Monday, March 31, 2003
FUN FUN FUN!!!!
A wonderfully fun site that Meg was kind enough to introduce: TVShowsOnDVD.com
I've spent a good chunk of this morning going through all the shows and voting for the ones that I want to see on DVD. Heh. Yes, I'm a freaking slacker, and as my punishment, my eye twitch has been getting worse. Grrrr. Anyway, everyone should go vote for your shows. I never knew there were so many of them. LOL.
Rankings for the shows Pooh is itching to waste money on
MacGyver: 14th -- Go, Mac!
Space: Above and Beyond: 20th -- Woohoo!
Voltron: 282nd -- Bah
The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles: 127th -- Heh. Come on, SPF before he got skeezy.
Cupid: 187th -- Jeremy Piven!!
And yes, Meg, I voted for Firefly, which doesn't seem to really need my help at #2. :P
Hmm...Back to being psuedo-productive now? Nah.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:13 PM ... ||
I'm experiencing all sorts of obsessive-compulsive tendencies this morning. It's making me twitch. Not the eye. That hasn't acted up since I got out of bed, but my hand is just itching and spasming. It's not pretty.
And here's why: Rabbit left her door wide open while she goes and does whatever it is she does during the day when she's not in the apartment baking or rabbitting. Her computer is right there, and it's on. And I almost had a coronary.
I'm a bit of a freak when it comes to computers. My desk is a mess; various corners of my room are a mess; my head is mentally messed up. But there is one thing I just can't stand, and that's a messy desktop. What's Rabbit's problem? You can't see her desktop. At. All. Like, I don't even know what she has as her background or if she even has a wallpaper up. There's icons and shortcuts littering the thing, covering up practically Every. Available. Space. I mean, holy shit, I didn't think you could fit that many icons on a 17" monitor! It's wall-to-wall crap! Having a lot of stuff scattered on the desktop is okay; I can suppress my OCD twitchiness when it comes to that (*Pooh is looking at PoohDad*). But there comes a point when you just have to stand up and say, "For god's sake, woman/man/thing/alien!! Your poor computer!" Rabbit, I think you've gone beyond that point.
Oh wait. I think I see a bit of default green peeking out from between some of the icons, but it could just be the way the overhead lights reflect off the monitor (another thing that just boggles my mind - you're out of the room for hours at a time, WHY do you leave your lights on? yes, I'm a fuddy-duddy, shut up).
Ugh. I just wanna ... I just need to ... Dammit!! I want to clean her desktop. Move everything into nicely labeled folders. Arrange everything into pretty rows and columns. Something.
Sigh. This is not good. Where are my meds?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:14 AM ... ||
And the Tag Spam Wars continue. Haven't stopped laughing for the past few hours. Thanks Trix, OBO, CD, Sark, the mystery tagger, and all other characters/people/animals known to man. No one was safe. LOL.
Ack!! The eye twitch has become more pronounced. Scary.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:07 AM ... ||
LMFAO!!
Bwahahahaha
|| posted by Pooh at 12:21 AM ... ||
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Things I noticed the 3rd time through
ie. just another excuse for snarking
OMG!
I didn't even notice before. Elsa Caplan has the same exact mixer as Rabbit! Dang. I knew it! Rabbit's a spy, too! Poor Wabbit.
Oh, and the only "older" man who looks good hefting around a backpack? Josh Lyman. Just saying. Vaughn, you're no Josh Lyman. You should seriously invest in a little carryon. If you were a real "field agent," who got to travel for missions, you'd have one already. Just saying again.
Ah!! I know where the chemistry went. It's between Vaughn and WEISS. Damn, they would make such an adorable couple.
Oh, he's got it! Like, he just saw it. Skip...sequence...cipher...text. Suuure, Vaughn. Out of your ass? Or right out of DaddyVaughn's journal?
Sigh. Too much sarcasm isn't good for my health, right? Do they have drugs for that? Should look into that.
Heh. My cure: Sark keeps his gun in the back of his pants. ROWR. Again, it begs the question: what else does he have in his pants? :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:14 PM ... ||
Alias 2.19 - Endgame
And away we go...........
Previously on Alias:
~ Christian Slater looked nice, but not as nice as Ethan.
~ Emily betrayed her man, made up to her man, died. Poor Sloane.
~ No bad guy could hit a target at point blank range, except for Sark and Irina.
~ The CIA goofs traipsed around in fifth-hand used crappy plastic combat fatigues with obviously fake weapons.
~ Vaughn pretended to be a field agent. AGAIN.
~ Dixon (totally did not, because VAUGHN did) shot Emily...in the shoulder?
And now (seriously not sure how the bloggage got so incredibly long. Sorry!):
~ Sloane ~ Poor Sloane. Sad Sloane. *cries for Sloane*
~ Irina ~ Hot. Hot. Hot. Sexy. Hot. Hot. Drop-dead gorgeous. Hot. Hot. Hot. And weeeeee! Irina/Sloane hand holding!!! Wowser. Hot. Hot. Hot. HOT.
~ Caplan ~ When did Christian Slater fill out? Just asking. Admit it, you really just wanted to cop a feel when you jumped Irina, right? Cuz I totally would have. Sorry, but, genius that you are, you're no Marshall. And the whole gun thing? Uh huh. Suuuuuure. Dude. That pill thing was in your arm and it was huge. You didn't feel any weird bumps at all in your arm? Oh, brother.
~ Mrs. Caplan ~ LOVED the SydSmackdown. YAY!! But then you turned into a slobbering crying sniveling mush. Sigh. Such high hopes for you. Even if I didn't care enough about you to believe or care that you were a Russian agent.
~ Parallels ~ I get it. I'm not stupid. Seriously. I get what's going on between Jack and Irina and Sydney. You didn't have to make up a new family just to rub it in my face.
~ Will ~ DAMN. SEXY! The hair!! The glasses!! The Will!! But poor Will. He's being manipulated and he doesn't even know it. And he'll do anything for Francie. *sniff* Poor poor Will. He's going to so freak when he finds out. Unless he's evil, too, that is.
~ Francie ~ My idol (after Irina). Evil. Really evil. And gets to make out with Will. Still miss RF, though. Sigh. But at least when she's with Will, she's as close to RF without actually being RF. Unless she really is RF, that is. Heh.
~ W/F ~ Hot. Cute. Sexy. Adorable. I don't care if she's evil. They need to get it on more often. In bed. Up against the counter. On the dining room table. Sweaty. And nekkid. And lots of it.
~ Dixon ~ Dude, you shot at Em. You should be worrying about all the shit you're going through. Why do you have to be like everyone else and make it all about that spoiled brat, Syd? For shame, Dixon! Make her apologize to you. If she never got her ass in trouble and if that dufus boyfriend of hers had the balls and skills to rescue her himself, you would never have been dragged back into the CIA, and consquently, never would have been put in the position to shoot Em. Syd's the devil!! Get away from her!!
~ Diane ~ Nooooo!!!! Don't die!! Even your short scenes were way more interesting than Vaughn's. Grrr.
Is there some kind of hit list going around? That anyone who's ever given Syd a smackdown must die?
~ Vaughn ~ Argh. ARGH. ARGGGH. If I were really paying attention to him, I might say he isn't too bad. Sadly (and luckily for my sanity), I'm not, and he still annoys me. Jack definitely needs to just shoot him in his prettyboy-wannabe face. After all, wannabe-field-rated prettyboy desk jockeys are a dime a dozen in the CIA. Someone explain to me how Vaughn can just get up and leave to go to Spain. Aren't there travel forms he needs to fill out first? Get permission? Requisition crap? Fix his hair? Liberally apply anti-wrinkle cream? GRRR.
Oh, damn. DAMMIT. I'm getting a smackdown. From MYSELF, too!!! Crap.
(convo held during Vaughn's boring scenes)
Pooh: You know, you shouldn't do that.
Me: What?
Pooh: Keep ignoring Vaughn like that.
Me: Why not?
Pooh: Look, we all know you were pissed off at the whole Francie thing. And we know you were really pissed off at the whole S/V mauling each other in the middle of SD-6 when all those poor agents were told they've been living the majority of their lives in a huge lie, and he and Alice - his GIRLFRIEND - still hadn't broken up yet so he was technically cheating on her, and Dixon was upset over Sydney - his PARTNER - lying to him about what she knew about SD-6, and Jack - her FATHER - was in the torture room, practically dying while covered in Geiger's Vaseline rub, and..... What was I saying?
Me: That Vaughn's a pissant skeazoid worthy of only my snark, if I bother with him at all.
Pooh: Right. Except maybe it's not too bad.
Me: SHIPPER!!! YOU'RE A DAMN SHIPPER!!!! Fuck off.
Pooh: I am not, but all right already. We all know that you can hold a grudge like no one else.
Me: It's a skill.
Pooh: You're very good at it. But don't you think you should throw the guy a bone? Give him a break?
Me: Never - NEVER - use the words "bone" and "Vaughn" in the same sentence.
Pooh: Just give him a chance.
Me: Hey! I gave him Irina to do whatever he wanted in the VomitFic. He should be worshipping me right now.
Pooh: So what do you want from him?
Me: To diiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!
Pooh: Harsh.
Me: Yeah, well, have you actually watched any of his scenes? YAWN. I'm talking seriously just boring. Lame. Not at all interesting. Five seconds of Sark is more exciting than 30 minutes of Vaughn. Even nekkid. Speaking of that which blinds my eyes....is there chemistry? Because I don't see it.
Pooh: You're just being mean.
Me: Bite me.
Pooh: Could ya at least try not being so cruel to him?
Me: Could he try to be less bland?
Pooh: Dude, that's up to JJ and the writers.
Me: And a fine job they're doing about that. Just give me one ep. ONE ep without Mr. BigForeheadWrinkles.
Pooh: Being mean again.
Me: Because I'm trying to watch the ep on the computer, blog about it, and RDA on TV right now, but you keep interrupting me!!
Pooh: Just try.
Me: Loser.
(goes back to ignoring and dissing ShmoopyVaughn)
Dude. I am seriously f'ed up. Just in case you didn't know it already.
Okay, I'm sorry, but both Pooh and Me decided that the bedroom scene was TOTALLY just...gag. Yes, we're both 5. So big whoop that Vaughn got a drawer. I've got a whole walk-in closet just waiting for Sark whenever he wants to use it. Now THAT's love, baby.
~ Weiss ~ Awww Weiss. Love Weiss. My favorite CIA guy after Jack. He's yummy and funny, two great traits in a guy. Tell me again why Syd is with Vaughn and not with Weiss?
~ Syd ~ Love her. Really, I do. But she needs to just shut the fuck up sometimes. A lot of times. Okay, every time. The sorority girl thing? Big fat wtf-ever. Was she wearing wrapping paper as a skirt???? Like that's not going to look incredibly mental, and the bangs? Uhh.... The cowboy bar? Ugh. This isn't some weird perverted male fantasy, is it? And you'd think after riding that bull, she'd refuse to go back to Vaughn. Just saying. Other than that, this scene just gave me some weird flashback to that scene in that James Bond movie with Minnie Driver singing "Stand By Your Man" in that cowboy getup. But Syd's Russian-accented English? *pukes* Don't mess with the Russian, girlfriend. *smack* Oh, meeting Vaughn in Spain (with the gear he couldn't possibly have gotten his hands on without filling out lots of paperwork, whatever) and kissing him in the alley before your mission? Yeah. I can see this won't be a problem. I mean, they're obviously being totally professional about it. See, this is why there are rules about people who work together not being allowed to fraternize like that. One of these days, it's going to get one or both of them killed.... and I just totally lost what was bad about the point I was going to make.... Oh wait. I've got one more: Syd frees Caplan but leaves her gun on the table where Caplan can reach it (and does). Real good spy-age, dudette. He could have been totally faking the good guy thing, and you'd be dead. Or Vaughn. Sigh. We could only be so lucky.
~ Jack ~ LOVED Jack. Jack ROCKED in this ep. Thank goodness for MORE Jack. He was harsh and cold and bitter and forceful and authoritative. Mmmmm. LOVE me some hotsexypowerfulJack. Don't forget you're the daddy. You can put the smackdown on Syd whenever you want. It's your god-given fatherly rights. :)
"Just because you've gotten comfortable with my daughter, doesn't mean you should be comfortable with me."
BWAHAHAHAHA!! MWAHHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, diss, Vaughn! LMFAO. Have I mentioned how much I love Jack? Lurve him. Lovehimlovehimlovehim. For some reason, I don't think he thinks Vaughn's too competent either, which makes me heart him even more. Jack can definitely have one or two of my drawers if he wants. In fact, I insist. Oh GOD! Jack speaking Russian!! That's it!! Krycek needs to come onto Alias so Jack, Krycek, and Sark can speak Russian together. *THUD*
"Marshall! Please. English." LMAO.
~ Sark ~ EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Leather!Sark!!! *THUD* Leather!Sark reading a...book ("How to Get Laid: 101 Tips for SexySuperSpies"?)? *SWOON* Leather!Sark sharing bits of his background and looking oh so fucking hot and sexy. *DROOL* Okay, some quick things. 22/23? I think not. He's always carried himself much older than that, and hell, he even looks much older than that. HMPH. Sent to school in England at a very young age?!? [refrains from ranting and bitching about what this might mean] Thinking about Sark at boarding school, and NOT Sark as Irina's "son." Bah. But see...if being sent away made him self-reliant and prematurely ambitious, then he can't possibly be Irina's and Jack's. You'd think if he came from that gene pool, self-reliancy and ambition would be hardwired into his genetic code already.
Let's analyze this: "Like anyone, Mr. Caplan, what I want is that which I never had." Sure. He could be talking about "family," or "love," or whatever. But why would anyone in their right mind want to be part of that fucked up Bristow family? And Syd isn't good enough for him, so there's no love there. Power? Everyone wants that, and Sark may have the appearance of some of it, but he certainly doesn't have it. Respect? A normal life? Finish off this one huge job, and be allowed to live his life the way he wants? Dammit. I'm grasping. Someone help me.
LEATHER!SARK!!! All serious and kinda sad and introspective. Wow. Wow. WOW. Wowowowowoooww. *THUD*
Ok, who knows what Sark said to the goon when they heard gunfire out in the hall??
And Sark was totally jogging away from Vaughn. Did dumbass catch up? No. Because he's a tard-o. And um...the sound effects for Vaughn's weapon? Yeah. I've had toy guns sound more real than that. Just nitpicking...
Quick Spec:
I don't think Sark told Caplan that stuff about himself just to rub it in that he could tell him and not worry about it getting out because he was going to kill Caplan anyway. He sounded pretty geniune and as if he really wanted to tell Caplan. Maybe out of sympathy. Maybe knowing how Caplan feels about his family, and what Sark knows about said family. Dude. Whatever. They were having a moment.
It's all in the delivery and the facial expression. When Caplan hears what Sark has to say and concludes that Sark's going to kill him eventually, was it me or did Sark actually look a little...confused? Like wondering why Caplan thought he would kill him. And when Caplan explains that Sark wouldn't have shared those tidbits unless he was going to kill him, Sark looked like he was thinking about it. Not about killing Caplan, but about why Caplan would think that and the idea that revealing info about himself meant he would have to kill Caplan. And Sark didn't even smirk or act smug when he told Caplan to go back to work. More like he was trying to help Caplan. Prod him along to finish his job so Sark wouldn't be forced or ordered to kill him. And of course, Sark can't show or tell Caplan any of that. He has to maintain the appearance of being evil so Caplan would continue to be intimidated by him and the threat of death. Please also note that when he heard the gunfire and commotion outside, he had to know that they were trying to rescue Caplan and possibly take down Sloane, Irina, and himself. Yet, Sark only looked at Caplan and did not kill him. All he did was take the disk. He had to know that with Caplan and the computer he was working on, the CIA would be able to figure out what they were up to.
Anyway.... this is all just to say that I'm thinking Sark isn't totally bad. Oh, and he's also not related to Sydney. Sorry, just thought I'd throw that one in again. :P
And that's all she wrote... Phew!
|| posted by Pooh at 5:34 PM ... ||
Where did Spring go?
A week of mid-60's temperatures and now it's freezing again. Oh, yeah. Did I mention the chance of getting 3" of snow tonight? Bleecccch.
Argh
Ok, I love John Mayer, but if I have to hear "Your Body is Wonderland" (whateverthefuck that means) one more time, I'm going to stick a fork in my eye. This whole weekend, felt like no matter what station I listened to, that song was playing. Ugh. I'm losing it. Definitely.
'Endgame': The Pre-Snark
Watched it last night while half-asleep. Need to watch it one more time before I can fully comment on it, and believe me...there are some scenes where you'll have to reach through the monitor and make me shut up. I think we all know what scene I'm referring to.
Oh, and for the sake of my sanity and to avoid pissing everyone off, I will refrain from responding to certain tags. HRMPH. I think you know who you are.
Return of the giddy
So this Amanda Bynes movie looks cheesy. But mmmmmmm to Colin Firth. Might need to rewatch Darcy In The Lake scenes after I force myself to sit through the squick scenes from 'Endgame.' And no....I'm not referring to that little moment between Sloane/Irina. That was hot. :P
Just curious
Watching 'The Rock' on TV because there's nothing else to do other than sit through more S, V, and S/V crap. I'm just wondering... Um... What happened to Michael Biehn? Dude. We're talking Hicks, Reese, etc. Come on. He was hot. And now?? Okay, yes, he's in that shitty Adventure, Inc show (which I could argue is even worse than Once a Thief, because OAT has Nick Lea and he's really pretty and hot and just reallyprettyhot). That's besides the point. WHAT happened to MB?
|| posted by Pooh at 3:25 PM ... ||
Saturday, March 29, 2003
Just because I'm waiting for the ep to go online, and I'm bored (shocking, I know)....
Taken from Trix (dude, every time I see the tags, I start cracking up lol):
Five details about you...
1. Must drink at least one can of Coke or Pepsi every day. If I don't, I get cranky and then crave sweets for the rest of the day.
2. I'm normally very mellow and laid-back about everything...except when it comes to other people and punctuality. Don't fuck with me on that.
3. I can never tell a simple story in less then a hundred words and without hand gestures, the occasional jumping up and down, or even perverting it. Yet, I'm ultra-shy and way repressed.
4. I had an imaginary friend named Janet the Panet (dude, DON'T ask - it's some weird rhyming thing) until I was 4. Thing 1's name is Janet. She's 2 years younger than me.
5. My head is filled with useless trivia. I can tell you what you said to me in passing a year ago and under what circumstances, but I'll have problems telling you the exact configuration of a simple filter design or other basic electrical engineering concepts without looking them up. Which is why I'm starting to think this engineering thing might be a problem... Heh.
Five details about your appearance right now...
1. Wearing sexy lingerie. Only...not.
2. Hair in ponytail.
3. Old white long-sleeved NU T-shirt.
4. Blue plaid boxers.
5. Contacts -- for the next hour or so.
Five things you did today...
1. Drove back to the parents'.
2. What everyone in Jersey does on the weekend -- went to The Mall. Purchased two pairs of pants (black and khaki), 2 button-downs (white, pale yellow), 1 light green sweater, and a rose T-shirt. Please notice (and congratulate me) that none of the above were of the blue variety. Thank you. Oh, yeah. Also brought 6 books, two of which I'm feeling a bit "eh" about right now. Sigh.
3. Did 3 loads of laundry. I think the fam waits and lets me take care of all that. Grrr.
4. Made dinner.
5. Ironed for an hour.
Yeesh. How incredibly domestic of me! Where's my maid???
|| posted by Pooh at 11:42 PM ... ||
Oh. YEESH!!
My brother has Titney Spears playing on the Winamp.
DUUUUUDE!!!!! I'd rather listen to the clip of DA sounding high and just nasty. (He sounded way hotter with his real voice in that Marshley clip, dammit!)
*ears bleeding*
Here I go, blowing things way out of proportion...again
Just, you know...the first thing that popped into my head after reading the recap of 'Endgame.' I'm positive I'll be eating my words after I actually watch the ep. Maybe. Anyway, this is a nice insight into how the PoohBrain works, right? Jumping to conclusions and crap like that? Admit it, you love me for it.
AGH! The stuff about Sark in the new ep 'Endgame'? Uhhh... This seriously better not lead where I think it will. That would be wrong. Really wrong. And then I'll have to kick "someone's" ass. As for the other characters...eh. We all know I only really watch the show for Sark, Jack, Irina, Will and Francie. :P
Oh wait. I promised Jenai that I wouldn't stress, or freak, or bitch and moan and rant about it. Especially since I'm very good at jumping to conclusions and making things seem a lot worse than they really are (it's a finely honed skill, really). So I'm just going to sit here, looking pretty, and do that thing I hate doing -- wait. Starting......
(seriously, I'll throw a fit)
(I'll be really bitchy and mean for a week, or more)
(it'll be funny and amusing and entertaining - for that's the only reason I exist - but it will not be pretty)
.......now!
*zippers mouth and has now put a ban on typing the words "Sark" and "Sydney" and "sibbage" in the same sentence, unless preceded by the words "are not"*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:37 PM ... ||
I swear, I am such a freak of nature.
The eye twitch is back, only it's a different eye twitch. Instead of it going nonstop under the left eye, it's now migrated over to above the right eye. We're not talking that really insistent twitch that I can only feel every once in awhile. We're talking about every once in awhile, there's major twitchage. The kind where you think your eye is going to pop out.
Okay. So I might be exaggerating a wee bit. But it's still a twitch, dammit!! And the weird part was having Meg tell me she was experiencing the same exact thing. Dude. Creepy.
So I guess everyone should stay away because I'm probably contagious. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:00 PM ... ||
Yay!! Used the car a/c for the first time this year. Woohoo. Dude, it's raining and really humid, which makes it hotter than it should be. Sigh.
I hate shopping. Really, I do. I hate buying clothes because I'm stuck between two sizes, 4-6 and S-M. Grrr. I need to just walk around naked. That would save so me so much trouble. I did, however, accomplish my mission, which was to buy clothes for work that are not blue. Dude, it was hard.
I did make one big boo-boo, though. Stopped off at the bookstore. Um...ended up spending almost as much on books as I did on clothes. Almost. Yeah. Ooops. But I saw this and immediately thought of Jenai. No. I didn't buy it since I'd rather watch the movie, but it was pretty tempting. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:32 PM ... ||
Another very special present for Sark.
Swipe for the description: Perfect Date. She's every guy's Dream Lover. She's 3 feet tall, can hold any cold beverage on the top of her head AND she has NO teeth. Give him one last chance to realize what he'll be missing after the big day.
And finally....
Pooh's last present. But only for her sexy Sark. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 3:18 AM ... ||
Special present. Just. For. Sark.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:49 AM ... ||
Oh man.
*dies laughing*
Tag spamming was just too much tonight. Probably the first and only time Tag actually made me cry (from laughing so hard) and wet myself at the same time. I'm so proud at the number of times the goatse came up, too. Yay!! :)
|| posted by Pooh at 2:47 AM ... ||
Duuuuuude!!! "Undersexed"??? Undersexed???
You know ... a REAL man would come online and say it to my face instead of hiding behind a made up name. And not just any name, Goofball. I can't believe you stole my identity!!! Damn you.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:02 AM ... ||
Friday, March 28, 2003
Dude.
I just watched Rabbit make a couple of roses out of colored sugar paste for the two-layer wedding cake she's baking this weekend.
Yeah.
Ok. That's pretty much all I had to say about that.
Oh, and Trix, what did I ever do to you? I can't believe you would defile my blog with that tag. >:(
|| posted by Pooh at 8:38 PM ... ||
So wrong. But.
Rowr!
PJ got out from behind the anchor desk and was playing on the big map. Mmm.
Did I mention that this is so very wrong of me? Yeah, well.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:37 PM ... ||
Heh.
Friend M is so funny. He seems to think the only thing that will help me overcome my general blahness and exhaustion is sex. Only, he couldn't actually say the word without blushing and stammering and whispering. Sadly, he was not offering, which puts me back at square one when it comes to procuring some of that magic cure. Not that I would have taken him up on it even if he were, but it's the thought that counts, right?
Sigh. Now I'm all bummed. Hmph.
Still trying to decide whether I'm going home for the weekend. Ugh.
*****
Decision is made. Staying around here tonight, going home tomorrow to do stuff. One less night with the 'rents = one more night of sanity for the Pooh. Yay me! Actually made a decision without taking all day.
Duh. Scary and yet kinda laughable. Now ... if Operation Atlas were really "working," you'd think the men wouldn't have been able to climb the bridge in the first place. And dudes? Those NYC bridges are so crappy, they do not need any help. *shudders* And there you have one of Pooh's worse nightmares (ever since watching that video in high school physics of whateverthename of that bridge in the ravine that was ripped apart because the engineers didn't take into account the "wind factor") - being stuck on a crumbling bridge. Ugh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:02 PM ... ||
Darn it. Anderson's on at 2 AM. Grrr. How am I supposed to get my AndersonFix if he's on that late? Sigh.
Things to do this weekend (or at least think about doing, but most likely end up not):
1. Finish that thing for Meg. Maybe.
2. Finish, or at least work on, that thing for Priya. Ha!
3. Mess with the "Jack" thing. Ugh.
4. Post Vaughina. If I feel like it.
5. Look at thesis, laugh at thesis, put it away.
6. Buy more work clothes. Everything I have now is - amazingly and disturbingly - blue. What the heck?
V, if you're reading this ... now that you've been initiated into my crazy blogging world, you should maybe write a Jack 3-D crossover story for me. You're creative like that, and you have nothing better to do, right? Heh. :) Dude? You and I should both get away from college. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:19 AM ... ||
Thursday, March 27, 2003
So ... y'all got that the "running" thing was a joke, right? Because I'm sitting down now and really just can't be bothered to get up again. :P
Dude, seems like everyone decided to leave work early today. Sigh. But still got home way before 6, which is very nice.
The Traffic Rant: Part 56743256
~ NY drivers - Dude, we have highways in Jersey. Drive, dammit.
~ PA drivers - Oy. Oy. Oy.
~ Jersey drivers with Jersey seashore plates - Ok, it's the beach. Lovely. But why would anyone in their right mind want to admit they're from South Jersey?
~ Trucks - There should a a law prohibiting them from being on the roads during rush hour. Grrr.
~ DOT and people who plan roads - Which genius thought it was a good idea to make the main road outside of a major state university be a 10 mile long, 1 lane road that leads into a 2 lane highway which immediately branches to the Turnpike?
Huh. There's a baby crying outside my window. What the heck?
|| posted by Pooh at 6:29 PM ... ||
Sigh.
I guess there's worse things to be used for than my baked goods.
Oops, I think it broke
Worked finished early, but next week.... ugh. Lots of crap to do, but anything's better than pumping those damn catheters again. Only had 6 runs to do, but it took me 4 new caths to finish them. Usually, we just use one over and over again, but they kept breaking. There's nothing more frustrating than finding a hole in your balloon.
Wow. If I get home early, I might actually have time to cook dinner and go running. Leaving right now. Toodles.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:48 PM ... ||
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Dammit, Sark! I'm not learning how to make elaborate sugarless, cardboard cakes. Get Rabbit to.... *Oh!* I see... Your love for me is just a ruse, isn't it? Isn't it?!? You're only using me to get to Rabbit! 
[mutter]Men! Wabbit-wannabes.[/mutter]
Remember, there's only one of you, but there's three Jacks.
Hmm. Sark/Jack/Jack/Jack/Pooh sammich.... *THUD*
Sleep or internet?
Damn. The choice was too easy, and I think it's the "wrong" one. Where is everyone? Meggy, come back!! *sniff*
Bored. Stealing quizzies from one of Rach's gazillion blogs (seriously, why is everyone getting 2, 3, 4 blogs? Is this a conspiracy to keep me online longer, checking all of them? grr :P )
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Holy Prime Directive, you're Robocop!
Well, you're neither colossal, nor technically a robot, but your arthritic lurching and dubious morals have found their way into the hearts of futuristic rebels and children everywhere. You walk through fire, catch bullets from the air, and you never, ever smile. Combine this with an abstract, almost random concept of duty and honour, and you have a police officer one cannot fail to adore.
Heh.
Which chicago Character Are You?
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Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?
this quiz was made by the changelings at Spookbot
Poor Katherine Howard. She was a horny young teenager and Henry was a fat old man with a crusty sore on his leg when he fell in love with her and made her his Queen.
He called her his "Rose Without Thorns", but poor little Katherine fell in love with the sexy rogue Thomas Culpepper and so she was beheaded. So as not to make a mess of things, she had the chopping block brought up to her room so she could practice on it.
The last laugh was Katherine's: standing at the scaffold, she said "I die a Queen but I would rather die the wife of Culpepper." which probably pissed off Henry really good.
LMAO. Learn something new every day.
Huh.
Where'd I put my underpants?
*looks around*
More importantly ... Where's my sexy rogue? Uh, ok. At this point, I'll even take the fat old man. With the crusty sores. *sigh* "Come here, fat old man, come here. Pooh needs a sex slave."
*****
Somehow, I'll find a way to blame this on Trix.
I will mauled by a mob of midgets.
How will you die? Take the Exotic Cause of Death Test
It will be a lesson to all not to pick on someone smaller.
Oh the shame of it!
:(
|| posted by Pooh at 8:25 PM ... ||
Five and a half more hours to go...
*weeps*
aaaaaagggghhhhhh!! I am so sleepy. I didn't even stay up late (not really), but I can barely keep my eyes open - they hurt so much. And I can feel the bags under the eyes. They're drooping. Seriously.
*cries some more*
There is no way I'm staying after 5 today. No. Way.
I got just a tiny little pick-me-up a few minutes ago while I was walking down the hall. Ran into a girl I TA'ed last year who is now co-oping here. At the time, she had asked me to write her a letter of recommendation so she could apply for internships. I'm glad that worked out for her, because I didn't know her well enough to write one. She recognized me first, which was nice. Shhh, don't tell, but I still can't remember her name. Grrr.
Hi, Hi!!
Hi, V! Still feeling special that I let you see the blog? Remember the "no laughing, no snarking" rule? Still applies. Bet it doesn't surprise you that I'm not quite as psycho or obsessive as I was back in college. Or is it the other way around...?
ARGH! There should be a mandatory nap time during work hours.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:45 AM ... ||
Sleep.
Desperately need sleep.
*kicks Wabbit*
And food.
And that really rich would-be husband to come sweep me off my feet.
Yes ... still waiting....
Did I mention I need sleep? I don't think I did. Sleeeeeeeeeeepppppp.
*****
"Checking company email"
Ew.
Trailed this guy through the parking lot to get to the building. He was about half a block ahead of me, but dude. Major cologne-age. I mean ... really gross. Guys, a little goes a long way. Really. Or you know, shower. 'Course, I laughed my ass off (to myself) when he made the turn to get into the main building and either he didn't have his passcard, or his didn't work, and he couldn't get in. I would have let him in, but I'm in the other building and ... you know ... I was, uh, late. Yeah. That's it.
Yes, I'm petty and immature. Whatever.
Back to work....
|| posted by Pooh at 7:52 AM ... ||
Just because everyone else is doing it, doesn't mean I have to
Too bad I already did - according to the dates - in the summer of 2001. Yikes. That was like ... a long time ago, right?
What's up with everyone getting an LJ? No, seriously.
Anyway, I thought I'd try to see if my old one was up. You know, just for shits and giggles. And um ... It is. Heh. Apparently, I was a very, very, very (very, very very veryveryveryveryvery) bitter and angry person back then. Thank goodness I mellowed out, huh? *pats self on back*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:10 AM ... ||
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Today sucked. Had a 4 hour safety training session at 8 AM!!!! Bleeech. Then pumped caths all day. Woohoo. Go me. Pretty sure I'm learning some really great, useful skill doing that. Erm...
But now... 11:00 - 12:00
JACK's on!!! No ... not that Jack. Uhh ... not that Jack, either. You know ... Jaaaack. 24Jack, where the 24 is the number of hours in a day, and not the number of hours Jack... Umm... crap. There are young 'uns around, aren't there? :P
~ First let me just say one thing: Mason is so not dead. Mason lives. Dammit. He does!!! *cries* Come back, Mason....come back! Okay, he's dead, but can we at least get Nina back? Pleeeaaaase?
~ Tony's the big boss man now. Kick ass, Tony.
~ Is it Carrie? Is it Michelle? Who's the CTU bad girl this season? *using those speccing skills from Alias* Maybe they're really working together and are only acting like they're at odds with each other to throw off Tony's suspicions. Or maybe they should just both jump Tony and get it over with. Weee!
~ Dammit. I need to pay attention.
~ Poor Syed. Ouch. :(
~ Whoa. Did Tony just tell Jack off? Um, hello? That's Jack, dude. Was it me, or was there like serious tension there? Maybe some pent-up, repressed Jack/Tony HoYay?
~ Dude, someone just kill off Kim already. Every guy she meets wants to lock themselves in a room with her. What. The. Fuck. And dude? Where's her really cute boyfriend from the first few eps? *looks around*
~ Is it me, or is Michelle wearing the same colors Nina did last season? *scratches head* Where did that come from? Stupid PoohHead.
~ Jump him, Kate!!!!! Dammit, JUMP him!!! Grrrr. No good, non-seducing, non-jumping stupid woman. Argh. He even used The Velvety Voice O' Sex on you!! And what did you do?!? You just smiled. Dude, if you were human, you would have jumped him and put that smile on his face. Dammit. You don't deserve a Jack. *pushes Kate out of the way and finishes what she never started*
~ Ok, Auda didn't succumb to the Kiefer, either. *confused* Is this some bizarro world? WTF is going on here?!?
*flips channels quickly*
Must turn to *gag* the WB *gag gag* to catch the X2 preview. EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*flips back*
ACK! Commercials??
Damn. I missed some '24.' :(
~ Kim. Is. Useless.
~ Carrie, you fricking kiss-up. Jack just wants to take Kate away for a little sumptin' sumptin'. Oh, wait. Tony wants to join. Well, that's okay then....
Tony: Jack! Jaaack!! (Take me, too!!!)
See?
*****
Ugh. This guy from school who's also interning at Ethicon, was badmouthing Peter right before I left. *punches stupid boy* I would have defended Peter, but the best argument I could come up with was "Dude? Who cares? It's Peter. He's hot." Yeah. Didn't think that one would go over too well. He's lucky he didn't say anything about Ted, too. I would have so had his ass. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:06 PM ... ||
Monday, March 24, 2003
Before anyone questions my sanity -- yes, I am watching Oprah. But it's not my fault. It was just...on.
I'm not even paying attention to it, except that she's got Celine Dion on, and dude? That lady is cracked. up. She's got like a hundred TVs in her house, and every single one of them is tuned to the camera in her son's room. Okay, so that might be considered good parenting. But uh...it's like a computer program thing, and she can do all sorts of zooms and angles with it. Hmmm. What ever happened to the plain ol' baby monitor? And her "dressing room" at her new LV show? It's a mini version of her real house, complete with dining room, living room, studies, etc. And when I say "mini version," I mean it's bigger than my parents' house, and we've got a nice sized house. Uh. Dude. That is just messed up. People with ridiculous amounts of money just suck. SUCK, I tell ya!
|| posted by Pooh at 4:24 PM ... ||
It's so beautiful outside. On my way to lab (yes, I walked and did not drive my lazyass down the street), I was thinking today would be a great day to start running. Then I saw four guys (eh...not my type) jogging past me, and thought: I'm done. Because really ... it's not about actually doing it. Just thinking about doing it and mentally doing it with those guys is enough. Right? I mean, it's basically the same thing.
Isn't it? Isn't it? ISN'T IT??
Crap. It's probably not. Oh well, guess this means I'll start my exercise regimen ... tomorrow. Yeah.
*****
Rabbit was already out of the apartment by the time I was ready to leave for lab. But the silly girl left a tray of candy forget-me-nots on the coffee table (I'm still trying to imagine what 100 of those would look like).
If I were a really evil person....
Well, I'm not. So stop cackling.
Oh. Sorry. That's me. Oops.
*****
Good God! These f'ing undergrads. There's 2 groups of 2 who are doing a senior design with my advisor and friend M has been roped into helping them a little. But all they do is whine and subtly beg you to tell them everything. For example: one girl called me at work to tell her how to use a data acquisition program, and then how to find all the measurements she needs, then how to use those measurements to do certain calculations.
The hell?
And when I told tried to give her hints about how to get the info and then how to maybe manipulate them, she started tearing up about how she doesn't understand and doesn't know how to do all that stuff. DUDE! For my research, if I didn't know, I just messed around with the software until I figured out how to do it, or came to the conclusion that it was a software limitation. Did the tard want to even spend a few minutes trying to figure it out herself? NO. She just kept complaining about how their senior design was due in a month and they had nothing. Um...sorry to sound callous and all (even though her call gratefully kept me from actually working at work), but there's a reason why it's called a senior design project and not Pooh's Thesis Research or even Graduate Design Project. Dammit.
And now, friend M wanted me to look at the software because the program won't let them take two inputs, which I know for a fact that it used to do before. What's the problem? Apparently, M asked The JackAss In Pooh's Lab Who Thinks He's A Frelling Computer Know-It-All But Really Knows Shit About Electronics how to set up the 2-channel input. That was his first mistake. The second was actually letting TJIPLWTHAFCKBRKSAE touch the computer. I could have told M that all that guy would do was mess around, not really help, and probably leave it worse off. I mean, we are talking about a 30-something year old man who couldn't even grasp the concept of a computer reboot or resetting the printer when he couldn't print something off his computer.
So now? Yeah. The computer doesn't even recognize the datapack. WHICH FUCKING SUCKS!! Because I NEED THAT FOR MY RESEARCH!!! Great, another reason for me to continue to slack off. Shit.
And That Guy hasn't shown up all day, probably knowing that he totally fucked everything up. When he does come in, I know exactly what his reaction will be. It'll be a two-part act. The first: he'll pretend like he doesn't know what the hell you're talking about and act as if he played no part in it. "Oh? What is it? The computer?" The second: he'll start to do his chuckle/giggle (yes, he does, in fact, giggle!!!) and then ignore you. "Oh. Ha ha ha." Then sit down at a working computer and do his own shit.
Fuck. That.
I won't even get into the last computer he tried to mess with. That computer ended up being decommissioned for a semester because it would no longer boot up.
Dammit.
Now I'm all in a pissy mood.
Gotta find a way to blow off this steam.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Grrrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:41 PM ... ||
Good morning, Jack ... and Jack ... and Jack. Hope you like your new home, because Sark is enjoying his new place in my life. From the top of the old blog to Pooh's bed. Weeee!! This is good, because PoohBear got left alone last night. And now I will stop because this entry is starting to be wrong on so many levels. Again. Heh.
Color me impressed, and extremely jealous
Rabbit must have been making her most brilliant creation last night because she has a hundred of those frosting bags sitting around on the kitchen counter. Not only that, but she's got a tray ... a special tray ... that holds little containers of coloring and about twenty of those metal frosting tips, each one with a different pattern. Dude, it was amazing. Why don't I have toys like that? Hmph. I was already way impressed, and then I saw the note tacked on the fridge:
Dear Roomies,
Sorry about the noise last night. (Yeah, not THAT noise, pervs) I was making a wedding cake (Uhhh...Sark? I thought we were going to tell anyone until next month) that needed a hundred not-forget me flowers (ok, that was cute. yes, when Rabbit's not annoying, she can be adorable sometimes). I don't have time to make them next week, so I had to stay up and make them last night. Sorry. Good morning!
Rabbit (except NOT, because she doesn't know that's her name)
You know...I want to see this cake. 100 forget-me-nots? *jaw drops* This cake must be huge. Wonder if she'll make one for us (Pooh and Sark, or one of the Jacks - I'm not picky). :P
Ouch. Just burned my tongue with hot coffee. :(
QUICK ADD:
Rabbit's back, and she's doing stuff in the kitchen. But darnit, I need to to make my appearance at the lab so I'll at least feel like I'm making progress towards graduation. Besides, haven't been to lab for a week and a half. Oy.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:34 AM ... ||
Sunday, March 23, 2003
I promised a new look tonight, and I just made it with 15 minutes to go. Woohoo!!
In honor of all my favorite Jacks, lifetakers and heartbreakers. Saving the world one episode at a time while at their snarky and sexy best. Rowr, baby!
Damn. I miss Sark already. :(
But change is good, right? Uh...RIGHT?? Dammit.
Thanks, Meg, for being my graphics-ho once more. Love ya, babe. :-*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:50 PM ... ||
This is my family: We get all pissed off at each other, make each other cry and yell some more, then cool off. Sis wasn't around when I arrived home to pick her up. Mom tried to feed me, then when I was slacking in front of the TV waiting for Thing2 to get her ass home, she started showering me with kisses. Dude. GROSS. I am NOT 2 years old anymore. Ptooey! Besides, I'm supposed to be mad at her, dammit! Hmph.
Working on the new blog look. Should have it up sometime tonight. Yay!!! It's going to be sooo hard letting go of The Sark, so be prepared for the return of this particular look sometime in the future. :)
Oh, and the Bring The Sexy: Nick Lea on Alias campaign now has 2 members: Pooh and Meg. Go us. Seriously. He could play good or bad or both. He can do the accent thing. He can play with only one arm (not supposed to be dirty, really). You can even ship him with anyone. Krycek/Sydney (dude!), Krycek/EF (dude!), Krycek/Irina (DUDE!), Krycek/Sark (rrrrrrrowr!), Krycek/Jack (daaamn). Uh...I'm not going to say Krycek/Vaughn because that will be way too much like Krycek/Mulder, and Vaughn being a buttboy goes without saying. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 3:40 PM ... ||
Dude. Crappiest show ever? 'Once a Thief'
But Krycek? *drools* That voice! The looks! The sexy!! The acting and the comedic timing. ROWR!!
Oh, did I mention the sexy? *fans self* I'll admit it. After Mulder's non-action bored the hell out of me after the first three seasons of X-Files, I was soooo rooting for some Scully/Krycek action. And you know, he's got the Russian thing down. *squees*
Pooh's starting the campaign to Bring Nick Lea onto Alias!!!! Oh man, I'm getting all warm and gooey now. Nick as a KGB officer? Working with Sark and Irina? Holy melting hotness, Batman!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:24 PM ... ||
Uh ... maybe we should stop talking about The Show That Shows Just How Old We All Are now. It was mega-cheesy to begin with, and now I'm embarrassed that I even posted the lyrics to the theme (SHUT UP, Jenai!!! I mean it. Stop laughing. Now.) :P
Thanks for the hugs, Robin. I pretty much compartmentalized it from the regular, non-angsty, fluffy Me this weekend, but definitely going to need them when I go home today to pick up Thing2. Speaking of the bugger ... Thing2 just called on the phone. Seriously. This phone invention with its instant communication capabilities ... it really has to go. Snail mail. Yes ... snail mail should probably be the interaction of choice for my family right now. ;)
Working on GrossYuckyPukeyFic today, playing with the new blog layout, getting ready for the Oscars, and trying to squash the ReallyReallyReallyNastyVomitious I/V smutfic bunnies (yeah, I know. *shudder*). So basically, I'm slacking off like I usually do. Good times. :D
|| posted by Pooh at 10:25 AM ... ||
OMG!!!
G.I. Joe on Cartoon Network!!! Dude. Duuuuude!!!
*in heaven*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:06 AM ... ||
Christopher Walken cmsu. I think it's the hair. LOL. Meg understands. Champagne, Meggy? ;)
And yes, Jenai, the Pooh knows the lyrics to the California Dreams theme song. And yes, there's more than one verse to it. And yes, she sat through both of today's episodes, AND remembered them from the first time they ran. So. There. :P
BTW, Wabbit's over. Just heard him hacking up a lung in the shower. Naaaaaaasty. I'm happy to inform the general public that the headphones are within an arm's reach. Go Pooh.
Dude. Colin Firth. Duuuuuude. Pooh just wants to run her hands through Darcy's hair. *thud*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:07 AM ... ||
Saturday, March 22, 2003
You know you wanted to know
Surf dudes with attitudes
Kinda groovy
Laid back moods
Sky above, sand below
Good vibrations
Feelin´ mellow
Don´t give it up
Don´t wanna stop
Don´t wake me up
Don´t wake me up if I´m dreamin´
California dreams
Just let me lay here in the sun
Until my dream is done
-- 'California Dreams' Theme Song
BaBoom!! :P
Woohoo!! Went to gas up the car and stopped by the supermarket to replenish the ice cream stock. Gotta love comfort food. Mmmm...ice cream. And dude. They had packages of pre-made Jello cubes. Seriously, how lazy can we get? At least they had blue. (Sorry, an SG-1 thing) :)
|| posted by Pooh at 5:38 PM ... ||
I'm watching 'California Dreams.' Yes, it's back. Shoot me. Shoot me now. Guess it's still better than watching Power Rangers. Gah. Hate Saturday morning crappy teen shows.
And the VaughnResearch is making me nutso! Anyone remember this blast from the past?
VAUGHN: Listen, this may not mean anything to you. This may not be something you can understand or appreciate, but we have rules. Very clear and important rules that govern the relationship between a handler and his asset.
Laughing.
My.
Fucking.
Ass.
Off.
When did Vaughn become the comic relief on the show? Seriously.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:17 PM ... ||
Just a quick thank you to Twin, MeggyBear, Jenai, and Riane for the hugs. And thanks for the NekkidSloanage from Jenai. Still trying to get PirateTed from Trix.
You'd think I'm the only one in the world going through something like this. Sigh. Okay, not thinking about it anymore. Not thinking about it anymore. Not thinking about it anymore. Now ... if only I can get past the puffy squinty-vision.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:24 AM ... ||
*WARNING* Not for everyone....
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It started off great, then sucked more than Vaughn's "emoting" (seriously, how does one "emote" with only one expression? a constipated, wrinkled look, too?), and ended with me running like a little baby
I think I broke.
Everything just got really bad, nothing worse than even the "worse" times I can think of off the top of my head, but I think I finally broke. Just got into the car (and after an hour of crying on the cell while sitting in the car), drove back to school in the middle of the night. I think the Mom disowned me for that stunt. Semi-joking aside (everyone in my family is a hardcore, stubborn, bad-tempered when really provoked, bitch ... so only 30% sure she'd actually kick me out if I went back tomorrow or Sunday), I'm too pissed off to care. Well, pissed off and really scared. In the History of Families, what I'm going through is nothing new. Far from it. But I just want to kick someone or hurt someone ... anyone ... because there's that whole "it's not supposed to happen to us!!!" thing going on.
I'm the kind of person that takes all those lovely worries, stresses, doubts, feelings, and emotional crap, puts it in a pretty bottle, plugs up all the holes with KrazySnarkyGlue, slaps a Snark label on it, and then buries it under 20 feet of concrete. Blogging about Real Life stuff is hard, but cathartic in a way because I don't need to worry about putting up a certain front for people, and everyone I've actually talked to has managed to make me cry tonight.
So ... anyone who is uncomfortable with just a tiny *glimpse* into my crappy life right now (and I do mean "glimpse" ... the bottle, you know...), should look away now. Thank you.
My parents haven't really talked to each other in months. I mean, *talk,* and it all has to do with things that I'd much rather just chalk up to mid-life crises and that pre-menopausal thing. Who knows? Maybe it really does have to do with those things, at least a little. What I hate most is that they love putting the kids in the middle. Which reminds me. I'm never planning on having kids ever, because I don't to subject them to the possibility of having to go through that kind of shit. (Seeing how I'm still single, this probably isn't something I need to worry about -- but there I go, being all defense-mechanismy, which I should really stop doing). We've learned to pretty much live with it, but tonight was just horrible. The Mom insisted on having a girl gathering so she could "talk" to us. I love my mom, but in her fucked up world, "talking" means rehashing her same old argument (she's right; he's wrong; when in fact, if we ignore initiation, they're both wrong, but for different reasons) and wanting us (the girls) to "solve" it for her. You'd think discussion would be good, but the thing is ... she DOESN'T LISTEN. Not to us. Not to anyone. Unless you're saying exactly what she wants to hear. And I'm sorry, no matter how much I love her, I just can't do that. I can't live my fucking life dealing with that kind of neediness, even if she is my mother. Is it selfish of me to think that while she's bitching at us for being too selfish to help her "solve" my dad, she should just leave us alone and actually *talk* to him?!? If it is, then fine. I don't care. I'll play the whiny, spoiled brat.
Of course, I'm over-simplifying, but in the end, I just snapped. And left. And got "disowned," which she has threatened me with before, but then again, I've never actually just got up and left in the middle of the night because of all the shit that was happening. So I get in the car, and Thing 1 calls me from her apartment, which gets me crying for about 40 minutes. Then I call Thing 2's cell and ask if she wants to stay at my place until the undergrad dorms re-open on Sunday. She declined, but then got me crying for another 30 minutes because I could hear all the shit happening in the background through her cell. The PoohBro was really upset, and I would have offered to take him back with me, but he's got things he has to do tomorrow. So yeah ... little selfish bratty me just drove off - something I don't recommend after crying for over an hour. I was so distracted that I didn't even realize that I was nowhere near even the speed limit. Me. The girl who's constantly way over the limit ... not even hitting the 55 on a 65 mph road! (Shit. Was that defense mechanism self-snark?)
I'm just sick of it. Yes, that may be a little selfish, and I know things don't miraculously return to normal, but if they both weren't such damn asses... I'm not at the point where I want eveyrone to just get the fucking divorce, but I could be, and that scares me. This is my family, after all, and I don't ever really want to feel that way.
And I need to stop blogging about it right now because the waterworks just broke again. I was doing so well, too. Shit.
Anyway ... I don't think I can handle going back tomorrow. At least not until much much much later in the day. After I sleep off the puffy eyes and the urge to pull my hair out. So ... yeah ... just as a warning, two things will happen now. The first thing is that this blog will go back to being the entertaining fluff that it usually is. The second thing is that while I'm usually on AIM or MSN or whatever, I'll probably be less ... responsive. Or as Rhien puts it: less bouncy. I just don't want to think anymore, and good snark requires thinking, which hurts.
Sorry about the personal crap, but for the sake of my mental health, I just needed to get some of that crap out of my head without having the recipient - in the this case, Blogger - ask me "what happened" and me breaking again.
Okay, now that I've depressed myself (and probably everyone else), I'll end with something fluffy. Got back to my room around midnight. Found a guitar catalog on the dining room table. The only person musically inclined in this apartment is (well, if you don't count my few years of dicking around on the piano and flute) ... you guessed it ... Rabbit. Dear God. If Rabbit buys a guitar and she and Wabbit start their own band in her room, I swear I'm going to kill myself.
Oh wait. To further depress everyone again ... I might be blogging less about the RWabbits from now on. They've been keeping pretty quiet, and I've just been way too busy to really notice them anymore. Plus, even though they amuse me greatly, they're pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things going on in my crappy life. Bummer, I know.
Now, seriously. No more thinking. Just more staring at Peter and waiting for Ted to check in.
And because I must end with a snark, no matter how weak....
Tomorrow is going to be my Mental Health Day, if only for a few hours. If I were still in the GG fandom, I'd probably be inspired to write one of those shmaltzy, angsty, evil Trory fics right now. Instead, I'm going to stop thinking, break out the VomitFic, watch some Vaughn scenes for research, and console myself with the fact that at least one thing/person sucks way more than my family.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:39 AM ... ||
Friday, March 21, 2003
Look! I got the result that OBO wanted:
You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped of
exaggerations, Your real life was as dramatic
and as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to an
ancient and noble house, you were married
(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiress
for money, caused scandals with prostitutes and
with your sister-in-law, thus enraging your
mother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under a
lettre de cachet for 14 years until the
Revolution freed you. Amphibian, protean,
charming, you became a Revolutionary,
miraculously escaping the guillotine during the
Terror, only to be arrested later for
publishing your erotic novels. You spent your
final 12 years in the insane asylum at
Charenton, where you caused another scandal by
directing plays using inmates and professional
actors. You died there in 1814, virtually in
the arms of your teenage mistress.
You are a revolutionary deviant. I applaud you.
Which Imfamous criminal are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
La la la. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 9:22 PM ... ||
Yay! Peter and Ted are on!!
I don't know what it is. I'm a simple gal. If Ted's checking in, and he sounds okay, then everything else is a-ok. :) [Random: Ted said "fertility," making me want to have babies. Hey!! Trix was all hot last night because Peter said "abreast." And you know...Amy thinks Ted looks hot in combat gear, so we're not totally f'ed up. Unless we all are. :P]
Oh, I'm going straight to hell
Just wanted to add: Peter's not wearing a jacket. You know, he looks really good in blue. Maybe he should stand outside, nekkid, and report the news. Might make me feel a little better about this whole stupid thing. And yes. I am now going to go kick and yell at myself for being so totally callous and selfish during this awful time. Must remember that a NekkidPeter will NOT end the war, stop people from killing each other and dying, or bring the troops home sooner. Sigh. [Must remember to float that idea by ABCNews after this is all over for a sweeps stunt. Dude. Soaring ratings, I'm telling ya.]
Amy, it was fun sharing the PJ/TK love this afternoon. So wrong. So very, very wrong. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 2:35 PM ... ||
As much as I hate war, there's just something about being able to spend my mornings, afternoons, and nights with Peter Jennings. Hehe. :P
Dude, where's Ted? :(
Don't want to get political, but is it wrong that every time I see Bush on TV, I get itchy? Like major nasty rash kind of itchy? Sigh.
Dammit. Where's Peter?!? And Ted?!? Hmm. Wonder if Anderson will be on anytime...
Is it wrong that I'm using the war as an excuse to get my hottie news anchors/reporters fix? *hangs head in shame* I am such a bad person... :(
|| posted by Pooh at 1:37 PM ... ||
It's Spring!!
Mid-60's all weekend. Woohoo!! Time to go shopping. For some reason, I never have any spring clothes, just lots of sweaters and winter clothes. Wonder what that says about me? That I'm a cold cold cold person? Hmm. Heh.
Stupid school
All week, the internet connection has been screwy. Hey, just because the undergrads are away for spring break doesn't mean they get to slack off on keeping this place running. Dumbasses.
Quizzies
Stolen from Trix, who seems to have gone quizzie crazy.
Water Goddess. You like peace and serenity and are
usually content with life.
What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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What Is Your Animal Personality?
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Clarissa Explains it All. Little brothers piss you
off and your best friend climbs up a ladder...
But of course that's not weird to you because
you're Clarissa Darling
What's Your 90's Nickelodeon Show?
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fucked.
what fucked version of hello kittie are you?
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Oy.
Aeryn Sun - as a peacekeeper you have a true
warriors spirit but are often soft-hearted
towards your friends. You are also fiercly
loyal.
Which Farscape character are you?
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Only seen maybe one or two eps of this show, but this sounds good. :)
Heh. I like the part where I'm "way cool." *snicker* So this thing about having too many people liking me and not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings, I guess, by actually picking one person ... is that why I'm still single? Pshaw.
You'll probably love eneri.net.
Which Koi Variety Are You?
Damn straight!!
All righty. Off to find some grub and then maybe home for the weekend. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:43 AM ... ||
Thursday, March 20, 2003
Pooh sends out good vibes and thoughts and the wish for the safe return of our troops overseas. She especially wants to send good thoughts and prayers to good friend, C's, father. C-Dad is stationed at Ali Al Salem Air Base, which may have been bombed last night. He's fine, and apparently made it sound like it wasn't too serious. C and C-Mom are worried, of course, as is Pooh. But Pooh will refrain from saying anything about how stupid and awful this whole affair is.
Blah.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:37 PM ... ||
Taking break from Minitab tutorial (*yawn* and *wtf*) to do some surveys. Pilfered from Karen and Amy:
A - Age: 25 (damn that quarter of a century thing)
B - Best Quality: Tied between the generally laid-back 'tude and the wit (oh, yeah, got some of that).
C - Choice of Meat: Man. But I'll take steak.
D - Date: Thursday, March 20, 2003
E - Ex (most recent): Ex-what? I don't even remember the last time I had an "ex" something or other. Oh wait. There was the "fiance" my senior year of college. That lasted all of maybe a month, and I gleefully cheated on him with Nieder, Krycek, Darcy, and various other boyfriends. He said in ten years, I would realize that he was "the best thing to ever happen to me," and now that I'm old and alone and heading straight into spinsterhood, I'm starting to agree. LOL. Damn him. (Except he went into the Navy because he wanted to work on subs. Lost touch with him. Hoping he's okay.)
F - Favorite Food: Pizza.
G - Greatest Accomplishment: Hopefully getting my Masters and finding a full-time job. Hey...baby steps.
H - Happiest Day of Your Life: Should be wedding and birth of first child - when it actually happens, if ever - but right now, any day I'm with family and friends and we don't end up pissing each other off.
I - Internal Conflicts: Way too many to get into, a result of bottling up almost eveything.
J - Jail Time: Nope, I'm clean. Unless driving into bustops is criminal. Oops.
K - Kool-Aid: Um ... not so much.
L - Love: Is a many splendored thing. (WTF does that mean anyway?) All you need is love. Love lift us up where we belong. (And crap! I'm going to start channeling Moulin Rouge now! GAH!)
M - Most Valued Thing I Own: Gold charm bracelet given to me when I was very little by my grandmother, who passed away my senior year of college. Sadly, the PoohMom has secured it away in the safety deposit box so I won't lose it.
N - Name: Pooh.
O - Outfit You Love: For public - jeans and shirt/sweater and black loafers. For home (alone) - swishypants/PJ bottoms/boxers and T-shirt and socks.
P - Pizza Toppings: Cheese; pepperoni; pineapple and ham/bacon; chicken and jalapenos - not all at the same time.
Q - Question You Want To Ask: If I can't be Mistress of the Universe, can I at least rule the world?
R - Road Trip: Best ones - Chicago to Toronto with 3 so-so friends and getting stopped at the border on the way into Canada; Chicago to Jersey with good friend to surprise the fam for Thanksgiving. Want to take more.
S - Sport To Watch: HOCKEY!!! And none of that crappy kind of hockey (ie. Flyers or Rangers) :P
T - Television Show: Currently on-air - Alias, Stargate SG-1, 24, West Wing.
U - Unique Habit: Um... *blushes* I smush hamburgers right before I eat them. Not any kind of hamburgers, just the regular, plain ol' meat and bun kinds - the ones you really don't need to smush at all (or Big Macs). I don't smush any other types of hamburgers, even the ones with loads of crap in it, which is really strange. Habit from when I was really young and could never get my mouth open wide enough (for the hamburger, shaddup). So now...it's automatic. Open wrapper. Place hand on top quickly. Smush gently. I've caught myself doing it so many times, it's embarrassing. This would explain why I don't eat those plain burgers anymore.
V - Voice: Soft, low, husky, seductive ... Ermmm....Yeah! That's it.
W - Winter: Pretty, as long as I don't have to shovel. But I get cold very easily, which isn't so great.
X - X-ray: Mostly dental. Haven't broken any bones yet. *knocks on wood*
Y - Your Name If You'd Been Born The Opposite Sex: No clue, but PoohDad did want to call PoohBro "Raymond" before Pooh stepped in and said "no fucking way." And there you have the really short version of how PoohBro got his name. If things had been different, EGADS! Pooh might be "Raymond" right now. Ugh. She'd rather be PoohNog.
Z - Zodiac Sign: Cancer (I've been told in more ways than one).
Grrr!!! Ended up running into that guy I was trying to avoid at work. At lunch. Then he made me sit with him and his friend. Dude, all my friends who've interned there, have told me the same stories about this happening to them. So I guess it's my turn now. Sigh. Anyway ... he introduced me to his friend as "The Obnoxious One." Hey! WTF? Just because I asked him if that was his regular lunch time so I could schedule my lunches earlier? Heh. Whatever. He likes when I'm all snarky to him.
Which brings me to some really biased opinions. Friend V emailed me again, and I did my whole spiel about stressing over everyone hating me and not wanting me to stick around for an extra 6 months after my initial contract is up. V said it's impossible that anyone would hate me since I'm so likeable. Uh....I've got 50 bucks here for anyone who can prove him wrong. Seriously. It's okay. My ego can handle it. I just want to rub it in his face that he can be wrong about things. Yeah...he's one of those guys. *rollseyes*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:18 AM ... ||
*Fun* stuff today.
Training on medical waste management ... Yum.
Minitab tutorial ... Excellent.
Lunch ... Cannot. Wait.
Data analysis and possible further testing ... Dammit.
*******
Not so much med waste. More like hazardous waste disposal. Lovely. The trainer dude was kinda cute. And young. But he called his team Industrial Health Engineers, and that just sounds like pontification, dude. Besides, he made jokes, but who really wants to be around someone who will anally watch what you do with your garbage? Ick.
Yay!! LOTS more repeat testing. Yep. I'm the girl that pumps catheters all day long. And that's not supposed to sound dirty. At all.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:15 AM ... ||
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Doing something productive with extra time at work.
Stolen from Trix and Jo:
Do you like having your picture taken?
Oh, God. No. Like...no. I'd rather be the one behind the camera.
If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go and why?
Right now, anywhere but Jersey. Probably Seattle, because all my really good friends have migrated there.
Have you ever done crossword puzzles?
Love crossword puzzles!
Pick up the closest book and write a sentence at random from it:
Okay, entirely at random. Like, close my eyes, flip to a page and point to a sentence, random. "Fair warning, you punks! Obstruction of normal operating procedures at an international airport constitutes a felony, and that includes the toilets!" -- The Parsifal Mosaic, Robert Ludlum.
Do the same with a lyric from either a cd or the radio:
Pretty much my state of mind every morning...
I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind
-- "Unwell," Matchbox Twenty
Have you ever tried to analyze your own dreams?
Oh, yeah. I'm pretty sure most of it is sexual in nature. I'm repressed, ya know. :P
Can you sing?
Define "sing." In my head, I sound pretty good, but I doubt everyone else is hearing the same thing I am.
Do you ever sing to yourself while doing everyday tasks?
Sure, why not. I've taken up singing in the lab because I'm always alone.
What's your favorite color of post-it note?
Good ol' yellow.
Have you ever lied to get off the phone or out of talking to someone online?
Oh, yeah. "I gotta go ... I was just on my way out ... Holy shit! Is that my house on fire?"
Is your VCR flashing 12:00 all the time?
Please. I'd kill myself.
Do you read your horoscope?
Only when bored and the paper's right in front of me.
Would you rather chew gum or use mouthwash and why?
Mouthwash, even though I hate mouthwash. Chewing gum just makes your breath smell like gum, and the minty ones are nasty when mixed with halitosis. Not that I have that.
How many times a year about are you sick?
Real sick, or faking it? I think I'm a hypochondriac. Not to be confused with my klepto and nympho issues.
Ever been in an airplane?
Oh yeah. Plenty of times. O'Hare and Newark were my homes away from home when I was an undergrad.
What radio station do you listen to most?
Regular, boring, Top 40 stations. Unless I'm in my "old lady" mood and tuned to Lite. Eeek.
Do you know how to play dominoes?
You mean you don't just line them up and watch them fall?
What color are your eyes?
Dark brown. Booooring.
Name one person your life is made better by.
The imaginary boyfriend. He keeps me sane at work.
Can you do math with ease?
Oh, yeah. I do advanced calculus in my head when my calculator is broken.
Are you a vegetarian?
No. Uh...no. Carnivore all the way through.
How about an aspiring actor/actress?
Only in those videos I've hidden away because I was young and foolish and desperately needed the money.
Which movie can you watch and say the lines along with the actors?
Off the top of my head? The Princess Bride and The Cutting Edge. There's more, but we'd be here for awhile.
Name one of your passions in life.
:-X and obsessing.
What's your least favorite time of day?
Early evening. Too late to do "day" things; too early to do "night" things.
What color is the inside of your head when you close your eyes?
Orangey-reddish-yellow.
Ever listen to classical music?
Sometimes.
Have you ever said 'lol' in real life without thinking about it?
Not quite that pathetic yet. Although, I have thought "lol" a couple of times.
What is the best present you've ever given someone else?
All my presents are good. I'm a very generous gift-giver, money be damned. Probably the hockey jersey and autographed Scotty Niedermayer stick I got my bro (um, stick has been repossessed and currently under my bed at home so I can say that I'm sleeping on Scotty. Heh).
What is the best present someone else has ever given to you?
If I can't think of one off the top of my head, does that mean I've never gotten a "best present"? Maybe the huge PoohBear the sibs got me. Pooh and PoohBear have been through a lot together through the years.
Do you wear a watch?
Nekkid without it. Seriously go insane if I forget it in the morning.
Write one sentence stating what you want people to say about you after you've passed on.
Huh? This question doesn't compute. I'm going to live forever. And if not, then something along the lines of Pooh having finally figured out what she wanted to do with her life before the passing.
Describe the ideal superpower and what you would do if you had it.
Telepathy. No...teleportation. No...telekinesis. No...invisibility. Um, yeah. One of those. What do you think I would do with it? Spy on people, der. Oh, and maybe save the world.
Name something you've done in the last 24 hours no matter how big or small.
Peed. Dude, you have NO idea how long I had been holding it. Yeah...too much info? Well, you're at this blog, so you should be used to it. :P
Do you wear necklaces, bracelets, anklets, earrings, rings?
Watch. Silver ring I play with constantly. Earrings and jade necklace PoohMom gave me, which I never take off.
What's on your computer desk?
Monitor, speakers, mouse, keyboard, CD player, headphones, stack of music cds, stack of CD-Rs, pile of VHS tapes, Ethicon orientation binder, little shelf unit, VCR, TV and VCR remotes, bag of chocolate & creme Creme Savers, cell, Mini-Booj, two novels, can of Pepsi, bunch of floppy disks and zip disks, stack of notes, pad of paper, post-its with various memos, nail clipper, keychain, pens.
See...much shorter list than Trix's.
When you're talking do you ever use your hands to do quotation marks in the air when saying certain words?
Only when I'm being extra snarky.
Do you think you're pretty?
This is something I'd rather not get into unless you're my therapist.
What's in your fridge right now?
Well, on MY side of the fridge: couple of Coke cans, ketchup, mustard, cheese, various lunch meat, bagels, carton of eggs, container of grape tomatoes, bag of carrots, onions, lemons, leftovers, spaghetti sauce, clove of garlic, tub of Country Crock, jar of pickles, two green peppers, thawing chicken breasts.
Don't look in the freezer!!
How many people do you live with?
Three, unless Wabbit's over: Rabbit, ScaryRoomie, BananaCup (yeah, that's my new nickname for the one formerly known as Roomie Who Doesn't Do Anything, based on her quirk for bananas and fruitcups).
What is the strangest thing you've ever done?
My whole life is strange.
Have you ever been on TV or the radio?
Public access for school stuff. NBC/Leno for a really blink-and-miss crowd shot during the New Year's celebration in Times Square.
What is the worst thing anyone could ever do to you?
I'll have to go with Trix on this one. Lie to me. A close second would be killing me.
Are you a fast typer?
Heh. I get teased for my speed-typing. I have a friend that just says "clickclickclickclickclickclick" when he walks in on me while I'm at the keyboard.
Describe how you sleep.
All over the place. Mostly on the stomach or on my right side.
Have you ever read a book and not understood it? If so which one?
Textbooks. Not so much not understanding them, but for making me fall asleep. Learning via osmosis, sadly, does not work.
Do people pick up your slang language more than you pick up theirs?
Eh. About half and half.
Have you ever bought anything just because it was a fad?
Shhh. I'm really not that bad. Honestly.
What would you like to do with your life?
I'm going to need a life first, before I can do anything with it.
Do you bite your nails?
No.
Are people's perceptions of you usually correct?
Told I was ambitious, intelligent, really sweet, and shy. You be the judge.
When they start sending rockets to the moon for us civilians, will you be on the list to go?
Not so much. I have extreme heights phobia. That and anything requiring suits and oxygen tanks are so not my thing.
Have you ever written anything on your skin?
Only when there's no paper and I'm desperate.
What color are most of your clothes?
Blues and grays.
Are things as bad as they seem?
Depends.
Do you like to look people in the eye?
Normally. Unless I've got something hanging out of my nose or eye crusties, then...no.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:53 PM ... ||
Yeah, I can be enterprising and resourceful when the mood strikes me.
Stuck at work. Boredom. Falling asleep. Almost ready to call off dinner, just so I can get my ass home.
Found the joy of AIM Express. Chatting with Meg. Hope I don't get busted for this. Now, if only the firewall wasn't so damn impenetrable. I'd be able to get to AU.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:18 PM ... ||
This is different....
Getting paid to sit around for an extra hour at work just so I can go out for dinner with a girl I've met in the department and one of her friends. Too bad I don't know this area that well. Hopefully, when I follow her in her car, I won't get lost like Trix did when she came to this crappy town. Heh. But gahhh. I'm bored. I can't believe I almost told her I was busy tonight so I could just go home and veg out. Um...not missing any really good TV tonight, am I? Oh well. Time to expand my social horizons anyway. Too bad the "friend" isn't a guy.
Everyone here is old and married. Even the young ones are mostly married. Grrr. Time for those personal ads...
|| posted by Pooh at 4:46 PM ... ||
Darn it. My early morning meeting ended up being only 12 minutes long because the guy who was supposed to run the second half of it had an emergency meeting to go to. Grrr. Woke up early for that!!! And got introduced. Dude.....sooooooooo humiliating. Especially since the guy who was helping me on the thesis works there and was at the meeting. If he didn't know that I've been interning here, he does now. And poops, I was trying to avoid him because the thesis has been fermenting in my grad lab for quite some time now. :(
I need to start looking for an apartment. Sigh. Gotta move out of the dorms in May, but working until at least August, and who knows how long after that. While the grad apartments are convenient, not sure if I can take any more "Rabbits" or "Wabbits" or "ScaryRoomies" or even ones that don't do anything. Well, okay, I take that back. The One Who Doesn't Do Anything actually does have her own quirk. For the past few months, she's kept the apartment supplied with bananas. Apparently, she's got to have one every day. Her evening routine right before she goes to bed? One glass of milk, a fruit cup, and a banana. Every night. An hour before she goes to bed. She's very methodical about it, too. I know; I've seen her in action. There's something to be said about staying regular, I guess.
Wabbit was over last night. I was too exhausted to bother with them. For the first time in ages, I think I conked out as soon as my head hit the pillow (and just how tired am I still? I almost wrote "pillow hitting my head" instead. lol). He did, however, make his presence known. I think he was hacking up a lung or something. Ewww. Nasty.
Sigh. Back to work.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:07 AM ... ||
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
LMAO!!
From Rach.
I'M 115 PROOF. HOW DRUNK ARE YOU?
I swear, this is wrong!!
Ugh.
Four pages of squick, and I haven't even gotten to the good part yet. Shmoopy just wants to go on and on and on about himself. Grrrrr, narcissistic skeazoid. And Trix, you're right. It's so damn hard not to snark when writing Vaughn. Heh.
Time for bed. Gotta sleep off the non-drunkenness. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 11:06 PM ... ||
Training...Training...More training...*Pooh falling asleep*
*Yawn*
I'm special. I get to wake up extra early, go to work extra early, just to go to a departmental monthly meeting. Oh, did I mention that I'm going to be introduced to everyone as one of the new interns this month? Yeah. Go me. How freaking embarrassing.
Apparently, I can check blogs and various websites at work, but can't get AIM, MSN, or AU to work. Grrrr. Hmm. Is it obvious that I was doing a bit of slacking at work today? Nah.
Had this really wonderful idea to start running for half an hour to an hour after work every day so I'll look great when I go to Seattle in June. Haven't seen some friends in over a year, and others in at least four, so the last thing I want is for their eyes to automatically gravitate towards the mini-kegger around my middle. Although, the squishy is what makes Pooh so gosh darn lovable. Decisions, decisions. Oh well. It got a bit chilly when I got back, so I just took a quick walk to the mailbox instead. Yeah...shut up.
Oh, and Trix? I saved the SarkinaFic on the work computer thinking I'd have some time to read it. Um...not so much. Hopefully, Big Brother will be amused. Or hot for Sarkina. I know I was when I finally got around to reading it. Weeeeeeeeeee!!!
And poor MeggyBear. Got goatsed by Trix, huh? Poor baby. She should have linked the BunnyGoatse instead. It's sooooooo much cuter!!! Hehehe.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:47 PM ... ||
As I sit here writing Vaughn(ugh)Fic and chatting with Trix, the slut who won't stop posting/chatting about what she wants to *do to* Sark, instead of doing what she's supposed to be doing, namely writing, we both agreed that teenage characters are so much easier to write. She's got a lovely Irina going in her Sarkina fic right now, so I don't know what she's griping about. Woohoo! But I totally get where she's coming from. Only I'm writing Vaughn(vomit)Fic, which means it's not too far off from writing the old GG fics. And as I think about it, writing him is kind of like writing First/SecondSeasonDean. Gag. Me. No wonder I'm simultaneously cackling and getting majorly irritated while I "write."
Oh God. Vaughn/Dean fic. Bwahahahahaha.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:15 AM ... ||
Monday, March 17, 2003
Because Trix was taking quizzies instead of writing BoobyFic, and because the realization that I'm now writing *VaughnFic* (not I/V or even I/V/S/A) is making me nauseous...
Neutral:
Harmony and balance is key. You don't look at the
world in a negative or positive way and you'll
never judge or assume a situation- you just
look at the facts. People like you are peaceful
and accepting.
What color do you see the world in?
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Peaceful and accepting, huh? Bwahahaha. So not. Although, I am neutral(-ly opinionated).
BITCH! God Livia why are you sucha a bitch? You
can't help it. You were left as a baby and
raised in Rome. No wonder you're a crazy bitch,
you damn italian. Oh and when you decided to
turn into your former self (eve) ..god you're
cute.
What badass babe from Xena are you?
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LMAO. I obviously stopped watching Xena a couple of seasons too early, because I have no clue who she is. Sounds about right, though. :P
And ditto what Trix posted: Missing the Lancer. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 PM ... ||
*Sniff*
Priya ... wow.
Wow.
I know you said you were going to send a long feedback about 'Awakenings,' and I was rolling my eyes. I mean, seriously. That fic is years old and looking like it'll never be finished ... but holy cow. Damn. You know you suck, right? Well, you do. Suck. A lot. Your feedback gave me chills, made me smile, and even made me sniff a little (well, after I wondered if you really did read it, because right now even I don't remember this stupid fic, lol). I'm truly not worthy. *insert all sort of self-effacing 'crappy fic' comments* I can't believe I want to actually finish that long-ass fic now. 187 pages, did you say? Gah. That's way too much already, but damn you for making me feel all guilty, because now I want to finish it just for you.
I mentioned how much you suck, right?
|| posted by Pooh at 6:32 PM ... ||
Kids, don't do this at home
Ended up staying to pick up the bro from his half-day, then dropping him off at tennis practice. Lead-footed it all the way back to school because I missed everyone. Made it in half an hour - a world record, baby. But now, wish I hadn't. It's a beeeyoooootiful 70 degrees outside. Can you friggin believe it?? And it's sweltering in my apartment. The thermostat reads 100. At least the maintenance people came to fix the tub. Guess the roomies screwed it up again while I was gone for the weekend.
Oh, and as I pulled into the parking lot...had a great opportunity to run over Rabbit as she walked to class. Muwahahahahahahahahaha. She didn't see me. Which is too bad, because I so would have waved hi. Really!!
Hormonal, us?
Oh man. Rewatching, rewatching, rewatching BadAss!Sark. In jeans. Or suit. Killing people. Kicking some VaughnWussyAss. Eeeeeeeee!!
Damn damn damn damn
Tried working on the Irina/Vaughn fic for Trix, which might end up being an Irina/Vaughn/Alice/Sydney fic. If that happens, I will have to question my sanity since it just doesn't seem right that Shmoopy should get so many gorgeous women. Bah. Although, as I was staring at it, the I/V was turning into more of a "just Vaughn" fic, and that was starting to annoy me. The guy's transforming into this petulant, whiny, little monster who's not only a bit high on himself, but rather long-winded, too. God, I hate guys like that. Good thing I'm screwing with him, and he's not smart enough to realize it. Bwahahaha. Oh man. Trix owes me big time if I ever finish this. In fact, the only thing that will make it up to me is hot Sarkshall, or Sark/IrinaBoobie fic. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 3:24 PM ... ||
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Just wanted to emphasize The Jeans.
Oh yeah.
Oh, totally yeah.
R.O.W.RRRRRRR.
Um...I must still be tipsy, since I don't think I'm normally this hyper when I'm sober. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:20 PM ... ||
Just got back from Cheesecake. Not feeling so great, but did manage to get the 'Truth Takes Time' ep completely downloaded. Not sure how long I can sit through it, but here's some really quick thoughts for the first 15 minutes. VERY very very quick. A better "review" will probably be available tomorrow after I watch it again. You know, when I'm not drunk on a couple of sour apple and strawberry martinis. La la la
Best Episode Ever?
According to Trix, it's a "yes." But let's go through some points, shall we?
~~ Dude!! Where's the Sarkina? With the wrist grabbing? And the making out on the jet? Oh, ok, I made that last part up, but still, you know they totally could have if they wanted to. :P
~~ Jack "injected" the passive tracker. Marshall: Hey, how'd you do that...? Ermm....hehehehehehehe. *giggles some more* Oh, whatever. You guys were totally thinking it, too. *giggles A LOT more* Yeah, I'm 5, what's it to you? :P
~~ Oh yeah, baby!! Marshall/Kendall/Jack. HoYay!!!
HOLY SHIT! Forget the drunkenness!!!!
And forget that part they cut in the plane. Dude. Dude. Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude!!! DUDE!!! Sarkina up against a wall!!! Eeeeee!!! (Shut up, let me have my thing.) And awwwww...Sark hesitated before he defibrillated his beloved. Bwahaha.
~~ Kendall: They may or may not be working with Sloane. No flurking shit. And it may be a minor nitpicking thing, but when Sark swept Irina for bugs, anyone catch that she used Jack's first name? Like "it's Jack," not "damn that Bristow." Yeah, yeah, blah blah.
~~ Oh, btw, Jack is totally working with Sark and Irina. Just saying. The two sour apple martinis agree. So there.
~~ Sark and Irina are partners, unless Sark's Irina's boss. Wasn't he giving her a bunch of orders for awhile there? And Jack had to send Syd in to intercept Irina because Kendall was there and it's the next logical step, but he sure didn't look happy doing it. The one strawberry martini is nodding its head.
~~ And HELLO. Sark pulling a bomb out of his pants. *looks in SarkPants* What else ya got in there, big boy? I think I'm sober now. WooHoo!!
~~ EEEEEEEEEE!!! Hello VaughnTossing!!!
Okay, I'm obviously NOT DRUNK ENOUGH. Because the "shmoopy" crap? Yeah. GAG. ME. And hello, Syd? Sark was just playin' around. God, woman, why can't you let him have some fun, fucking stick in the mud. And I hope you realize from your hypocrital self-worshipping pedestal that Irina saved your life when she called your name and led you out of the exploding building. She probably didn't mean to save Vaughn, but that's what happens when all he does is trail after you like a good puppy. Oh man. *smack smack smack* Listen to Jack!!! He knows, because he's totally working with Irina. If he says Irina was trying to save your ugly butt, believe him. Dumbass. Gah
So...noticed this...
Why is it during briefings, Syd's always got this really sad, kinda "awww, that sucks, but I hope you tell me something good" kinda look crossed with her "oh, it's okay, take your time, you're doing good for your first time running a briefing" kinda of sweetly saccharrine look? And Vaughn's always got that "huh? what? say again? only slowly? cuz I'm trying to really concentrate on what you're saying, as evidenced by the excessive number of new wrinkles in my forehead" expression? Just observing. That's all. *shrugs* Just because I'm tipsy, doesn't mean I have to play nice. :P
~~ Poor poor Emily. *sniff* But seriously, until she redeemed herself, I was beginning to think she wasn't good enough for Sloane. He was her goddamn "tether," for cripe's sake, and how does she repay him? By selling him out. To Sydney of all people. GAH!!
~~ Sydney leading the CIA charge to capture Sloane. Um, yeah.
~~ Dude, those "combat fatigues" still crack my shit up. What? Wardrobe run out of budget for the rest of the season?
~~ Wondering if Dixon really "accidentally" shot Emily. Hmm.
~~ Sark!! Sark in helicopter!! Sark in JEANS in helicopter!! Sark in JEANS hanging out of helicopter with big fucking weapon and STILL not killing Sydney!! And dude? Even the bro watched the last ten minutes and asked, "So ... is Sark in charge now?" Yeah, my thoughts exactly as soon as The Sexy asked whether Irina got the disk. Okay, now let's go back to the Sark. In JEANS. ROWR!!
Did you get that? Hope there wasn't too much giggling, just because I'm in that happy giggling mood right now. La la la. Keep checking the invisi-text for any additional giggle-worthy stuff while I try to giggle off the liquor. Hee hee hee.
You know what? That's a lot more blogging on this ep than I thought I would do. So...no "in-depth" whatever for tomorrow. I'm sick of blogging about this ep. Although, I will say that it was a very very good ep. In fact, if I put less emphasize on the VaughnWussy, it was one of the best episodes ever. Hee!! Aside from the schmaltzy S/V crap (hello? he was wearing a vest and DIDN'T DIE. GET OVER IT!!), maybe this "J.R. Orci" dude should pen some more eps. Especially if he throws in more Sark/Vaughn/Syd ass-kicking. Preferably with Sark doing all the ass-kicking.
Thank youuuuuu!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 8:35 PM ... ||
Blogger SUCKS
Just blogged this long-ass rant, and tried to post it. But dumbass Blogger ate it, and now it's all gone. @#$$^ @#%#^^& Q@W$%$&
So here's the short story....
I had a system, dammit!!!
'Truth Takes Time' is taking its own sweet time to download. Friggin A.
Waiting to go to Cheesecake to celebrate Thing2's 21st b-day, but since it's far away and there'll be waiting and waiting before we actually get to eat, most likely I won't be able to get back to school before the ep airs tonight. If that happens, then I'll probably just spend the night at the 'rents and go back to school tomorrow. The nice thing is that I don't have work or classes tomorrow.
The sucky thing??? My damn system is all fucked up now! Sure, I download the Sark eps, but I tape all the eps. I've got a brand new tape with just 'A Dark Turn' sitting on my desk. If I don't get back to school, that means I need to start a brand new tape for tonight's ep since I'm at home. Dude. DUDE!! I hate breaking up the order of my tapes. There's a SYSTEM!!! And I swore that this year would be different. That I would stop being all loosey-goosey with my tapes and actually institute some kind of logic with them. Hell, I've still got 10 unlabeled tapes that I need to sit through and figure out what's on them. Grrrr!!!
Am I being irrationally whiny about this? Wouldn't be Pooh if I weren't. Am I still going to bitch and moan about it? DUH. Will I learn to live with it? Sure, but it's still fun to rant. Dammit!
*******
Reading Herc's review for tonight.
I just have to say "hmmm." Although, one line in particular made me "heh" and think of Trix. I'd share, but it only has to do with the show indirectly. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 4:18 PM ... ||
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Just for Meg, because she understands....
Cleo Rocks
Dude. Murdoc died again!! And damn, does he f'ing rock!! I love how watching these old Mac eps make me go "holy crap, I remember this ep!!" LOL. Yeah, it's all about the simple pleasures. :) And dude, that flashback to the rock climbing ep? Gaaah, I can't believe I missed that when they aired it. Loved how he's always screaming Mac's name right when he "falls" to his death. Hehe. Mac was great, as usual. Also, there's just something about a black leather jacket and white high-tops that just scream "sexy." Is that so wrong? :o
Grrr. Waiting for Thing 1 to decide whether she wants to go see a movie or go get drinks, now that Thing 2 is of legal age. Darn it. Talked to the best friend from college and mentioned Thing 2's 21st birthday and the PoohBro being 16 now, and we've realized that we really are old. Ugh.
Can't wait. Going to Seattle in June for friend's med school graduation. Hopefully that'll inspire me to get off my ass and do the same.
Quick add:
Damnit, Meg!!! I still can't stop staring at those two chunks of graphic you sent me. Seriously. This is getting out of hand. It's just a goddamn piece of chin, neck and half a lip!!! Grrrrr. But eeeeeeeee. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:44 PM ... ||
Back from the mall. My MallHeadache is in full swing. Blech. There's only two places that guarantee that I'll develop a headache: planes and malls. Ugh. On the plus side, I got $80 back. Woohoo! And...my first paycheck came in the mail. Drinks on me this weekend! Yay!!
Because knowing is half the battle...
Transformers
More than meets the eye.
Transformers.
Robots in disguise.
Autobots wage their Battle
To destroy the evil forces
Of the Decepticons
Hee. Did you know there's like three verses to the theme song? I didn't. Ahhh. Rewatching the first ep brings back so many memories, not to mention the one where I cried when Optimus Prime died in the movie. Yeah, disgusting, isn't it? *sniff*
Stopped by the movie store to pick up some DVDs. Got X-Men 1.5 (even though I have the first one; I'm sick, yes) and The Bourne Identity for the bro. Wanted to get the Glory and Band of Brothers DVDs, but those were a bit pricey and will probably be brought through Amazon in support of AU. CD should be happy about that. LOL. Bro kept saying the Newsies DVD always mocks him every time we go to that store, but seeing how I have that on VHS and there's like crap extras, I'll be saving my money for my SG1 season 3 DVDs, thanks.
My current wishlist of TV show DVDs that someone...ANYONE.... needs to make:
~~ MacGyver - Dude, I ain't got no time to be taping all those eps on a zillion tapes every day, and it's a classic!
~~ Space: Above and Beyond - Can't explain it. It was a show that got yanked after one season due to internal politics and Carter's BIGASS fucking EGO. But it was a great show that definitely needs to be on DVD. I miss Morgan & Wong. :(
~~ GI Joe - Real American heroes. Bwahaha. Plus...I remember all my cartoon 'ships on this show. Oh, yeah. There were 'ships, baby. Heh.
~~ Voltron - Still waiting for Keith and Princess Allura to get it on. Dude, you could so tell they wanted to. I haven't seen that much sexual tension between two animated characters since (granted, I don't watch too much animation, although Dimitri and Anya had a really great thing going in Anastasia, but I think that has to do more with John Cusack, heh) And the one time Keith should have been kissed on that balcony, she kissed someone else. Grrrr. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
~~ Sports Night Collector's Edition - There isn't one, but we totally got screwed with the lack of extras on the set that did come out. Seriously. Someone needs to fix that boo-boo. Right. Now.
There's more - a lot more - but those are the ones that I know have no chance in hell of ever being made. Sighness.
Oookay. Off to play some more of the RDA Grin Game (tm Meg). Hee!!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:25 PM ... ||
Dropping by this fine morning to let everyone know...
you are the "you suck, and that's sad"
happy bunny. your truthful, but can be a bit
brutal.
which happy bunny are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Why am I not surprised? :o
Okie, off to do the weekly "returning crap at the mall" bit. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:55 AM ... ||
Friday, March 14, 2003
Watching 'Prophecy' right now. Hee.
I don't know what's wrong with me exactly. Every time Jack/RDA grins (and he really does have the best grin), I end up busting out a grin, too. It's like my face is having a muscle spasm, and I can't control it. It's a reflex. Seriously. Jack grins. Pooh grins. But damn if it doesn't put me in a happy mood (and all giggly and giddy).
Oh yeah. Definitely something wrong with me. :)
Apparently, this weekend, I will be watching all the Transformers eps my bro managed to download (until I cough up the cash to buy the DVDs). Ahhh. My childhood revisited. Now all they need are the GI Joe and Voltron (lions, not the crappy space one, thank you) eps on DVD, and I will be in heaven.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:28 PM ... ||
Weeeeeeeee!!!!
Gotta love those UC fics. Gotta love Karen's Sloane/Sark fic: 'The Pupil'. Damn. Just damn. It's wonderfully squicky, but...Not. And wow. Like, really. Wow. Poor poor baby.
Hmmm.
Apparently, I'm Sydney.
-- Adored by sexy French CIA handlers and second-rate reporters alike, Sydney is a top-notch spy as well as a literature student. You're most like Sydney because you're a beautiful ass-kicker who knows just how to get what she wants.
Oh, that's nice. But can I be the Syd who's actually a really kick ass spy and spends more time tussling and making the wisecracks with Sark than ho-humming it with the Vaughner? Thanks.
ACCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!
DEAR GOD!!! Are you there? Because I'm really starting to doubt it. Otherwise, you would never...NEVER...EVER...put me through this crap!!!
Rabbit's friend is over, probably for the weekend. She's standing in the hallway, talking on the phone. In BABY TALK!!! To a "guy"!!! HOW old are we? Seriously.
Ew ew ew. Now they're giggling. Giggling!!! And they're both speaking in baby talk about their "men." Gobnammit!!
And ewwwwwwww. Wabbit's over and encouraging them!!! Fucking ass. Grrrr.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Hot DAMN!!
Trix made a Sark-Vaughn Tic Tac Toe game. Dear me. That Sark pic? F'ng ROWR, baby!!!! Phew. *fans self*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:15 PM ... ||
Wish I had a car of my own. Sis needs to borrow it this afternoon to do her pharm site visit for school. That means I can't drop her off at home until late afternoon or evening. Yes, I'm going home this weekend. The washer/dryer beckons, and we're celebrating her 21st b-day. Sigh.
Wow. I think I have some weird psychological problem (shaddup). Why do I think my hands still smell like the rubbery, latex-y gloves I wore to do experiments yesterday? Blech.
Ok, I'm not going to titillate you with a creative thumbnail like Trix, mostly because I'm lazy. :P But yeah, thanks to Hilda, we were having the time of our lives in chat last night. Here's my contribution. It's not as pretty as Karl, but I think the early-90's-Brad-do really works for him. Also...I got bored (no surprise there) playing with him. That was to be expected; he is who he is, after all. Hmm....where did I put that glamour shot I also made for him?
Here's hoping Jenai feels better. :)
*******
Oh geez.
This is why I shouldn't stay in my room with nothing to do. Damn brain starts to do strange things. And now I'm contemplating a little Irina/Vaughn vignette. Figured if I could have Irina screw with DaddyVaughn, his son would be just as easy. *cough* God help me.
*******
Hehe.
Jenai and I are drooling over the X-Men 2 pics. Obsessed? Nah. But damn, if we couldn't use some Gambit in our lives. Mmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:44 AM ... ||
Uh....when did Wabbit come over? Because I didn't hear him pounding on the door to be let in, which is fine. Only now? Yeah.... Oh. Yeah.
Where the heck did I put those earplugs? Damn.
Grrr. Why is it when anything "breaks down," my roomies all come running to me? Do I look like I can fix everything in this place? Yeesh. Today's dilemma: clogged tub, even though I stuck my hand down the drain (yeah, yeeech) and found nothing. Um, hello? Liquid Plummr it, dude. I swear, the guy who snatches me up will be so lucky. I can unclog a tub. Heh.
And finally.... GAHHHH!!! College roomie/best friend who I haven't talked to in forever, IM'ed me to invite me to her med school graduation. Dude. I feel so ashamed of myself. She's graduating from MED SCHOOL, and I'm still slacking away in stupid grad school. Grrr. Oh well. At least it'll be a few days in Seattle, away from the hell known as Jersey. Maybe I can go down the coast and do some stalking in LA while I'm there, seeing how any Spring Break Stalking has been postponed due to "work." Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:11 AM ... ||
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Today is a milestone. I hit the 10 hour mark at work. GAH. And there were tons of people still there. Ugh. I need a job that's more flexible with the hours. By flexible, I mean, allowing me to work less hours with the option to work the "regular amount" of hours (yeah, right) and still get paid the same. And no meetings. Had my first Staff Meeting today. Gah. Boooooooring. If I'm going to take meetings, there should be ice cream. Or hot nekkid men. This meeting had neither of those, but there were homemade cookies. Sigh. So yeah, I'm looking for a job that has all that, or a job that allows me to travel. For some reason, I'm in a traveling mood. Sigh.
Or, you know, maybe my uber-rich future husband should just come and sweep me off my feet and deposit me in the lap of luxury. Right now would be nice.
Nice thing about staying for 10 hours? Missing all the traffic tie-ups on my stupid one-lane road. Although, there was an accident at the next highway exit that was about to screw with me. Blech. The only problem? I'm blind, so night-driving is so not an adventure I like participating in too often.
Speaking of scary things...this morning, I noticed that it takes me roughly 8-10 minutes to brush my teeth, do my thing, and put in my contacts. How do I know this? I wake up at approximately the same time every day. And when I get back to my room after taking care of all my stuff, the clock always reads the same time. Dude. I like a little routine in my life. Call me a bit anal. But that is like an all new kind of scary.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:14 PM ... ||
Happy Birthday, Thing 2!!
Goodness. A 21st birthday. Damn...I feel old.
Really, really really old. And yes, it is all about me. LOL.
Hmm. ScaryRoomie stays up all night playing video games. Sounds suspiciously like one of the Zelda games. Do people still play those? Heh.
Ugh. Still have residual headache from rush hour traffic. Thank god tomorrow's my last day of work for the week. But yeesh. Just remembered that spring break starts next week, and I don't get to participate. Sadness. Would have spent my first three weeks' pay traveling/stalking in LA. :) Bummer.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:27 AM ... ||
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Hee!
First I made a guy trip. Then another guy asked me for my number.
Ok...so he wasn't really "some guy;" he was the computer guy and I had to ask him to install software on my computer. And all right, it was over the phone. And technically, he wasn't supposed to ask me and told me so, and in fact, he was actually asking for my work number, but it came out as "home telephone," which he explained was a brainfart.
Sigh. So maybe it's not really me, but me. Like I need to come with a health warning. Beware of Pooh: May cause brainfarts in Men
Or maybe my irrational fear that my clothes didn't match today really wasn't so irrational after all......
*****
Rant Time
~~ I hate people who commit heinous traffic violations during rush hour just to be one fucking car ahead of where they would normally be if they just followed the goddamn rules!!!
~~ Those people are usually in SUVs or sports cars, so I hate them, too. With the burning passion of a thousand fiery suns.
~~ People who drive with their high beams on, especially when they're right behind me. Thanks. My headache needed that extra jolt.
~~ People who drive with really bright fog lights, especially when they're right behind me. Hello, Ass? They're FOG lights. Thank you.
~~ People who tail. Thanks for checking out my ass, Ass.
~~ People who leave 2-3 car-lengths between them and the car in front of them while we're sitting in traffic or crawling. Hey, I'm a space-filler. Seeing empty space makes me all antsy and cringe-y.
~~ I desperately need to learn some shortcuts or even longcuts just to bypass the hour long wait of sitting in traffic just to get home. It's 15 miles, dammit!!!
~~ Nine hour work days.
~~ All 3 of my roommates, none of whom bothered to take out the trash even though none of them work and stay home.
~~ My sister who just called asking me to solve a riddle for her, just so she could get back at the guy who gave it to her: A guy rides into town on Tuesday, stays 3 days, and leaves on Tuesday. Surprised that even with a migraine, I figured it out as soon as she said the first part. Go me.
Good Things
~~ Working for a J&J company means I can buy any kind of J&J product really cheap in their cash store. Today I indulged in some hand lotion. Nice to have around when I do experiments that require gloves. Tomorrow? Maybe some otc pain relievers. Ugh. Damn headache.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:49 PM ... ||
What a great way to start off the day.
~~ Got to work (late, depending on your POV).
~~ On the way to the lab (my "cubicle"), saw a youngish guy on his way out (not too bad looking and tall...very tall ... my kind of guy, but blondish, which really isn't my type, except for Sark and Kief and...maybe someone else....).
~~ We did the "nod, smile, hi" thing even though I've never seen him before (shocker, not, since I'm stuck in lab all day).
~~ Then he tripped (well, he did that almost-trip thing).
Heh. Was that for me? Never affected a guy like that before (even if by accident, or he's a klutz). Maybe it was the hair since I left it down today. Do guys go for that? Too bad I'm planning on chopping it soon.
Or maybe I just had a booger hanging out my nose. Much more likely.
Supervisor wasn't in yesterday due to stomach virus. Is planning on coming in this afternoon. That means I can slack off. Ok, not really, since I need to do all those conversions and crap that I thought I was going to do last night. Blech.
*******
Being bad. Shouldn't really be doing this instead of my spreadsheet. Especially now that they put a window in the lab door. I swear, it really isn't because they don't trust me. Really!
Which Sesame Street Muppet Are You?
*sniff* *sniff* So true. So alone. Yet no one appreciates the specialness that is the Pooh. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:25 AM ... ||
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
So ... I'm not the overachieving kissass I thought I was. (Home)work was going onto Hour 2, and I realized I was missing some key values to do the calculations. Ended up giving up, mostly because I'm a slacker by nature, but really because I get paid by the hour so why should I do this on my time, right? Blah. But hey, I did set up half the equations on Excel, so I'm good to go. Kinda. Sorta. Not really.
Oh, whatever.
Going to go indulge in some Ben&Jerry's and stare at the TV.
LMAO. Even my sibs can't score a 100 on my IM friends quiz. Heh. Those seriously aren't trick questions. No, really.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:27 PM ... ||
Someone much smarter than me needs to explain this:
I'm averaging 9 hours (NINE hours!! and I've barely been given a workload yet!!) of work a day. Sitting in traffic for an hour there and an hour back (twice as long as it should technically take me), even though I leave after "rush hour." And today? Today I decide to bring work home with me. The question is ... why? Good GOD, WHY??? I need to make a spreadsheet with some experiment results, and do some volume conversions, which knowing me, will take a good 1 to 2 hours (most likely 2). Am I just being an overachiever (with something trivial like this?) or am I just fucking insane??
Dear god, I need sleep.
Three things I noticed today:
One, those gloves I wear when running experiments are making me peel in weird places. Blech.
Two, it takes approximately 12 to 15 minutes to scarf down a tuna sandwich and a small soda.
Three, Ethicon has crappy cubicles (not that I have one, hrmph). They're large, but they only have 2 sides, and the 3rd side is a long counter/table that separates the two connecting cubicles. Ermm ... how does one download porn in privacy during their freetime when everyone can see what you're working on? Just saying. Then again, I don't have a cubicle, so I'm even jealous of those who get to do it in a 2-walled cubicle. Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:59 PM ... ||
Monday, March 10, 2003
Back from the supermarket. Always a fun trip. On the way there, got stuck behind a Lancer. Made me all misty-eyed. *sigh* Well, okay...mainly because the guy was doing 30 in a 50 mph zone. On a one lane road. Move it, Speedy! *bangs head against steering wheel* What? You thought for other reasons? :P
Rabbit was making another cake. Gah. A cheesecake. All frozen and pretty with white frosting and kiwi and cherries. It's for someone's PhD proposal today. Grrr. How come no one makes me a cake when I did my defense? Oh right. Haven't gotten that far yet. *bangs head against desk* She offered me some leftover cheesecake. "Low fat" because she used half the amount of required cream cheese. Know what? Kinda hard for her to go wrong with cheesecake, IMO.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:50 PM ... ||
La la la.
I'm slacking off today because I can. Even though I shouldn't. Waiting for the stupid PoohSis (aka Thing 2) to return the car so I can go to the supermarket. I'm starving.
Hmm. Have the urge to watch P&P. Well, okay, not all 6 hours of it. Just the good parts. Probably starting with the "lake scene." Heh. Can't think of a better way to start my day.
Rabbit's idea of "starting her day off right"?
She had a huge cake all baked and frosted by 8:30 AM. The hell? WHY????
Sooo...I've decided to stop being quite so timid ("Quite? What's with the 'quite'?") and just provide the link. If I stop withholding, and just put myself out there in all my squickerrific sucky glory, maybe it'll motivate me to at least attempt that epic I was contemplating. Problem is...I tried to sit down and draft a very loose outline for it, and ended up confusing myself. Um...Sark ended up working for everyone (but not really), and I couldn't figure out some really great Rambaldi thing that would drive the plot, or decide how I wanted the lines drawn at the end. That's...not good, right? LOL. Indecision, blah.
Just rewatched the promo for 'Truth Takes Time.' If there's not so much ShmoopyVaughn but more EvilVaughn, and Irina kicks Syd's ass or anyone's ass, and Syd falters in her own self-worship, and Sloane/Emily makes my mouth drop, and Sark has a big part but does not die ... I just might have to marry the ep writer. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:25 AM ... ||
Sunday, March 09, 2003
Finally! Back online. Woohoo!
Can't wait to hear all about Trix's sojourn to Jersey last night. Ha! *does the jughandle dance*
Watching the SAGs. Not really much to say about it. Except that Kiefer? Yummy. And am I the only one who thinks anything Sopranos is way way way way way way way overrated? Hmm.
HEE!! It's the "Darce does the Dad thing" movie. Um...is it bad that I'm even contemplating going to see this? Oh, God. That dance with the...leather?...pants near the end of the trailer? Hilariously embarrassing. Almost on par with the "fight" in BJD. Gotta lurve The Darce. He's one of those guys that gets better looking the older he gets, because Mr. Darcy? Still freaking hot. Rowr!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 PM ... ||
Saturday, March 08, 2003
It's absolutely gorgeous outside. Ton of snow on the ground, but you don't even need to wear a coat. Much too beautiful a day to spend it cleaning the kitchen. That's what "tomorrow" is for. Heh. Now...if I had a laptop, I'd be sitting outside. Probably even writing. Scary what some really great weather can do to a person.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:10 PM ... ||
Meggy, your fic is mocking me. Damn dialogue, transitions, and fillers. *grumble* But I will conquer it. I will!! *ah, a bit of a Darcy moment there, heh*
Ugh. Sis took the car to go to "Albany." WTF is up in Albany? Exactly. That means I'm stuck on campus for the weekend, unless I can talk a friend with a car to take meaningless trips with me whenever the mood strikes me. Yeah...ok. Or I could hop the train and go to the city to help the sis move her bed into the apartment. Um...yeah...right. *flashback to couch debacle, shudder*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:51 AM ... ||
Friday, March 07, 2003
Oh shit. The things you learn from watching the news.
1. People with short thighs are more prone to developing diabetes. Or maybe it's people with wide thighs, not just short ones. *glances down at thighs* Um...can't tell if it's the thighs or the calves that are stumpy. EGADS. Could this explain my soda/candy addiction?
2. A study done on Chinese men found that 60% of those who smoked at least a pack a day suffered from erectile dysfunction. Ooookay. Seeing how the mainland is full of smokers, probably won't be taking up the PoohDad's offer to go with him this summer so he can try to find me a hubby. Not that Pooh would let him do anything of the sort, anyway. PoohDad's got horrible taste. *shudder*
'Course, it's the local news, so who knows if any of it's true, right? Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:37 PM ... ||
Yikes.
5 minutes ago, there were slapping sounds.
Now? Some rhythmic tapping or drumming, and someone -- Wabbit? -- "singing"/"humming"/"moaning" something that sounds like a funeral dirge.
Whoa. Sounds like Rabbit's encouraging him. Dude? Um...please don't sing unless you can actually ... you know ... sing. That's not asking too much. Is it?
Oh god. Someone save me. *bonkers* (Oooh, really random thought: Remember those Bonkers candy? I want one now. LOL. Yeah, totally random.)
GAHHHHHH!!! Make it stop! Make it stop! Wabbit seriously CANNOT carry a tune. I can't sing for shit, which means I don't. Why can't everyone else recognize their limitations and quit torturing me? Oy. I think I can hear cats screeching in the next town over. *shudder* This and the unexpected fire drill we had a few hours ago ... my poor ears. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:36 PM ... ||
Weeeee!! There's a method to my being lazy and not leaving the room today (even though I desperately need to be productive with my thesis).
Rabbit just came home. In the middle of the day. With Wabbit. Shhhhhhhh. Be wewy wewy qwiet.... :P
|| posted by Pooh at 12:31 PM ... ||
Okay, who the hell is "Dan"? And why must his "friend(s)" keep annoying me? At least once or twice a month, some jackass calls me, looking for this "Dan" guy. Always at 7:30 AM, unless he's being funny and calls in the afternoon. Thought I had a heart attack this morning, the way I bolted out of bed, trying to figure what was ringing so loudly. And on my day to sleep in, too. HRMPH! This guy always calls from a different number, so I can't even remember not to pick up if the number is strange, and I know it's the same guy. After almost half a year of me telling him nicely that he has the wrong number (or me yelling at him to get a life, or me pointing out that Dan hasn't been around in ages, or listening to my voicemail specifically say that it is ME and NOT Dan that currently resides at this number), you'd think he'd figure it out that either Dan is gone, gone gone, or just doesn't want to ever speak to him again, hence the wrong number info. Seeing how annoying this tard is, I don't blame Dan. Friggin' !@#$$%^%&^%@#!@#!$%$&@^#&#^ *deep breath* @#$$^^&$#%@*&*$&*#@
|| posted by Pooh at 10:36 AM ... ||
WTF?
Okay. 'Fess up. Who The Hell nom'ed 'Inner Sanctum' at the Rendezvous Alias Fic Awards for Best W/F? You're obviously cracked. Cracked!!!
Hmm. Wonder if I could win Best Squick Fic...cuz, you know, there's just nothing like a NekkidSloane to brighten a person's day.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:54 AM ... ||
Thursday, March 06, 2003
You know what's the most stress-inducing thing to happen when it's sleeting and snowing and icy, and you're trying to get home but the cars in front of you decide that they'd rather let a snail have the right of way? -- Waiting for that gas light to come on. And then actually having it come on when you're nowhere near a gas station. Der. So...guess what happened to me this evening on my way home from work? Yeppers. They say that I can drive a good 30 more miles once that sucker comes and and stays on. Course, "they" say. Whatever. I'm like the most paranoid person ever, so every time that light stayed on for more than a few seconds, it was HeartAttackPooh. Just pull the string and watch her go.
If I may say so myself ... I think I looked pretty damn cute today in my new outfit. Heh. Just a sweater, shirt, and khakis, but it's all in the presentation, ya know, and most of the time I can't be bothered. :P Anyway, I ran my experiments, but d'oh! There were 16 trial runs, and even my supervisor was like, yeah, don't expect you to run more than 2 per hour, and wasn't expecting me to finish. Yeesh. If I knew, I wouldn't have gone into work at 8 fucking AM, which didn't even matter since the only other guy who could have helped me was in freaking meetings all morning. Grrr. So...someone forgot to tell me that I would need to put food coloring into the water while I was playing with the catheters so I'd be able to see what the water was doing. And...some genius forgot to replenish the food coloring stock in the lab. Ended up using methylene blue which is, for those who don't know, a Very. Good. Stain. Dude. Used for STAINING purposes. And doesn't come out. Yeah. OH, yeah. I was so so so good, too. But Pooh has no luck. Even Luck managed to mock Pooh and have the last laugh. Did I mention my khakis were the really light colored ones? And that it happened while I was cleaning up after my last run of the day?
Yeah. Kick me. So now I've got meth blue all over the lab floor AND I've got tiny blue spots near the cuffs of my NEW pants. I've really grown to love these pants, too. By sheer will, I managed to scrub the dots to a pale blue (matches my sweater, actually, hmm), and if I look really fast, I can't see it. Except, when you know it's there, it just fucks with your mind, you know. Hmm. Wonder if I could return these pants and get them exchanged. "Blue dots? I don't see any blue dots. Oh, those were there already..."
Sadness.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:25 PM ... ||
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
Oops. I'm in trouble. Spent my morning writing my first report. Yay, look at me! I'm a drone! A drone without a real desk or a cubicle, mind you. God, I hate writing reports. Anyway, that sucked up my morning, and I ended up pushing back shit I should have done first because my supervisor is coming back from her training classes tomorrow afternoon and wants to talk to me about my results. Be nice if I had some... D'oh!
Time management, dammit!! I need some of that. I thought I could zip through the tests, but... wouldn't you know it. By the time I started, it was already mid-afternoon, and then I ran into buttloads of equipment problems. Then this other guy who's working on the same project designed an experiment he wanted me to run instead of what I was originally given, except I think I screwed up some of the equipment, and it was already close to 5. And I couldn't find his cubicle anymore to see if he was around. I swear, those goddamn cubicles all look exactly the same, and suddenly, there was a woman sitting in the cubicle he should have been in, and a guy sitting in the next one over, and another guy in the one after that... Dude. So I tried to fix it myself, but I'm pretty sure I screwed it up. And now? No results. I ran one test, but I skipped all the other ones to get to that one (um...not sure how strict they are about that) just so I could have something. I felt like Murphy's Law was smacking me in the face. Bleh. I even stayed until almost 7, thinking I could get a couple of tests done. Nothing doing.
So yeah. I'm basically screwed, because I really didn't even start doing what my supervisor told me to do, and I didn't really get anything done with the new protocol. And looking back on it all, I had almost 10 hours. Eek! What does it all mean? I'm going to voluntarily drag my ass to work really early tomorrow morning, and see if I can catch up. Except with the equipment still screwed up, not sure how that'll happen. Probably will have to skip around the trial runs and hope it's okay since they really should be done in a random order. Hopefully, that guy'll be there early, too, except it means I need to find his cubicle. Oy. Yep, I'm a fucking genius.
Oh, did I mention I think I need to gas up tomorrow morning, too? And for some reason, there's like no gas stations around here. Grrr. Sooooo not my day.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:46 PM ... ||
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Some incoherent thoughts on 24:
~ Noooo, Jack!! Get your ass back on the ground. Just because your name is "Jack" and it pretty much predisposes you to saving the world (see: Bristow, O'Neill, Bauer), doesn't mean you have to be the one flying that plane. (Random babbling: Hmmm. Now I've got 2 FlyboyJacks. Heh.)
~ Kate. Seeing the hotness of the Kief and not wanting him to go on his little suicide mission. Hee.
~ Oh yeah. Definitely something going on between Michelle and the new girl. Too bad Michelle's evil (like Vaughn). She assigns herself to that what'shisface and she keeps touching her chin/lips when she's telling Tony about the translation thingamabob. Isn't that a sign of lying or something? *thinks* Probably 'or something' because I don't pay attention to a lot of things and I like to make shit up. Heh.
~ Kim. Not quite sure what she's been up to the past few episodes (Kevin Dillon, wtf was that all about?), but ya gotta feel bad for her. Possibly losing both parents in the span of a year has got to suck. Especially when your dad looks and sounds like The Kief.
~ Kief crying makes Pooh cry. :'(
~ MASON!! Noooooooooooooo!!! Oh, dear God. Seriously. Why? Whywhywhywhywhy? Okay, so he's either going to die slowly from radiation poisoning, or in a heroic blaze of glory, but DAMMIT! Someone's working on the miracle TV pill. *bawls* Pooh lurves Mason, therefore Mason. Is. Not. Allowed. To. Die. Ever. :( :( :( What a wonderful moment between Kief and Mason. *remembers season 1 Kief/Mason encounters, heh* Ermm...can Mason come back as Evil(or Good)MasonClone(Double or Twin)? And um...for a guy dying in a pretty gross way, how the heck did he manage to stow away on the plane without Jack knowing?
~Exactly when did Kief jump? And how far out from the target site was he, anyway? Because hiding behind a sand dune? I don't think it's going to cut it. I mean, unless he was way out of the blast radius, but it's a nuclear bomb, so that's tricky, no? I really need to start paying attention to the dialogue because I think I'm missing things. Bleh.
~Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!! *sniffle* Mason, nooooo!!! Just. Gah. I miss him already. The complexity of his character, the wonderfulness of his portrayal, the ultimate redemption... *sniff* *sniff*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:01 PM ... ||
Dude.
Or as Trix likes to say: Eeeeeeeeeeep!!! Duuuuuuuuude!
It's all about the Sarkina, baby!! Wooohoooo!! Bring it. NOW.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:22 PM ... ||
A rhetorical question, if you will...
You know what's the best part about working with animal tissue?
NOTHING. Goddamn. Pig, lamb, goat, whatever. STINKS like...oh god...like there's no word for it. Like sweaty feet, armpits, and pee all rolled into one. I can't even smell myself to see if I'm giving off animal uterine tissue odor. Oh god. Nasty. Ack.
Worked 9 hours today. Dude. It's not right to drop a slacker straight into a 50 hour work week (well, if I were full-time). I'm heading straight for burn-out at this rate.
And so...like...
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!
Just read both Trix's and Meg's emails. Meg's email was considerably...well...way more hyper than Trix's. But dude. DUDE. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. I mean, sure, it's kinda flattering to know that we've been linked, but I wanted to be anonymous, dammit!! And come on...it's his official homepage. That means he knows about it. He ... David Anders ... Sark ... DAVID ANDERS!! Right? Kinda? Sorta? Shit. Why do I feel like I was just forcefully pushed over the line between "hobby" and "obsession." Does this mean I actually need to update Exposed? Crap. Holy fuck! Please tell me he wasn't laughing his ass off at us, and that the restraining order hasn't been written yet....
Okay...my head is still spinning. And I don't think I can breathe anymore. No, actually, I'm pretty sure I'm not breathing anymore. Erm, Trix? I'm going to need that paper bag after you're finished with it.
Um...I'd write more, but I think I'm going to go have my heart attack now. Thanks.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:48 PM ... ||
Monday, March 03, 2003
Well, now, this is starting to piss me off...
I can't seem to win a game of Minesweeper, and it's driving me nuts. Because you know what that means: I'm going to keep playing until I win the damn game. And of course, after I win one, I'm going to keep playing until I win again. Damn cycles. Grrr. I think it's the mouse. It's optical, and I have doubts as to whether it was meant for games of speed. Sighness. Solved the big one last night in 120 seconds, but I used to consistently finish the expert level in 90-something seconds, so this is rather distressing.
Maybe I need psychiatric help...
|| posted by Pooh at 5:01 PM ... ||
ARGH *pulls hair out*
Either I'm losing tolerance with tardness or I'm just an impatient old fart. I'm sitting in lab, at the computer, beside That Annoying Lab Guy (yeesh, I really need to come up with a nickname for him). He's doing that clicking thing with his jaw again. *clickclick ... click click ... click ... clickclick* And Mr. Know-It-All-Tech-Guy is making those huffy, puffy, exasperated noises because the printer won't work on the computer he's using. Okay...so the printer is a piece of crap, even though we just got it last year. But it's USB and he just moved the printer cable from my computer to his since apparently, our network is all funky and won't let all the computers print at the same time. The printer should work, and if he thought about it for a second -- seeing how he thinks he's some computer god -- he could easily figure it out. But NO. Instead, he has to make all these noises, trying to get my attention and get me to fix it, but without actually coming out and asking me to help him. What does he do instead? Starts talking to himself, and asking himself questions about how to fix it, but the tone of voice is decidedly aimed towards me. Fucking dumbass.
I could have let him just sit there and stew in his frustration, but "Tech Guy" was all on my nerves. Grrr. I reach over and turn the printer on and off, just in case it's the printer that's all messed up. What does Know-It-All do? Doesn't even thank me. Just sits there looking dazed and tardy. Okay, so it doesn't work, and he has the fucking nerve to ask me "what now?" Dumbass, next logical step is to reboot the computer since these computers are on 24-7 and they always get cranky after a few hours. Seeing how he always likes to butt in and give his lousy 2 cents every time one of us is messing with the computers in the lab, you'd think something as simple as a reboot would have occurred to him. Of course not. Because he's That Annoying Lab Guy Who Thinks He's "THE Shit" But Really Is Just The Shit. Harsh, maybe, but he's been pulling a million of these "quirks" for the past 2 years, and they've been getting worse. Besides, I hate know-it-alls, especially when it's so obvious they don't. Bleh. So the reboot works, and of course, still haven't even heard one tiny little "thanks" from him, the ingrate. Doesn't he realize I could have just let him sit there all day until he gave up, which he probably would have in another half hour?
Ugh. Lab Guy needs a nickname, especially if he's going to always be in lab the same days I am. Freaking bad luck. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:11 PM ... ||
I was supposed to get up around 8 AM. That was before I remembered that the apartment had been sweltering last night because some Genius -- most likely Rabbit -- had the thermostat turned up to 85 degrees (um, excuse me, but we are in Jersey, not in Antarctica) so I had to lower it and open the window a bit to help cool down my room. Yeah, well, I forgot to close the window before bed, which meant I woke up to a really chilly room. Under a wonderfully toasty comforter. And didn't want to get out of bed to close the window because the room was cold. And it was really pretty cozy in bed. So the window stayed open. Starting a vicious cycle. Meaning I didn't get out of bed until a good 2 hours later. *hangs head in shame* I am such a lazy ass.
Last night, there was the familiar sound of frantic knocking on Rabbit's window. Followed by Rabbit running (like her life depended on it, and she's a really noisy runner, knocking things down) for the door to let Wabbit in. Now I know it has nothing to do with the "quality" of the rabbitting. At least, it better not, because if "5 minutes, if lucky" equals "quality," that would be. so. sad. Luckily, I didn't hear anything. Gotta love the headphones and the TV blasting away at the same time. BUT Rabbit (or Wabbit) was gagging (very loudly, pretty gross) from shoving the new electric toy (hehehehe...all right! all right! the damn electric toothbrush) in her (his?) mouth before bed.
And something interesting I found in the fridge last night. Seems like Rabbit was in baking heaven this weekend. There's a good 7 or 8 of those little tupperware containers each filled with a different color of frosting. Knowing her dislike of sugar, they probably taste like cardboard. Hmm. Is there such a thing as sugarless frosting? And if so, how is such a horrible thing allowed to exist in this world? Bad Rabbit!!
Oy. Walked to lab. Maybe we are in Antarctica, or at least somewhere in the vicinity. It's at least -7 outside. BRRRRRRRRRR.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:28 AM ... ||
Sunday, March 02, 2003
Watching 'A Dark Turn'... Rambling invisi-thoughts while it's playing:
~ The elevator scene ~ Um. I'm only a biomedical engineer, not a physicist, but if the elevator is dropping that fast, wouldn't the people inside be up near the ceiling and not being pushed towards the floor? Hmm. Oh, and Sark? R-O-W-R. Dude. As much as I want to see NekkidSark, the all-black ensemble and the coat and gloves? Sexxxxxxxxy. Hot.
~ Irina/Jack ~ Mmmmm.
~ Hockey scene ~ I'm scarred. For life. My favorite sport being treated in this crappy way. GRRRR. For those who think S/V were really cute with Vaughn trying to teach Syd how to play hockey, I suggest you watch The Cutting Edge. Doug Dorsey and Kate Mosely were way hotter, way cuter, and way sexier. Toepick!!! ETA: Ahhhh!!! How could I forget?!? Yeesh! S/V could ask Kendall about the Dorsey/Mosely Real Hockey Lovin'!! Dude. Forgot the man was in that movie. Heh.
~ Irina/Marshall ~ Hee!!! Just. Hee!!
~ Richard Lewis ~ Not bad. Actually, pretty good. I'm pleasantly surprised. And hee, bringing up the Irina thing as an example of people not being what they seem? Awesome. Because Vaughn? So fucking evil.
~ Weiss ~ Yum. Why couldn't Syd fall for him?
~ Irina in the club ~ Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. So, can I have her babies now? Jack needs to just jump her. Especially after she kicked all those guys' asses.
~ Guy with the knife in the club ~ Dude? You stole Bishop's act. Game over, man. Give him back his knife.
~ Jack/Irina SpySex ~ Oh. Man. There's a million sparks just when they hold hands. What's going to happen when there's actual physical nekkid contact? *THUD*
~ Vaughn ~ Evil. And yes, please shower. Phewww! Nasty foot fungus.....
~ Will/Francie ~ Still looks like RF to me. *shrug* Will. Hooooooot. Especially with that hair. Hee. Gotta love the messy hair. Weeeeeeeee!!! NekkidWillFrancie in bed. Rowr! Sidenote: If I woke up to find Vaughn in my kitchen, I'd crawl back in bed; no one should be forced to deal with that in the morning. Blech.
~ Jack/Irina ~ Damn. So much J/I in this ep. Are the writers trying to kill me? Because I'll die happily now with this much sexual tension and hotness onscreen. This is what it should be like in every single episode, dammit. Hmmm. Strange look Irina gave that Rambaldi manuscript thing, like she was way too excited to see it, and not just on a CIA level. More like on a personal, secretly evil, kind of way.
~ Syd ~ is a fucking blabbermouth. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. WHY are you giving Vaughn the head's up? He's EVIL, dammit. Look at that stunt he pulled with the ol' "I was going to give you the key to my apartment (and to my heart and soul)" trick. And you allowed yourself to be manipulated by it. Sucker.
~ Sark/Sloane ~ "Seems like Irina was seen..." Blah blah. Sark totally knew.
~ Jack/Kendall ~ Hee. I love these two together.
~ Syd/Irina ~ Notice how Irina doesn't answer Syd's question about whether or not Irina thinks she'll be able to get Sloane. Dude. Irina? So working with Sloane, but hopefully still having SpySex with Jack in the future.
~ Will/Francie hypnosis ~ If Francie is really evil, she's still one lucky gal. She gets to see Will nekkid and have sex with him. Unfair. Poor Will. He's going to be both Francie and Sark's bitch. Heh.
~ Even MORE Jack/Irina ~ Dude. Jack taking the tracker out of Irina's shoulder? Totally a metaphor for SpySex. And HELLO!! SPYSEX, BABY!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! *THUD* *ouch* EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *THUD* Finally. REAL SpySex. S/V should take notes.
~ Vaughn ~ Still. Fucking. Evil. I don't care what he "says" or "does." I want to believe that Vartan can pull off the ambiguously grey character. I want to, but I don't. Even so, I'm still going to hold onto the thought that he's evil. Makes his scenes seem at least a tad bit more interesting (even though they're really ... you know ... not).
~ Sydney ~ Thy name is Gullible. Because Vaughn is EVIL!!! You just don't want to believe that you're stupid enough to be sleeping with The Bad, and you're getting played. La la la la. Shut up, everyone. I like my own Reality.
~ Sark/Irina ~ Totally still working together. It's an act!! It's an act!! Irina was totally trying not to smile while Sark was doing his spiel. There's no way that after Sark and Irina have been working together for so long, that they wouldn't know each other well enough to be on some telepathic level. And wow. Irina looked hot. Like she was in her 20's. And Sark? Yum. Mee. God, I love that hair. Can I just run my fingers through that....*cough* um...sorry. Hee! Oh, right. Back to Irina/Sark. Totally working together. Like Sark was driving like that for no reason. He totally knew. And Irina was sitting all like "whatever" in the back. Um...that tunnel trick? Yeah. That's OLD, although I wouldn't mind seeing Sark on his hands and knees with Jack coming up behind him. (Erm... not meant to be dirty. Really). DAMN. That hair!! And those reflexes with the gun. *SWOON*
~ EF ~ Oh, oops. EF and Sloane on the phone together. Hmm.
~ Oooh, pretty Post-Its ~ Sucker!!! But poor poor poor Jack. :(
The best thing about this ep? Less time for Vaughn, and the hog's screentime rightfully going to Jack and Irina, who actually deserve to be onscreen. Too little Sark, but not complaining because really, it was all about the Jack/Irina.
What Pooh wants:
~~ Sark desperately needs to get with the SpySex with anyone. Right now? Even though I love the Jack/Irina sexage, I wouldn't mind a bit of the Sarkina. Heh.
~~ I want Sloane and Irina working together, with Sark, only Sark's really working with Jack. Can I have that? Please? Or if Sark/Sloane/Irina are working together, I want Jack to be bad, and reluctantly grooming Vaughn to be Badass#2. Why, yes. I am delusional. Wanna make a biggie out of it? :P
I miss Jenai and the snarking and the EvilVaughn plots. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 PM ... ||
Hee!!
It's Mrs. Kim!! Emily Kuroda was in this afternoon's Mac, playing a lawyer for the Phoenix Foundation. She was purty and decidedly un-Mrs. Kim-like. Dude. Has anyone not guested on that show? Weee!
And thanks, Vlada, for trying to make me feel better. LOL. I'm psycho. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 8:59 PM ... ||
Grrrr. Damn Blogger!! Messing with my margins on my monitor. Hopefully, it doesn't look quite as screwed up on yours, because it won't let me fix it on mine.
*kicks Blogger*
Sigh.
It's starting off as a great day. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:43 AM ... ||
Finally got to sit down and read through this week's (March 7, 2003) Entertainment Weekly...
Noooooooooooo!!!
Television: "Winner" (quotes courtesy of Pooh) of the Week: Jared Padalecki -- Alexis Bledel's Rory dumped him as Dean on Gilmore Girls, but the young actor lassoed the title role in The WB's much-anticipated remake of MacGyver.
"Much-anticipated"? By whom????? >:(
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No.
Just NO!!!
Jared Padalecki is no RDA, and he is definitely not MacGyver. The W(F'ing)B needs to quit messing with remakes of classic TV shows, and also needs to STOP recycling their "actors." If they found an unknown, or went back in time to get YoungRDA...maybe. But Dean? DEAN?? No fucking way. And yes, I am worked up about this, and hoping it ends up like CMM's shows and never makes it to screen. Bastards!!
Great, now I can't pretend Trix was just screwing with me. HMPH.
Meggy, my SugarBear, please come online so we can console each other.
*******
Also in the same issue, in The Shaw Report: In -- Alias backlash.
Heh.
Heh.
Heh.
Okay, that's mean of me, and totally uncalled for.
But heh.
*kicks computer* That's what happens when the first attempt at dl'ing 'A Dark Turn' for 2 hours ends up with a corrupted file, requiring me to spend another few hours trying to download it again. Hopefully, it'll work this time. I want my Sark, dammit. And my Jack/Irina. And NekkidWill. Grrrr.
And now it's all rainy and yucky and blah outside. So I will go console myself over the travesty the WB is trying to bring upon us by waiting patiently for the Alias ep and for the *real* Mac to come on TVLand in a few hours.
Bah.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:38 AM ... ||
Saturday, March 01, 2003
It was about 25% mysterical and 75% BITE ME BITE ME BITE ME!!
You know that Friends ep where Ross buys a new couch? Yeah, that was my life today, except he had it better. For the record, PoohSis is no Ross (not even a diagram about how to move the damn couch, and I'm wondering whether she knows how to use a ruler, but more on that later), and Pooh is no Monica (worked housestaff for 3 years as an undergrad, but 4 years of inactivity has made me soft). Yes, you heard it here. Pooh. Is. Soft. *grumble*
Sis was moving into her new apartment in NYC. *refrains from cussing her out, knowing the reasons behind the move* Is mental illness contagious? I'm seriously doubting the sanity in my family, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who got the Organizational Genes, because half of today was a big waste of time. *mutters under breath* The sis drove me absolutely bonkers today. Got yanked out of bed at 7:30AM just so her bf could come get us so we could pick up the moving van, go to bf's mom's apartment to get the couch, drive down to Delaware to swap couches with the bf and pick up some crap the sis left there (WHY does she need her DVD player on the first night there????), then drive back to our house to pick up some more of her crap and grab some lunch. We get home around 2PM, after 4 hours total of being in transit. Oh, and I had to sit in the back with the crap, but there was space on the couch (surprisingly comfy) and I fell asleep. Heh.
Sis harrassed the brother to come with us to the city to move everything into the apartment. Now...let me stop here to rant about how the sis kept bitching about how she doesn't like her new apartment (because honestly? it was kinda crappy, but I'm not allowed to say anything out loud about it unless I have something nice to say -- this is why I'm blogging, instead), and yet when we get there and make honest observations (ie, you can only fit one person in the kitchen at a time, the bathroom's even smaller so that's about half a person at a time, the wood floors are all warped, and the bedroom is the only nice room in the entire place), she gets all pissed and tries to manipulate us into reassuring her that she did the right thing in taking that apartment. My big problem? Who in their right mind moves in the middle of winter? Because winter coats? SO not the right apparel for heavy lifting and maneuvering. And I don't understand why she couldn't have waited to see some more apartments. It's not like she's in a real hurry, or that she desperately needs to be in the city. Her biggest thing, that she kept reminding us and getting all enthusiastic about? That there was a Blockbusters a block away. Dude. DUDE. I wanted to bitchslap her so badly when she kept going on about that. Big. Friggin. Deal. It's not like there isn't a Blockbusters near our house, either. Grrr. AND!!! She kept going on about how she has male friends from work who live in the city, yet on moving day, who does she drag with her to move her shit? Her boyfriend, our 15 year old brother, and me. What's the point of having great friends if you can't USE them? ARGH! And it wasn't even like they were busy. The dumbbutt never even asked them. WTF? And before she bribed our bro to come with us, she was only expecting the bf and Pooh to move her shit. With the PoohBro there, she did even less work. What was she doing while we were moving her crap? Chatting with any neighbors who were out and about, and talking on her cell with her "friends" about how today was moving day. AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!! Oh wait, I think she lifted a finger to bring some pillows up. Fucking useless sister.
Okay, so the PoohSis has the mindset of Ross, which means she's a dumbass. I am not freakishly strong like Monica, but the PoohBro was. Kinda. The apartment was on the 3rd floor, which meant really narrow corridors, and really narrow and STEEP stairs. Most of her crap was relatively easy to move, although she was bringing all sorts of little crap items with her that she could have taken her time in bringing since she's still going to be living at home this week. The couch... The couch was HUGE. Not incredibly heavy, but huge. And here is where the tardness comes into play. I TOLD her that when she looked at apartments, she should bring a tape measure or something to get a feel for how wide things were. She doesn't listen. Ever. When I mentioned my doubts about the couch, she blew it off, and said everything would fit.
Well, ok, genius. Everything, in fact, DOES NOT fit. At all. We got the friggin couch all the way up to her apartment. (Dude. Pain. Lots of it.) And that's where everything went to hell. It's a standard sized door, which opens directly into the kitchen (where you barely hit the stove when the door opens), then there's a little doorway to the livingroom. Um. Hello? Even the PoohBro was like "WTF, there's no room to pivot the huge couch in here." Oh, we tried. Believe me, we tried, but you do not mess with the engineer of the family, and when Pooh says there's no way in hell that couch is going in, there really is no. way. in. hell. We tried all sorts of configurations, maneuvers, etc. We tried to take the door down, but only got 3 screws out of the hinge because the rest were jammed in there and probably bent. Even a neighbor walked by and noted that the couch was rather large.
That was over an hour of my time. Spent JUST on the fucking couch. We didn't even get to the city until 3:30PM. Hello?? Who does all their moving in the late afternoon? And did she believe me when I told her that there's still rush hour in the city on Saturdays? Of course not. But she did believe me afterwards, when it took us an hour and a half to get home when it normally only takes half an hour. Fucking tard. So the couch wouldn't budge, and the bro and I kept asking her if she's ever heard of Ikea. OR if she knew about this great invention called a tape measure that would have saved us all the headache of getting that fucking couch all the way up to the 3rd floor and then all the way back down again. So now the bf has a crappy couch because he was nice enough to let my sis have the better couch. Only we just decided to screw it, and took the couch to the bf's mom's apartment and left it there. They're selling the apartment, so all that furniture is just going to get thrown out. Felt bad for the bf since he gave up the nicer couch for no reason at all.
We didn't get home until after 7PM. That's about 12 hours of just being in transit and wasting my time moving couches. ARGH. When I finally move out of the dorms and the parents' house, I'm not getting any furniture that can't be taken apart. Today was just one big hassle, and I was ready to find a chainsaw and break that couch in two just to get it in there so we could go home. And what the hell is wrong with having a futon? It comes apart, it pulls out into a bed, it works as a couch. But noooooo...it's NOT a couch!! I swear, she's like the most materialistic, prissyass ever. Bleh. So after she dropped us back home, she and the bf left to go back to the apartment to do a little cleaning and assembling. She's got a $100 TV stand/entertainment center, but she was bitching about shelling out a few bucks just to get a futon for the living room.
I'm sick of it. Sick of it!! Dammit. And now I'm starting to feel the pain in my shoulders and back. Argh. Must stop ranting now before I give myself an ulcer.
Where's RWabbit? Ranting about them always leaves me with warm fuzzies. Ranting about the sis just makes me want to kick her. Grrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:21 PM ... ||