Tribute to Glen Eugene Eudaly

This is in remembrance of my great-grandfather Glen Eudaly, who died December 10th 2005. We miss you Popa, and hope you are proud of what we have all made of our lives so far.

-M.E.

No, I don't REALLY want a ball in my eye. Thank you.

Okay, so in the past (like, July this year) I made a post entitled, "Are you TRYING to poke my eye out?" (here's a link, so you can read it if you like), and it was all about a mascara that vibrates. This blog here that you are reading now, should be dubbed, "about mascara, again". Only this time, the mascara stick doesn't vibrate. No, it's just a ball this time, not nearly as menacing as a stick that vibrates near your eye. Or is it? I mean, just think about it: You are about to put a spherical object with tiny little brush-like tines, near your eye. Don't you think that the end result to this particular situation would be to, oh, I don't know...poke your eye with the ball trying to get all the eyelashes in one go, perhaps? Okay, so maybe I'm the only one who thinks that putting a ball-shaped mascara stick thingy (yes, thingy is not a word, but whatever) near your eye is a bad idea, but you have to admit, that is yet another ridiculous idea from the make-up companies. How do they come up with crap like that, anyway? I mean, don't you think that just a regular mascara stick works just fine? It doesn't miss any eyelashes when using it, and if it does, you can just move it over to the spot you missed and get it, am I right? But a ball wouldn't really do much good, now would it? It would only get a little bit of your eyelashes at a time, and therefore make you work harder and longer just to get all of your lashes coated in mascara. Am I right, or am I hallucinating? Because what if they had come out with a secret mascara that works like a hallucinogen, and makes you see things like, giant eyelashes or something, so you think your eyelashes are really long? They would probably do that, too. They would make a mascara that makes you think your eyelashes are really big, but really they're just the same as they were before. And what if I used it without knowing? What if everything I'm doing now is just a hallucination brought on by an allergic reaction to the mascara that I don't even remember using? What if what I'm typing now is merely a jumbled mess of letters, with no start or finish? What if what I just typed about the "no start or finish" does not make any sense at all? Or, what if what I'm typing now is merely a jumbled mess of letters, with no start or finish? What if I'm repeating myself over and over, and none of what I'm typing makes any sense? No, that's impossible. I'm not repeating myself. No, that's impossible.
Anyway, I for one, think that the new mascara's that the make-up companies are coming up with, are all ridiculous, and they should just stop before they create something really crazy, like a mascara that makes you think your eyelashes are really big, but really they're just the same as they were before. Wow, Déjà vu. Have I ever said anything like that before? Nah, probably not.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Ugh...Some people are just rude.

Evidently, my annoyance doesn't work on everybody. Okay, I guess I should explain a little: You see, I have made it a habit to randomly go to other peoples blogs and following them, and then leaving comments asking if they could check my blog out in return. I like to put a humorous twist on it, saying that I know that I'm annoying, and that I will continue to be annoying until they check out my blog, but I always keep it light. That doesn't sound unreasonable, does it? I don't know, because several other people who have seen these comments have actually decided to follow me, and they think I was funny, not annoying. But this one guy on (I won't drop names), Eoin Cannon's Sketchbook (oops, just did) was ignoring me for the longest time. So I decided to leave a comment saying something along the lines of, hey, how come you never answer my comments, do you not check them? In a joking way, and ending with, "Annoy ya later, Miss Eccentric."
Does that sound rude, or do you agree that it just sounds as if I'm joking? 'Cause he left a comment saying that he always checks his comments, and he wouldn't check my blog out because it had no relevance to his, and to stop commenting on his blog. I guess you could say he was being somewhat polite about it, but the way he punctuated it, it just sounded extremely rude and uncalled for. I don't understand, is he not a fan of humor? Does he not know how to take a joke? He could have just said something like, "Hey, I'm sure your blog is great, but I only like to follow blogs that have something to do with mine, so I won't be following yours, sorry", but no. Instead I get a nasty comment saying not to comment on this guys blog anymore. I don't get it at all.
So anyway, I just left a comment back saying, "Hey, no problem man. My annoyance doesn't work on everybody. But hey, at least I tried, right? I won't bug you anymore." And then unsubscribed from his blog.
That sounds reasonable, right? I wish I had the guts to tell this guy off. Instead I just sit here and blog about it like a coward...At least I know that if he had said something like that to a friend or family member of mine, I would have the guts to yell at this guy like a banshee on steroids ( I am very protective of the people I love, so don't mess with them unless you want to die a thousand painful deaths ending in a one-way trip to hell. See? Funny, right? Only I'm not joking about that...*insert evil grin, with one eyebrow raised menacingly*). I can take solace in that, if nothing else.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. If you are one of those people who have gotten an annoying comment from me, please comment and tell me if you thought I was being rude, I would like to know. Also, if you come across that guy's blog, do me a favor and don't follow him. He's just a big meany-poo.

It's hard being a vegetarian...Hold the fish.

Okay, so I'm not a vegetarian, but my mom is. A few years back (wow, quite a while ago now that I think about it), my mom got sick from eating at a friend's (no longer a friend) house. It was like, the stomach flu or something, and she just couldn't eat anything but vegetable soup for the longest time. When she finally felt good enough to attempt to eat meat again, she got sick, again. She could no-longer digest the meat, turns out, because she's allergic to something in the meat (I don't pretend to know what exactly it is that she's allergic to). So ever since then she became a vegetarian, and can not eat any kind of meat again.
Now, back to the subject at hand: It's hard being a vegetarian. I mean (for instance), if you go somewhere out to eat, you have to check everything on the menu until you find something that says "vegetarian" or "vegi" in the name, and even then, you have to ask the waiter/waitress if that has chicken stock in it, or else you might get sick later because they forgot to warn you that even though they put "vegetarian" on the menu, they didn't actually mean vegetarian! And what if you want fast-food? Not that we usually eat fast-food much, because it's really not good for you, but what if we're in a rush and want a burger? Okay, so a lot of places have adopted the "vegi-burger" idea, but get this: You can buy a burger for one dollar at some places, but a vegi-burger is more like five to eight dollars, way more than the meat. Wait, there's more: Meat costs the fast-food companies more to buy than the veggies do. What?!?! That's right, veggies are cheaper to grow and therefore buy, but they are more expensive than meat once they're made into a burger. That does not make sense at all, does it? No. I don't get it...Veggies are easier to grow in large quantities than meat is to breed, but everywhere you go (whether it be out-to-eat, or in the grocery store), vegetables are high-priced, and meat not so much. It seems backwards to me. Or how about when you tell someone you are a vegetarian (this has happened several times to my mom, and still happens with strangers and certain family members), it always goes like this (we'll just call the person my mom is talking to in this instance Anonymous):
Anonymous: "So you don't eat any meat? What about fish?"
Mom: "I don't eat anything with a face."
Anonymous: "So you don't eat fish?"
Mom: "Do fish have faces?"
And yes, it actually goes like that. Exactly like that, several different times. It never ceases to amaze me when someone asks those exact questions, especially when it is a family member, multiple times. My dad's mother does that. Every time we see her, and we go out to eat or something, she always asks if my mom can eat fish, or cheese.
My moms answer: "Cheese does not have a face, so I can eat it. Fish does have a face, so I can't eat it."
And she never seems to get it...As does all the other anonymous people who ask the dreaded question, "What about fish?"...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.