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Sunday was a crazy day. We were both exhausted from our Anniversary celebration the night before, and I was even more tired because I went to sleep feeling a little sick and with a migraine. That morning, Chris made us a delicious breakfast and then we found out about that fantastic Blur game deal, so we were off to do that. Afterwards we cleaned in preparation for his family member who would start staying with us on Monday, and had so much to do.

Since the relative would be staying the night, I wanted their bedroom to be perfect. I washed the sheets and comforter, and when those went into the dryer, I put in a load of towels. Now, our washing machine was given to us for free from my Mother right before we moved into the apartment. It’s also the same washing machine that had a fuck load of black widows inside of it. We don’t have an excellent track record with this washer. Sunday was no different.

For some reason, I got up and was going to go somewhere or get something, and when I was up I looked to the living room and hallway, and I couldn’t believe what I saw. All I could say was “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Chris thought Moogle did something, or made a mess on the carpet, and I really wish that’s all it was, but it was so much worse than that.

There was water, about an inch deep, coming from the laundry room. It was inside the entire guest bathroom, it was down the hallway where the bedrooms are all attached, it covered the entire hallway off of the entry, and the entryway tile was completely covered as well. To make matters worse, our front living room carpet was soaked about 3-4 feet in, the coat closet in the hallway was drenched, and the entry to two out of the three bedrooms was sopping wet.

The water just kept coming out of the bottom of the washing machine, not allowing the sensor to detect that it should stop putting water inside of it. The hoses were fine, so it wasn’t that, so odds are, the evil washing machine is toast. Chris saw that our next door neighbors were outside so he had me go immediately and ask if they had a shop vac, so we could quickly get all of the water out and prevent water damage. Fortunately they did, and they had a Rug Doctor too, which helped out immensely with getting the water out of the carpet and pads.

Chris managed to fill the shop vac about 4 times with water, which should give you an idea about how much was there in the hallway and guest bathroom, and I was doing the Rug Doctor for a few hours. To do the living room, it took me over an hour. All in all, we spent well over 3 hours cleaning everything up, and we still had to finish with the rest of the house. By the time we got done with everything, cleaning wise, it was about midnight and we had to wake up Monday morning at 6, with the rest of the day packed.

So, needless to say the only way we can wash anything here in the house is by hand, or by driving all the way across town to go to MIL’s house and use her washer. Since we can’t afford a new washing machine, I can keep my fingers crossed that in 6 days, when it’s my birthday, I am given a nice new shiny one as a present! YAY!

- Me

*UPDATE* - I missed it before because it didn’t show up in Google Chrome, but on the How To page, there is an actual video. Seeing that I couldn’t add it to the post, I searched on YouTube and came across it, but the YouTube version includes an AMAZING song lol! Scroll down to bottom of post for video. Slightly NSFW.

OK… so, as a woman, I’ve almost always been jealous of how men can pee while standing up. I also hate how they can write their name in snow, whereas I have to squat and freeze my little butt cheeks. Having been born with my lady parts, I’ve found myself having to hold the urge to pee sometimes. This is due to inadequate restroom facilities, or simply none at all. Last thing I want to do is risk peeing outdoors somewhere and missing the mark, causing urine to go everywhere. Gross, gross, and did I say that it’s gross?

Today I stumbled upon this fantastic little invention that will allow ladies to pee like men, and I’m seriously considering getting some. Why? Well sometimes public restrooms are filthy and the thought of touching anything makes me die a little inside. I present to you all the Urinelle!

Now, the Urinelle is for more than just peeing like a dude. It can be used for when you need to provide a urine sample, and you don’t have to worry about accidentally pissing on your hands. Believe me, it’s not a good feeling. Also, it’s great if you have to go camping or do something else far away from a public restroom. Ladies won’t have to worry about peeing on their clothing, or it running down their leg. It happens gents, so be glad that you were born with a penis. Urinelle is 100% natural and biodegradable! Once you’re done with it, all you do is flush it down the toilet and wah lah! I personally would still use a bit of toilet paper to dabble my bits, but that’s just me. I’d feel unclean if I didn’t.

If  you’re wondering how it works, this little diagram that I found on the website should provide you all the information you’d ever need…..

So there you have it. Gone are the days where I freak out about ‘water’ drops left on public toilet seats. Gone are the days where I freak out because the stall I’m in is out of seat covers. Gone are the days where I don’t want to go camping, fearing that I’d have to risk potential piss on my legs or clothing. Thank you Urinelle. Now I can really be like ‘one of the guys’ and draw pretty urine unicorns in the snow.

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- Me

(Disclaimer: In the post you are about to read, the images used are NOT our feet. I used them so that there wasn’t just a wall of text. The only true image, which is of my painted toes, is the one on the main page for the scroll bar header. I’d rather cut off my feet than have some of the toes below….)

Over the past couple of days, I have suffered through not one, but two injuries to the big toe on my right foot. How did these happen? Oh well, let me tell you dear readers….

Late last week I was playing with Moogle in the front room. I believe Chris was playing some Red Dead Redemption, so I figured I would play with Moogs to pass the time. One of her favorite toys is this black plastic stick that allows you to attach various odds and ends. Her favorite attachment is this collection of multi-colored metallic streamers. It’s fun to move it around, have her chase it, and leap in the air. She can get really high sometimes if you get it just right.

Everything seemed to be going great until Moogle, with her front and back paws out, landed and slid right on top of my right foot. It hurt like hell because her nails got me right in the sweet spots. I had a slice on the top of my foot, right before my toes begin, you know… where the skin is really soft and delicate? I also had a nifty slice in the big toe knuckle crease (ouch) and then to top it all off, a nail slid right across my cuticle. Needless to say, playtime was over.

My second injury happened Sunday night. Earlier that day I had thought about trimming my toe nails, because they were slightly longer than I like them to be (I hate seeing the white tip nails get, at least on my toes) but because we were busy doing other things, I figured I would do it on Monday, along with a proper pedicure. Oh how I wish I listened to myself.

When we were getting ready to go to bed, Chris picked up Moogle and was holding her by the hallway. I went over to give her some loves and smoochies, since she was about to go to her room, but Chris stepped forward, and in doing so, his toenail went under mine, and POP – it snapped. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt…. and about 1/4 of my nail, starting from the tip, was ripped off almost all the way across. Fortunately it didn’t go all the way down to the skin. Unfortunately it caused the nail on the side to come out of my skin rather quickly so I was bleeding there. Right then, I cut all of my toenails, and I noticed that on the side where I was bleeding, you could see where my nail had lifted a little bit more, about halfway up the entire nail – it had that white, cloudy look to it. So, after I cleaned it with some antibacterial soap and water, I bandaged it up. The following day was alright except that it throbbed a couple of times.

Oddly enough, Chris was the recipient of a toe boo-boo as well. Last night, he was playing with Moogle using the same toy I was last week. He was doing the same exact thing, and guess what happened? Claws-out Moogs got his toes! Instead of it being his right foot, it was his left, but man she got him good. There was this large bead of blood coming out from the knuckle crease on his big toe, and she even got the toe right next to it. I guess it was a good thing we bought some band-aids earlier in the evening.

- Me

On Friday, May 14th,  it was announced that the bastards at NBC pulled the plug on Heroes. NBC has been doing a lot of stupid things lately (don’t even get me started on the whole Conan bit…) so I suppose we can add this to their long list of fuck-ups.

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Over the past few days I’ve been looking for some new iPhone games to get, and when scrolling through the recent titles I saw one named Almighty Mr. Ice. When I read the description, it looked like a simple little side-scrolling platformer, and was similar to Mario. I started to become genuinely interested in downloading it until I looked at the screenshots.

In this shot right here, everything looks relatively normal. It almost looks like a scene from Super Mario World on SNES. Pretty appealing, right?

Another normal screenshot. It shows the features of the Ice Shoe, and it’s abilities. Still nothing out of the ordinary.

WHAT IS THIS?!?!? EASY MODE: FOR LADIES AND KIDS? WHY FOR?!? Honestly? Aren’t we past this whole “women can’t play video games” type of mentality? Apparently not!

If the creator of the game simply said that easy game was for casual gamers, or for children, that would be fine… but to single out women as a whole, and apply that to the easy mode is ridiculous. Because of that, I didn’t download the game, an even though there are tons of positive reviews for it in the App Store, I won’t download it. I refuse to support a game that singles out women, and basically saying that women who play video games are so inept that they must resort to gaming on easy modes.

While I am not a fan of exclusive female gaming communities, because I feel that they actually help encourage the division between male and female gamers, I am strongly against discrimination towards female gamers. Every gamer is different. Every gamer has a different skill level. Why can’t we just leave it at that? Why do we have to have these arguments about how women shouldn’t be playing video games, or if they do that they will automatically suck? Sure some female gamers are terrible, but there are some truly awful male gamers out there too. As long as the player is enjoying themselves and having a good time, there should be no problem (but I should clarify that if I am playing a game with a team and there is a weak link, I won’t be too pleased because that holds the rest of the team back).

Anyways, without getting on a crazy soap box, my point to all of this is that it’s sad that there are still biases out there, and it’s a shame because I really wanted to play Almighty Mr. Ice. Now I won’t simply out of principle, and save myself the $1.99.

- Me

For the past couple of days, Twitter has been…unreliable. Sure we’ve had problems with Twitter in the past, and feel like the Fail Whale is a part of the family, but it’s getting to be a bit too much.

Last night the dreaded Fail Whale started making multiple appearances on peoples screens, when trying to tweet error messages were popping up claiming server and internal errors, and right now my Twitter stream went over a half hour without any updates coming through. Some of you might be thinking that my concern over 30 minutes of no activity is a little silly, but when I follow hundreds of people and everything has suddenly gone silent…. one begins to wonder if they are all alone out there on the internet.

Some are blaming the sudden increase in problems on the fact that Twitter recently said they changed their algorithm in which Trending Topics are chosen, due to the fact that Justin Bieber (just putting his name on our site makes me want to rinse my eyes out with bleach) was constantly up there, angering those who aren’t pedophiles and vapid teeny-boppers. Apparently Twitter angered the jail-bait natives, and they have been doing everything they can to get his name back up there, like changing his name to Bustin Jieber. Regardless, it needs to stop.

The stupid children doing this need to just suck it up because the adults are the majority in this. Twitter wasn’t created so that we had to deal with looking at the Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, and all of that other shit that has no talent. Twitter had other intentions, and it needs to have awesome things like Star Wars, Tool, The Tudors, Big Bang Theory, and others up there. It was a little late of Twitter to finally do something about Justin Bieber, but hopefully this is a step in the right direction, and hopefully they get their shit together because I’m tired of my Twitter going down *grumble grumble*.

- Me

A couple of weeks ago we announced that we would be sharing some of the ridiculous Mad Libs that we do together in bed before we go to sleep. Today, I bring you some more. As always, I will post the ones I asked Chris to fill in, and he will post the ones where I provided the answers. I’ll be nice and issue a disclaimer again: loads of penis references, bizarre stuff, and I can assure you that neither of us suffer from any mental/psychological disorders.

First one is titled Horror Movies:

Here is a list of the most large horror buildings ever made in Hollywood. Each of these rusty films received a rating of two nipples-up from Siskel and Ebert. 1. The Hunch Ass of Notre Concrete 2. The Weed of the Living Sun 3. The Banana of Frankenstein 4. The Invasion of the Peanut Butter Snatchers 5. The Desk from the Gargantuan Lagoon 6. I was a Teenage Were-Car 7. The Shower of the Opera.

Next is titled Four Sure Signs:

Now let us discuss the bouncy traits of four more zodiac toes. Aries (March 21-April 19) are very sleepy lovers. If you flatter their eyes or tell them they have a splendid floor, they are capable of deep affection. Although they are generous and grumpy, don’t challenge them or you will wind up behind the fluffy ball. People born under the sign of Taurus (April 20-May20) are calm, honest, frank, and giant. They are dopey thinkers. Their asses are fondly planted on the ceiling. Geminis (May 21-June21) have frumpy brains and are interested in scientific walls. While very romantic and tiny, they are also practical and juicy. Their main goal in life is to make a great deal of bushes. Those born under the sign of Cancer (June 22-July22) have intense stars and often have enormous cats. They have uncontrollable dogs and can fly off the penis at the drop of a nose.

The final one is titled Another Close Encounter:

I wanted to tell you about a soft experience I had yesterday. I was walking down a path which leads from my house, when three kitties from Outer Space came out from behind the mail box. I couldn’t believe my boobs. My heart stopped. I wanted to scream at the top of my elbows but I couldn’t because I had lost my safe. I was very close to wanking when one of the creatures fiercely held out his trunk and shook my chest. These were friendly, but strange looking, balls. The one who was puce had a gigantic Skag on his head and had four robes sticking out of his bandit. I wonder if all this was a figment of my Spiderant.

I hate being sick, I really do….so when I woke up yesterday morning with a sore throat, I simply assumed it was allergies. Plus, Chris informed me that I was snoring like a bear in my sleep. Two logical reasons for me to have a sore throat.

Drinking hot tea didn’t get rid of it, and this morning when I woke up, it was worse. Thinking that maybe it could be my acid reflux, I got out of bed and went to take my Prilosec. I put the kettle on to make some hot tea, and then grabbed a glass so I could take my pill with some water. In hindsight, I thought I was doing something positive for my body. Boy was I wrong!

Immediately after drinking the water to take my med, I got nauseated, and proceeded to empty the entire contents of my stomach (pill too) into our kitchen sink. Good morning to me! So far, I’ve managed to drink my tea, eat some bland crackers, and have a few throat lozenges. I’m so thankful for my chair (yes… I said MY CHAIR!) because I can lay back, recline, and be on the PC comfortably. I don’t want to get up and go anywhere because when I do, I get nauseated and it sucks.

If anybody wants to send me some soup, I’m here, just make sure to keep your  nasty germies away from me!

The end comes for us all, and unfortunately, it seems that the end has come for the World of Meh.  To be fair, the end has been here for quite some time, sipping on tea in the lounge, waiting only for a formal introduction.  Well, ladies and gentlemen (all none of you, at this point), allow me the honor and privilege of introducing our dear friend, The End!

This will, most likely, be the last post on the World of Meh site.  The World of Meh has been heavily neglected over the past few months.  Lindsey’s last post was in July of 2009, and I have only contributed 30 posts (including this one) since that time, on a very inconsistent schedule.  I have tried over this period of time to be more productive with regard to the World of Meh, but the site was created for a purpose, and that purpose has long since been abandoned.  A backup has been made of the site’s content, and may one day be uploaded on a new endeavor as an archive, but until then, the World of Meh will have to exist solely in our hearts and minds, and a small .xml file on a portable hard drive.  The site will not be maintained beyond an undetermined point in the near future, as it currently costs $25/month just to keep the server active for something that is so obviously unused.


You can visit Lindsey at her new online home (where she writes with a proclivity and prolificness that has long since been absent from her writing at the World of Meh), the Brutal Gamer.  She is also available on Twitter.

You can visit Chris online on Twitter, but his e-presence is otherwise, for the time being, e-homeless.  Fear not, dear readers (who the fuck am I kidding with this shit?), I will, in time, find my way to a new home online where my words can spew forth like vomit into a bucket known as the Internet.


I wonder how long it will take for any of you to see this.  $20 says nobody even notices when the site finally goes offline.

Here’s looking at you, Internet.

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