I'm in a foul mood. I'm in a foul mood and the music that I brought to help with foul moods isn't working because it is what's caused my foul mood. Ironic, eh?

I bought a couple of CD's from Target yesterday, from their Lifescapes collection. "Celtic Bagpipes" and "Celtic River". Yes, I like bagpipes, blow me. Anyway, one of my all time favorite songs played on the bagpipes is Amazing Grace, which is on this CD, but it's the last song. For some fucked up reason I can't figure out, my computer's CD player can't get past track number 8. My winamp locks up and then my entire computer goes. I've tried other CD's and they work fine, it's just the bagpipes one. Isn't that fucked? I'm listening to "Celtic River" right now, but for some reason, all my other computer sounds aren't working. Maybe it's fucked too. Sure hope Larry didn't fuck something up coming back from Wisconsin. Bastard.

Well, my plan to leave work early and take a nap when I got home fell through. Oh, I left work early, but when I got home, the wife put me to work. We went to the house and got her plants and brought them to the apartment. Heavy fuckers. And guess who's fat ass had to carry them all upstairs? Yep. Me! Then we went to Target and got some stuff for the apartment. A bathmat and shit, some floor lamps and the wife got some new thongs. Yes, kiddies, Mrs. Icebear wears thong underwear and she looks soooo good in them. When I first met her online (yes, online), she said that guys would tell her she had the perfect ass for a thong/g-string. She thought they were using it as a come on or something, and probably were, but they were also telling the truth. Mrs. Icebear has a very nice ass. She complains that it's a little wide since she had Icebear Jr., but a little exercise and it will be back to it's original perfect shape (not that it's not great now). Anyway, by the time we got done it was time for supper. We went to the Roadhouse Grill because Tuesday kids eat free. It was great. Of course, it was after 10:00 when we got home so it was after 11:00 before I got to bed. I actually got less sleep last night than I did before...and I had left early from work just to get some sleep. Go figure. Sometimes my life is really fucked up.

I'm getting pierced. You heard me right, the 'Bear is getting pierced. And inked. I have 3 earrings in my left ear, and, when I moved to Florida, had 2 in my right and a 4th in my left, but they've closed up. I also have a tattoo. A stylized Ankh on my right bicep/shoulder. Anyway, sometime this week, maybe closer to the weekend, I'm going to go and get my tongue pierced, a spike through my lower lip (between the top of my chin and under my lip) and I'm getting another tattoo. I've got other piercings that I want to get, but the wife says she doesn't think they'll look good so I'm going to wait. Anyway, I'll keep you all informed...like you really care.

I have to get a rant off of my chest. I'm tired, sick and tired, of going to places online and ordering stuff and then being told, after already waiting a week, that what I ordered is no longer avaiable. Only to go back to the site a month or two later and still see the item that I ordered, the one no longer available, still listed for sale. This has only really happened to me on one site, but still. I love going to Relapse Records web site. Some of my favorite bands are Relapse bands: Nile, Mortician, Incantation. Anyway, they have an online e-store, which is where I got 97% of my long-sleeve 'metal' shirts. Many many months ago, when I first placed an order with them, I ordered a shirt for the band Brutal Truth. The image was from their album "Sounds of the Animal Kingdom". This is what it looked like, front and back.

Well, when my order finally came, the sales slip said that it was backordered and would be shipped separately. Ok, fine. I'll wait. And wait I did. I never really heard anything back from them so one day I sent them an e-mail asking about the shirt and, if I remember right, got a reply that it was no longer available. Maybe not, though, because about 3 months later. I ordered it again, along with some other stuff. This time, when I got the package, the sales slip had the shirt circled and said "Item no longer available". So fine. I can't get it anymore. Ok. Well, while I was in Oshkosh, I was trying to sign up for an online tech support/tutorial and my check card wouldn't go through. I thought something was wrong. I tried it 3 or 4 times and got the same response. To see if something was wrong with the card, I went to Relapse and ordered something. A Type-O-Negative video. Well, the order went through and all so I figured, nothing's wrong with the card. Well, I'll get a cool video out of it, the wife likes Type-O so she won't chew my head off for ordering it. Well, today, I get an e-mail from Relapse "Hey, the Type-O-Negative video is no longer available." FUCK ME! What do I have to do to get shit around here. You know what the fucked up part is? I just went to their site and they still list these in the catalog! Even though the shirt has aparently been unavailable for six months, they still list the fuckin' thing. What gives? I mean, shit! Take the stuff off ferchristsakes. I hate getting all giddy and happy knowing something cool is coming in the mail for me, only to have it not show up and not find out why until a fuckin' week later. Jeezus. Come on. Anyway, that was my rant. I sort of feel better now.

Oh, are you ready to get jealous of me? Uncle Bob, Uberhamster, Fool, and all you other horny males out there prepare to envy the 'Bear. Why you ask? Well, I'll tell you. In September, Mrs. 'Bear and I and a friend will be going up to Orlando for a meeting of the Florida Rat club. "So?" you say. "What's the big deal about that?" you say. Well, if things work out right, I, the everlovin' Icebear and Mrs. Icebear, will be meeting, none other than, Anenigma. Yes, that's right. We'll be meeting Annie in the flesh and blood. Jealous now? Huh? Sure you are. If things go really really really well, I might even get to *gasp* talk to her. Heee. I can't wait. It's going to be a great weekend. We're going to get to meet some good friends we've made online, get to see some really cute baby rats, and then the wife and I are going to go to Sea World and I'm going to break into the Polar Bear habitat. That's right, break in. I'm going to have the wife video tape it to. I'm going to get my fat ass in there and swim with 'em in their freezing pool and have the time of my life. And to top it all off, we'll get to meet Anenigma. Now, that's a weekend for the scrapbooks. We'll be sure to take the cameras and plenty of film and with Annie's permission (if we do meet her) we'll post the pics of us 'hanging out'. I'm more of a hanger-on than a hanger-outer, but we'll see how it goes. Oh, and one of these days, after I get my Pilot's License, I'm taking a day off and flying to Montgomery, Alabama to meet the one and only Unca Bob. Don't worry, Bob. I'll try and get a hold of you before I go to see what's best for you. I know you've got the kiddie coming soon, so I'll try not to interfere.

*sigh* Well, it's time for me to go. I've still got about 2 hours to kill at work. I'm making up for leaving early yesterday (grumble scrumble) so I'm staying late. You guys have a good evening and take care of yourselves. The 'Bear loves ya and wants to see you all posting entries and, of course, coming to read this crap, for a long, long time. Till tomorrow.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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