diiiiiiiie. I hope that somebody is my job because I get a better one. Cross your fingers.

It's Crazy Dream Time with Ally. I'll you the dream and then everything that's wrong/odd about it.

I'm standing on the corner of Broad (the largest street in the city) and CB Moore Streets with 2 co-workers. We're waiting on a bus to take us to the train so we can get to work. A few buses came by but they were either the wrong bus or had "not in service" scrolling on their marquees. The 3 of us began schitzing because we're going to be late for work. It was also very brisk. The only reason why I know this is because I was shivering and holding the neck of my top closed. No one in the dreams was dressed for cold weather.

At one point I looked up and another co-worker was driving by in a large white car. Someone was in the back. I think I know who, but I'm not sure. I began calling the driver's name trying to get her to stop, but she didn't hear me. Her windows were down so there really was no reason why she shouldn't have heard. The car began to turn and make a right. I was running and still yelling out, "Can we get a ride to work?" The movement during this part of the dream was a little odd. It was just like in a movie when the show memories in a slow speed, however, not everything moved at the same pace. She drove off leaving us shivering on the corner.

I looked up and there were many people on all 4 corners waiting for buses. Eventually, a man came around the corner and told me that "SEPTA left y'all stranded at work." Realizing that I was never going to get to work, I decided to begin walking home. As I walked a bus pulled up and opened it's doors for me. I have no recollection if I did or not. The End.

Now, let me hip you to the oddities. First things first, I made a point of giving the intersection for a few reasons. That corner is on the campus of Temple University. Actually, it's like the beginning of the campus. The subway stops right there. The northwest corner we were standing on has a stairwell leading down to the sub. Yes, it was in the dream. If I were that cold waiting for a bus that was heading in the same direction as the bus, I would have gone down to the sub. Also, Temple U has a rail stop. I was only 8 blocks away from it. Oh, the bus I catch to go to the train stops on the southwest corner. We were on the wrong damn side of the street. Plus, I catch the bus at the corner of my block. How'd I get 14 blocks down with a coat?

The 2 coworkers on the corner with me drive. One is quite stingy. She doesn't like to give anyone a ride, but before she was given her car she was a ride begging ho. The other is the one that did the 180 and kicked me and the guy out the car. (Have I told you how she complains about not having enough money for gas. It falls on deaf ears trust me. I just ignore her.) The driver of the car doesn't live in Philadelphia and has no reason to be in my area. Plus, she was driving away from work not toward it.

lunch is over. i'll finish in a bit

I had a torrid affair with a conductor on my train. Yes, literally on the train. In an empty car. And if you believe that, I've got a bridge to sell ya.

As I've said before I take at least 2 buses and a train to and from work. From the time I started in November until the time my shift changed in February I had the same conductors, one of whom had an eye for me and vice versa. Let's call him Dave. I will say right now that the man is not physically attractive (from the neck up). As a matter of fact, another conductor, whom I have known since childhood, likened him to a steroidal chipmunk. A description that is not far off to be frank. But from the neck down.. hell from the waist down.. HOT DAMN! He made me feel like a gay man.

I always loved men's thighs and behinds. I'm not sure if I started watching football for the t & b, or if I like t & b because of football. I tell you it's all entertwined in the twisty innards of my mind. Anyway, I wanted to just grab hold of that booty and hold on for days. Maybe rest my head on a cheek or up against a thigh. I fantasized about nibbles. ahhhh What made matters worse is that his polyester uniform did not fit him. He had cut along the seam of his shirt and folded it up like a cuff. Did I forget to mention the guns? Those things were huge. He didn't have to make a muscle for them to bulge and when he did it was damn near the size of my head. I got a big noggin, not "So, I Married an Axe Murderer" or waterhead baby big, but big enough. In case your wondering, me likey guns too. I will admit his were just stupidly large. The pants. mmm The pants. Pardon me whilst I adjust my undergarments. They were so tight that if he had had cellulite I would have seen every bump. I swear I have just taken 2 bites of air just thinking about that butt.

After about 3 weeks of solidly watching him I caught him looking back. Realizing he was never going to say anything more than "Hello" I decided I had better. I started a little chit chat to gage where he was mentally and socially. He was no dummy, but not a match for me, especially at my snarky best, if I do say so myself. I could tell he was the rolling stone type. Unfortunately, not the Mick type but the "Papa was a.." type. I should admit I think that of all SEPTA (Southeastern Transit Authority) drivers and conductors. They are whores. Just like cops and fire fighters they get from one end of the city to the other. Unlike the aforementioned civil servants, they also get into the counties and other states. Women (and or men) all over the place. They're just not to be trusted, at least not initially.

part 2 will be later this week

Alright, so I lied. I've decided I don't feel like finishing this story.

Against every doctor's orders, I've had not one but two giganto cups of coffee. All total it was about 20-25 oz. of cafe con leche.. Ally style. Plus, I had 2 rows of a Cadbury Fruit & Nut bar. Why? because it wasn't even 5:30pm and I was falling asleep. With cup in hand I sat back to watch Master and Commander.

I kept seeing something move in my peripheral. It was YIM. The window kept popping up, but no one was messaging me. Odd, but I expect nothing less from Yahoo's weirdo instant messaging service. When my monitor shut off, not went to sleep, but shut completely off like some hit the power button, I came over to investigate. I found myself a little bouncy. I decided to IM Mr. EJ and the following is what transprired:

me: anyway, why'd u let me drink 4 cups of coffee and eat chocolate? i'm jittery like a long tailed cat in a room full of cocking chairs.
me: awwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooops. room full of ROCKING chairs. freudian slip that was.
he: *records conversation*
me: *rofl emoticon* *shh icon* pretend that's the middle finger
me:: omg imagine if i could invent something called a cocking chair. i'd be a fricking millionaire. watch your game, porn, etc and get jacked all in the comforts of your living room. does monday night football do it for you but your wife won't? try our new cocking chair. keep your hands on these nuts (que photo of peanuts) while we keep ours on yours. OMG i'd be a friggin billionaire
he: oh my gawd i'm gonna have to post that quote!
me: me too.
me: the whole thing.. shall we?
he: yes, we shall. specially when i do the old school wednesday.
me: u got a cock or rocking chair song?

He has yet to answer that question. I guess I'll just wait and see.

update: (5mins later) He's checking on those songs.

Most embarrassing movie sex scenes

Alright I tried to just post the link but lj wouldn't let me do it.

There’s been so much devastation, anger, and, unfortunately, cruelty surrounding New Orleans and the surrounding areas in the past 2 weeks that I feel compelled to write something about the city I came to (and still do) love.

The first time I visited NOLA I muscled my way into my sister’s room at the Hilton Riverwalk. She was there for a convention of social workers. I was there for fun and the free room. I arrived around 8 in the evening. The shuttle from the airport made a few stops at smaller hotels. I immediately regretted not finding my own room. The character of the other hotels not only wreaked history and romance, but I felt comfortable. It felt like the buildings in The French Quarter were welcoming me. “Chere, c’mon in and sit a spell. Have a mint julep and listen to some music.” It’s a giant aphrodisiac. It lasts longer than 5 minutes and is multi-orgasmic. New Orleans oozes charm. No man could ever compare.

As my evening tour through The Quarter came to a close, I turned my head just in time to see a mostly naked woman dancing on a serpentine stage while holding onto a pole. It must have been a little warm because the doors were wide open. All I could think was ‘Well, she’s not shy. This’ll be interesting.’ I was right.

My first day had me wandering from Canal to Esplanade, Riverwalk to .. I have no clue. Yes, I know, unless you’ve been there or have a map, you don’t know the distance. If I had gone in a straight line, it wouldn’t have been far at all. However, considering my zigzagging arse, I’d say I covered 5 miles or so. I just thanked the Lord for Nike. I had a marvelous time. I walk/march/danced. I don’t know what I was doing, but the Mummers would have been proud. I shopped. I swayed to the music. I straight up danced. I got travel advice, more like “Oh no, sweetie, you will not be going there. It’s too dangerous.” A native never has to tell me what not to do more than once.

I found the people open, friendly, generous, charming, warm, jovial, and gregarious. They treated me as if I were someone they saw on a regular basis. They gave unsolicited advice (like above), which I took to heart. Not all the people I met were natives. Some were transplants who, like me, just fell in love with “The Big Easy,” and, unlike me, made the commitment to relocate.

Over the next few days I did my fare share of wandering, touring, and meeting all measures of people (Creole to Cajun; illegal alien to relocated individuals). For the most part I found nothing but a gracious people. I was never afraid of New Orleans, not even it’s poor sections. Perhaps, it’s because I’m an east coaster from Philadelphia and have wandered NYC and it’s boroughs primarily alone. It could be because I felt like I belonged and as if this was my city. However, with that being the case, I obviously was extremely comfortable. My point in saying this is (to paraphrase Harry Connick, Jr.) New Orleanians are good people and shouldn’t be judged by a small group of ass nuggets (oops, I tried to keep this clean) that aren’t worthy of your spit. You can visit any major (and not so major) city in this country and run the risk of being shot. That’s an unfortunate consequence of the Reagan’s devastation, not Katrinas. Do not allow lunatics to comprise the face of a people!

As you may have guessed I’ve held back a little, alright a lot. I’m not sure why. I don’t know if it’s because I’m finding it difficult (not to remember, but to write). Or if it’s the energy I don’t have vs. what I’d like to do. I’d like to sit here and write up all my experiences including how I felt one with Bette Davis by visiting the house where “Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte” was filmed, how I became spooked by a building only to find out about it’s history later, or even how a Hindi couple wanted to see my breasts and have a 3-way. Yeah, I know. I don’t know how these people find me or why. What I do know for sure is that when financially able and when possible, I will be back in my city if only to support it. Bon Ton Roulet! Let the good times roll! Now and forever.

I can't seem to get through 10 minutes of my day without thinking of NOLA (New Orleans LouisianA). I'm constantly remembering the good times I had in a city that quickly became one, if not, my favorite city.

Everytime...
..I see the face of one of the many people that made my stay pleasant, I feel like crying.
..I see the facade of one of the beautifully constructed, decorated, and welcoming buildings, museums, plantation houses that enriched my life, I feel like crying.
..I see those same beautiful buildings or I should say not see them covered to their roofs in water, my eyes become red and glassy.
..I see children scurrying across buildings trying to be rescued, here people yelling for help, think about the possibility that those I saw early last week looking for help are gone, think that those I "knew" are gone, I get sick.
..I think of how deplorable the people have been treated, I become enraged.
..I see just one of Katrina's victims smile, I have hope.

I've been trying to write something for a few days now about the NOLA that I know and love because the devastation is just to much for me. Hopefully, I can get that done today.

EJ I hope you hear from more of your family soon. Jen, wherever you are, I hope you and your family are safe.

Alright, I admit it. I'm totally hooked on So You Think You Can Dance. I'm just fascinated. It's the highlight of my week (except for Sci-Fi Friday).

I'm too ticked that Craig and Jonas are gone before Alan. Yes, Big Papa, as they call him, can move, especially for his 300+ pounds size, but he should be gone. He's got a great personality and tries his best, but "No! Mamma NO!" I'm really not upset about his being there. It's not as bad as the first season of the singing show.. what is it.. oh Ameri Idull, where Jim's and RJ's non singing asses kept making it week after week.

I keep receiving invites to apply for jobs from companies or sourcing agencies that I've not only never heard of, but that have some of the cheesiest sites I've evern seen.

Let's examine exhibit one: Palmer . Now, if this company had the national and internation clientele they claim to have been since starting in 1999, wouldn't their site be better? Is it me? I've seen personal domains that looked better than that. Hell, not to pat myself on the back, but I had one. It's a really chincy site and I'm not sure they're on the up and up.

Coversely, LaJeunesse Cosmetics' site is somewhat polished and much more professional, but I still think there's something not quite right there. Here's a copy of the email (sorry I forgot how to do that blockquote thing):

Hello,
I recently found your resume online and feel you may be qualified for our customer service position.

LaJeunesse is the hottest new cosmetic line to hit the United States in years. Beginning in September 2005, we will be opening 2500 stores across the country. LaJeunesse will be sold exclusively through these stores.

The Customer service position responsibilities include handling all customer service inquires and educate customers on product line. Handle all incoming phone calls and ensure 100% customer satisfaction

Our Customer Service reps are also trained to offer additional products to customers to earn commission.

LaJeunesse offers the following compensation and benefits for the Customer Service position.

• $12.50 per hour plus commission (customer service reps can earn up to $21/hr with commissions)
• 401(k) plan
• Comprehensive health, dental and short term disability & long term disability plans
• Tuition reimbursement
• Rapid Advancement Opportunities
• Three weeks annual paid holiday
• Business casual dress code
• Paid sick days and personal days
• A friendly, team oriented environment

If you feel this position is for you please visit our website at:

http://www.lajeunessecosmetics.com

Go to the "employment" section

Fill out the online application.

Important Please Read

We are in the midst of a major national recruiting effort, to meet our aggressive store opening goals by the end of this year. The fact that you have received this letter does not mean that you are being offered a position, it simply means that based on your posted resume we feel you may be qualified for at least one the positions open. When you have filled out the online application we will contact you again and schedule an interview.

If you receive a letter from us more than once it means that your resume was flagged by more than one of our in-house recruiters. Please ignore the additional email(s). If you have any questions please go to our contact page and read our FAQ, ask a question online, or send an email rather than contact us by phone.


Nolan Sumner
LaJeunesse
Beverly Hills

Ionno but that name seems too made up for my tastes. And.. I don't know.. but are csr's in retail stores called... um.. what's the title.. SALES CLERKS?

I was coming back from picking up a package at UPS and was traveling along Kelly Drive, one of the several serpentine roads in Philadelphia. I have never seen an accident on this road. I could have gone for the rest of my life without having seen one.

The wheels up in the air were the first things I saw. "Oh Stephanie." Is all I could solemnly say. She saw the vehicle a few seconds later.

"It flipped over on it's roof."
"Yeah it's on it's head."
"It's a SUV."
"Oh my god!"

It was at this point I yelled at Stephanie to hurry up and move. The cars in front of us were going around and she was just sitting there. I hate lookieloos. She lookielooed just long enough for me to see at least one body in the car. I noticed a white t-shirt soaked in blood. The blood formed a red peaked design not unlike the design icing makes on a cake when it's poured on top and quickly cooled. The most noticeable thing I noticed was the dark black hole in the middle of the shoulders where the neck and head should have been. Further down the road I thought I saw a weird dead bird. I now realize it was a man's head. The countenance was extreme shock, but not fear.

I don't think I'll be sleeping well tonight.

Friday, July 29th, I took half a day off from work to sell Avon at a fundraising event. I worried about what I would bring with me because of the limited trunk space that my usual ride in has in her car. Now, keeping in mind I had told her that I was thinking about another ride, let me tell you what happened starting Thursday night. Since I was worried about space, I decided to ask the driver her thoughts on what I should bring with me. I made a couple of phone calls to her house, but there was no answer. Yes, a message was left. No, my call wasn't returned.

I began calling her Friday morning at 7:00am to tell her I had another ride. I called every 30 minutes for 2 hours. She nor her children answered the phone. This is not the first time I've had this issue with her house. She has a step daughter that doesn't click over and a son that hordes the phone. Though I knew the phone was off I tried her damn cell phone. Cut to my seeing her at work. Of course the first thing out of her mouth was something negative towards me. When I told her how many times I called she TOLD me that I hadn't. To me that's as good as calling me a liar. Needless to say, that pissed me off. What really got me is when she admitted she had gotten my message from the night before but opted not to call back. She said she hadn't gotten it until that morning. Hmmm.. lemme think.. you received a message 12 hours after it was left and you have the nerve to tell me I didn't call? Yeeeeeah. Whatever. That eve I had forgotten to make sure she had figured out that I would not be going home with her (and Ed, the other ridee). As I was about to go out the wrong door, I saw them leave and remembered. A co-worker was leaving behind them so I asked if she would let them know I was not going with them. She said she would.

So, Monday I get a lift to where I meet for a ride. Actually, to where she leaves from because I stand on the corner. She was coming out of the door as I arrived. I was about 3 minutes late, but earlier than when she drags her ass to the car. It did not escape me that had I not gotten a ride she would have left me and I would've been late for work. She had an instant attitude. "Look I think you just need to go buy yourself a transpass [local bus pass for unlimited rides] so I don't hold you up with my family stuff." Translation: I don't want you in my car anymore. She even had an attitude about my having the coworker letting her know I didn't need a ride. I was cool because to be frank I was damned tired of waiting for her to come out the house every damn day. I still thought after work would be cool since there is no bus to get me to the train until 70 minutes after we're done. I was wrong.

Longer story short: I've been taking public trans every day since that Tuesday, which costs me more money since I had already bought my transpass and it wasn't meant to be used in the burbs. It takes me almost 2.5 - 3 hours to get home now. I'm finished work at 6:30 in case you're wondering. I've been extremely sleepy everyday for 2 weeks. Sleepy and bitter. The last thing I have been wanting to do is go online. In case you're wondering about Ed. He couldn't believe she wouldn't drive me home until that Wednesday when he planned to pick up his rides again. She pointedly told him she was not going his way anymore and had to rush home to give her husband the car. That very evening Ed saw her sitting in the parking lot like she was waiting for someone. No rushing. No hurrying.

Alright I'm irked. Why do people in electric wheelchairs or those senior scooters take the bus? Why are they on buses when they're already in a motorized vehicle? Seriously. WHY!!!? They make the driver lower the ramp, make people move out of seats, and their tend to only be going 10 blocks or less. That irks my shit. It truly does. I can cut them slack when the weather is extreme... maybe. Tell them to stay their asses out hour traffic daggumit! I got places to go, tv shows to watch, and titties to scratch damnit. You don't wanna ride that scooter? Let's switch.

As you may or may not already know, I have an odd little mind that from time to time thinks the damnedest things. For instance I was watching a porno yesterday.. shuddup I can watch porn.. you're not the boss of me.. that starred 2 asian chicks. I think one may have been Philipino and the other Cambodian or from that region. Anywho, for some reason while watching this thing, I decided one of the actresses looked like Joz. It freaked me out for second. I like Joz and all, but I have no desire to see her face down ass up. I am happy to report that after many pauses and slow rolls, I have come to the conclusion that Joz is not a porn star... at least not yet. Or she just wasn't in this particular movie. Don't ask me what I was watching; I haven't a clue. I thought I was downloading anime and I wound up with Asian lesbians. Go figure.

I had a thought a couple of days ago that if I were forced to cover myself and wear garb in a Muslim country that I'd be buck nekkid underneath in defiance (and for cooling purposes). Cellulite for all to share.

I also thought I'd like to go to Hedo in Jamaica. Well, actually, I'd like to stay at the place next door that shares it's facilities. I'd have a small spylike camera and I'd film all the debauchery. Then, I'd rush home and upload it all to the internet. No black dots or blurred out faces. It would be like outting the freaks. Let the gay guys stay in the closet. Let's out the man that throws women he doesn't know on the bar and buries his face between their legs. And let's get a close up of every ho that allows him to as well. Whaddya say? Who's with me?

I'm even more convinced that the perfect job for me is a celebrity shill. "Nooooo actor buff wasn't in the bathroom of that gay club grabbing his ankles while being banged like Desi Arnaz's congas. He was home making sweet hetero love with me." I'm telling ya! I'd be fucking perfect for this gig. Seriously. As long as the pay is right (and I don't find him a complete arse), I'd be anywhere and everywhere he wanted me to be. Concerts. Premieres. Sporting Events. Shopping. Hell, I'd even tongue him for the cameras providing I know what's been in his mouth within the last 6 hours or so. ooh ooh I'd even cause a public scene for the break up. He could be the cad that cheats on me with his nanny ..er.. assistant. Or the heartbroken lover that found out that I was f'n one of his closest pals and business associates. Better yet I was cheating with another celebrity. Yeah, then I can move on to another gig. How sweet is that?

What has happened to the bras? Yes, they're pricey, but damn.

I've been wanting to update from work because I was really pissed off and wanted to vent. Since I can't check emails at work, it didn't make much sense to go through the recovery process. I knew I wasn't going to have the time to update at home. I've been entirely too tired.

I've always loved Superman, but hated Brainiac. I love to hate most comic villains. The ones I don't love to hate I don't like usually because they bore me. Brainiac is the only one that creeps me out. It's not so much Brainiac, the character, as it is the idea of him.

I've never been a fan of the computer/machine that has come to the conclusion that in order to protect the world it must destroy it's creators. I found HAL tolerably creepy. That boring, flat, unemotional, and quisitive voice makes me yawn and shiver at the same time. Ick I don't count Terminator because the first character's a soldier. I found the octupus like machines in The Matrix series to be soldier like as well. Like the Term they don't speak either. Perhaps that's the trigger.

I will admit that the idea of the world run by machines makes me nauseous. But see there's this other hand of mine. I thought it might be fun to travel within the Tron program. I always thought that would be fun. Then again, that might just connect to my fantasy world travel fantasies. Oh, I don't know. I'm too damn sick to psychoanalyze myself. All I know is that I've never liked Brainiac. Creepy knowitall humanoid machiney man! (I like the Cybermen from Dr. Who, though. Go figure!)