Saturday, November 30, 2002
Just got home from helping the mom at work. Ugh. Today just furthered my desperate search for a really REALLY rich husband who will take care of me so I don't have to ever have to work. Hmm. Too bad Sark's not real. I wonder how much G-Spot makes. :P
Going to go work on the test blog again. If it works, expect the new layout soon. If it doesn't... well, you'll definitely be hearing about that, too. Trust me. I don't do giddy very often, but bitching, ranting, raving, and cussing the shit out of whatever I'm pissed at... I do that very well. Heh.
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YAY!!!!!!!!!!
The new coding DOES WORK!!! Soon... soon I will have the new layout up. Soon... everyone will wish I was still working on it. Heh.
I need Sark to come visit me now so we can have celebratory sex. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:58 PM ... ||
Friday, November 29, 2002
Stole this from Trix who stole it from Jenai:
Where Did Your Soul Originate?
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Well, other than "from the fiery depths of hell"... this sounds about right. lol
|| posted by Pooh at 2:49 PM ... ||
Black Friday sucks.
And so does the DMV.
ARGH. So... I remembered that my license expires tomorrow, and since I haven't really had any free time to get it renewed this month (also, I'm senile), I thought, hmm... maybe I'll just do it today, since it's a Friday and technically NOT a holiday. The DMV should be open, no?
NO!!!!! DAMMIT!! Crapness. GRRRRRR. So after tomorrow, I'm car-free, which sucks big hairy holeness. Plus, I'll be back at school. My sister will now have my car and she's "too busy" to take me to the DMV down there, which means I need to find someone else to take me. Yeah... good luck with me finding any other grad students who'll be up before the DMV closes on Monday. Dammit. The prospect of being car-free and license-less, for even a day, is really going to suck. Hrmph. And if they decide to do a random vision recheck... heh. I'm blind as a bat. lol Makes everyone feel better that I'm going license-free for a couple of days, right? :P
Ugh. The malls suck. Way too many people. Why? Why? Why? It's not like the "sales" are really any good. It's all a ploy. It's a conspiracy! They jack up the prices, then "lower" them so you think you're getting something really good. No, really... Go home, people! Let me shop! Oh, right. I didn't really need to get anything today. Just wanted to pick up my LOTR Extended Version DVDs. And how incredibly random was it that I ran into one of my students at the mall? So weird hearing your name being called when you don't expect it. Too bad his mom was with him. lol
Oh, so okay... my celebrity sighting from last night. Well, not really celebrity, only kind of. Cousin-in-law's friend was sharing Thanksgiving with us. When I first met him, I had this really strange, almost surreal half-second of... recognition? Apparently, he used to be on the soap opera "Another World," which is really odd since I don't believe I've ever seen that soap before. I didn't ask too many questions, since you know me... didn't want to pry or anything... But he did volunteer some information, like how he's still doing some acting work, and how he's got some theater ensemble group with the guy who plays the head Secret Service guy on The West Wing. I forget that guy's name, but he's one of my "hey, it's that guy" guys. And of course, after I get home, I try to imdb the guy since my sister asked my cousin for his last name. Even though we didn't know how to spell it, we couldn't find him on the cast list. Interesting. Perhaps he had a screenname. Oh well. Anyway, he's now doing contracting and fixing another cousin's new house. Heh.
*crosses being soap star on crappy soap opera off list of 'Possible Careers for When I Grow Up' list*
Well, that's about it. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving yesterday!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:13 PM ... ||
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Well, hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving. :)
Just popping in to do my nightly blog rounds. Mom got us lost on the way to the cousins' house, and a trip that should have taken twenty minutes ended up taking an hour and a half. Yeah. Crazy. Oh well, got to see more of beautiful Jersey. Oh wait, did I say "beautiful"? Hmm... might have had a teeny bit more to drink than I thought I did. Heh.
Just in case someone didn't get to see the link... I dropped this off at AS last night. It's a temporary site housing some of the caps I took from The Counteragent. Yeah... maybe I went a little overboard. Oh well, you know me. lol. You can start with Kermit!Sark. Blah blah. Yeah, he was pretty hot in that outfit, but the green lighting? Could have seriously done without that.
Stole this from Meggers:
What kind of drunk are you?
Heh. Awesome.
So sleepy now... *yawn*
To bed I go, and tomorrow... plenty of time to stare at css codes and try to fix the new template, for the 50th time. Have I mentioned how much I hate bloggertags? Because I do. Blech.
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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Added a little something about my "celebrity" sighting tonight... but then I accidentally hit something funky on the laptop and lost it all. SIGH. Oh well, maybe I'll just type it up tomorrow after I get some sleep, since I'm too lazy to do it tonight. Gah.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:08 PM ... ||
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
Heh. Get some coffee in me, and I'm bouncing off the walls.
Just in case anyone wanted to know... PoohBear has his shirt again. It was stuffed under one of my pillows. Don't ask. I know I'm not even going to think about it, or what it might say about me. Instead, I'll think about Tag and how it was working this morning (at that godawful hour of the day when NO ONE else is awake), and now it's not. :( Oh poohy.
Read Harm's blog. HEE! I'm glad she can finally truly understand the Sarkage love and the effects that multiple, continuous Sarkgasms have on the brain. ROWR!
Shite. Was there something else I was going to write before I head home for the weekend? Gah. Brainfarts all over the place. Oh, right. Rach, I'm sorry you're having an emotional day. I'll be your ho, if you want. You can pimp me out all over the place (it'll give PoohBear a break...). GACK! Okay, I can't believe I even thought that.
Gobble gobble! (erm... now that sounds kind of nasty, too. dude. sleep. now.)
|| posted by Pooh at 1:27 PM ... ||
Oy.
Oy.
Oy.... Ow... brain isn't functioning and I can't remember what I was going to write...
Oy. Oh. Right. It snowed last night. Or maybe it was sleet... The ground is sprinkled with white and there's a gentle mix of snow/rain still falling. Driving is going to be a bitch today, AND it's the busiest travel day... of the year? Gah. This would be one of those useless trivial facts I'd normally have at the grasp of my fingers, if my brain weren't so incredibly fried right now.
Oy. I don't mind whoring myself out to the late night chat, but getting up at an unreasonable hour (shaddup, I'm a grad student) at the snap of some other stranger's fingers...
Wait... What was I saying?
Right. Damn sprinkler people better be finished by the time I get back here on Sunday. Mmm... Sunday...
Okay, I hear them outside, getting ready. Better wrap this up. I'll probably be back on later, and maybe tonight, if any other poor pathetic soul is on. If not...
(this is where I would insert a dancing turkey or something, but... the brain... and the laziness... and the being forced out of the apartment now...)
(okay, I take it back. I love Google. Just found one. Hehe. Uh... ignore the fact that it's headless... poor turkey.)
Yeesh... are my eyes supposed to be glazed over right now? Is my head supposed to be spinning like I just finished a bottle of Petreuse on an empty stomach? Omg. I think my hearing is going, too... GAH.
Btw... for those interested... Rabbit and Wabbit are still sleeping. Ha... ha... ha...
Okay, that was cruel. But I'm not mentally sound right now, so whatever.
GAHHHHH!!! Just noticed.... DUDE!! I am sick, sick, sick!! The big Poohbear my sisters got me a few years ago, and sleeps with me... uh... he's missing his little red shirt. WTF?!? If he were a real man, that man would have been very lucky, but seeing that he's just a stuffed toy... that's just disgusting. I need help. And from now on... he can't sleep with me anymore. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 8:07 AM ... ||
I'm a copycat. Got sick of waiting for Tag to stop screwing with me.. us... everyone. I could swear it never used to do that... until Jenai got all spazzy and added one... or maybe it was when Lancer did it. Well, anyway... I'm not blaming anyone... Heh. Oh wait! It was the Wabbit!! Silly silly wabbit... don't f* with my tagboard. Anyway, got myself a nice spanking (hmmm) new comment board. Erm... enjoy.
Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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Dude. I used to live in the city, and I'm still only half an hour away. Nature? Does pollution count as part of nature? Or... can I consider any nekkid!Sark wallpaper on my computer screen as natural? If so... then hell yes, sign me up as the Ultimate Nature Girl.
Sigh. So tired. Nothing new on the Rabbit front -- I know, I hate to disappoint the Lance. :-* Hmm... one of these days, I'm going to do a blog entry entitled: Ode to Lance. Hee. Try to stop me. :P But now... sleep beckons.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:09 AM ... ||
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
Can I just say... along with the messed up codes for my new layout, and my newfound loathing of blogger in general (which is making me seriously consider just blogging manually without the aid of a blog program -- okay, only just a little because I'm not that hardcore yet, unlike Meg ). . .tag is really pissing me off. Grrr.
Oh. And Ethan Hawke guesting on Alias? Dude.
Is Sark going to be in that ep? Because I'm not sure if I'll have enough lust to go around.
Oh wait. This is me we're talking about...
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Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Meg's new layout is up!!! Everyone check it out. She worked hard on it.
Damn. I'm so jealous. Maybe self-blogging wouldn't be so bad... hmm. Maybe I need some liquor. Even better.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:53 PM ... ||
Good Sucky Morning to You:
I am never taking another nap again unless I'm so sick my brain gets so muddy I forget how to do the involuntary functions. Yesterday's late afternooon nap, short and unfulfilling (heh... *get ouf of my head, you silly wabbits*) as it was, totally screwed with my sleeping pattern. Not only did I get my ass to bed by 1am, which is pretty early compared to the rest of the week, I seemed to develop a case of insomnia. Tossed and turned until 3am, which is probably around the time I would have gone to bed had I not needed to wake up by 7 this morning. Just could not get the brain to stop thinking about codes, html, and just... the suckiness of being forced to wake up early with no guarantees that they'll actually work on the apartment that day. Sigh.
Down a Rabbit Hole:
(and that... actually sounds kind of disgusting... ) Apparently, Rabbit has an electric keyboard (damn, why do all these international students have so many toys???) and is learning how to play. How do I know this? Because she's been playing the same few bars of music every single day for the past week. And what did she do at 6:30 this morning? Practice. Gah. Her bf, Wabbit (who reminds me of a mini-Bill Gates, and cmsu every time I see him because I'm still at least 2 inches taller than him and I'm barely 5'4" -- who knew so much sound was... uh... going to stop right there), displays great potential as a human metronome. He was clapping out a beat for her, and Rabbit kept arguing with him that he was doing it wrong. Hello? A simple 4/4 beat that my arthritic grandmother can walk faster than. If I were a different person (ie, not so nice... shaddup!), I'd grab an anvil and go cut-time on her head. Sigh. Such bitterness in me... I need help.
Breakfast Time:
Woke up to read Rach's blog about popsicles. Dude. Now I want to run out and get some (uh, yeah, popsicles, too). At 7:30 AM!! If I had a Wabbit of my own... he'd be very very lucky right now. Of course, if I had a Wabbit of my own, he could have worn me out last night so I could have gotten some sleep. And then, if I had one, I probably also wouldn't be up to all hours, chatting with people. Okay, so that part would suck.
Wow. I really did a number on my room last night. Dumped all the crap into every available drawer and hiding space. It looks like I just moved in. Heh. Let's see how long this lasts. So yay! Hilda finally brought her tickets to come visit me for New Years. She wants to do Times Square. Dude. I've lived here all my life and I've never ever done that before. Sigh. Guess I'll be freezing my ass off in a month. Meg! Come join us!! Anyone else... come join us!! lol
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Had to edit this in because it made my morning, which may just possibly make my day. lol. Yeah, I'm that easy. ;)
From the Chat with Wanda:
From boobtuber: What can you tell us about the next Alias ep?
It's the one I told you about, where Lena Olin gets smoochy with Jack--and the enemy--when the family goes on a trip to Pakistan together. And--good news, Sark fans!--looking forward, we see much more of the delectable double-baddie. (He has to be double-timin', right?)
Dude! I'm all for MUCH MORE of him. Preferably nekkid. But you guys already knew that. Damn... I really need to get some popsicles now... and maybe some batteries. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:42 AM ... ||
ARGH!
I hate tables. I hate tags. I hate javascript. I hate html. I hate layouts. I hate this stupid blogging thing.
:'(
I can't get the crappy new layout to work out because those stupid blogger variables don't work. Assy. Grr. Blech. Well, now I can spend all Thanksgiving break studying the stupid codes to see if there's anyway I can simplify it. Blech blech blech. And if you didn't get how I feel about this... BLECH!!!! (Which is not to be confused with "belch," also spelled with the same letters, and oftentimes mistyped by moi since I'm dyslexic or something.)
If anyone would like to see what the layout was supposed to look like, I think the archives are still linked with the old "new" template. (Was anyone surprised at the new layout? Hee. Didn't think so. :P ) And if anyone knows how to fix it, please let me know.
Must sleep and wake up for sprinkler people. Heh. May even breakfast with Mr. and Ms. Rabbit while I'm at it. Doubt it, though.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:37 AM ... ||
Monday, November 25, 2002
Noooooooooooooooooooo. Damn.
Tomorrow is our turn to get hit by the good people from the fire protection company. Grr. They need to install a sprinkler system throughout the apartment, by state mandate. Sigh. Sure, it's the right thing to do, and the safe thing, especially after the Seton Hall (?) - I can't remember, my brain is like a sieve - tragedy. Sadly, it means that everyone needs to get out of the apartment by 7:30AM. Dude. For a gal who hasn't had much sleep all week? Totally not cool. Plus, I think I'm coming down with something. I just feel blah blah blah and sore all over. Also, I'm a little scared they're going to break something in the room. Like my computer, VCR, and TV. Hmm... if they do... new electronic toys? Weee! And damn. This means I need to put away all the embarrassing stuff.
Aw... Oprah's giving away all sorts of crap on today's show. So jealous. But what would I do with a $48 white T-shirt? I don't care what kind of cotton it's made from. But still... presents.
Oy, contemplating taking my first nap since... wow, probably since I was 5. lol
|| posted by Pooh at 4:50 PM ... ||
Ugh. I need sleep.
Almost got some in the middle of the Intro class that I TA. Sitting in the back is not doing me any favors, especially when the topic is something I learned all the way back in high school. Blech. And just when I started to drift off (dude, almost slipped out of my seat, which would NOT have been good in front of all those sophs)... the prof starts talking about energy balances (*yawn*) and fluids (*hmm*)... and work done on and by fluids (*huh*).... and then he said the magic word that woke me up: pumping (*what the...?*). Okay, so I am not to blame. It's all Rach's fault. If it hadn't been for her, "pumping" would have been just another one of those innocuous words that I would never pervert. :P So naturally, I start thinking about pumpage. And of course, the innocent prof has no clue where my mind is, and follows "pumping" with blahblahblahblah expansion.... followed quickly by a short discussion on the effects of constant and increasing pressures (on the energy of a system).
Dude.
I almost lost it right there.
Duuuuude.
Who knew what I was studying could actually be fun and interesting? Certainly not me, although I will now have to reconsider... To top it off, five minutes later, he talks about "shaft work." (Ok, granted, it has to do with enthalpy and energy balances, but still...) *snicker* I am so friggin' dirty, when I go home on Wednesday, I'm going to have my mom scrub my mouth out with soap. And then maybe I'll find a guy to spank me. Erm... sorry... I mean... I'll get myself to a nunnery or something. :P
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I'm so jealous of everyone who's seen the new Bond movie. I want a man-whore!! And an Aston Martin.
Damn. I want a man-whore IN an Aston Martin. And me in the passenger seat... or sharing the driver's seat. Hmm... wonder how good the shocks are...
Rach better be writing fic. And if she doesn't I'm going to start bugging the crap out of Rhien until she writes one, too. Hey, you can never have enough sex in/on car fics.
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Blech, I woke up with a stiff neck, and it's killing me. I need a guy to make it all better. Hmm... Kiefer giving me a deep tissue massage.... yeah, not Sark because dude, Kiefer has great hands and looks like he'd give me a great massage. Sark can give me a whole body rubdown after Kiefer has his way with me. Uh... crap, it's only Monday.
I did mention that I need sleep, right? About a week's worth. Yes, that ought to do.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:02 PM ... ||
Sunday, November 24, 2002
Oy. I feel like I have a hangover. It's been so long since I stayed up that late chatting. Never again! Well... okay... maybe again later tonight...
Anyway, I used to be jealous of my other two roommates since their rooms are beyond the Rabbit range... and this morning... I was actually gloating at their misfortune. Their rooms are right off the kitchen, and as we all know... Rabbit's favorite room other than the bedroom is the kitchen. At 8am on a Sunday morning (who gets up that early anyway? Oh right, people who don't stay up until 6am chatting. Heh), she's out there, baking her cakes again. The rabbitage I can take, since there's no endurance or stamina involved there (trust me, it's sad... and I'd stop right now, but since I suffer, everyone else must too. bwahaha), but the loud baking noises... GAH! And today, at 8 in the f'ing morning, she wakes up the entire apartment with her new toy. (uh... yeah, not those kinds, blech) She's beating the crap out of whatever she's making with her new Sunbeam XXX69XLoud (whatever) electric mixer. I swear, she's got so many kitchen gadgets and is always baking, I wonder if she even goes to class (not that I should talk). And when I left the apartment... yeah, I saw that masterpiece. I'm sorry, but it looked like a shitbrick. I think it has to do with the fact that it has NO SUGAR (I'm seriously trying to psychoanalyze her hatred of sugar, it's not right), and you can soooo tell. The poor thing stared back at me and was begging to be put out of its misery. A cake without sugar is basically just flour and eggs, and even her chocolate frosting looked all droopy and depressed. :( Betty Crocker would have a coronary if she could see it.
But dude, that doesn't stop me from being jealous. I want some new kitchen toys to play with, and those things aren't cheap. Wish I could maybe buy... a spatula... or something. Oh right, I can't because all my money is tied up in those hundreds of blank VHS tapes I go through every year (everyone, run out and invest in Sony and Maxell tapes lol). Seriously, my collection of crap keeps growing, it's almost like I've got this huge library of porn tapes or something.
Which I don't. Just want to clarify.
At least, not in my grad apartment... 
Hee. That smilie cmsu. Sigh. No Alias tonight. What to do? What to do? :(
|| posted by Pooh at 3:24 PM ... ||
Quizzies stolen from Jenai. Yay!!
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Dude! I'm down with this. lol. I like to kick ass and take names, and no... I hate taking shit from other people. And yes.. I'm quite well-liked, if I may say so myself. And I do, so SHUT UP. Yeah, you know who you are. Hush. :P
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Oh, wait. That's right. That's true for my outer persona. No one knows the real me... bwahahaha!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:43 AM ... ||
Saturday, November 23, 2002
Just popping in to blog for a few secs.
Why is it that when I had a LiveJournal account, I NEVER used it. Okay... maybe once or twice, and that was mainly for my infamous rant on driving in Jersey with those NY and Pennsy drivers (*tries not to make direct eye contact with Trix*) clogging up our highways. :P And now... I feel like I'm obligated to make at least one blog appearance a day. If I don't... I'll stop breathing or something. lol. Okay, maybe not that bad yet.
Anyway... the new blog layout is coming!! Woohoo! Yeah, yeah, I keep saying it, but whatever. I'm going to get it done because everyone needs to see the graphic that Meg created. Heh.
The cappy pages are coming along, too, although I need to make a layout for that, and I need graphics. Someone other than Meggers because even though she keeps "bah'ing when I say that, she's really busy, and I hate forcing her to make a million Sark graphics for me. lol. (*hides from Meg's death glare*) Also... might have to change the original name, since Trix stole mine, except not really. Heh. Just kidding, love ya, babe. (*kisses* make it up to me with more fic? heehee :P ) It's no biggie now since both sites will be related, but if my capping obsession keeps up at this pace... I may have to consider getting the gallery its own domain, and then Meggy won't have to host the Booj (tm) caps on her site anymore, and possibly bringing on the wrath of Rachie. (Heh. Does she know about the Booj living in her domain, yet?). GACK. Hmm. I really should look into getting a job, right? I doubt my TA slave wages will be able to keep this funded. Blech. Hmm... maybe prostitution on the side? Well... something else to consider, anyway.
Egad. And I promised Rach I'd cap "The Coup" for her. (Mmm... big gun and two-handed pumping....) Erm... yeah... And then need to go through the caps I do have, and send the Sarkney-centric ones to InO and Trix for the Sarkney gallery so I can clear out some space on the hd for more caps. Hmm... I don't think I have too many right now. Haven't capped the "Rendezvous" ep yet. (*thud*) But in the end... quanitity willl reign over quality. :P
Lunch, grading, then site stuff. Is it too early to start drinking??? Oh well, maybe when I start pimping myself out, it won't be so wrong.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:52 AM ... ||
Friday, November 22, 2002
Yo, yo, yo! NerdSlut checking in. :P
Well, not much to talk about today.
Playing with blog layouts. Woohoo! Almost done. Just need to fix some stupid little things. Then I can upload the sucker, and move it to the new site. That's right, all you freaks (well, the 1 or 2 of you who actually visit and read the crap that I write), we're MOVING soon (if soon means something like whenever I get my lazyass in gear)!! Yay.
Can't wait until next week. Tuuuuurrrrkey. Heh. Okay, not so much the actual Thanksgiving Day turkeyage, but the Day After Turkey? Dude, I'm all over that. :D Only... celebrating with the extended family this year, which means cousins (lots of nosy cousins, who are all older than me, and who think they've got matchmaking skills) who will all be hounding me about G-Spot. [Ok, sidebar: Dude, Trix. That nickname is soooo wrong, and yet... I keep using it. Hmm.] Sigh. That stink that's beginning to waft through your monitor? Eau d'Esperation. Any guys in the neighborhood? I'm going at a discount right now. Half-priced and ready to go.
Sorry, it's the weekend doldrums, when I know I have nothing good to do except sleep in late, talk to myself, and watch a lot of TV. Oh right, not much different from any other day of the week. Heh. That's it! I'm getting a life. Next guy to walk through the door gets a Special Weekend Pooh Present. *squeezes eyes shut, crosses fingers, and prays for Sark, DA, Kief, or any of the hundreds of hot men on my To Do List*
Erm... Not many people around the department today. Y'all better go and do something else right now. This might take awhile...
|| posted by Pooh at 2:12 PM ... ||
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Agh.
I already know today's going to be a bad day. Why? Because Rabbit and bf were "talking" at 6:30 AM. Seriously, how loud must you talk at that hour? And she always sounds like she's about to cry or something. And then they try to hide the fact that he's a bum and he practically lives here. Blech. Yeah, dude, I know you're there. It's pathetic. And of course, Rabbit is now baking a million cakes (FOR NO F'ING REASON) at 9 AM, so I can't even get any breakfast with all her crap all over the place. Hmm. I did mention that the last time she let me try a slice of her cake (which was nice of her), that it tasted strange? Girl doesn't use sugar. WTF? Cake without sugar? Must be a weird rabbit thing. Blah.
And then... for the millionth time, some Jackass calls my cell, asking for "Danny." I normally wouldn't pick up, but his ID number keeps changing. Grr. And of course, like every time he calls me in the fucking morning, I yell at him to get a friggin clue and to stop harrassing me. Jesus.
And to top it all off, I get to hand back exams today. Yay. Not. I can't wait for those dumbass kids to blame me for their stupid mistakes. Blech.
Number Sark!Caps Made Last Night: Eek! ~250 Which is STILL less than the Limit of Insanity of 700 (set by Trix ) Thank goodness. For a few minutes there, I was pretty sure I had crossed the line. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:06 AM ... ||
Hrmph. Just read Trix's blog. I don't appreciate being snerked at. Stop making fun of G-Spot. :P
Now I must do quizzage.
What's YOUR Writing Style?
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You are a romantic writer. You're ALWAYS writing about some significant other--about lacking one, about wanting one, about having one, about being with one--it doesn't matter. If it involves even a tiny ounce of love, you're there! Much into the works of Christina Rossetti and the works of Alfred Tennyson, you are a bit of a classical writer as well....but, for the sake of all things cheesy, you're more of a hopeless romantic than a classical writer. You write whatever comes to mind--which usually involves a significant other. ^^; Oh well. If literary geniuses don't do it, who will, right?
Hmm. Okay, at first, I was a bit offended, because... puhlease. *rolleyes* But then, I remembered. Oh yeah. Those damn Trory fics. Bah. So I guess this is true, if we're talking about "romantic" in that really evil, mindscrewing banter kind of way. Yeah, I'm so 12. 
How can I label you?
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Huh. How'd that happen? LOL. Don't even know what that means. I'm music-stupid. :( 
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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LMAO. Uh. Okay. Actually... I don't get depressed. I do the exact opposite. I lash out by being ultra-obsessive about everything. Oh wait... I"m still crying inside though. Hmm. Maybe I should be a schizoid instead?
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be close to your special someone and feel warm, comfortable, and needed
Okay, this one I can see being true. Maybe this goes with me being a "romantic writer." ;) Hmm. Wonder if Sark is a cuddler... Oh well, he can kiss me on the forehead, if he wants. (Yes, pleasepleasepleaseplease). Among other places.... Hee.
What kind of porno would you star in?
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Exhibitionist movie! You'd get off on letting ANYONE and EVERYONE watch you have sex...even small children, you sick sonofabitch! Kinky is your middle name.
Huh. WTF? Duuuude. That is SO not me. Honest!! Although... No! Nonononono, definitely not me!
What's your sexual appeal?
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Dude. Duuuuude.
A NerdSlut? Okay, maybe 80% true. Heh. Hmm... maybe G-Spot would like that. Wonder if Sark goes for girls like me. :P I mean, he likes his women intelligent, right? And right now, he's the only one who fits my impossibly high standards. 
What's your brand of sexy?
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Romantic-Sexy.... Your fantasies involve love, not lust. You are a fantastic kisser, and for very good reason: it's your favorite thing. You are sappy as hell, and you don't care who knows it.
There's that "R" word again. Romantic. Hmm. Dammit. For once, I want to be LUSTY!! Sigh. 
What sexy girl are you
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Scary in a very good way, you're Fairuza Balk. Intense.
LOL. Is this a good thing?
Gah. Longest quizzage entry I've ever had to sit through. Lol.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:17 AM ... ||
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
I am in sooo much trouble.
Happy Birthday, MommyPooh!!!!!
Phew. Got it in. I can't believe I forgot. Even after my sister called me last night to remind me that it was today. What the heck is wrong with me?
Oh right. Sark!Capping. Ooops.
I'm so going to hell. GAH!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 PM ... ||
I can't believe the people I've become friends with online... are a bunch of pervs. (I am not a ringleader of anything.) 
My parents warned me about people like you. (All you dangerous, dangerous people who are up to no good, trying to lure me away from the computer so you can have your way with me.) Oh yes, they warned me to stay away from those chatrooms and those message boards. (Meg, I'm coming to stalk you and drag you back to the city with me.) And now... it seems like I need to stay away from blogs, too. (Funny, funny gals, always CMSU.) Why must everything you guys write be so pervy? Today's highlight? Rach talking about the Kiefer and the one-handed shotgun pumping.
Oh wait...
Maybe it's just me, adding visuals to the words. Heh. Like it would be a stretch to do that. Kief was HOT last night (as he is every single night), and hell, I'd watch him pump his shotgun (one or two-handed) all night long. 'Course, it's more fun to pump together. I mean... you know... he wouldn't have had such a hard time if he had backup last night. Wait. Now why does that sound dirty, too? DAMN. I need to take some de-perversion meds or something.
Well, the new blog layout and the Fecta site are coming along. I think. It's hard to do everything by myself. Hint, hint. 
I'm just kidding. The new site is just... blah... but I don't think Meg or Twin are really up to it anymore. I don't even know what Ly is up to. (I miss Ly.) And I know that, for me, the GG ship set sail a looooooong time ago. (Everyone wave byebye to ChiaHead.) All the site needs are some graphics, which everyone knows I can't do. Bah. Made my first graphic a week or so ago. Dude. It sucked, and not in that good sucking way. In that, really really really bad, painful way.
And to top everything off... G emailed me. And Meg used the word "loser." Heh. Yeah... boy's a bit... boring. But dammit! I found a nastyass stubby white hair today, and now I'm all depressed. What if he's it? What if he's the best I can do? What if the Kief (and that other guy I'm always talking about -- with the hotness, and the sexiness, and the lickage, and the voice... although Kief's got a mucho sexy bedroom voice, too... mmmm) never comes to rescue me from the boring hell that is my life? G&Pooh4Eva! Oh boy. And he wants to meet. Somehow, I don't think this will be like You've Got Mail and I'll find Tom Hanks waiting for me in Central Park. No, I'm pretty sure it won't be him, or any of the other men I'd be more than happy to tussle with in a dark alley in the middle of the night. Egads! Someone write a response for me. Pretty please? With cherries and whipped cream and a Nekkid!HotGuy on top?
Number of Sark Mentionables: 0 That's right, BABY!! ZERO!! I'm such a good girl, but good lord, that was painful. Tomorrow will definitely all be about the Sarkage.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:25 AM ... ||
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
I'm up late again, and I finally dl'ed the ep, which means I've been watching selective scenes. Again. :P
My thoughts:
LOVED the ep. Made me tingle and shiver in all the right places. And then, when Sark came on... in places I didn't even know could do that. Hee!
Vaughn - Let me get this out of the way first. Sorry, dude. I loved you last year. Until the Sark was introduced. I giggled at your predicament, only because you mentioned in some interview that it was your best work. And... what was the difference? Dude. I don't know why I loved you in everything else you did, but now I'm still staring at your crinkly forehead. Gah. I'm going to hell. But seriously... why are you telling your whole life story to Irina anyway? Yeesh. You make an awful spook. I bet if the enemy caught you and tried to get info from you, you'd break like a twig. Hell, I could probably kick your ass with my pinkie. Bwahahaha! Oh, btw, that look you gave... like you were disappointed in her or something... when Jack told you how Syd got the antidote. Whatever, dude. She's more man than you are, and she's willing to go to the Sark Side... I mean, Dark Side to get the job done. And for the love of god, can you, for once, NOT look like you're about to bawl your eyes out? Sigh. You're CIA, dude. Act tough.
Syd - Girlfriend, what's your problem? Sure, Vaughn might be a hottie. But DUDE. Did you get a load of Sark? I know you did, because you had THREE scenes with him. What's up with the frigid attitude? Heh. It's only a matter of time... Didn't mind the Geisha!Syd. It could have been worse (Geisha!Vaughn, for example... *shudder*). What I did mind... just a bit... was the decontamination scrub down. Okay, so we've got pretty much Nekkid!Everyone except Sark! What's up with that? That scene was just filmed weird and it made Syd look a bit like an Amazon. :P
Jack - So little, and yet so effective. Always love your scenes with Syd. You really do love her, don't you? Can't wait to see whether you've been playing any part in the whole Em thing. "We can't lose Vaughn." Hmm. Sounded a little too firm, and we all know you've never really hesitated killing off any nonessentials before. Maybe you know something about him that we don't...
Will - DUDE. DUDE. DUDE. You were HOTHOTHOT. For the life of me, I can't remember why you irked me so much last season. Now morph into Evil!Will and I might just have to duke it out with Jenai over you. Heh.
Francie - WANCIE!!! Damn, I had such high hopes for you for this ep. Wtf. Damn damn damn. Still loved seeing you, though.
Dixon - Babe. Enough with the pina coladas on the beach. Get your ass back to work!
Irina - Can she be any hotter? Every time I see her, I keep thinking I want to have her children. lol. And when she's being evil and manipulative... hell, I want to be her plaything. Loved the way you worked over Vaughn. Can't believe he just gave in like that. You've got him sooooo wrapped around your finger. Like mother, like daughter, huh? Can't wait for Mission!Irina. Weee! There is no way you're even close to doing anything like giving out relationship advice to Vaughn. What's your real purpose? And please don't stop tormenting him. lol
Marshall - You crack me up. Always. Can't wait to see you next week and in ep 10. ;)
Sloane - Oh, what did we do to deserve more Nekkid!Sloane-age? The gods must be smiling down on us. Yum. You know... for an old evil guy... you actually really don't have such a bad body. But enough is enough, already. *Squick*
Sark - Damn you for being so friggin sexy. How do you get better and better every ep you're in? ROWR. Loved the finger to lips thing. Loved the hands in the pockets. Loved the outfits (rip them off!!). Loved the head tilts and mind games ("No... Sloane first." As if you were actually considering otherwise. Heh.) Loved the dimples. Loved the lip pursing. Loved the tongue-age (exactly how skilled are you with that weapon? ;) ) LOVED the Sark!Lickage!!!! ("You and I... we were meant to... make sweet sweet love together..." Oh, erm... well, that's what I thought he said to me.) Eeeeeeee!!! Loved every nuance, gesture, body language, move, eye flicker, etc. "That's a wonderful attitude." Hee!! And the "O" voice!!! Dear GOD! The little headshake of... disbelief? lol... after he does his "O" thang? Dude. DUDE. And then.. the "It was nice working with you," along with that smirky leer kinda thing.... OMG. *thud* Loved every second of every scene you were in. The little peek at Syd in the conference room? Mmm. The way you looked like you were trying hard not to smirk at Syd when Sloane told her to debrief you? Rowr. Seriously... why do you still have so many clothes on? Grrr. Come to me. I'll debrief you properly and we can reminisce all night long. :-* And weren't you a bit excited and enthused about the possibility of working with Syd again? Hmm? lol And how exactly did you pulse the bugs at SD-6? Do you have a lipstick thing, too? Heh.
Questions and Specs:
What was on that damn paper??????????? Paternity results? What? What? What? A note saying that Emily is alive? Documentation stating Sark's real allegiances? Evidence of Syd's betrayal of Sloane? Whatever, it is... it was the second piece of info to prove Sark to Sloane. I can't figure out what Sloane's expression upon reading the paper is supposed to be. Gah. But I'm definitely getting some fatherly vibes from Sloane. That whole shoulder pat thing at the end, when he was introducing Sark to Syd? Kinda like pride. Kinda not. Were they even dressed alike? lol. And Sloane "presenting" Sark to the Alliance, making him the belle of the ball? Wish we could have gotten to see that. Just imaging Sark working his charms over those old geezers... mmm... But yeah... something smells rotten in Denmark...
Another thing. Someone - Jenai? Trix? - mentioned the prevalance of "82" in a few of the eps. The year of the wine. The year of the test. Was it mentioned some other time? Here's what I'm thinking... and we know how right I am all the time. *rolleyes* 1982 is obviously a significant year in the Alias-verse. To Sloane, or else Sark would never have mentioned it with that devious glint in his gorgeous blue eyes (anyone ever notice just how blue his eyes are? *thud*) So what if Jack might have played a part in Project Christmas, but it was actually Sloane who was a major player in that whole experiment? What if Sark knew this? And mentioned '82 to let Sloane know this? Or maybe... just maybe... that year is significant to Sark, too. And NOOOOO, I'm not talking significant as in his birth year. I'm talking significant as in Sark possibly being one of those kids who took the test that year. Since that was about 20 years ago, and first graders took that test, that would make him... around Syd's age. HA! (That's right, dumbasses, just because DA is 21 doesn't necessarily mean Sark is 21, too. Bleah.) So what if Sark took that test and he scored high in all the necessary areas (which of course, he would, since look at him... he's like superspy! Man has skillz, dude.), only Project Christmas lost track of him, and he was picked up by another group. Say... Irina and her posse? Oh, and one thing to consider. Sark's security keycode: 10-11-92. I'm from the X-Files school of reasoning, which means that every single number is significant, and every combination of numbers is usually someone's birthday or some other significant date. Since I doubt that Sark's actually 10... it's gotta be a date. Ten years ago would make Sark about 16-18 (if he took the test in first grade)? Sounds about right for activation/recruitment/whatever.
Okay, whatever. All that came out of my ass. It's late, I'm still up, and the ep has been playing in the background on loop. Yeah. Psycho much? Definitely. Time for sleep and Nekkid!Sark dreams. Mmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:45 AM ... ||
Monday, November 18, 2002
Gah.
I want to write this really detailed, really perceptive review of last night's Alias ep, but I'm stuck in lab, and I won't be able to leave until around 5pm. Blech. Also... my brain is still mush from all the Sarkage. I truly think this is the first time I haven't been able to intelligently discuss an ep afterwards, rave or rip it to shreds. I'm still speechless, and every time I try to think about the ep, my mind flashes to any of the 3 EXCELLENT (Indeed!) Sark scenes... and all my brain cells stop firing. Oy. I'm obviously going to have to wait until later to write out my thoughts. Preferably while sitting in front of the TV, rewatching the ep... and being distracted (over and over and over again) by all the Sarkage. And dudes, I'm squealing in anticipation. LOL. Yeesh, I need a life.
With all this SexySarkage, I'm expecting art from Meg. Ya hear me? ART, MeggyBear!! NOW. :P And just to let everyone know... she made me this gorgeous graphic for the blog. I need to make a template and get rid of this stupid blogger one, and then move everything over to its own website. Weeee. Lots of fun. NOT.
Okay, going to wait for the kids to come in, whining for help on their homework. Til then, I'm going to daydream of Sark Lickage. Mmmmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:33 PM ... ||
Sunday, November 17, 2002
Just finished watching Alias ep 7, The Counteragent. Because not everyone has seen it yet, I'll only leave these rambling thoughts.
Regarding the ep on a whole? Awesome.
Regarding the SARKAGE???? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ROWR!!!!!! omgomgomgomgomg. DUDE.
Be back with more thoughts after I rewatch it a few times, and after everyone else has seen it. Hee!!!
Number of Sarkgasms: Multiple, baby. MULTIPLES!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:15 PM ... ||
2nd Update (this time from Spoiler-free HELL!!):
OH
MY
GOD!!!
Oh sweet Jesus.
I don't know if I can hold out. I seriously don't know. I'm dying. My body is eating me from inside out. I've got so much freaking adrenaline and I'm so hyper... I don't know what to do with myself. I can't turn my brain off. I'll always be thinking about it. And there's only three more hours until relief. Oh, sweet sweet sweet relief. I'm so bad. No... haven't spoiled myself yet. But I went over to Alias Media, and yes, not only do they have caps up already, but they've got THREE clips. Do you know what it feels like to die... slowly... over and over and over again? Because I'm experiencing that joyous predicament right now. Thank goodness for Meg who talked me off that ledge, and is slowly getting my mind off anything Alias-related. BUT DEAR GOD. The temptation!!!!
It's like crawling around in the desert for a month, and then finally seeing an oasis. Only to be forbidden to drink anything.
I'm about to kill someone.
Seriously. And being from Jersey, I think I can come up with some kind of mob-related excuse. Gah.
Dude. Dude. Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude. This hurts so much, I think this'll be the only time I do this. Next week... it's back to being the most persistent spoiler-ho EVER. Yeah, all you people with spoilers out there... watch out. I'm gunning for you. Oh dear... I almost reopened Alias Media in another window. Must. Stay. Occupied. Must. Not. Think. About. It. Of course, it doesn't help to come back and see all these crazy tag messages. Gah. Gah. Gah.
Okay, one final thing before I explode. I've missed Sark SO MUCH. It's been a damn month! Grrr. There better be some really GOOD stuff. I mean, mind-blowing, explosive, orgasmic Sarkage. Because right now, there's been so much foreplay - sweet, teasing, manipulative foreplay - for so long, that this ep better be be worth the wait. It better totally turn my brains to mush and blow me away. That's all I'm saying. I just need that one release. And if not... well... sigh... I've got a new pack of batteries.
Countdown to (Multiple) Sarkgasms: 2.5 hours (much too long)
|| posted by Pooh at 6:30 PM ... ||
Update:
DUUUUUUUDE.
Just got back from the mall with one of the sisters. Shaddup. We live in Jersey. There's nothing else to do. :P
DUDE. Dammit. DUDE. DAMNIT!! DUUUUDE!!!
I'm with Jenai: Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy!!
Thanks, Diana, for trying to tempt me to the dark side (aka The Sark Side) on this one. But I think I'll utilize some of that self control I knew I had somewhere deep down. Herc's as spoilery as I'm going to get today. Unless someone tells me what happened. Then I won't stop you. Heh. Let's do a little stupid speccing while I'm on right now, and before I get dragged to some b-day dinner that will hopefully take my mind off everything.
SPOILER ALERT!!!!!
Hee! Played with the inviso-text (the AICN stuff plus my comments). Woohoo. Fun.
All snippets are from Herc's review of "The Counteragent" from AICN:
What¡¦s it called?
¡§The Counteragent.¡¨ (This has to be both the antidote and Sark!!! Okay, I don't give two shits about Vaughn and the antidote, but SARK!!!!!! Heh. Just a tad obsessed. This really isn't a problem.)
Is Alice really Vaughn¡¦s girlfriend?
Yes! (I have nothing to say about this, but "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Nya nya)
How could the Sark-Syd pact end Sloane¡¦s SD-6 days?
Sark will only turn over the antidote Vaughn needs if Syd gives Sark access to Sloane. ¡§I intend to kill him,¡¨ confides Sark. (DUDE!!! Shivers!!! God, I love Sark. That line? I'm just waiting for it. Now, will he be saying it with or without the smirky smirk? Dude. Sarkgasms right now. Scary. Indeed!!!)
Does it work? Does Sark get Sloane?
Yes! (Well, der. Who can resist Sark? *rolleyes*)
What else is TV Guide not telling us?
Syd has to get naked and cup her own giant breasts this week as Sark¡¦s technicians scrub down her nubile grad-school bod. (Okay, a little offensive with the "giant breasts" thing, but Herc's a guy, and well, men are just... blah. Damn. Hmm... is Sark helping with the scrubbing? Or is he too gentlemanly to be there? Because I really need some sort of Sarkney to tie me over. Heh. Sark smirking as he watches Syd get scrubbed down. Hmm. Sark helping Pooh get scrubbed down... Even better. :P )
Okay, I love the Will news, and I'm all for Evil!Will... but we need to skip right to this:
Any news on Francie?
She shows up for maybe five seconds to have Syd taste her bouillabaisse. Later she takes another 30 seconds to give Will a clue about the standardized tests. (Dude. WHAT? Francie gives Will a clue about the tests? WHAT??? WHAT??? WHAT??? Back the Wancie train up just a sec. DUDE.)
Okay, that's all I'm going to c+p here. I'm just soaking everything up. Getting all bouncy, with Jenai. Staying the hell away from SDHell. Or until Trix comes on and tells me everything (if she's read it already.) Hey, I said I wasn't going to spoil myself. There's no reason for someone else to not spoil me. :P Oh, btw, Jenai... Herc's inviso-text? Very very very very interesting. I've got some (I wish) specs for that one. Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:17 PM ... ||
Dude.
Dude.
Dude.
Damn!!
What a lousy time to decide to go spoiler-free. Or as spoiler-free as I'm going to get. Okay, so I read Herc's review of The Counteragent. That's it!! Honest!!!
Dude, it's going to be a longass couple of hours until the ep tonight. And I'm trying to stay away from SDHell, which, normally wouldn't be a prob. Thank god my mom wants to celebrate her bday a bit early since everyone's home this weekend. Be back later to probably expound on the hell I'm going through, staying away from the more detailed spoilers. GAH!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:45 AM ... ||
Saturday, November 16, 2002
Update:
Woohoo!! Got to use my dental insurance for the first time today. Blah to the actual dentist visit, but yippee to being an adult, being insured, and being completely covered for that visit. Heh. It's the little things, really.
Double woohoo!! Splurged on the Sports Night DVDs. Dude. I've forgotten just how awesome that show was. Sigh. Damn those stupid people who didn't understand its greatness. Damn the network people who didn't stick behind it and promote it. Just damn all of them. Dan... Casey... I miss lusting after you guys so much. :( Isaac, you always rocked. Dana... you were pretty cool, until you had that stupid "dating epiphany," and then you were just blah. But you're married to William H. Macy, so I still love ya. Jeremy... always hilarious, and now you're just playing the same character on West Wing. Why is it that I keep expecting Natalie to show up and tease you? And Nat... you were just too cute, and I would have loved to be you. Unless I had the opportunity to be the gal who got Dan. Heh.
Oh, this message goes out to "Mr. Sark". Babe, I've been rethinking my stance on the "please don't let it be some weird ass perv messing with me." This is really because most of the people I know are pervs, and I'm so hoping Sark is one, too. Heh. :P That said, come back and play some more (Nekkid!)Sark Tag with me. 
Speaking of Sark (and when am I not?)... I'm undergoing some sort of internal struggle tonight. Usually, someone posts a recap of the early satellite feed of the ep around midnight or 1am Sunday morning. And being the spoiler ho that I am, I'm usually right there, waiting for it. Only... I've been waiting for "The Counteragent" ep for sooooo incredibly long, and with so much anticipation and excitement... I find myself actually trying to decide whether or not I should spoil myself for the ep, or just wait for it and watch it without any knowledge as to the details of that huge Sarkage twist at the end. I WANT to be spoiled. But I also WANT to be as shocked and surprised as possible, especially if it has anything to do with Sark. ARGH!! Dilemma. I hate this. Grrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:51 PM ... ||
DUDE.
DUDE!!
Not cool. So not cool.
WHO has been tagging boards and messing with our minds? Trix, WD and I all got hit. And WD isn't even a hardcore Sark lover! What's up with that? Whoever it is... 'fess up. I'm getting my magnifying glass and my fingerprint kit, and I'm going to do a little investigating. Everyone is a suspect. No one is free from suspicion.
But I've got a short list. So watch out. :P
And I know it wasn't really Sark. How do I know? Because Sark and I are on intimate enough terms where I don't need to call him "Mr." anymore. :P So there. Bleh. Do your homework. Because WD and I are doing ours, and we're going to figure out who you are. Yeah, I'd watch my back if I were you. :D
Number of Times Sark Mentioned: doesn't count in this entry. I'm on a special mission.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:44 AM ... ||
Friday, November 15, 2002
Update:
Power outage at the lab, decided to come back to the apartment and watch afternoon trash. Just saw one of the roomies leave with her bf. Okay... I'm so going to hell for even thinking this... but I think being born in the States has really affected my way of thinking. For some reason, I like my men tall, lean, and just slightly dangerous with a heart of gold. Heh. But her bf... dude, I'm taller than both of them, and I'm not tall to begin with. And he's just got that... really... dorky, nerdy, dweeby look about him. And yes, they're cute together, but the rabbitness MUST STOP!! And every time I see them... I get all squicked, before I start giggling, and then back to squicked again.
I'm going to hell... I'm going to hell... I'm going to hell... 
And my punishment will probably involve never getting a man of my own. 
Okay... the fun thing about having a blog is being able to steal from people. Heh. Try to stop me! Saw this survey on both Rach's and Diana's blogs:
1. What's on your bedside table?
Radio/alarm clock, lamp, tissue box, change, bills, glasses, tissue box, stack of CDs I don't listen to, stack of novels, and latest EW magazine.
2. What's the lamest part of your music collection?
Dude. I went through a boy band phase. Blech. Let's not look too deeply into that.
3. What do you eat when you raid the fridge at night?
Nothing. I tend to sleep through the night.
4. What is your secret guaranteed weeping film?
Gah, I can't think of any (or won't admit to any), except I'd have to agree with Rach. Schindler's List made me cry in front of my entire class when the school went to see it.
5. If you could have plastic surgery, what would you do?
A little bit of liposuction around the waist... leading to bigger boobs. Or maybe, just the bigger boogs to distract all attention from the middle. Heh.
6. Do you have a completely irrational fear?
Bugs. Any kind of bugs, insects, arachnids, etc. And dying.
7. What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecurities?
I start to shake, especially in the hands.
8. Do you ever have to beg?
Beg... whine... whatever I have to do to get what I want. And I'll willingly do it for Sark/DA/The Booj.
9. Do you have too many love interests?
Real: not too many.
Love interests who are just dying to present me with a restraining order: Dude, I've got LISTS!!
10. Do you know anyone famous?
Well... went to school with famous people who were friends of my friends, but not with me. Had a friend who tried stand-up in NYC. Also have a friend whose best friend is a famous TV star (in Turkey... does that count?)
11. Describe your bed.
Graduate apartment housing. Typical college dorm bed. Narrow, confining, X-long (perfect for snuggling with Sark).
12. Spontaneous or plan?
Definitely a planner. I'm anal that way. Unless, I'm really bored, then I pretend that 1-minute preplanning is actually spontaneity.
13. Who should play you in a movie about your life?
No clue... Me? I always wanted to be a star. If anyone can suggest someone good for me, feel free to. lol. Now... I'd rather talk about who'll play opposite me. ;)
14. Do you know how to play poker?
Very badly. I can never remember what's better than what, but I'm dying to play strip poker with some hot guys. Heh. (Um... Sark? You don't need poker to get me nekkid. ;) )
15. What do you carry with you at all times?
Money. Never leave home without at least twenty bucks on me. And cell. I fear being stranded and moneyless.
16. How do you drive?
I'm a scaredy-cat, except on the highway, then I'm hell on wheels. Hey, I'm from Jersey. And that bus stop in Chicago? Yeah... that came out of NOWHERE. Ya hear? Totally NOT my fault.
17. What do you miss most about being little?
Having people do things for me, and not having to worry about anything.
18. Are you happy with your given name?
I'm okay with it. Makes me feel like I'm 12, though. And apparently, my mother is having second thoughts. Bleah.
19. What color is your bedroom?
Home: white, not too creative.
School: Industrial blah.
20. What was the last song you were listening to?
"Someone Saved My Life Tonight" (by Elton John) performed by Adam Pascal. Sorry, but he just gets me all tingly doing that song, and it was the last song playing on the mp3 list. Before that -- "She Hates Me" by Puddle of Mud (which makes me giggle). And just now -- "New York, New York" by Ryan Adams. I am no music snob, so my tastes range all over the place.
21. Have you ever been in a school play?
Nope. But in my head, I was the lead star in the big school musical. :P
22. Have you ever been in love?
Possibly.
Oh wait... real people... hmm
23. Do you like yourself and believe in yourself?
Only if you like and believe me, too.
24. Have you ever done any illegal drugs?
Only secondhand... and only with people who were under strict orders from their doctors. Let's leave it at that. :P
25. Do you think you're cute?
I've been told, but I'm not entirely sure it wasn't meant in mocking tones. :P
26. Do you consider yourself to be a nice person?
I think I can be, especially with strangers. People who know me call me "bitchy" and often feel the urge to strangle me. What does that tell you? Yeah... I'm the sweetest person ever. That's what I thought.
Countdown to Sarkgasm: 55 hours
Number of Times Sark/DA/Booj Mentioned in Entry: 3 (I'm getting better. Ok, counting the 3 from this morning's entry... actually 6. Still pretty good.)
|| posted by Pooh at 2:00 PM ... ||
It's early. For me. For a Friday. But I had a ton of sleep last night. Why? Because everyone is boring and out having lives. Blah to everyone. 
Well, guess what? I am going to have a life this weekend, too. Only... not. Sigh. Home for the weekend with my crazy, psychotic family (and some of you wonder where I get it from. hmph) and a dentist appointment in the city. Woo... not so much hooo. I've been going a bit crazy with my soda consumption lately. Sigh. I'm going to be so busted over that. Grrr. But I get to use my insurance card for the first time. Weeee. Hmm... if only I knew what I'm supposed to do. The stupid dental plan never sent me anything, just my card. Don't get me wrong. I love that card, but I'm going to hate having to use it and go through the hassle. I know crap about claim forms, etc. Hmm.. actually, I should probably make sure my checkup is covered, too. Blech. Being an adult sucks.
What else sucks? (Other than me, to Sark, but only if he wants 
) Actually working for that money. Being a TA sucks, especially the pay. I might as well be a slave. Mmm.. Slave... Sark... uh... okay, better stop before the number of Sark references top the other entry. Heh. Hey, if you're going to obsess, you might as well go crazy with it. Hmph. But I still deny that I'm obsessive. I know he's not a real person. See? My concept of reality isn't entirely skewed. 
Sunday, baby!! Sunday!!! So close, yet so far away.
GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rabbit at 9:30!! Nine F'ING Thirty!!!!!!!! In the MORNING!!! Someone 
me. Good God!!
*watching TV... loud... VERY loud... wish it were Ep 7 on TV instead of Reege interviewing Rudy... bleah....not going insane... not going insane... not going... ah, screw that*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:38 AM ... ||
Thursday, November 14, 2002
BAH!
Added a tag board, which took freaking FOREVER! Damn. And I have no idea where that teal-ish color came from. Whatever. I don't care. Between Blogger and Tag... I'm going to have a head of white hair. If I don't pull all of it out first. Blech. It's that damn "publish" button. Grrr. And... how the heck do I change the length of the "name" and "url" input thing so everything's the same width? Freaking html. bah bah bah bah.
I need a drink.
This is way too much work for a blog. Hmm... need to figure out how to use the new hosting site, so I can move all this crap over there and start the whole frustrating process of formatting anew. Oh yeah. My life is just wonderful. *rolleyes* Where's my Nekkid!Sark and bottle of Chateau Petruese to make this all better?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:58 PM ... ||
Yay!! Meg finally found this blog again. lol. And the crappy template right now inspired her to work on a layout for me. LOVE Meg. She's my MeggyBear!
Well, everyone's doing it, so I might as well. Also... Trix told me to. *rolleyes*
The Googlism for Pooh:
pooh is a bear
pooh is found out
pooh is stuffed with fluff (hmm... exactly what do we mean by "fluff"?)
pooh is caught in a
pooh is so cuit
pooh is as
pooh is cute
pooh is overjoyed
pooh is everywhere in disney world
pooh is my favorite bear
pooh is for adults (heh)
pooh is a special one (duh)
pooh is a big hit on tv by jenni1396 (WTF?)
pooh is for you only
pooh is much smarter than he looks
pooh is cool
pooh is as adorable as always as this 2
pooh is dressed in stripy shirt
pooh is holding a goldfish in a bag
pooh is giving away an award to quality childrens sites all around the web
pooh is playing peek (with you know what ;) )
pooh is a biting and wickedly funny (well, der)
pooh is
pooh is about to drop the "biggest stone he could carry" (uh...)
pooh is as adorable as always as this 2 ft
pooh is out looking for hunny (oh. thought this said "looking for horny)
pooh is poohing in the sun
pooh is having a grand introduction all to himself
pooh is wearing a santa hat
pooh is as adorable as always as
pooh is a loveable bear with many friends
pooh is often puzzled by the other creature’s conduct
pooh is about 13" tall
pooh is on the front wearing a paper hat
pooh is playing santa while piglet is sitting in a stocking
pooh is at the center of the puzzle
pooh is a happy (erm... am I happy, or "is a happy"?)
pooh is like a mockingbird in that once you take him home and put him in your kid's room
pooh is too
pooh is now closing in
pooh is as adorable (yeah, we get it already)
pooh is a bear with very little brains (HEY!!!!)
pooh is one of the best (but at what? :P )
pooh is connected to the following things
pooh is a very well dressed baby in this brightly colored romper
pooh is dressed for a very special halloween treat
pooh is the best (yeah, that's what I thought you meant)
pooh is dressed up in his royal blue velvet robe & has
pooh is holding a lace
pooh is suddenly declared the oldest one of the group in ''the wise have it''
pooh is busy counting up the visitors
pooh is talking about
pooh is an animated exploration of aa milne's famous 100 acre woods with winnie the pooh
pooh is dressed in a pumpkin costume with a smiling jack (heh. smiling Jack. hehehehe)
pooh is a very memorable cat
pooh is in need of a loving home in mi
pooh is obsessive (AM NOT!)
pooh is a truly special little fellow who seems to have a knack at bringing the people of the world together
pooh is a zip up pooh inside a cake (erm...)
pooh is or you don't
pooh is a dynamic hip
pooh is surviving with slightly elevated engine temperature and slightly lower oil pressure (lmao)
pooh is one of disney?s most popular franchises (heh, now ask me why ;) )
pooh is one of the dearest boys that we have ever met
pooh is more popular now in terms of merchandise than ever before
pooh is fun
pooh is the filling holding his very own cake with three candles and party hat
pooh is that true? pooh is running around with a balloon
pooh is three
pooh is all good fun ? well
pooh is a short
pooh is an upper mid
pooh is spooky
pooh is kanga and roo
pooh is so different from the others in that he
pooh is the man
pooh is right in style in his cute little leopard outfit (damn straight)
And for my real name, which I don't care if any of you figure out, since the "Pooh" may or may not have given it away:
winnie is pooh
winnie is star
winnie is bald
winnie is sons boss david winnie has experience of top (all I see is "David," "experience," and "top." Hee!)
winnie is fun
winnie is the newly elected president of the women?s league of the african national congress
winnie is the smartest dog i've ever seen
winnie is thando se held loersus thando mkize se openlike verkondiging
winnie is my goddaughter
winnie is zo lief
winnie is peeking out of the honey pot with the trademark bumblebee on the lid
winnie is leaning on his july honey pot which has a ruby in the front of it
winnie is opening his january honey pot which has a garnet on the front
winnie is a mastiff who is 6 years old
winnie is sons boss
winnie is spirited away when she tries to quench her own thirst (heh. nasty thoughts)
winnie is the daughter of the marquess of sissingley
winnie is also known by children around the world as winnie l'ourson in french
winnie is called after pooh
winnie is working on various screenwriting projects in los angeles (yeah.. it calls for Nekkid!Sark)
winnie is the place for me (funny, that's what Sark says, too)
winnie is only 15 minutes from the coast
winnie is the new zealand labour party candidate for the mana electorate in the 2002 general election
winnie is not interested in accepting the traditional role of the passive (Sark likes her when she's... aggressive)
winnie is asleep
winnie is a mixed breed of unknown parentage
winnie is sweet
winnie is my 7th generation in a direct line of my bitches (yo mama)
winnie is perhaps beckett's most upbeat character
winnie is spending a lot of money on legal fees (where the f* did that restraining order come from???)
winnie is a virtual inmate in the stately home of her parents
winnie is a senior folk & myth major at harvard university
winnie is a dream on wheels (I'm pretty dreamy on the hood and roof, too)
winnie is now a symbol of the stupidity of the "average
winnie is introduced to a new way of life
winnie is now based at the machakos red cross branch in kenya's eastern province
winnie is the endearing witch whose spells just don't work
winnie is gemaakt om wat dingen uit te proberen voor de site van mijn dochter marinda
winnie is a project which is part of the software zoo
winnie is slightly older in this retelling allowing for a budding romance between (Sark and her)
winnie is a real winner by xrae
winnie is made by winnebago
winnie is furious
winnie is buried up to her waist in a (heh, the places I could go with this)
winnie is the 17
winnie is a very proud member of the following web rings
winnie is not happy
winnie is convinced that he is returning to win her back (Sark ALWAYS comes back for me)
winnie is a little girl who is 10 years old and falls in love with jesse tuck
winnie is the greatest
winnie is a walleye lake
winnie is a 5 1/2 year old (emotionally, this is very true)
winnie is unusually observant and tries to clarify issues so that
winnie is determined by the wind direction
winnie is glad
winnie is compelled to tell to her daughter about her past
winnie is the love of our lives (weeee!! you guys DO love me!!)
winnie is a demanding one for the actor; it's not surprising that many of the greats have been drawn to its challenge (heh. I'm like a puzzle they all want to solve ;) )
winnie is already "buried up to her diddies" in the sand (duuude)
winnie is still at the shelter
winnie is moving away
winnie is slippery as a snake when it comes to serving time behind bars
winnie is easily regonizable by one black spot on her left eyepatch
winnie is a very respected woman in america
winnie is an unwilling house guest for a while
winnie is a polar
winnie is situated at the intersection of state highways 124
winnie is nervous
winnie is tokin to a frog bicas she donot gant dat now bare nos that she is goeng aguae from home
winnie is going to help mae tuck
winnie is hoping to find another home
winnie is now a successful nu skin blue diamond executive
winnie is by am ch jecamo's jamison v oakstone out of am ch zarlins party doll
winnie is the resident rich kid
winnie is just a general term for winnabago class c motor homes
winnie is the most popular and convenient amusement park in the tri (is that what they're calling me, now? hmm)
winnie is a lab mix who is so bright she could rule the world
winnie is terrific
winnie is by ima cool skip
winnie is currently an optometry student in the school of optometry at the university of waterloo
winnie is getting along well with the four dogs and two cats she lives with
winnie is a far cry from the elegantly spoiled heroine in beast
winnie is told
winnie is jarig en wacht op haar cadeautjes
winnie is one of the most unique animals i've ever witnessed
winnie is ofa excellent
winnie is still moving to the northwest
winnie is also the part
winnie is a real estate agent that is known in the community of fort worth mid cities for their dedicated client service
winnie is one who speaks the truth (so true, so true)
Well, that was a lot longer than I was expecting, and hoping for. Phew. Exhausted now. lol.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:21 AM ... ||
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
So I've grumbled (mostly to myself) about continuing to blog, even though this site is very temporary and I'll have to figure out how to move everything over to the new site once I get that worked out. Seems easier to just start over, but that's me. I'm all about the lazy. :P Anyway, Trix keeps going on and on about how addictive blogging can be, and I guess she might be right... except I hate writing about myself. So this entry is going to be about other people. Heh.
Trix. Dude. Wish Blogger had a comment thing, because as I was reading your blog, I kept pausing and thinking, "Damn, I can make SO many comments on that one phrase..." Heh. I think you can probably figure out which ones. And thanks for the encouragement with the hosting. Letting me go first? Sigh. I guess that's only fair considering you went first with the other place. I'll let you know how sucky it is as soon as I purchase an account. I'm thinking... today... or tonight... unless someone else tells me about another hosting site that gives good space and bandwidth, and will let me put up all my obsessive (I'm talking like every 5th frame) Sark caps. Ooh, baby!
Rach, imagine my surprise when I visit your blog, only to see that this site has been linked. Nooooooooooo..... oooooooooo..... This poor pathetic site. This poor ugly pathetic site. Damn. And I wanted to stay anonymous and isolated and in my own little world. Crap. Does that count as socializing? Because I'm pretty inept at that.
Only 130.5 hours to go until Sarkage!!! Woohoo!! And yes... I will be counting down now. It's been too long since I've seen my lover. Damn spy business keeps him away.
And finally... a little rant for the week:
My two favorite keys on the keyboard? The SHIFT KEY. See? I just used it. Ok, I could have used the caps lock key instead, but that's beside the point. The Shift Key Lets Me Capitalize Every First Letter Of Every Word In This Supid Sentence. Except, I would not do that in real life because a) it's annoying, b) it's stupid, and c) did I mention it's annoying? That was just meant to be an example of how a SHIFT KEY can work.
This is a sentence that has utilized that gorgeous shift key.
this is not a very nice looking sentence, you f'ing retards who go on message boards and post like this because you're either too lazy to embrace your shift key or you're just dumb.
Oh wow, and that was probably a run-on, too. Damn. Anyway, everyone should do everyone else a favor and use that SHIFT KEY, before I hunt you down and glue your pinkies to them. And don't think I won't do it, either. Grrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:39 AM ... ||
Saturday, November 09, 2002
Ok, I think I could really get into this blogging thing. But you know... the lack of a layout or any creativity is really bringing me down. Of course... I'm waiting for Meg to hook me up, but she can take her sweet time. Until then... I don't even want people to know that I have this page lol. Trying to find new hosting. Blah. I hate making decisions. Then gotta get out of the current host contract. Bastards! What they did to Trix? So not right. Sigh.
Aw, everyone's ripping each other off with those fun little poll thingies. But seeing how I don't even like this site.. lol. I'll probably refrain. Gah. Maybe I should just wait to get the layout up before I write anymore.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:20 AM ... ||
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
DUDE!!!!!!
Sark. Gendarme. Syd. Banter. GRIN.
I'm dyiing.
And in HELL, because I have to wait until 12/15 for it. DAMN.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:25 AM ... ||
Yeah, the time is right. It's almost 2am. What the hell am I still doing up?
Oh, right. Chatting. Sigh. Can remember when it used to be the Fectas up til all hours of the night. Now, it's with Alias people, where I barely speak half the time except to "lol" and throw in my random pervy, and sometimes insightful, thoughts. lol. See? I'm already doing it here. Blah.
Why do I even bother updating this when this blog will probably get trashed eventually after Meg love works on a layout for me. What a doll. Oh, right. Maybe this will help me get into the routine of writing daily. Not so much rants. I usually don't feel like sharing rants unless I'm really pissed off, just because I know people will be reading this. Maybe. Don't mind sharing in person with people I know, but that's a whole different story. Everyone I know is a bitch and a half. In that good way, though lol. Sigh. Sleep. I need it.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:54 AM ... ||
Monday, November 04, 2002
Good GOD!!! Everyone is driving me up the walls. An okay day deteriorated into a miserable moment of existence. My mother is f'ing psycho. Ok, I hate making generalizations, but she MUST be going through The Change, or some kind of screwed up mid-life crisis. And I just happen to be in the center of that maelstrom. GAH! She wants me to change my name. WTF. Change my name? The one I was given when I was born? Why? Because she's into feng shui now, and thinks it'll be better for me. My cousins are doing it, but they're out of school and don't care. I'm lazy, don't want to deal with the legal hassles of changing EVERY SINGLE DOCUMENT to a new name. Plus, that's just f'ed up. Hell, she's even got a name picked out already!!! Again, wtf wtf wtf. So what was I supposed to do? Ugh. So I told her to call me whatever she wants, but there's no way in hell I'm changing anything legally. Going home this weekend is really going to suck ass. Big time. I was in lab and I had to leave to finish the call, and then when I returned... good lord, I think I might have started tearing. Would have been worse had I been alone. My parents drive me nuts. I just wish they would stop. Sigh.
Thank God for Ben & Jerry's ice cream, which I ran out immediately afterwards to buy at the student center. It was well worth it, even at those exorbitant prices. And hee... came out to see my news reporter lover Anderson on the big screen monitor. Goodness, he looked so cute. I've missed seeing him on TV. Heh. Damn, I'm messed up. I think I'm getting all hormonal, and I haven't even checked for white hairs today yet. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:28 PM ... ||
Sunday, November 03, 2002
This is just a test.
Meg wants me to start a blog. Bah. I suck at these things.
My last online journal went kaputz after a week because I was too lazy to update it.
Let's hope this works a bit better. For Megs.
And obviously I"m a freak because I have no clue how to use this. And all these templates suckass. And wtf am I doing again?
Dammit. I need to graduate or something. Why am I starting all sorts of weirdass online endeavors. Gah. Meggy, this is all your fault. Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:27 PM ... ||