Just finished watching the movie Cemetary Man. That was one strange piece of cinema. I enjoyed it and I think I got some of the points it was trying to get across (about 25% maybe), but man it was strange. If I ever had to explain its plot to someone, I’d probably break.

In other news, Contains2 is functioning once more! Hooray! I have email again. I was hoping that maybe since it was gone so long I’d stop getting spam. But I didn’t. Not at all. The only consolation is that I didn’t get spam during the time it was down. But I’m getting it now. And the whole operation seems slow. But I’m pleased to have it back, so I no complain.

And finally, go home you perverts.

There’s a Mansheep now? Holy chimps! We’re screwed. I saw on the Colbert Report that scientists have created a hybrid man/sheep. That’s freaky. Although now it occurs to me that humanity is largely a bunch of sheep anyhow. I did a quick look at CNN.com to see if I could find a link, but couldn’t, so I’ll just leave it to your imaginations, because that will be worse for you.

But I can say that if we keep along this line of genetic experimentation. It’s only a matter of time.

And finally, Contains2 is still not working. I… really don’t know what to do about that. I’m not happy.

For the record, I did get in touch with the bank and it turns out I gave the internet server wizards the wrong three digit security code and that’s why it isn’t working. And since the three digit code is on the card itself I have to get it off that and not the monthly statement things I got the number off. And that means I have to find the card, which I left in my room at some point to keep myself from using it offline.

For those not aware, my room is a reflection of my soul. When I am extremely happy, it gets cleaner. When I’m not, it becomes a mess. I have not had a clean room since I was twenty or twenty-one. And these days, it’s a damn mess.

Now I’ll point out that on my previous Visa, the three digits were easy to remember: 505. That’s a favorite number of mine, because it scares crows (I like crows, but still…). But they (Visa/Royal Bank) called me one time about upgrading my card to a different plan where I get double points or whatever. I usually go along with them on stuff like this because I genuinely don’t care and I figure they’re probably rewarded for every person they talk into crap like this. Anyhow, I wasn’t aware I would be issued a new damn card because of this. Thanks to this, I’ve lost weeks of having an email because I don’t have my 505. The shame of it all.

I guess I’ll try to find the card tomorrow and call them up again on Monday.

Sigh. I wish I had an actual life to talk about on here…

As I check out my groceries, I occasionally note that there is a “Pregnancy for Dummies” booklet next to the cash. I am not convinced we should be letting Dummies get pregnant. They’re likely to only produce dumb offspring. Right?

Anyhow, in the ongoing story of being unable to pay for Contains2, I got a letter from the Royal Bank’s security department yesterday saying I should call them. I tried four times today and it was busy each time. Go figure.

Apart from that, not much to say. So I will simply say “Volcano Rabbits Exist” and leave it at that.