Friday, February 28, 2003
Spent the 40 minute drive back home listening to LiteFM without realizing it. Am I just getting old, or should I worry? Hmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:33 PM ... ||
Strange things are happening. Every time my alarm goes off in the morning...and it doesn't even matter what time, 7 am or 9 am...that Kid Rock/Sheryl Crow song is ALWAYS on. Dude. WTF. That song is going to be permanently burned into my head if this continues. Or maybe I'll just go crazy first.
Heh. Amy, you're as bad as I am. Tsk tsk. I got the finger wag of shame from the nurse. Sigh. And then she went into the whole spiel about the probability of getting HepB, and how it's a horrible disease, blah blah, and how everyone should get the vaccine, and basically how much I suck because I didn't finish. *hangs head in shame* So now I'm on the OccHealth shit list and need to call them to get a blood test. If you got at least two shots, I'd probably get a titer (uhh? spelling? lol) and if you don't have the antibodies, to start over again.
One bad thing about working in a department that deals mainly in women's medical devices? I think I'm turning into a hypochondriac. Though, this probably shouldn't happen seeing how I'm really a 56 year old man trapped in the body of a 12 year old boy with a mindset of a 5 year old girl. Or maybe I'm a lesbian guy whore. Hey, if Francie can be one, why can't I? Right, Jenai?
Everyone's leaving to do fun things this weekend. :( Have fun, Rach and Jenai!! Me? Stuck helping the sis move into her new apartment. Hopefully, it'll be cancelled due to snow. *crosses fingers*
Hey, Trix, still going to be around Somerville next weekend?
Oooh! Oooh!! Rabbit news!! Either Rabbit or Wabbit got a new electric toothbrush. While I was trying to sleep, all I kept hearing was that motor going, and someone gagging. Oy. That's going to drive me wacko, too. Hearing someone gag is not something I want to hear every day, but I guess it's good that at least one of them is brushing their teeth regularly, huh?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:01 AM ... ||
Thursday, February 27, 2003
So my days of twidding my thumbs seem to be over. I actually had stuff to do today, but not much. Next week, I get to do a whole bunch of stuff. By myself. Because most of the supervising people will be in training all week. Um...too bad I'm not quite sure what the heck I'm supposed to be doing, and have to wait to see if one of the engineers will provide me with instructions and materials, etc, by the time I return to work on Tuesday. Oy. I'm going to have to make sure I can macgyver my way through whatever the heck I'm supposed to do because if I can't figure things out by myself, that's not going to look too great, right? *anxiety attack*
Had an hour and a half of bloodborne pathogen training. One of the most disorganized sessions I've had so far. Lots of boring stats about HIV and all the hep diseases. The fun part? Finding out that most of the people in the department I work for are just as juvenile as I am, which they could be during the session because they had already taken it before. I was a good girl and actually paid attention. *yawn* And of course, got tsked by the nurse presenting the information because I never finished my Hep B series, which I started a good 7 (holy shit. SEVEN???!!??) years ago. Dude. 3 shots over a course of almost a year? How the heck was I supposed to remember to do that? *spanks self with wet noodle*
Oh, and just to share the wonderful information I learned: Y'all know that when you wash your hands WITH soap, you're supposed to do it for as long as it takes for you to get through 'Happy Birthday' twice. Roughly 40-45 seconds. Dude, that nurse was cracked.
Just to reassure Meg that I meant all the Mr. Rogers stuff in a very childishly innocent way.... I hated when he took off his cardigan. See? A guy I don't want to see with his clothes off. Heh. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 6:38 PM ... ||
Sad news this morning.
It's not such a beautiful day in the neighborhood today. Goodbye, Mr. Rogers. I spent my childhood growing up with him, always wanting to be his neighbor, and wishing I could ride the Trolley to the Land of Make-Believe. Still do. :(
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Work. Blah. Playing with thermal scans. Kinda cool.
Still thinking about new blog layout. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:55 AM ... ||
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Hehe. Watching Ed tonight because there's nothing else on. Dude. Hall & Oates. With their big hair. Hee! Thought of you, Trix. :P Now, back to ignoring you because you brought the Dean/Mac news. Hmph. Take it back! Take it back! Take it back!! *throws hissy fit*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:55 PM ... ||
It's snowing. Kinda. Flurries. And expecting another 6 inches tomorrow night. Dude. Sucky sucky.
Today I spent a good hour and a half at the library orientation. Um, I'm still in school, so I know stuff about libraries and search engines and yadda yadda. But the other two new hires (REAL employees, dammit, must be nice to have a salary) were acting like the library was some exciting, newfound invention. Um...not so much. Dude. It was so frigging boring, my eyes started tearing from the effort of not yawning. The librarian - erm, 'scuse me, information services guy - was nice, though.
And after I got back? People started finding me things to do. Like play with some programming. Set up this hysteroscope thing that neither I nor the lady in charge of that project know how to use. Fun. And I got to play with a $90,000 thermal imaging camera (the kind they use in the military, weeee). Unfortunately, she didn't have the right software on her laptop for us to run experiments, so that'll wait until tomorrow. Sigh. But wait!! Tomorrow is my bloodborne pathogen safety training. Hehe. Finally get to use my Hazmat suit for its intended purpose. Excellent. Next week? I'll be bitching and moaning about wanting my slacker time again. Sigh.
Although...I was a bad girl today. I kept checking (non-company) email and blogs all day. Hee. Just to let you know, y'all are in the computer history now. Haha. I'm glad I slacked off today, though. Got a new inspiration for a blog graphic. As much as I love Sark, it's about time I changed the graphic and colors, no? Pooh lurves Meg for helping and encouraging the obsessions. Got home and immediately went to work drooling - um, choosing - pics for the new graphic. Hehe. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 7:10 PM ... ||
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
Noooooo!!! Mason can't die. *bawls*
This is TV. Isn't there some kind of magic anti-radiation/death pill he can take that will cure him? Or maybe just let him live, even if he has to grow four arms, a second nose, and a third buttcheek? Come on!!
Okay, I wasn't really paying attention, but is there some kind of triangle thing going on with, uh...Michelle (yeesh, you'd think I'd know her name by now), Tony, and the new chick? Or is the new chick just evil? Um, maybe I should actually pay attention.
Kevin Dillon? Dude. Just as freaky as his brother. Whatever happened to Matt, anyway?
And that military dude they're looking for? Why does that guy always play the baddie? Typecasting, dude. Actually, why does it seem like everyone is on 24? I spent the whole ep going, "hey, it's whatshis(her)face!"
Oh yeah, and Jack? ROWR, baby!! As usual. But he needs to be nekkid. Or at least shirtless. Yep, just think what an easier time he would have had interrogating Marie if he had been shirtless. She would have given it up. Easily.
Dude. The previews. Nooooooo. Jaaaaacccccckkkkk!!!! Dammit. Why must every single one of my Jacks have this need to risk their lives in order to protect their loved ones/save the world? Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:47 PM ... ||
Work is tiring. I don't know how all you adults do it. Heh. I guess I got hired during a lull, because they still haven't given me anything to do. What have I been doing instead? Reading a programming manual. Yeah, I'm an f'ing nerd. Whatever. Beats staring at my cuticles all day long. Just watch. Next week, I'll probably be hip-deep in actual work, and then I'll wonder why I was bitching and moaning the past two weeks. *shudder* And meetings suck. I need a job where I don't have to go to meetings. Okay, so technically, I haven't been to a "meeting," although I'm scheduled for orientation and training sessions through next month. I guess you could call those "meetings." Tomorrow? I get to learn how to use the library. *rolls eyes*
I miss being in my apartment, slacking off. Heck, I even miss Rabbit. I miss being here during the day when I get to experience everything that is the RWabbit. Siiiiiigh.
Trix mentioned the GG fandom in her blog entry, and after the past couple of days, I have to admit that I'm incredibly glad that I am SO OVER that. Granted, I haven't watched a GG ep since the first season finale, but I was still chugging along with the fics. No more. Pffft. Over. First, someone plagarizes one of my fics and uploads it to FF.net as their own. Ok, that was kind of amusing since they couldn't even pick a good fic to steal (and yes, I'm pretty sure I do have a couple of those, blah). And now, some tard (or tards) was messing with our tag board, leaving insulting and offensive tags on our site while impersonating us, and necessitating the removal of said board. That was not amusing, and certain people need to grow the fuck up. While I love some of our more faithful (and mature) patrons, it's things like that that pisses me off and makes me even more bitter. Bah Humbug!
Oh a happier note, I found this really old Irina/DaddyVaughn fic I had on the zip. Heh. It sucks sooooo much. Bwah.
Nanda mentioned something on her blog about her TV shows and "Jack." I'm now watching 24, and it occurred to me that I may also have a JackObsession: Jack Bristow, Jack O'Neill, and Jack Bauer. They all work for the government, and they all carry big guns. Dude. What's that all about? I don't even remember ever liking that name before either. *scratches head in confusion*
Weeeeeeeeee!!! Wabbit's over!!! Too bad it's almost my bedtime. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:26 PM ... ||
Monday, February 24, 2003
Yay! Congrats to Meggers for receiving that awesome fic feedback. I'm SO jealous. Hmph. Oh, right. Gotta write fic in order to get feedback. Darn it.
Huh. Richard Lewis on Alias. Huh, again.
Never put much stock in IMDB info before. After chatting with Jenai, that Debra Messing rumor DESPERATELY NEEDS TO BE true. Especially if she turns out to be an ex. Just because. Bwahahahaha.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:28 PM ... ||
Ugh. Stupid Blogger was down for server upgrades or something last night. Blech.
Um, nothing to add this morning, except that Sark was yummy last night. And SO NOT EVIL. *cackle* (And how bad a SarkWhore am I? Didn't even realize that the Sarkgasm Blog had changed layouts. *smacks self many many times* What a layout. *thud*)
Dreading going back to work tomorrow. Hopefully, the computer/email will be up and running so I can slack off "productively." Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:04 AM ... ||
Sunday, February 23, 2003
Just finished watching the ep along with everyone else on the East Coast. Don't feel like doing the invisitext for those WHO HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET, so just SKIP whatever comes after this. :)
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~ Kendall ~ LOVED the Syd smackdown. The Great Bald One seriously rocks, especially when he's acting all professional instead of emotional (*cough*Vaughn*cough*) about Syd. Hey, didn't see Jack getting all pouty about trying to rescue Syd when she was caught.
~ Jack ~ Dude. Why has his screentime been cut to almost nothing? GRRRR. Still hot. Still yummy. Still awesome. And his little "glad you're back" thing to Syd with his hand on her shoulder? Awwwwwwwww. *swoon*
~ Irina ~ WHERE THE FUCK WAS SHE????????????????
~ Caplan ~ Uhhhh. Wasn't he supposed to be in this ep? Damn.
~ Syd ~ When exactly did she lose all hesitation over killing people? Lots and lots and lots of people? And DAMMIT!! How come everyone can forgive her so easily? Dude, gf, you needed to get more smackdowns from Kendall, Dixon, and Diane.
~ Diane ~ Please don't leave Dixon. It's all Syd's fault. Go over there and kick her ass. Thanks.
~ Francie ~ Did everyone catch those RF moments? Sure, she might be acting all weird, but you can't fake those RF moments. And anyone who works with Sark rocks in my book.
~ Will ~ HEE!! Hot. Yummy. Mmmm. Kicking Harvard asses. LOVE him. NEED MORE of him. Nekkid. Thanks.
~ Sloane ~ Evil. Just evil. But at least Syd looked nastier than he did in the "old person" get-up. Phew.
~ Dixon ~ WHY can't you stay pissed with Syd longer? Dammit. Every man on this damn show needs to stop falling at her feet. GRRR. But DUDE. Damn hot and yummy in the black commando gear. ROWR.
~ Vaughn ~ Whatever. Did he know that Sark was in the tub, under all those bubbles? Because Sark so was. :P
~ Sark ~ Duuuuuuuuuude. Just. DUDE. Hothothothothothothot. Loved the little mannerisms that showed he was questioning Sloane, hesitating with carrying out all the orders, trying to force info out of Sloane, and even giving Sloane a little lip with his "easy for you to say, you're 8000 miles away." Hee. Dear God. Send me a Sark to play with. And dude? He's SOOOO not evil, and he's soooo not completely working with Sloane. He had another opportunity to kill Syd when she was in the Focus, but didn't. Too bad he didn't jump into the car with her. Sighness.
And how wonderful was it to actually see Sark in the previews? And with him killing the guard that was watching over Irina? He. Is. SO. Not. A. Complete. Baddie. Definitely a double. Better be.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:23 PM ... ||
Oh, poopy.
Didn't get to download tonight's Alias ep earlier when I was still home since most of my regular torrent haunts were down. Darn it. Guess this means I have to watch the ep with the rest of you lowlifes. Hmph. And gah. Sucks to not be able to fast foward through all the boring, ie. Vaughn and S/V, parts. :P
Meggers, sorry I haven't been on much. I just feel like sleeping all the time now. Sign of depression? Or maybe just exhaustion? Or burn-out? After just one week of work? Heh. I'm such a lazy ass.
Dude, Jenai. You were gone way too long last night. Sorry I missed you when you came back. :(
And how sad is it that I actually opened up that old "Jack" fic (shaddup, Trix) and tried to get my brain to make it a stepping stone for that great convoluted epic I was thinking about doing? Then I remembered it was still the weekend, and I was supposed to stop using the brain. So I stopped. Heh. Btw, Trix, got your email about Somerville. If it's the same Somerville I'm thinking of, my job is in that town and it's about 20 minutes away. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 6:27 PM ... ||
Saturday, February 22, 2003
Ugh. Haven't felt much like being online lately so I'm missing everyone and all the happenings on the board. :(
Just got back from clothes shopping, and think I spent my first paycheck on clothes for work. Dude. How much does that suck? And how many pairs of chinos (same color, but slightly different style) does a person really need? Heh. And why do I have to be stuck between two sizes? And why are my legs stumpy, requiring me to buy the "short" sizes if they have them? And why are women's clothing so friggin' expensive? Does a birthday suit count as "business casual"? Hmm. Must ponder.
Hehehe. Bwahahaha. LMFAO. Muahahaha. That 'Lone Ranger' "movie" got totally ripped in the newspaper today. Is it wrong for me to feel all sorts of warm fuzzies knowing that ever since he ditched GG for DC, CMM's "career" and "talent" have deteriorated into a crapper-full of Suck? Yeah, I'm heartless. Whatever. DA seems to have way more talent, but here's hoping he's got the business sense never to do that to himself. Hey, I'll even give him the Marshley show as a good career move. I'm selectively generous that way. :P
It needs to stop raining. 2 feet of snow, and a buttload of rain on top of it. Sucky weather.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:33 PM ... ||
Thursday, February 20, 2003
Yay!! My first week of interning is over!! *does happy dance*
It was a little bit better, but not much. I got to play with more balloon catheters and jamming them up these foam uterus models. Heh. And ouch. Then I got to take a couple of them apart for fun. I was supposed to help this other lady set up some hysteroscopic device system thing, but she was too busy so I twiddled my thumbs for an hour instead. I ran the LabVIEW tutorial (boooring) and was told that I'd probably end up being their programming person. Um... dude? So okay, I wrote on my resume that I had experience with it, but that was like a good 4 years ago, and um...I mainly watched. Heh. This should be interesting.
Got my telephone. Finally. If anyone wants to call me, it's 541-&@#$. Still don't have my computer up and running yet, though. And I'm still scared to mess around on IE, even though I was so incredibly bored today, I decided to check my yahoo mail. Um... hopefully Big Brother won't mind. It's not like I was bored enough to surf porn (I do that at home, thank you very much). Almost got some New Girl Love today when this other girl (a non-slacker who graduated a year after me and got her MS a year before me. Beyotch.) ran into me in the lab and we started chatting, then made plans to have lunch together. But alas, it didn't happen. I was in the middle of one of my tutorials when she went to eat, and besides, someone else got to her first. Sighness. We have a loose lunch date set up for next week.
Speaking of next week....I get to sit through a biohazard safety course, play with cow tissue, and probably mess with more balloon caths. All fun stuff. Not.
Why is it that the closer it gets to 5 PM, you look at your watch more and time starts to slow down? Blech. The only really fun thing I did today? Calculate how much money I made being bored this week. And cussing out the fact that those computers don't have Minesweeper, Freecell, or Spider Solitaire. Aw, come on. It's not like I would waste my entire day just playing. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 6:49 PM ... ||
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Owie.
Feeling the pain from all the shoveling yesterday. Desperately need a massage. Any hot single guys out there wanna volunteer?
BWAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!
To all those (ex)Tristan lovers out there. Dude. Duuuuuuude. Just saw that Lone Ranger commercial and I'm LM*F*AO. Dude. Just. Sad.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:51 PM ... ||
Pooh as a "Grown-up": Day 2
I don't wanna grow up...
Things that happened today:
1. Decided I definitely need more clothes if I'm going to keep working.
2. Trudged to the lot to get my car.
3. Encountered traffic. Blech!!
4. Got my security badge and passcard. Nasssty picture. Blech again.
5. Bored out of my fucking mind. No one has anything for me to do except read, and play with instruments.
6. Twiddled my thumbs instead of reading or playing with instruments.
7. Bored of out of my mind in the lab. They ran out of desks so they stuck me in the lab where I can't even have food at my own "desk," and there's no one else in there, and I'm quarantined from the rest of the people.
8. New Girl Love started and ended at the same time. No one to eat lunch with. *cries*
9. More boredom, interrupted by obligatory new hire orientation.
10. Played with the springy string thing on my passcard.
11. Broke my badge cover.
12. Played with catheters.
13. Ended up leaving 20 minutes after I should have.
14. Parked at school. Realized that the lot would be closed for snow removal. Tried own resident parking lot. 3 spots, no luck. Why is it always easier to get out of a spot than get into it? Drove around for half an hour until ending up in front of my department, which is much further away than I parked last night. Got one of the last spots. Praying the car is still there tomorrow morning (or I won't be able to get to work. Woohoo)
15. Nuking dinner because I'm too lazy to make dinner. HOW do real adults do it? Yeesh.
I cannot wait to go home this weekend. I'm DYING to go home this weekend. I've got a nice, clean driveway at home that's just begging for my car to be parked in. Plus? Real food. And clothes shopping. Ugh.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:24 PM ... ||
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
2 hours.
2 fucking hours!!!
That's how long it took me to get from the door, over the first few yards of knee-deep, sometimes butt-high, snow, through the little patch of snowdrift between two cars, over another huge bank of plowed snow, across the semi-plowed lane, to the next row of parked cars, over another plowed bank and a yard of unplowed snow, to my car. Then to shovel the damn snow I just crawled through so I could get the car out. It took three tries, one pair of soaked new slacks, two boots full of snow, a pair of wet socks, one bout of "fuck the internship," and one lovely girl who helped shovel the last foot of snow in the end while I burned rubber to get out of that spot.
And for what?
6 hours of boring reading, no computer, no email, no telephone. Socks that didn't dry for 3 hours. No cubicle for me since there's not enough desks, so I get stuck in the lab office all by myself. I hope there's no cameras there because I think I zoned out for an hour or so. Hardly anyone came in today, which sucked because I did, dammit! And half the new hires didn't show up so I didn't even get my orientation or my security badge. What a lousy first day. I even dressed up nice after all, and I didn't get any New Girl Love. Why? Because NO ONE came to work!!! Damn. It.
Tomorrow there's a once-a-month R&D department meeting at 8:30am. I should "probably" go. Dammit. It's going to be a miserable second day, too. Blah.
If this is what being a grown-up is all about, then screw it. I want a job that doesn't require me to be somewhere for 8 or so focused hours. And I want my mommy.
Thank God for that staff parking permit from back in my TA days. Got home, saw everyone trying to dig their cars out of our parking lot, decided to screw it, and parked in a plowed staff lot. So I'll walk 5 minutes to and from the car and room. Exercise. What a novel concept.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:59 PM ... ||
I want to cry. :(
Good news: My job has a delayed opening so I get to go in an hour later than I was originally supposed to be there.
Bad news:
!! The school maintenance staff still hasn't cleared any of the walks or the lots so I can't get to the car, and probably won't be able to get the car out.
!! It's snowing again. I don't think it's just the wind blowing snow off the roof or trees, because there's hardly any trees around here. And it's snowing rather hard.
Wonder if it'll be like school and the company will change their minds and close today now that it's snowing again. Sigh. Fat chance. I think this is an omen. Pooh isn't supposed to work. At. All. And screw the whole "first day of school" mentality, and trying to dress up nicer than I normally would. It's cold outside, and my pants will be ruined after I crawl, burrow, and trudge my way from the front door to the car. They're just going to have to accept the new girl as she is. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:22 AM ... ||
Monday, February 17, 2003
Boo hoo hooooooooooooo!!!
Just stepped outside to see if I could find the car for tomorrow morning. EEEEEEK!!!!! Opened the door. Was faced with the mother of all snowdrifts. Eh. Didn't look that deep. *snicker* Took a couple of steps.
Sinking...
Sinking....
Sinking......
And sometime this decade, I stopped sinking. Snow went all the way up to my knee, and there was still a good foot or so under my foot. Managed to stay mostly upright all the way to the edge of the parking lot. Before I stopped. Got to the edge of the first row of cars, and saw two more fucking huge snowdrifts I would have to burrow through just to get to the car. Dude. WHY did I park in the middle of the fucking lot??
Bleeecccchh. Anyway, saw minimal snow accumulation on the car. As much as I could see, anyway, since I could barely see past the snowdrifts. I'm thinking the car itself won't be much of a pain to clean tomorrow. But everything around it!!! ACK. Someone needs to shovel by tomorrow because there's no way I'm getting dressed up to burrow through two feet of snow just to get to the car. At least the nice intern lady emailed me to tell me to come in half an hour later, or to call if I need more time. Phew. But still....
|| posted by Pooh at 5:58 PM ... ||
Stop snowing!! Stop snowing!!
Someone make it stop. :'(
I think we have about 19" of snow right now. Sigh. And the blizzard conditions are still in effect, although it's kinda a wimpy blizzard, if you ask me. Grrr. It needs to stop because now I'm stuck in the apartment with everyone, even Wabbit, and tomorrow is my first day of work. It's going to be a pain in the ass digging the car out of the snow. Hmm. Wonder if I can start working next week instead. Yeah, I'm just lazy.
Speaking of work... Why do I buy pants that are just one or two shades off of any color I actually know, just because they look nice? Only to get home and realize I really suck at matching, and have no clue what color top to wear with it. I think I need a personal dresser to help put my clothes together every work day. I never have problems matching jeans, dammit. Being a grown-up sucks.
Oh, and weirdness. This morning, Rabbit saw me when I got up (at 10am - yeah, I'm a sloth, shaddup) and actually knocked on my door to ask if her keyboard-playing was bothering me. Of course not, because she was actually playing a song, even if there were mistakes, and it was after 10 (anything after 8am is a free-for-all to me, even if I'm trying to sleep). But yeah, anyway, this new considerate Rabbit is freaking me out.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:05 AM ... ||
Friday, February 14, 2003
The news is so funny these days. People browsing through a selection of gas masks in stores.... Checking out prices for Hazmat suits....
Excuse me? Why are you only buying this stuff now??? Don't you know the War of the Anvils has been waging for months???
Then they showed some guy plastic-wrapping his entire house. For his "piece of mind." With huge sheets of plastic. And a staple gun. And a neighbor to help him hold down the plastic. Dude, it was a fucking cocoon.
Bwah. Haha. Hahahaha. Ha.
I lurve watching the news, especially the local news. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:35 PM ... ||
Happy Valentine's Day to all!
A gift my sister sent to me, and one which I will now share with all of you. In honor of this very special day.
Or maybe you would prefer this lurvely piece of V-Day fluff? There's 3 buttons. Hit the "reset" after each, and try all of them. I insist. Personally, I like Button2 ("Cupid").
Morbid? Who me? *shocked*
And because not everyone has a special someone for this joyous holiday, there might be a handful of people who are less than amused at their singleton status. Cheer up. Found in my email from Meg, received months ago:
The Egg
If you think life is bad.....
How would you like to be an egg?
You only get laid once.
You only get eaten once.
It takes four minutes to get hard.
Only two minutes to get soft.
You share your box with 11 other guys
But worst of all...
the only chick that ever sat on your face was your
mother!!!
So cheer up, Your life ain't that bad!!!!
Pass it around to someone who you feel can use a good lay,
I mean day.
Well....I thought it was appropriate. *shrug*
And finally... yes, FINALLY! Now for something completely unrelated to candy, flowers, jewelry, cards, and being half of a couple (or a third of a threesome) - an every day present. Just because I'm nice that way. You'll love me for it. Trust me. Bwahaha. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 12:41 AM ... ||
Thursday, February 13, 2003
Gotta lay off the shrooms
Dude. This is the last time I'm ever reading S/J SG1 (grrrr, Nanda) and P/J DC fics (argh, Trix) right before bed. I had the weirdest dream last night, which is surprising since I don't usually remember what I dream about. This probably won't make sense to anyone who doesn't have at least a passing knowledge of SG1. The DC stuff is pretty self-explanatory and doesn't require much thinking (as with the show itself). Heh.
Something about Sam, Jack, Pacey, Joey, and me. On the beach, being talked into playing hooky by Jack. (Me, because it's Jack; Sam, because...dude, it's Jack. I mentioned my unhealthy RDA lust, right?) We play frisbee. Pacey and Joey are making out on the beach, so they were already playing hooky (among other things). Then we get on a schoolbus with those ugly green seats (uh, don't ask where it came from). The driver is Narim (or one of Sam's various alien boyfriends). There's also a chaperone, some headless ('cuz she's not important) lady from the bus company (seriously, don't ask) sitting in the front. Sam and I do verbal sparring to see who can catch Jack's attention. Pacey/Joey are making out in the back of the bus.
The front of the bus transforms into a sleek spaceship cockpit, and Narim's face has morphed into a Narim/Peter DeLuise thing (dude. Don't ask. I DON'T KNOW!! Except that Peter DeLuise has that baby-faced look a la Pacey, is on the SG1 crew, and I loved him on 21 Jump Street) *deep deep deep breath* Narim DeLuise expounds on the intricacies of spaceship navigation (yeah, I'm seriously fucked up, why bother asking? and yes, I'm a nerd, even in dreams. Shut. Up.) and aims the bus/ship (whoa, too much Magic Schoolbus, maybe?) to his home planet while the 3 of us - even Jack - listen in rapt attention. Pacey and Joey -- still making out in the back of the bus. (Hello? Why are they still in this dream? LOL)
Yadda yadda. We end up going to the alien planet, but as we step out, we're back on the beach again. Pacey/Joey stop making out long enough to disappear in a poof of smoke and end up back on the beach. Making out. Again. No one got Jack, who was his usual adorably snarky self. The next group of bus people come on. And Idiot Me has to return to the bus because I think I dropped a glove. The end.
Hi. I'm Pooh. I'm. Fucked. Up. How you doin'?
Um, there was more, but I think I'll leave those details for my psychiatrist when I make an appointment for this afternoon. I can't explain the SG1 thing, but I think the P/J was a result of reading really great P/J smut fic that was missing the smut (that's just wrong. so wrong).
Speaking of fucked up
Does it count as a RabbitFit if it's not really a RabbitFit? I think she had one this morning without being too obvious about it. And I was wrong. Sound does travel pretty well through the adjoining wall, especially when she's yelling at Wabbit over the phone. (Let me take this moment to ponder why anyone needs to turn their phone ringer up THAT LOUD. Yeesh!) She rushed out, avoiding Scary, but managing to give her door some extra juice while letting it bang shut by itself. I guess this way she can feign innocence about the slamming. *roll eyes*
The one thing that's come out of all this fucked-upness? My auditory perception has increased like 100-fold. I bet at the end of next week, if someone even breathes, I'll be able to say who it is, where they are in the apartment, and determine their mood.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:13 AM ... ||
MeloDRAMA. Shit.
I just found out that Wabbit left before inspection. Kinda hard to determine, what with all the doors slamming. And now I know why.
So, about twenty minutes ago, Rabbit slammed into the bathroom, then slammed into her room. (I'm getting good at distinguishing between various slams. I got skillz, yo.) And proceeded to bang on her keyboard. Dude. Not cool. Not when it's close to midnight. She eventually stopped, and it got kinda quiet. Then...
a knock...
more knocking.
Not my door. But Rabbit's. It was ScaryRoomie, deciding to pay Rabbit a little visit. *shudder* Not about the keyboard, though. About the door slamming.
And here's where it gets interesting...
Let me preface this part by making it perfectly clear that inspection brings about a whole new set of anxiety and paranoia - nevermind that the RA is my friend. So it's understandable that nerves might be sensitive. Oy, the tension! I've got the kitchen; Rabbit's got the loo; and the other two roomies split the floors and everything else. One did her half of the mopping last night, hoping (silly girl) that the painters would tiptoe in this morning. Uh.... so not the case. (Dude. Bad dirty painters!) It's winter (duh) so there was mud, etc, all over the place. I got home early, so I was sitting pretty in my room. The other two came home and mopped down everything. Rabbit didn't get home until right before inspection.
Anyway, ScaryRoomie (henceforth known only as 'Scary') wanted to "talk" to Rabbit. Apparently, Scary put up a sign on the door. Didn't see it, but I'm guessing it has to do with either being really careful whenever anyone comes into the apartment to avoid tracking in shit, or something along that effect. She was being extra paranoid about not failing anything in this inspection. I guess Rabbit took exception to that sign, probably thinking it was insulting or something. And I guess she ripped it down in a RabbitFit. Then, Scary, taking exception to this agressive act and viewing it as disrespectful to her, might have closed her own door on Rabbit. (Erm...from what I heard of the convo which took place out in the hall - while safely locked in my room, listening to the radio loudly - Scary was going to talk to Rabbit about the sign thing but then RA came to do inspection, so she took her anger into her own room.) So at least one slam goes to Scary. Then Rabbit, pissed off and angered, slammed her own door in retaliation.
*taking a break to say that I now have the urge to slam my door*
So the Scary/Rabbit "discussion" continued, touching on concepts of "respect," being angry/not angry with each other, the excuse of being an international student (that one Rabbit pulled out of her ass, because dude? does being an international student preclude you from having some sense of civility and common sense?), "apologies," whether anyone was accusing anyone else of not doing their part for the inspection, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda. Missed out on a lot of it towards the end because I was scared they were going to start yelling and pulling hair. So did not want a part of that. Passively hid behind my headphones. Yeah. I'm a WUSS. Leave me alone. *grumble*
Anyway, they went back to their respective corners. (And how lucky am I that my bedroom is located between theirs? Ugh.) Rabbit started banging on her keyboard again. Then stopped. Then used the bathroom, but this time giving the poor door a break. Scary got on the phone and ranted to someone. And Rabbit's been talking to someone - probably Wabbit - for the past half hour. Haven't heard crying yet, but I've discovered that sound doesn't quite travel laterally through our adjoining wall as well as it does through just her door. Plus the headphones? Still on. Heh.
You know, if sex can bring about peace, I'm willing to give up my sanity and have both their boyfriends over for the rest of the year. Sigh.
*thinking about putting all of this into novel form*
Just as crazy...
How adorable are P/J? SIGH. I swore I would never watch that crappy show EVER again. Now I think I'm going to be watching next week. Craaaaap. Joey, I don't care too much about, but Pacey was back to drool-worthy form minus the beard. And hello. Joey shaving him was just swoony. Aaaahhhhhh!!!!! I can't believe I was squealing about fucking DC!!!! Damn. It. But if P/J really do get back together again, it'll make those first few years of sitting through soulmate shit all worth it. Okay, almost.
Hee!
Lionel Richie singing on Leno. Wow. Takes me back to a time of innocence, non-drama, and warm fuzzies.
I need a drink now.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:40 AM ... ||
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
Oh, crap
After a good 2 (3? 4?) years of being good, I've been drawn back into the suckdom of DC. All because of P/J. Shit.
Of all the crappy, manipulative, stinky, rotten....
*****
Weeeee!
Wabbit's over!! And now BOTH Rabbit AND Wabbit are slamming doors. Bathroom doors. Bedroom doors. Any door that they can get their hands on.
*mutter* This is getting ridiculous....*mutter*
And hee! So our RA - friend, M - came for inspections. Heh. Rabbit got gently reprimanded. Bwahaha. The bathroom's her responsibility, and she got called on it. Lmao. She got off easy because I know for a fact she didn't bother cleaning it, and if she did, it was a cursory wipe-down. Hehe. Wonder if she's going to go cry to Wabbit and throw a hissy fit. Mwahaha. Even if we ended up not passing (which I would kick M's ass so hard, if he did that to me/us), any fine would be so worth it. Oh, man. I can't stop laughing. Is that so wrong?
|| posted by Pooh at 8:47 PM ... ||
Got back at 2pm. Oh, look. Guess whose shit is in the living room, but whose person isn't? Wabbit. Lovely. Hopefully, this will put Rabbit in a better mood. And hello, deja vu. Everything feels exactly like the last time we had inspection. Me with my head in the oven, Rabbit/Wabbit nooning it. Bleccchhh.
Feel gross. Really gross. Food poisoning? Hmm.
Memo to self: Never drink the coffee from the student center again. It doesn't agree with you. Unless flavored by Baileys.
Off to clean the kitchen. Fun times.
*****
I think I'm going to puke. Cleaning is nasty. I feel gross and the smell of cleanser isn't helping. The problem is....I'm not into half-assed cleaning. If I'm going to clean, I'm going all out. Sadly, in graduate housing, it doesn't matter how hard or how much you clean. Everything still looks the same -- dirty. Must be the cheapass bulbs in the light fixtures which give off a sickly yellow glow. Blech.
Ok, enough of a break. Cleaning under the range almost made me pass out. Oy. But time to get back to it. Sighness.
But Rabbit came out and actually said "hi." Shocking. Can't decide if I'll miss the RabbitFits. Hmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:23 PM ... ||
Hee! The idea of Evil!Vaughn still manages to make me giddy. And the more I spec on it, the happier and giddier I get. Weeee!!!
Hrmph. Unfair! Next Tuesday, Rach will be in Vegas, and I will be starting the internship. And I've just been informed that I won't have a computer or a phone for at least that first week. It's bad enough that I'll actually be working, but to take away all forms of communication.... Erm, what's that you say? Live, personal, face-to-face communication? Like actually talking to someone in person???? Are you shitting me? :o *grumble*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:15 PM ... ||
So no falling out of bed this morning. Bummer. Would have been a great story. Maybe. Probably because I was tossing and turning all night. It was always either too hot or too cold. Air currents must be drastically different in the middle of the room compared to the side where the bed is usually located. Dragged myself out of bed at 7 and had a nice big mug of caffeine. Mmm. This is going to suck even more when I start getting up at 6 next week. :(
But the security guy that showed up right before 8 was nice. That's what I need. A nice man to wake me up every morning. Hmmm. The PoohBear just isn't working out anymore. Sigh.
Rabbit Tantrum Watch: Day 2
Oh, dang. Nothing this morning.
The security guy had to pound on her door to wake her up. Guess she didn't get the note that was written in HUGE letters on her memo board. Or maybe she didn't think it applied to her. Whatever the case, she was only a bit cranky - maybe because it was Day 2 of a Wabbit-less night? - and zipped out of the apartment about 5 minutes later. After she had made a call to Wabbit telling him not to come over. A ha!! Sneaky. Another nooner, huh? (And yes, the roomies did giggle and scrunch our faces over this.)
So far she hasn't said a word to any of us since our meeting Monday night. Interesting. If she did things that annoyed one of us, then we would probably be petty. But since she does things that irritate all of us, shouldn't that signal some big gong in her head? Or maybe the flakiness isn't just an act. Hmm. Anyway...if she keeps this up, I'm going to stop being amused. This baseless vindictiveness on her part, with the ignoring us and slamming doors, etc., is getting old real fast and is incredibly childish.
It's almost like that Seinfeld sex experiment. Maybe if she doesn't get her dailies, she'll lose all brain function. It could also explain why before, Wabbit was doing so horribly in school. Maybe if the overnights are regulated more, he'll end up acing his coursework, and she'll...well...all she does is bake anyway. School? What's that?
Hmmm. If true, this could explain why I'm still stuck in school. Something else to think about. If my brain didn't hurt so much right now.
Ow!
Weird, debilitating, cramp-like sensations. And no...not that. *does chemical analysis of coffee* Was it something I ate? Drank? Gas? Owwwie. This is why I don't wake up too early. All sorts of strange physical (and mental) dysfunctions (malfunctions?) in the morning.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:51 AM ... ||
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner...Unless She's a Rabbit
Yep. Pretty sure it's a temper tantrum, which is fucking hilarious considering she's in the wrong. She refuses to clear her dishes from the kitchen counters so I can clean, and instead, went straight to bed. So I left her a reminder that I'll be cleaning in the morning, dishes be damned. Last inspection, I actually put away her dishes for her. Argh.
Before she went to bed, she took a shower, and when she got out, she slammed her door. Then she pounded once on the keyboard. Bwah. How hard is it to admit that she's wrong? So the ScaryRoomie just busted out the "no overnight guest can stay more than 4 days/month" housing rule which was pounded into our heads by the housing people when we first moved in, and her boyfriend actually follows that rule because he respects us. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem since we're all adults (well, Rabbit/Wabbit are questionable) and I was actually very entertained by timing Wabbit's daily endurance/stamina test (usually about as long as it takes me to blog an entry, and I type pretty fast), but when someone starts abusing that rule and ends up practically living here... that is so not cool. If he helped clean around here, then it would be an entirely different story. Obviously, she values sex before cleaniness and classes. Ok. Whatever. If she wants it so bad, she can go to his place, and Grow. The. Fuck. Up.
I can't wait to see what tantrum she throws tomorrow.
Strangeness
The pipes slated for painting are located above my bed. Decided to move the bed from the wall tonight so I can have those precious few minutes of sleep in the morning. Um... so now I can sit on the bed and play on the computer. Very strange. And it's different having the bed in the middle of the room. For as long as I can remember, my bed's always been up against the wall. With it away from the wall, it actually seems kinda pathetic. Small. And lonely. Hmm. I'm going to need a bigger bed when, not if, any of my pre-approved obsessions come to visit me. Heh.
Let's see if I roll off the bed in the middle of the night, or run into the computer desk in the morning. Should be interesting.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:35 PM ... ||
UGH
We each got notes on our doors that the painters will be here at 8:00 AM SHARP to paint the sprinkler pipes. Uhhh.... WHY??????? They're pipes, for cripe's sake. And why would they paint them in the middle of winter, when we're still living here, and it's too cold to open the windows to ventilate the rooms. Because there's going to be that nasty smell of paint. Dumbass.
*expects to be high tomorrow night from the fumes*
And why.... WHY???? must they schedule this on the same day we have sanitation inspections? Hello??? How are we supposed to clean the apartment for inspection tomorrow night when we've got big hulking men wielding paintbrushes and tracking in mud and smushy snow into the apartment sometime between 8 AM and 5 PM?? SOMEONE explain this to me. Hello, Housing? You guys suck.
And the worse part is I barely slept last night even though I didn't get up until 9 this morning. Kept waking up. Not just waking up, but bouncing out of bed in adrenaline-filled bursts. Don't ask why. I have no clue. I'm so weird. Anyway, I was so hoping to sleep in -- really sleep -- tomorrow before doing my Tazmanian devil routine through the kitchen. ARGH.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:36 PM ... ||
Drama Central (TM Rach)
All the good stuff happens behind closed doors. Well, except for that stuff (and only because I'm not involved in that or have my own...stuff). I usually stay up late. Don't ask me why since I also usually wake up grumbling that I need more sleep. Bah. But last night, Rabbit was on the phone. Probably to Wabbit. There was loud talking. And I think crying. I almost knocked on the door and asked if she was ok. Now, I don't know if it had anything to do with Wabbit, or if it had to do with our very frank roommate discussion last night. If the first, that's her business because she hasn't even officially introduced her boyfriend to any of us, even though he practically lives there. If the second, I should have sympathy, but I don't because one of my other roomies who has lived in the same apartment with Rabbit since last year informed us that every one of their past roommates (not just us) has had the same problems with Rabbit and brought them all to her attention. Numerous times. And she just doesn't seem to. get. it. Can anyone really be that clueless? Sigh.
And this morning, while I was procrastinating about getting out of bed, Rabbit was banging on her keyboard. Heh. I'm talking loud, dissonant, petulant, little kid throwing a temper tantrum, kind of banging. Maybe she thought she was the only one in the apartment. Maybe. Except that I got up to take a shower, and the banging got louder. Gee. Was that for me? I can't figure out why, since out of the three of us, I probably said the least about the Rabbit/Wabbit crap. All I did was tell her to make sure she put away her dishes, pots, and pans so I could clean the kitchen counters. Oh. I did mention the loudness factor stemming from two people showering together (dude. nasty. but not that kind of nasty. all they do is have some kind of town meeting in there or something. seriously? I can think of much better ways to make noise if I'm sharing a tub. just saying). But that was only added after the scary roomie brought up the topic of how not cool it is for them to be doing that when there are other people in the apartment. We're not Real World, ok? Besides, his apartment is in the next building!!! Dammit. Take your shower in your own fucking tub. Argh.
I guess she left after I got out of the shower, because right before I left for lab, she and Wabbit came back to the apartment. And she was all pissed at him. Apparently, he was trying to find something he had left in her room. She got all cranky and said that it was his own fault that he made such a mess in her room so it served him right not to be able to find his shit. *cough* And she was trying to tell me that it wasn't possible for her to have ants in her room? Pffffft. Whatever.
Oh, and for those of you who have been keeping up with the TP Saga.... I brought it up during our apartment meeting. *takes a bow* Yep. Bit my tongue to keep from snarking, but I put it out there. Was even getting ready to take a little field trip to el bano to demo the magic of the TP dispenser, and how to use it. Naturally, no one admitted being a Dumbass. Sigh. Hopefully, this will put an end to the empty rolls I keep finding. Go me.
*****
Presents!!!
Listened to one of the CDs the lurvely Trix sent me. Dude. Jacob Altemus has a great voice. Soothing. Calm. Beautiful. And he sounds hot. LOL. Mmmm. The Susan Tedeschi songs are great. I love "Alone." The title speaks to me. Heh. ;) Plus the Aimee Mann... Great stuff. I'll need to listen to the CD again. Hopefully, I'll get to the other one, too.
*****
Uh, present?
So the advisor forwarded an email to me. Apparently, someone found the article I published in a conference journal regarding my research to be mighty interesting. Now he's interested in taking part in some of that research, and wanted to know if we have space in our lab for another grad student. Or if he could come and visit to see what else we're doing with that particular project.
Uh...yeah. Seeing how I am in charge of that particular project, it's not going anywhere. I wonder if he knows that most of that article was bullshit. Heh. If it weren't, I'd be done with my thesis by now. He's more than welcome to come here, do it for me, though. Now that would be a really nice present, if I do say so myself. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 4:13 PM ... ||
Monday, February 10, 2003
Wow. It's amazing what can be discussed when 3 out of 4 girls who live together finally get together and talk. It started off as a meeting about getting ready for the sanitation inspection, but ended up being a blabfest about ... you guessed it. Rabbit. Who was over half an hour late for the meeting, thank you very much. While she was standing us up, the rest of the roomies ended up rehashing all the little things Rabbit does that irritates us. It basically comes down to her being either really absentminded, or purposely so, and that she has a good-for-nothing Wabbit for a boyfriend who actually has his own room in the next dorm over. Then we went over the whole "this isn't graduate family housing" and "someone seems to miss the bowl quite often" and "does Wabbit or Rabbit actually go to class" and "how much water can you save if two people use the bathroom simultaneously" and "does she or bum boyfriend know how to clean" and the "thank goodness I only have to deal with the rabbitting, you guys have to deal with the pounding and baking at all hours of the night and early morning."
Then Rabbit came home (from class?? a month into the semester and she's finally going to her night class?? pshaw!) and we repeated the same things over again with her there. I think she went from contrite to pissed to apologetic. Whatever. She knows. And now that the rest of us put it out there, we all know, too. In fact, one of the roomies is more devious than I am. She actually went to our RA and told him to do a resident check when I wasn't around, and he caught (and kicked out) one of Rabbit's weekend friends who live here when no one else is around. Bwah. I feel bad for the RA, who happens to be in my department, because he gets the brunt of my roomie's complaints about Rabbit. And I'm scared of that roomie; she slams doors. Heh.
*****
And yes, Trix and Meg, Young MacGyver is being developed for the WB (of all fucking places). As far as I know, RDA is not participating in it. Thank God. (I did mention that it was for the WB, right? Bleeeccch) He is Mac, and anyone else going by that name is a fake. FAKE, I tell ya!! Hmph. And what's this shnit about the show revolving around his nephew? Huh? WTF? As Meggers, my Queen of All Mac Trivia, informed me awhile back, the dude was an only child. So ... nephew ... where from?... long-lost sibling, perhaps?
And why, oh why, must they "remake" every single show? Blah.
*****
Oh, and WinMX SUCKS!!! Every time I get through the friggin' longass queue, and it's my turn to connect for downloading... my connection keeps timing out. Nothing will download. Then I'm back at the end of the queue again. W. T. F. Dammit. I've only been trying to get this damn file for the past three weeks (2 on Kazaa, couple of days so far on WinMX). I tried Morpheus, but that one sucks even bigger, hairier balls than the other two. Why must the world suck? Why does it hate me so much?
But at least one good thing (cross fingers) is going to happen. Vaughn is sooooooooo EVIL!!!!! Bwahahahaha. *crosses fingers, lights incense, prays to the TV gods* They owe me, dammit.
Okay, it's 11:50 PM and some dumbass - probably undergrad - just walked by my window singing a pirate song. Oy.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:42 PM ... ||
What's the worst place for a bandage if you're right-handed?
I'm almost positive it's the tip of the right thumb. No matter what you do, you need that sucker, and everything you do requires putting pressure on that thumb. Sometimes even at an angle so the bandage ends up shifting. And falling off. And necessitating the use of another bandage. I've been through a good 5 or 6 in the last day and a half. :( I'd just give up on the bandage, but I cut myself (yuck) and it's gross, and it stings when it gets wet. Blah. And we've got sanitary inspections on Wednesday, which means I need to clean the apartment again (even though I did a quick run-though last week), and risk getting cleaner stuff into the cut. Of course, if I weren't so lazy, I'd go out and get some gloves. But I am. Lazy. Very, very, very lazy. So I won't.
And now I'm just whining because it's fun.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:56 PM ... ||
Sunday, February 09, 2003
Blah blah blah. Watching the new ep just a few hours early. I'll try to keep it short since I'm in a pissy mood right now, and that's never a good thing to be when "reviewing" an ep of a show that's teetering on the Eh Fence right now.
So...
Irina!! Dude. How I've missed her. Still fucking gorgeous. But damn!! Where's the rest of her scenes? One minute? WTF?
Jack!! Still hot. Lurve him, lurve him, lurve him. Hello?? NEED. MORE. JACK. SCENES. GRRRR.
Caplan!! He's Christian Slater, what more can I say? With last week's Ethan and this week's Christian, I might just fall in love with this show again.
Francie!!! Weee!! EF. Bring it -- in all of your 5 seconds of screentime, that is. Dude, if making Francie into a EvilDouble was supposed to give her a STORYLINE and SCREENTIME... someone missed the boat, entirely. Dumbasses.
Will!!! Still cute. Still hot. Missed him much. Dude, I'd do crossword puzzles with him anytime, but he's going to have to stay onscreen for more than just a few seconds, and for more than just a few lines. Grrrrr.
Dixon!! Poor, poor Dixon. He needs to kick some serious SydAss, especially after that "you were my anchor" cheesy crap. Kick her ass, Dixon!!!! Damn. His scenes were just heartbreaking. Carl Lumbly is a god. As a god, he deserves way more screentime (and a brother, heh).
Dixon's wife. Okie, I understand how she feels and what she might be going through, but dude. She's married to Dixon, a god, so just shut up and suck it up. Heh.
Marshall!! Hmm. He got over the betrayal pretty quickly. Methinks maybe he's still involved with Sloane, because I would love that. And please don't let his adjustment to the CIA be easy because of SydHo. But Marshall? Still a cutie and friggin hilarious, especially when he's gloating over his new admirers. Hee.
Sloane!! Love my evil evil man. Keep manipulating Syd because you are so fucking cool that way. And why does he keep getting hotter? Bring on the NekkidSloane!! I'm ready for more. Rowr! And BWAHAHA to the mechanized SloaneVoice. LMAO. You know what? Still hot. :P Bwahaha also to his get-up. Dude, he looks familiar. Uh... a bit of a Miracle Max? No... that's not it. Dammit. Who the hell does he look like in all that makeup? Grandpa Simpson? Ehh... Grr. This is going to bug me.
SARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY THUD!!!!!! Was that a polo shirt he was wearing? Hot Damn. Hot hot hot hot hot hothothothothothothothot. Except that mug shot? Eeeeh. Not so much hot. But oh lord. Leather!Sark. *thud* And soooo evil. And soooo hot. Damn those SarkCurls!!! And weee. TechieSark. What can't that man do? ROWR. *crossing fingers for a Sark kicking Vaughn's ass scene in the future*
Sydney. HMPH. Still pissed at her because she gets a graduate degree without going to class OR writing a damn dissertation. Fuck her. Damn TV shows and their warped realities. Grrrrrr. Hmph. Blah. Lucky bitch. She gets to sit in a car... alone... with SexySloane (still sexy even with the makeup, bwahahaha)
Ok, I'll refrain from saying too much about certain scenes and *cough* other characters. Actually, I won't say anything about those (especially one in particular), no matter how much it pains me. Those who know me know this is for the best. Usually, I don't pass up the opportunity to be mean-spirited and snarky (sooo hard to do), but I think I'll use some self-control today considering my pissy mood (soo soo soo hard to be nice and keep mum). I'm practically shaking from holding in the snark, like a damn drug addict in withdrawal. *shakes uncontrollably*
Suffice to say, THAT particular scene would have been SO much hotter if a certain blonde, sexy, British badass had been under those covers. For once, I'd love to see a V-less ep, just to spread the screentime around for the other great characters. Is that too much to ask? Hell, even Jack is sometimes barely in an ep, and dude, he's so much more IMPORTANT than *cough* that guy *cough*.
And ugh. Some of these missions are way too easy. Come on! Some guy just happens to be where they think he'll be. Some guy just happens to have a cell. Some guy just happens to have blah blah blah. For once, I'd like to see a "clue" lead directly to a dead end. Damn TV shows.
But DUDE. This has got to be the FUNNIEST Alias ep EVER. PimpVaughn (and don't even deny laughing your ass off when you saw him dressed in his pimp clothes as the gun dealer) and Sloane's old man disguise. Bwah. I forget. Am I supposed to be taking this show seriously? *scratches head*
Okay, back to being pissy. Stupid brother deleted a Kazaa file I had been downloading at home for over two weeks. TWO DAMN WEEKS!! And it was almost finished. Why? Dumbass got pissed at me because his own stupid friend made fun of him and wrote up a love poem or some crap for the bro and his "girlfriend," and I just happened to see it (lying on top of the computer desk, mind you) and read it. Argh. It's not like it's some state secret. Everyone knows that he spends hours every night talking to her on the phone. *throws things* *screams profanities* *has a temper tantrum*
So now I need to start over again, or maybe find it using another program. Grrr. Family sucks.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:03 PM ... ||
Friday, February 07, 2003
Oh yum. 7-8 inches of snow. Woohoo!
And the best part? Cleaning all the snow off the car. I can't count the number of times I twisted my ankles walking around the car to do that. Snow should come with a health warning label or something. Can't wait until all of it turns to brown-black mush and freezes over.
Home again, home again. Booooring. And sleepy.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:07 PM ... ||
Oh, today is a happy day!! 3-6" of SNOW!!!!
Bleecccchhh!!!!!
I need to go home to pick up all the paperwork I still need to do before I can officially become WorkingPooh. Darn it. Now I can't decide. Is it better to drive in the snow when it's kinda snowing hard but still early and not much on the ground? Or is it better to wait until near the end when all the snow has accumulated? I have no logic, no common sense, and absolutely no patience -- the only reasons why this decision is seemingly so difficult. Blech.
And yay!! Rach posted the Stuff magazine pics. Pooh lurves Rach for being so punctual with the scanning. LOL. Rowr, baby, Rowr!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:08 AM ... ||
Thursday, February 06, 2003
Uhhh....
Maybe I'm not supposed to inhale the Raid. *feels woozy*
Came back, noticed that Rabbit has been strangely and abnormally gone for the entire day. Gee, wonder why. *roll eyes* Did my Donna Reed impersonation. Vaccuumed the room, Raid-ed the hallway, cleaned the hallway floor (eeewwwww! naaaasssssttttyyyyy), then Raid-ed again. Whatever's the source of all the ants, it's definitely coming from her room. The trail of ants can't be wrong, can they? And I can't get into her room to clean for her. I bet it's all the food she's been bringing Wabbit. He looks like a guy who wouldn't bother to catch his crumbs, and I know she hasn't vaccuumed in forever. Ugh. Now I'm scared to go home this weekend because if I come back on Sunday and there's ants all over the place and in my room (which is so far a very safe haven for all non-ant-loving beings), I will be very put out. Hmph. And if Rabbit morphs into the Queen Ant.... argh.
The worst part is that the bedroom carpet is industrial yucky gray. Can't see anything. There could be ants crawling all over the place in my room right now and I wouldn't know it. ::cries:: I want my mommy to kick Rabbit's ass for this. ::cries some more::
Great. Now I'm all itchy. EEK. And kinda lightheaded. Oops.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:32 PM ... ||
Just spent the morning stuck in a radiologist's office with the sis. Dumbbutt thinks she either sprained or fractured her foot. Damn, that office stunk like mothballs and feet. Blecccch.
Got to spend an hour watching the news while I waited. Dude. What is up with those Libertarians? Handing out toy guns in a grade school located in the middle of East Harlem? And their logic behind that?? Because kids on Park Ave probably wouldn't appreciate the free toys as much as the East Harlem kids? Hello? Can you say "insulting" and "STUPID"??? I hate the world. Dumb fucks.
Oh, and caught a snippet of the Michael Jackson documentary. Uhhhh.... He is SO. Fucked. Up.
As you can see, today's blog entry was brought to you by the word "Fuck."
One more time...
Ran back to room to get my sis my resume portfolio. And EEEEWWWW. Ants. Ants all over the frigging place. In the hallway. In a nice straight line. ALL coming from RABBIT'S room!!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Found some Raid and did a quick sweep. Left all the dead ants for her to clean up since the sis was waiting for me. Also left her a nice note. You can bet your ass someone is going to get yelled at tonight. Fuck the Nice Girl act. She better get some protective gear because Pooh Shit is going to fly when I see her today.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:56 PM ... ||
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
Feeling WONDERFUL
There's something to be said about drinking in the middle of the afternoon. Especially when you're not supposed to. Hee!
Went to the faculty dining hall with friend and his friend (who is now my best friend, heh) for lunch. After lunch, went to the student center to grab some coffee, which I first declined...until I saw that nice bottle of Bailey's in new best friend's coat pocket. La la la. I swear, I'm not a lush, but come on. When the opportunity to be bad surfaces, you just gotta take it, ya know. It's not really really bad, but for an anally conservative prude like me, it was bad enough. :P Besides, we only sat outside and chatted and drank our nice coffee with healthy doses of Baileys, and made plans to go see The Hours sometime this week. It was a highly productive break. So there.
Anyway, it's freezing outside, and I think I caught a slight cold. My punishment, I guess.
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Ooooh. Mills!!! Lookie what I ran into. Just for you!! Bwahahaha and Bwhahaha. Didn't even know there was a first season on DVD for that second one. I'll keep my eyes open for any ALF or Small Wonder DVDs. LMAO.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:52 PM ... ||
Oops
Must have had a really good dream last night. PoohBear was missing his shirt again this morning. (Ah! No rude remarks! I swear he's such a ho. That shirt is always coming off by itself. :P ) I know I promised never to put him through that trauma twice by not sleeping with him again, but he's just so warm and cuddly.... ::blush::
Oy, right. Making an appointment for psychiatric help right now.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:57 AM ... ||
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
Much better
Had my daily quota of caffeinated beverages, grease, and snark. Now I'm feeling more like myself. Still taking the week off, though.
Best part of the day? Listening to some undergrads give each other advice on love and relationships. Bwahaha. Silly people. Best line I heard, re: gender differences and the treatment between men and women? "I know you people [ie., "men"] don't ever mean to hurt us [ie., "women"]." Oh. Man. I won't comment on the actual statement itself, although I will say that I was highly amused by the entire conversation. Hmm. The male species has been referred to as many things (jerks, pigs, bastards, assholes, etc) but this is the first time I've ever heard anyone call them "you people." Really gotta love the undergrads at this school. Makes me wish some of them would start posting at the AU Shipper Thread. Or NOT.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:42 PM ... ||
What is up with Mother Nature?
Another beautifully warm day, with the temp in the mid-50's. Sadly, it's gross outside. Rainy, gloomy, yucky. Ugh. I must have some mood disorder that's affected by the weather outside, because I feel like being small, mean, and bitchy right now. Just a warning, but most people who read this aren't going to have the wonderful experience of actually running into me today. Lucky. Not so much for the roomies...
Same old, same old, only different
Yesterday there was a big to-do about ants in the apartment. Apparently, Rabbit left a bag of garbage somewhere and just never bothered to take it out. One of the other roomies noticed all the ants, and we had a impromptu cleaning session. And a talk -- kinda roundabout, since that roomie and I are pushovers and way too nice (yeah, yeah, we need backbones) to just come out and tell her specifically to get her ass in gear -- basically threatening bitchslaps if "people" didn't take their garbage out in a timely fashion. Don't know if the talk worked, since Rabbit is seriously in her own world sometimes ... most of the time.
Losing it
Anyway, I need to take this week off. Saw the empty TP dispenser again -- "they" didn't even bother getting a new roll -- and almost lost it. What's that?
"Lose it…it means go crazy, nuts, insane, bonzo, no longer in possession of one’s faculties, three fries short of a Happy Meal…WACKO!"
Mmmm. Fries...
Uh, yeah. So anyway... Screw it. I'm taking this week off, and someone else can be the TP changer. I'm going to take advantage of my last week as a full-time grad student, slacking off whenever I want, crawl back into bed, and hope that when I get up again, I can start the day over a little more sane, a little less bitchy, and a lot more positive. But this is me we're talking about, so probably not. Blah.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 AM ... ||
Monday, February 03, 2003
Apparently, warmth decreases exponentially with time. Had a nice walk around campus, though, and I think I did a marginally good job at confusing the hell out of the flab that's been appearing around the middle. Exercise?? What the heck is that?? Heh. But aaahhhh...back where I belong. In front of the computer. And while I'm blogging, someone explain to me why one book needs to be shipped in a huge box with loads of packing paper. Seriously. No wonder shipping & handling costs so much. It's just a damn book, not like it's going to break or anything.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:22 PM ... ||
What the fudge!
It's like 60-something outside. Makes me wanna slip into something lighter, pack a picnic, find a park, and read a book. Hmm...
|| posted by Pooh at 2:02 PM ... ||
Let me count the ways that Mondays suck (well, this particular Monday, anyway):
1. Lost power a few hours before the alarm was supposed to go off, so almost overslept.
2. I feel sick again.
3. The Abbits were having an early morning "convo" (more details later in the blog) :P
4. Halfway through my shower, all the hot water disappeared. Dude, freezing showers are only good...well, okay, they're never good.
I'm still high on the Ethan from last night. Don't remember much about all the crappy parts of 'Double Agent' (which would be anything not EF or Ethan). But definitely remember the Ethan love. Yum.
So...the Abbits were talking again, where talking means that Rabbit bitches and moans about Wabbit and Wabbit just sits there and acts dumb. Gawd, there's nothing I can't stand more than a lazyass boyfriend. Something about switching majors to Enviromental Science because their grades suck right now. At first, I thought Rabbit was talking about herself, but then she said something (in her psuedo-crying voice that some girls get when they're trying to manipulate men) about how she has to push Wabbit before he actually does anything, and then she has to keep pushing him every once in awhile or else he'd just sit there and ferment or gather dust or something (okay, that last part was mine). If I had been invited to join the convo (dude, we might as well not have doors because you can hear everything), I would have asked her why she's still with him if he's such a bum. I mean, sure, there's consistent rabbiting going on, but it doesn't even sound like it's good rabbiting. Whatever. Then Rabbit mentioned how her own grades are suffering (ya think? what with all the late night baking all the time and the never studying?), so I feel no sympathy for them. Yeah. I'm a horrible, horrible person. Blah.
The magic date is February 10, when everyone in industry puts on their protective gear and welcomes the Pooh to the Land of the Working People. Unless my background check takes longer, then it'll be February 18. Gee, I hope they don't find out about that incident with the priest, the hooker, the joint, PoohMom and me. It was an accident. I swear! :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:12 AM ... ||
Sunday, February 02, 2003
Well...............
*deep breath*
*really REALLY deep breath*
Saw the new Alias ep, 'Double Agent' and....
Two general responses. The first is "Good ep. Lots of great moments and exciting stuff." The second, longer-lasting effect that I've endured due to this ep is "EEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" Yes, I'm 5, but NASTY!! Naaaaaaaassssssttttttyyyyy!!!! *shudders*
MMMMM. Ethan. *drools*
The beginning, with Lennox and Wallace... awesome. Very suspenseful, and aren't they a hot couple. Too bad "Lennox" is bad. And oooooh. Sloane. EVIL!!!!! YAY!. Dude, can we get rid of Syd and Vaughn and just have this show be about Sloane and all the wonderfully evil, evil characters? Shit, I'd get sooo behind this show if that happened. Fuck the mushy shit. Seriously, when did Vaughn become a "field agent"??? *roll eyes* Oh nice... Vaughn's already going over color schemes and interior decoration for when he moves into Syd's house. Blah. And hello?? Some great spy Syd is. Francie is SO not Francie, although I will give Syd credit for finding "Francie's" behavior kinda weird. And exactly when did they get Francie to do that gene thing? During her time at the spa? Bah.
Ethan. Rowr!
And EXCUSE me. >:( Grrr. Lennox almost went blind. Syd puts drops into his eyes to help him. Vaughn comes out from behind some door ... and asks HER if she's okay??? Hello? HELLO?? Syd can take care of herself. Besides, she looks perfectly fine. Lennox, on the other hand, most obviously isn't, and just got stuff dripped into his eyes. Hey, Dumbass. Shouldn't you be asking if HE's going to be all right? *smacks Vaughn*
Mmmmm. ETHAN!!!! *thud*
*snaps fingers* Vaughn, pay attention. Watch Ethan and take notes on how to make me pay attention when you're onscreen. Fat chance, but you need all the help you can get. And why why why are you still wearing that fucking WrinkleHead look now that you're getting some? Pfffft. Mmmm. Weiss. Yum. Oh, HEY, Vaughnie?? *waves hands in front of Vaughn's face* That whole scene with Syd and Jim talking about grieving? And he places a nice hot one on her? Yeah. THAT was just...wow. Chemistry, babe. Look into it. I mean, seriously. Ethan/Lennox and Syd on a mission together? The only thing more intriguing, more fascinating, more entertaining than that is when Syd and Sark are on a mission together. Really, Vaughn, take really good notes, ok?
Ooooh. What's better than Ethan on Alias? TWO Ethans. ROWR, baby. *swoon* *swoon*
Ok, wtf-ever with Syd knowing Emma. Pshaw. Please. Don't even make it seem like she had a life and knew all sorts of people from the CIA.
And the end? NASTY!!!!! Naaaaaaaasssssttttyyyyy!! Eeeeewwwwwwww!! A pox on all those responsible for THAT SHIT. But BWAHAHAHAHA!! Now Vaughn's "technique" will be analyzed and mocked by all Bad Guys (and moi) on this show. LMFAO @ that scenario.
In conclusion...BRING BACK ETHAN!!!!! In fact, make him the star of the show. He's a way better spy than Syd, anyway. Hmph.
So...I admit I was a tad pissed at the end of the SB ep. I'll also admit that I had major reservations about Alias afterwards. And I'll also admit that this ep had some very fun moments that made me remember what I love about Alias. However, I have to be honest. This is the very first Alias episode EVER where I have consciously and desperately fast-forwarded through all the Vaughn and S/V crap during a first time viewing.. Usually, I just let it play in the background and glance at that crap once in awhile, and then utilize the FF on any subsequent viewings, but this episode ... I couldn't get my fingers off the FF button. *shudder* Am I subconsciously being petty and taking it out on Vaughn after what happened with my Will/Francie? *shrugs* Maybe. Is my knowing I'm petty and can hold a major grudge going to change my attitude towards the character and lay off the FF button in future eps? Most likely not. I'm so beyond the whole S/V shit that just seeing it onscreen makes me nauseous. Yeah. Petty, so whatever. Let me have my foibles. But in that big scene at the beginning, when Emma got thrown out the van with all that C-4 wrapped around her...and then she got blown up...I gave a shocked, "Holy Shit!" and then a very very gleeful "Weee!!! Now Vaughn!!!!! Please!" And you know what? I'd pay good money to see that happen. In fact, I'd probably give my body away, too, while I'm at it, just to see it. And hey, it's the only time I would whore myself out for Vaughn.
Here's hoping Christian Slater does just as great a job as Ethan did. And if not, well, hell. Bring the Ethan back. And for God's sake, where the fuck is Irina, Will, Dixon, Marshall, and Sark? This show needs way more Jack, Francie, Sloane, Weiss, and Kendall. Speaking of Weiss...possible lovin' from whateverhernameis??. It's not the f'ing S/V show, ok. Yeesh.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:47 PM ... ||
Agh. Went out for dessert and drinks with the sibs and one SO. Dude, it's been so long since I've been out drinking, got tipsy just on some peppermint shnapps alone. Ugh. I'm such a loser. If the sisters weren't there with me, who knows where I might have been waking up in the morning. Heh. 'Course, the tipsy went away pretty fast because it's frigging cold outside and it snapped me out of it. But hmph to the waiter dude. Actually told me not to show him my ID. HMPH. I'm not that old!!! Anyway, now I must go sulk and be all insulted and depressed about that. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 12:16 AM ... ||
Saturday, February 01, 2003
Ow ow ow! Charley horse in the middle of the night. NOT what I want to be screaming about in bed.
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From the SG1 ep of 'The Serpent's Lair':
CARTER
Um, excuse me, did you say “the warships of our world”?
BRA'TAC
Surely you have such vessels?
DANIEL
Well, we have a number of, of . . .
O'NEILL/DANIEL
Shuttles.
BRA'TAC
These shuttles – they are a formidable craft?
O'NEILL
Oh yeah. Yeah. Bad day.
It's not just a bad day, but a tragic day with a great loss of life. This morning we lost one of those formidale crafts. I still acutely remember the day Challenger exploded, and today's tragedy with the Columbia will also be etched into my memory. It's a sad, sad day for all. :(
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And just to end on a somewhat more pleasant note, Happy Goat Year to everyone who's celebrating the Chinese New Year.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:00 PM ... ||