Good evening Ladies and Gents. Today, I present A Day In the Bucket Rating Scale. You know how it works--it's a lot like the Drew Carey Point system on This Show. In short, the points don't really matter-- if something sucks, it sucks in buckets. If something's awesome, well that comes in buckets too. Weirdness comes in buckets or spatters, and the rest I make up as I go along.
Shall we commence?
Today's high of 109F? IIII--yup, that's FOUR buckets of suck!
Harry Potter VI-- IIIIIII-- yup, count 'em-- that's SEVEN buckets of awesome. I don't care if it's religious to the books, it was a kick-ass movie.
Mamma Mia (which we're watching as I type)-- III--three buckets of awesome. Pierce Brosnan is still pretty, but my cat can sing better.
Chicken's psycho cat and his bizarre affection for my feet-- ** Yeah-- that's 2 spatters of weird.
Chicken's newly made poppet in black and orange with big creepy glass eyes? -- IIII --mmm hmm-- I give it four buckets of awesome.
Big T's enthusiastic commendation from the grandparents after camping-- IIIIII--six buckets of awesome (bucket of course;-)
The Cave Troll's big ass tantrum and refusal to fall asleep-- III--that's three buckets of suck, right there.
The two hornets nests I've had to kill in the last three days-- II II --that's two buckets of suck A PIECE!
The hidden hornets nest still producing black-jacketed nightmares? IIII--Five buckets of suck.
My two first round beta readers who are now reading Rampant and who will very gently tell me that it probably sucks just a little now, but that it may be fixable with some elbow grease-- IIIIIII --Seven, count 'em, SEVEN buckets of awesome. Me <3 you guys!
My parents for taking my two oldest to Lassen National park for a week and then telling me that they're good kids- IIIIIII-- SEVEN HUGE BUCKETS OF AWESOME.
To my kids, for surviving-- IIIII Five buckets of awesome. (They didn't have to drive, pack, or plan.)
To my fucking car tires for getting damned close to blowing out two weeks before I have enough money to replace them-- III THREE buckets of suck. (It goes up to 10 buckets of suck if those fuckers blow before August 1st when I take the car in!!!)
To my amazon numbers which are in the toilet right now-- One bucket of suck.
To 16 pages of Jack & Teague part 4: Changing-- One-half a bucket of awesome.
To the 1/3 a kid's hat that I knitted during HP 6-- 1/2 a bucket of awesome.
To Cherry Almond Fudge ice cream-- II--2 buckets of awesome.
To a visit with my grandmother & mother tomorrow in the godless heat-- IIII & II --4 buckets of awesome for the visit, which will make them both happy, and 2 buckets of suck for the godless heat, which makes nobody happy.
To Abba, because Mate and I remembered more Abba than we thought we did-- ** 2 spatters of weird.
To Daniel Radcliffe who is totally turning into a hottie in spite of the fact that he's still a fetus-- *** 3 spatters of weird for ugly cougar vibes.
To Socks That Rock colorway Rockstar for self-striping on Chicken's half-pipe hat and TOTALLY pooling on Ladybug's beanie-- ** 2 spatters of weird.
To reruns of Supernatural which allowed me to watch the I Know What You Did Last Summer episode which features the lines "Well, you wanted me to come clean!" "Yeah--but now I feel dirty!"-- II-- 2 buckets of awesome.
To the giant bag of plastic bags going to the recycle bin that just appeared to my overworked eyes like a 'plastic bag snowman'-- **** --that's a 4-star smattering of weird.
To cold, clear water--IIIII-- 5 buckets of awesome... and the jury's going to write some more now! Later!