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
Feelinī mellow
Donīt give it up
Donīt wanna stop
Donīt wake me up
Donīt wake me up if Iīm dreaminī
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