Made you look.

Remarkably, none of my dreams this weekend involved War of the Monsters, even though I spent much time playing the demo or watching others play. I'm sad the game won't be released until January. I'm having a very Veruca Salt "But I want it NOW, daddy" type reaction to this news.

I cooked a huge meal yesterday and was so overwhelmed by leftovers this morning that I brought no food for lunch, so I'll be going out. I suck like that sometimes. I also suck because I didn't do laundry or get scheduled phone calls completed to certain people (including Richard and geekgrrl47). Though I did attend two birthday celebrations and a going-away party, plus made a trip to the grocery store. And watched two movies: Judy Berlin and Vanilla Sky

( click here if you want to read my rant/review of these two films (as well as random sidenote on obscure mid-80's sitcoms. Warning: could be entertaining or alienating. )

This morning someone mentioned the joy of a post-powerwalk cigarette, and I remember riding my bike all over campus as undergraduate. I would ride for a few minutes, then get off and smoke while walking the bike, then hop back on and continue on my journey. This perplexed many people. I would explain that 1) the bike was mostly for transportation purposes, not exercise, so techinically it's not stranger than smoking while walking since walking is a form of both exercise and transportation depending on what shoes you're wearing; and 2) better I bike and smoke than lay on my bed and smoke.

That's My White Mama.

Writing about Double Trouble and Throb led me to a quick google search and I stumbled upon Yesterdayland.com and I've been scrolling through their listings of old television show. It's killing me.

"The Charmings"? I blocked that out, but unfortunately many bad plotlines came back to me as soon as I saw some of the video stills. The premise was Snow White and Prince Charming living in the 20th century with modern-day kids.

And the brief sitcom with MacLean Stevenson called "Hello, Larry", which I think was a spinoff of Diff'rent Strokes. Whatever happened to spinoff's? We need more of those in our life.
Of course, some I do remember, like "It's A Living", "Sister Kate", "Voyagers!", and my personal favorite "I Married Dora." Hell, to this day I'm still enamored with Elizabeth Pena.

Back to real work.

I'm the wrong one to fuck with at all.

I hate lying. Especially done badly and needlessly.

I can spot a lie from miles and miles and miles away. I can probably smell them. I can definitely see them. It's harder if it's not in person, but if I know the person somewhat well, I can pinpoint it over the phone or even over e-mails. Hell, even on livejournal posts and comments. I know. I know they are lies. I know they are exaggerations of the truth to the point of fakery.

I rarely call attention to discovery. I only front on the person lying to me about 0.1% of the time. I've knowingly given information, money, consoling, sympathy and much more to liars. Usually in spite of the lie. Sometimes because of it. Sometimes because I want to be an optimistic person who believe that my assessment is incorrect and I should alwys assume truthfulness and good intentions.

I would say the main reason I don't reveal the fact that I know they're lying is out of fear of being wrong. I worry that I'm being paranoid and my accusations will hurt the other person. It's easier for me to deal with the hurt that comes from receiving the lie than the possible hurt of being wrong. But guess what? I'm always right. Eventually time reveals the truth and nearly every time I've been correct in my assessment. I've never even actually been wrong -- there are just been cases where the internal accusations were never confirmed or denied.

I hate lying. I hate something being said or done purely for the sake of something else, something for show, some sense of propriety or obligation or etiquette. I hate the unintentional lying that results from not paying enough attention or inability to admit a wrongdoing or the inaccuracy with which I'm being seen. The latter might be the worst.
I think the worst lie that can be told is one that not only is a falsehood, but one in which the intentions are 'honorable' (i.e. they are trying to please or make me feel good) but they don't even have an accurate idea of what I want or what would be good.

I can spot liars because I'm quite good at it. I'm an excellent liar. But I don't do it much anymore -- these days I occasionally engage in "spin", which is embellishing one aspect of the truth, rather than creating something wholly new and false. But I try to limit that as well.
I hate lying. Sometimes I call things lies that might not fit the dictionary definition. Perhaps the person isn't intended to convey the wrong information, so they're just mistaken, not lying. But in certain circumstances I believe they are lying to themselves, they're lying about their ability to grasp the truth, and that's what makes their words a lie, not the intention of the spoken words themselves.

But I guess I don't hate liars. I'd have to hate myself sometimes. And it's impossible since everyone does it occasionally, but even the people who lie consistently and intentionally and unintentionally and often....I don't necessarily do anything about it.

I just sit there and think, "that's a lie."