Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Home at last!
Has anyone ever been so hungry their stomach starts to hurt? I have. Still hurting now even though I'm eating. Granted, I'm eating crap....
Staying late at work sucks. Especially when no one is around. Well, not that I would know. One other person was there, but we didn't really talk too much because she was really busy so it was almost as if I were alone. No wait... There was another girl there, too, but she was really quiet and I didn't know her. Sigh. So.. boring. On the other hand, I got to play with two gallons of Cidex. Toxic, but a really cool neon green color. Heh.
HEEE!! Nieds just ended up in the net. Too bad he didn't score on that play. S'okay because he can score with me anytime. We don't even have to tell his wife. LOL.
Am not watching DC. Am not watching DC. Am not... phew. VCR is recording. I mean... shut up.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:23 PM ... ||
BAWLS
I'm stuck at work!! I'm stuck at work!! *cries*
Supervisor Carrie decided I should run an experiment about an hour before I was going to leave. *sniffle* Only it took half an hour to set up. And now I'm sitting here waiting for it to finish in an hour. After that, I have to rinse everything, clean up, etc - another beautiful hour!! *weeps*
I don't care about overtime anymore. I'm starving; the cafeteria is closed; I wanna go home. :(
Oh, and the friend finally got a call back from that stupid apartment lady. Oh, yeah. No more apartments left. Well, you know what, BIOTCH? If you had been in your fucking office when you were supposed to be there the 3 times the friend actually shlepped over there to find you, and the four times I called... WE WOULD BE IN A MUCH BETTER MOOD RIGHT NOW, and you wouldn't run the risk of having me go over there and slash your tires or sugar your tank.
As it is, I'm stuck here at work. So be grateful you're getting off easy, stinky apartment lady.
Damn. I'm hungry. And I don't feel so hot. And my allergies are really bad today. *bawls some more* Thank God DC is on tonight. Uhh... I mean... I don't watch that crap. Whatever. Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:23 PM ... ||
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
There should be a ban on all phone calls whenever a good TV show is on.
Sis called during '24' and then I was busy bitchsmacking the brother for not getting me the info for his summer school. Dammit. I need to know when I absolutely have to be settled into an apartment since he'll be staying with me. As a result, not much '24' blabbering. Bet you're all glad about that, huh? Hmph.
Just a couple of random thoughts about '24':
~ Kiefer. Barefoot. You know... I have this thing about feet (*shudder*), but I really didn't mind his. Nope. Not. One. Bit.
~ The VP is an ass. Mike is an ass. Palmer did rock so very hard (I really think this has more to do with his voice and delivery than anything to do with the script, but whatevs), until I remembered that he surrounded himself with asses. Therefore? Lynne needs to come back and bitchsmack Mike, and Palmer needs to get himself a Leo, a Toby, and a Josh.
~ Tony was hot. Especially when he was working those crutches. And the voice? Is he trying to compete with the Kief to see who will win the Bedroom Voice O' Sexage competition? Because, dude... *swoon* (unless I was actually paying more attention to the bro on the phone. Then... ewwwww. *squick*)
~ Kiefer/Kim. Incest is best. Dude. How wrong is it that Kiefer's voice is THAT DAMN SEXY even when he's talking to his daughter? Seriously, it's like the only time I ever wish I could be Kim. "Sweetheart," "I love you, too, baby," and that SMILE! Oh. Man. Maybe it's just me and my frustration with Kate's inability to jump Kief that makes me think he's got way more chemistry with Kim than with the WomanWhoJustWillNotRipOffAllOfKiefer'sClothes. Sigh. Anyway, it was an awww moment because Kiefer was just so... radiating. LOL. HappyKief = HappyPooh.
~ Ok, well... Kate's trying to win me over with that hug scene. Damn. Just... damn. The SEX in Kiefer's voice? *melts into puddle of goo* And the way he kept playing with her hair? Duuude. (*cough* totally ashamed of myself, but since I had P/J on the brain all week, I couldn't help but flash to 'The Anti-Prom' when P played with J's hair, and you know... while Kief is hotter than P just because he carries around a gun and isn't afraid to use it, they're both remarkably similar characters in that neither one of their "women" deserve them. And that's all I'm going to say about that. *cough*) And then the "Be careful" ... "Thanks. I will be" with that confident smile? Eeeeee, baby. I lurve my Jack. :-*
~ The non-suspense of the vote? Eh. We all knew it was going to be a tie until the final person got to vote. We all knew it was going to go badly for Palmer, not just because of the way the guy started explaining his vote before he even voted, but because Kief had yet to arrive at Hewitt's place. They're taking the "just missed" phenomenon to some pretty dumbass extremes (much like how Alias is constantly starting each ep with that stupid flashback device). If it's not someone's cell phone, it's a damn vote, or some other lameass stalling technique.
~ EEEK!!! Sherry!!!!!!
~ The only thing that could make this show better? NINA. (Or Mason, because we all know he's really still alive....)
A random thought unrelated to '24':
Willem Dafoe is hot.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:28 PM ... ||
More...
1. Lying down on the couch, or stretching out on a recliner?
Lying down on the couch.
2. Going barefoot or wearing soft slippers?
Depends, but mostly socks.
3. Eating ice cream, or pizza?
Both, but more pizza.
4. Watching on TV...a classic movie or a reality show?
Same as One: Anything but reality tv.
5. Wearing: blue jeans or sweat pants?
Jeans
6. A long, soothing bubble bath or a quick, invigorating shower?
Long shower. Unless Sark/Jack/Jack/Jack is providing the bubble bath.
7. Furniture: leather, or something more on the fuzzy side?
In-between, but not leather. Too sticky in summer.
8. Soft, classical music, or upbeat rock & roll?
Anything and everything.
9. Darkness or light?
Darkness, until my lazy ass gets up and turns on the lights.
10. Thought-provoking question of the week: You get married, or otherwise begin cohabitating with a significant other. S/he moves into your place, but brings with them the UGLIEST chair you have ever seen! Do you: grin and bear it, or scheme to get rid of the monstrosity somehow?
Hide it in a dark corner in a little used room then chuck it when redecorating. Oops. Didn't think you wanted it anymore....
|| posted by Pooh at 7:56 PM ... ||
Do I get worker's comp for that?
So yeah... I'm a klutz, but it was totally not my fault.
For the record, wheeled swivel chairs and floors that are waxed and polished nightly do not mix well. Add in some really smooth vinyl/pleather/whatever seat covers and khakis... voila! Swooshy!Splat!Pooh every time I tried to sit down. The only reason why I don't land on my ass more often is because I'm usually pretty prepared for The Slide.
Then, on the way to the other lab, almost sprained my ankle while cutting through the parking lot to the other building. Stupid sidewalk curbs.
Finally, no one told me it was drizzling outside when I went to get lunch. By cutting through the parking lot. While wearing a dark blue shirt. That ended up all splotchy and really quite unprofessional-like. Blech.
Someone needs to do a study
Had a bigass department meeting with one of the new head honchos of the company today so everyone could do mini-presentations on all their projects. Projects were interesting, but what I really want to know is how almost 2/3 of the people there were dressed in blue shirts and khakis? Ugh. Me, included. That's just freaky.
Quizzies
From One. Took this one twice to get something different from everyone else since I got "Double Agent" first:
What Type of Villain are You?
mutedfaith.com /
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Oh god. Blaming everyone else for my EVILNESS? Especially my parents? Isn't that Syd's excuse? :P
From Rach:
Best places for me to live as recommended by Findyourspot.com
Baltimore, Maryland
Providence, Rhode Island
New Haven, Connecticut
Boston, Massachusetts
Hartford, Connecticut
Annapolis, Maryland
Oakland, California
Cambridge, Massachusetts
San Francisco, California
Stamford-Norwalk, Connecticut
Gaithersburg, Maryland
Washington, DC
San Diego, California
Orange County, California
Little Rock, Arkansas
Charleston, West Virginia
Frederick, Maryland
Danbury, Connecticut
San Jose, California
Long Beach, California
Portland, Oregon
New Orleans, Louisiana
Worcester, Massachusetts
Albuquerque, New Mexico
Hmm. Now I just need to find a job.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:15 PM ... ||
Monday, April 28, 2003
See? It's All Coming Together
Woohoo! It worked! Look, Rach! Put an idea out there and someone will organize it for you. LOL.
Alias Freaks Convention 2003
Gotta love someone for taking the initiative. ;)
Must... Sexify... Blog...
I'm doing something for myself. Well, okay, not that I don't do everything just to please myself, but...
This is for everyone, too, unless you don't care, then the guys are just for me. :P
Ugh. Before I confuse myself even more....
Cocked and Ready
I Want One of Him!
Aww... The Grin
|| posted by Pooh at 11:24 PM ... ||
Sometimes, my sister knows just what to do
I'm good now. Sorta. Still looking for that Great Hug, but until Sark/Jack/Jack/Jack become real, or Kiefer and John come to visit me, I guess I'll just settle for the Dunkin Donuts coffee my sister got me. LOL. I can be so easily placated sometimes.
But thank you to everyone who tried to make me feel better. I lurve you all so much. *hugs* *kisses*
And now....
Let's all stop dwelling on the Tardness of the world. *off to find cute guy pics* Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:44 PM ... ||
Because I'm only in the mood for purely superficial things right now...
Will the owner of an H202i@hotmail addy, who added me to their MSN list, please email me and let me know who you are? I want to make sure you're not a tard before I let you have access to the wonderful Pooh.
Still on the search for that one great big hug that will make me feel better....
|| posted by Pooh at 3:07 PM ... ||
I'm hurt *cries*
Dude. A poster at AU ripped into One and me because we don't worship at the altar of S/V. And then she had the nerve to insinuate that our "hate" for S/V was a direct attack on all shippers, and that mods shouldn't be allowed their own opinion. I'm sorry if it came out that way, but why is it that people have a hard time grasping the idea that there are many people out there who can't stand S/V? She even posted that "everyone" already knows how we feel, so we should just... stop... I guess. Huh? I'm only allowed to make fun of S/V once but every shipper is allowed to go on and on about how beautifully moving the S/V ship is?
If so, then fine. I can deal with that, because I respect other people's opinions. A lot of the people I've met through blogdom don't share my dislike of Vaughn or of S/V, but I still love them because they're entitled to their opinions, no matter how harshly they might express them. Why? Because I KNOW that even if they rip into Sark or Jack, or gloat about S/V, it's not a personal attack on ME. Well... unless y'all being really subtle and I'm too dense to figure it out, which may be the case. Besides, your blogs are the ones I skip every morning... just kidding. :P And I HOPE that those same people aren't offended by my snarking on Vaughn, Syd, and S/V in every single episode. If you are... I apologize in advance and please let me know. So I can snark on you. LOL. J/K. Honest.
You know... this "shocking twist" in the finale better be DAMN GOOD, because I'm getting SICK and TIRED of dealing with people. In general. Not just tards. People. Right now, everyone should just fuck off, because I've just about had it.
What did we do? What did we DO? We merely stated that we hated the ending to "Countdown," and that it left a very (very very very very) bad taste in our mouths. I can't help it if I was offended by the spoonfeeding. I KNOW there's people out there who weren't, and I applaud them for overlooking something that I could not. It's not like we were the only ones expressing the sentiment. I'm sorry that I've had such high expectations for the show and am severely disappointed in S/V. I'm sorry that I'm a bitch (my father was cold and distant, and my mother also found it hard to express her love... heh). I'm sorry that I found it necessary to give my opinion on my own (well...) board. (Just because I'm all sorry and stuff, and afraid you're all disappointed in me, doesn't mean I want to have a love orgy, okay? Just saying. :P) I'm sorry if that meant we were bashing JJ, the writers, Vartan, Garner, the caterers, their mothers and fathers, their siblings, George Bush, Saddam, Osama, the sun, birds, and God. *rollseyes* Seriously. Just....
OUCH
Hell, if that was very mean of us, then she shouldn't go anywhere near my "recaps," which are a million times harsher than anything I would ever post anywhere else outside of this blog. But really... if they want to change everything that makes us us, why don't they just start their own board? It's not that hard. Or if people don't like it there, why don't they just leave? Heck, even I'M leaving AU soon. And you know... this is the first time I'll actually admit it, but Thank God. *rejoices, shouting 'hallelujah' from the roof of apartment*
From now on, I'm going to be one with Blake. At least my opinion will be respected there. Oh, wait....
Sigh
And now I'm all pissy and upset and I need to go find someone to hug.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:50 PM ... ||
The best way to wake up in the morning, other than in the arms of (pick one... or all) Sark/Kiefer/Pacey/Jack/Jack/Jack, is to wake up laughing. And thanks to Trix and One, I've been doing that all morning. If the GoobBoyScoutVaughn icon shows up at AU, too, I'm going to die laughing.
Dudes, the "recap" wasn't meant to be funny. It's just something I do because I'm a bitter, bitter, bitter woman. So of course, the target of most of my snarking is the one I love best: Vaughn. He's hot. He's wonderful. He's sexy. He sheds clothing at the drop of a hat. And he can feed me ice cream anytime. Rowrrr!
Rach - No matter what anyone might say, you are not a bad influence. *runs out to restock the alcohol supply*
Alias Freak Convention 2003
In order for this to work, someone needs to pick a weekend. Then we can figure out numbers and locations. Um... I mean, Rach can figure it out. LOL. It's too bad our first attempt to get our freak on together for the season finale fell through. I have a feeling it would have been... spectacular.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:04 AM ... ||
Hopefully, it'll still be up by the time "normal" people wake up and do their round of blog checks, but EVERYONE needs to check out Trix's new icon. Boy Scout Vaughn.
It's pure genius. F'ing hilarious. Heh.
Hmm. You know, one of these days, I'm actually going to go to bed at a reasonable hour...
|| posted by Pooh at 3:19 AM ... ||
It just gets better and better
Yes, I had issues with the whole spoonfeeding each other ice cream crap at the end of "Countdown." But that's TV. I'm supposed to snark at that.
What is NOT cool is Vaughn - or some equally lameass tard - helping themselves to MY ice cream. Decided I needed something incredibly fattening and... well, fattening... to help me get over the ickness of that ridiculous last scene. Got my ice cream - Godiva Caramel Vanilla, which is usually way too sweet and was only purchased because it was on sale - and settled back in for some more snarking. Opened the carton. And... WTF. Someone totally ate from it. And of course, since I'm senile, I couldn't remember if it had been me. I'm pretty sure I never opened this particular pint of ice cream. In fact, I just finished another one this week, and I don't recall eating any since then.
That means....
It's the usual three suspects. It's difficult to tell when it might have happened, but OtherGirl went home for the weekend and SR keeps her ice cream separate from everyone else's. Rabbit's got 4 cartons of ice cream, two of which are practically empty and two that are not, sitting on the lower shelf of the freezer. I keep mine on the top shelf above hers. How does someone "forget" whether or not they had ice cream in the freezer? Or which ones are theirs, for that matter. I'd still be questioning my senility and sanity if I hadn't tried some of it, and dude... now I KNOW I did not have any before today.
GRRRR. I have no hope that anyone will admit to it. Oh, well. I just don't understand why this person couldn't just ask me to try some. And if it ends up being Wabbit... I don't mind sharing my eggs or my bread or my cold cuts or the butter or the mayo or whatever, but when it comes to soda and ice cream... there's a line that just isn't crossed without permission. How hard is it to ASK FIRST? Argh!
You can bet I took my marker out to the kitchen with me and labeled all my stuff. Did I mention how much I'm looking forward to having my own apartment? Because I am. Very much.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:54 AM ... ||
Sunday, April 27, 2003
*breathy* Oh... My... Alias
BWAHAHAHA.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Oh.
My.
God.
*pokes eyes out*
*sticks forks in ears*
The Previews:
~ Irina tasers Syd's stupid ass. Woohoo!
~ Is it me or is Vaughn looking very Sark-like in the black suit, black shirt, and the Sark hair? Methinks it's because Vaughn? EVIL!!! Or he's related to Sark, his much cooler, hotter, sexier badass younger brother.
~ Dixon is one badass mofo.
~ Sloane. Yum.
~ Um, someone decided to rip off "24" and their NekkidBondageKiefer.
If the shocking twist comes in the last 2 minutes, will it really be necessary to watch all 2 hours? Hmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:15 PM ... ||
A fine time to be productive
That's it. No more all-nighters. They're very dangerous. Not just to my health, but to my mental state.
Things I did today (due to lack of sleep and a day-long brain fart):
~ Went to the supermarket. Actually purchased healthy food. Gah.
~ Cleaned the kitchen.
~ Went through the apartment and did some selective cleaning.
~ Read a chapter in my huge book.
~ Took a walk around the campus. No running yet, but I did see some guys jogging. If they were cuter and more my type, I would have asked them if I could chase them around the campus. Hey... everyone needs some kind of motivation to run. And apparently, I need to since someone suggested that I might have a massive ass. HMPH!
~ Watched Alias and some more shippy videos (um... let's just ignore that last one).
~ Put a batch of chocolate chip cookies (tube, ok, who has time to be Rabbit on Alias Sunday?) in the oven.
~ Made dinner (well, in a few minutes).. with veggies and everything. Ugh.
Phew. I'm pooped. If I had more sleep, or didn't go to bed so late, none of those things would have happened. Stupid brain. Sleep-deprivation actually makes me productive. Go figure.
What no one has been waiting for
Well, too bad. I'm going to subject every single pathetic person who reads this blog to my incoherent Alias snarking. No one will be spared (especially Vaughn). Well... except Sark, because he's perfect. ADDED: This was way longer than I intended for it to be. Sowwy. It also got a little... bitchier... near the end. Really sorry about that. Forgive me. I'm still coasting on just a few hours of sleep. :P
Previously:
~ Dixon rolled over for Sloane (on the tape, stupid, so Sloane could see Dixon's face, der)
~ Francie was a badass mama
Now:
I haven't paid any attention to the opening credits in forever. Did they change it? Hmm.
~ Brandon ~ Now we have the NSA involved? Dude. How about we throw in a couple more acronyms? Maybe they'll need someone from the IRS, the FDA, the NIH, the DOD... hey, we don't really know what Rambaldi was up to, right? Better safe than sorry. Back to Brandon, or whatever his name is... Why does he look so familiar??? I like him. Very no-nonsense. Here's hoping he kicks some Syd ass while he's there.
~ The dates on p. 94 of the manuscript ~ Don't think I won't try to find some kind of pattern or hidden message in them. :P
~ Danny Trejo ~ He's cool, but all his bad guys just seem so... similiar. Sigh.
~ Kendall ~ Where are you??
~ Dixon ~ He doesn't even have to say anything, and you know exactly what he's thinking, what he's feeling, what he's going through. Such a powerful and intense performance. He cannot die. Ever. Dixon, dude, spread the love; pass out the drugs. Whoa! Psycho!Dixon is my new lover. Dude, he was just... crazy. Hot damn. Mmmm. Vicodin. Good stuff. Psst, Dixon, Vaughn's your jackass tattler; go get that rat bastard. While you're at it, stop breaking my heart, and don't ever pull a bridge stunt again, dammit. He needs a hug. C'mere, Dixon.
Okay.... the C4 thing? (Taking place in what reminded me of the location for the Lennox/Lennox confrontation.) Yeah. First, knew the guy would spill with just a few seconds left. This is TV, after all. Second, the not-C4 thing was done on SG1 so whatever. Third, why the hell would Dixon blow everyone up? He may be psycho now, but it's a controlled insanity. Pffft. Never doubt my new lover. Besides, even if the C4 were real, I have serious doubts as to whether or not Vaughn could have actually hit Dixon despite the clear line of shot, and they would have all died anyway. Which, if you think about it, wouldn't have been so bad. Would have gotten rid of Syd and Vaughn in one try, though I would have mourned Dixon. :(
~ Barnett ~ Nice hair cut. You look a million times better. Too bad I still hate you. And could you please not sound like you're reading off a teleprompter when you're speaking?
~ Will ~ Where are you? *cries*
~ Carrie ~ At first I was going to rip on her for crying on her first day on the job (a la Christine Phillips), but she actually has a good reason to cry. Besides, I like her. She's cute. She's smart. She's got chemistry with Marshall.
~ Marshall ~ Just. Too. Cute. Hee! Dude, you are so getting some. And did I spy Jealous!Syd? Sure, she might have been teasing you, but we all know she's hot for you. Go, Marshall.
Why yes, I actually did know that Hitler was a painter. In fact, there's a movie coming out soon, and John is in it. Heh.
~ Conrad ~ He is soooo (the horror! the horror!) Rambaldi. Well, he looks old enough to be Rambaldi, anyway.
~ Sloane ~ Is. Hot. And. A. Badass. My heart broke for him when he confronted Conrad. His outburst on being forced astray from the CIA and into betraying all those he loved, leads me to believe that he really isn't evil. Besides, we all know Syd's the Real EVIL. And nooooooooo!! What's up with people always giving Sloane papers and the audience never being allowed to see what's on them? Grrrrr.
~ Jack ~ I love you. You're perfect. Don't change. Unless, of course, it's to be even more evil than you already are. LOVED the Vaughn smackdown, but then again, you do it so often and so well.
~ Francie ~ Where are you? *bawls*
~ Vaughn ~ Um, Vaughn...? The "just rolled out of bed after having sex" hair may be cute (and I use that word loosely) when you're at home snuggling with the Greatest Evil The World Has Ever Known (Syd), but when you're at work... Dude. Brush your hair. Oh... now you're making a judgement call that maybe Dixon isn't fit for field work? You... Mr. Desk Jockey? Who was allowed to go out in the field even though you were under investigation? I'm sorry, but that's pretty fresh for SuperVaughn. Even a doped up Dixon is a hundred times more useful than you are, not to mention still way better in the field. *smack*
OH, NO, HE DIDN'T!! "Why are you fighting me on this?" Duuuude? You're lucky Jack didn't rip you a new one. I'm still waiting for him to shoot you in the face.
Shut up, loser.
Vaughn to see the shrink. What took you so long? I'm getting really sick of your holier than thou attitude. For your sake, you better be EVIL because you're pissing me off in ways that no one - not even Dawson, that ass in my lab, or the guy in college who convinced himself that I was hot for him - has ever pissed me off.
Bwahahaha! "He makes one mistake out there, he can get you killed." Oh, man. Hilarious. That's pretty rich coming from a desk jockey who's done nothing but get Syd in trouble every time they're on a mission together. And without the excuse of drugs. Shut the hell up. Although... I have to say that this AssholeVaughn is looking pretty hot right now. Heh.
BWAHAHA! Vaughn's codename is "Boyscout." Oh. Man. Is this new, or has he always used that name? Maybe this is just the first time I actually paid attention to anything that has to do with Vaughn. My bad. Won't ever happen again.
~ Irina ~ WHERE ARE YOU????? Dammit.
~ Sydney ~ Oops. Almost forgot to put you on the list for snarking. Your mission in Guadalajara... very Irina-like, but still not as badass. I was going to say something about the accent, but... I'm just too tired to deal with you. Um... LMAO at the swordplay. *cough* Oh, for goodness sake! Vaughn pulls the big macho man shit and you're more than willing to forgive him? Wtf? Ugh. Just... go away already. Please.
~ The end scene ~ Because it deserves it own special brand of snark. Oh, dear God. They're feeding each other. If they start dressing alike, I'm outta here. "Dixon is going to be okay." SHUT. "He admitted what he did." THE. "He turned himself in." FUCK. "That matters to Personnel" UP!! And don't think I didn't see that smarmy, assy, smug look on your face. OH. MY. GOD! You know what, Syd? You need to just shut up, too. "I knew he changed his results, and I didn't say anything to Barnett. Or you." (Ok, you have every right to tell him what you did after the fact, but you are not obligated to apologize for not telling him. It was none of his fucking business anyway.) No, really. Shut up. "My parents were absent when I was growing up. I never had anyone to disappoint." (I can't believe you took it there. Why must you blame Jack and Irina? It's so obvious that you're the one that's so frelled up there was nothing they could do to help you.) So shut the fuck up. And please... DO NOT go where I think you're about to go... Awww, shit. You did. "That's different now. I'm sorry." That's it. Die, bitch, die! Just please... for the love of all things holy, GO AWAY.
*bangs head on desk until brain falls out of large gaping head wound*
Okie dokie. The very end of this last scene just pissed me off on so many levels. Just in case you couldn't already tell. Syd apologizes for lying to Vaughn and "disappointing" him (GAG), when the whole thing with Dixon really had absolutely nothing to do with him. If Syd wants to lie for her FRIEND and PARTNER, she has every right to decide to do so. And what does Vaughn do? He FEEDS HER whatever the fuck is in that cup - yogurt? ice cream? damn, I want some TCBY's right now - and smiles at her, then offers her his hand to lead her away. Dude. She is not FIVE. She's a grown woman. If you accept her apology, say so, don't give me this shit with the whole feeding her thing like she can't take care of herself. If you don't accept her apology, then tell her. Quit being so ambiguous and self-righteous. For a guy who can't seem to shut the hell up in every other scene he's in, you stayed pretty quiet in this one, and I hate you. But then, I hate Syd, too, because she just smiles back, takes your hand, and follows you like the good little girl that she is. GRRRR. She should have smacked you around until you told her whether you were smiling because you forgave her, or you were smirking because you obviously don't forgive her but you're not going to tell her until after she puts out. Again.
Just one more thing before I go eat a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream to wash the bad taste out of my mouth. Some people have been saying that Vaughn acted a little "off" in this ep. I don't see it. He's as much of that holier-than-thou bastard as he's been all season. As much as I'd love Vaughn to be some big bad evil who's been keeping secrets, I don't think that's it. Not anymore. If anyone acted "off," it was Sydney. Now, I'm not saying that she's finally starting to show her true colors, but if she's beginning to seem more like the Root of All Evil, it's only because she is.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Because I must end on a happy note, I've saved all of Sark's 5 minutes for the very end.
~ Sark ~ Was it me, or was he... confused... in his scene? Or maybe just a bit anxious? Sloane decides to take a vacation, and Sark's gently urging him to continue on the quest. Why? Seems to me that for someone as ambitious as Sark, he wouldn't mind taking over the operation, even for just a little bit. And the whole thing with wanting to go to Panama City himself? Maybe it's so he can do his own little countermission. Perhaps save the guy with the heart? Only Sloane tells him not to, and Sark asks him what he "suggests" he do. Um... dude, Sark's a smart guy, and he's totally letting Sloane think he has the upper hand. Maybe because it's Sloane - not the "woman" - who will bring about whatever it is that will resolve the entire Rambaldi plot and they can't do it without him? Or maybe because Sark/Irina are truly trying to take down Sloane, and in order to do so, they need him to finish his quest so they can put a stop to both Sloane and Rambaldi. Interesting how Sloane had no idea where Irina was, and only her lover... I mean, Sark... knew. Also, (and I know I'm reading so deep inbetween the lines that I'm coming out the other side of the page), but when Sark says Dixon's name... I don't know... there's just something about the way he said it and the way he looked that makes me think even more that he's not as bad as everyone wants to think he is. Okay... it's a bit dark, but as said his farewell and left, I'd like to think Sark had an "oh, fuck, now what are we going to do?" expression. Heh. Shut up. *sniffs some oxygen* Darn the very thin air up here in ExtremeSpecLand.
*cough*
That was a rather sedate Sark entry. Let me correct that.
Dude. The Alias writers are trying to kill us. Slowly. Very very very slooooowly. Sark comes waltzing in with a couple of shirt buttons undone? Who's the bigger tease: Sark or the writers? Dammit. It's been one long season of the most frustrating foreplay any hot-blooded woman has ever experienced. We get Sark in a suit and tie, Sark in casualwear, Sark in a suit minus tie, Sark in leather, Sark in suit with a button undone, Sark in suit with more buttons undone. Every few episode, we get a little more. What's next? Sark without the suit jacket but all buttoned up and with a tie? How about rolling up his cuffs? You know... Eventually, the guy will have to take off his clothes. All of it. Sadly, at the rate things are going... I expect that to be... sometime mid-season 5.
Yes. I am feeling much better now. Thank you.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:09 PM ... ||
All-nighters... UGH
My internal clock is all frelled up.
It's all Lancer's fault. He better not deny it. First he kept me up way past my bedtime. Then he made me download 'Countdown' even though I have bandwidth limitations. Hmph. Well, guess what? It did get light outside at precisely 6 AM, just like the goofball predicted, and I actually did see the sun at 7 AM. But then the ep finished downloading, and I went to bed. Honest!
But just as I predicted, I woke up at 10 AM. On the dot. Then promptly fell right back to sleep. Heh. And really woke up at noon.
OY! Brain fried right now. I'm still sleepy, but for some reason, I just couldn't allow myself to stay in bed any longer. Although... on hindsight, maybe I should have. It took me five minutes to remember where I put my towel this morning... I mean... afternoon. Um... it was in the sink. The sis called me on the cell, and it took me a minute to figure out what that sound was. Then I had to drop off the sis at the library, and couldn't remember where I put my wallet. Uhh... it was on the desk.
Thankfully it's such a beautiful day outside. Near 70s, I believe that's what my weather nerd friend told me.
Of course, then I get back and parking was interesting. It didn't occur to me until after I got back in my room that the tail of the car is hanging about a foot or so out the back of the parking space. No worries. I need to inhale some caffeine so I can go back out there and do some food shopping. But getting back into the apartment! Two keys. One for the front door. One for my room. Oh, yeah. No wonder the front door wouldn't open. LOL.
Yep, totally frazzled today. Thank goodness I have nothing important to do today or tomorrow. Well, tomorrow I have to continue the apartment search. Today, I have to watch Alias. And speaking of that episode - the one I haven't watched yet, mostly because I know there's no VaughnToss :-( .... I got an email from the computer network people. I used up half my 7 day upload bandwidth in one day. That is why I don't download episodes from school. It's a rough count, so if I happen to disappear for a few days, you'll know it's because I actually did go over the limit... and that it's all Lancer's fault. He knows better than to suggest things to me since I always do what he tells me to. Hmph!
Um... I hope I didn't do anything stupid in my brainfried state last night... erm... this morning. Oh, wait. I did give away Thorne to Lancer. Ooops. But it was for a good cause.
I think.
Ugh. Where did I put my coffee....?
Added:
Okay, now I'm awake. Thank you Trix for pointing me to the Reiko Aylesworth (Michelle, "24") interview. She's f'ing hilarious. I haven't been able to stop laughing since.... wow! Including the chat with Lancer (that was probably unintentional, though)... since sometime last night. Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:28 PM ... ||
Great.
Not only am I boring and have no life, I also have insomnia. Sigh. Back to reading my 900-page book, I guess. (Did I mention the twitch? It's back, but with the left eye this time. Gah.)
Trix, I finished Bel Canto. Let me know when you want to begin the book club meeting. ;)
As for the Alias Freak Gathering 2003... we are SO doing it. I won't get into the details. Well, actually... there aren't any details. We need a time and a place, and probably a head count. Oh, and we need someone to organize it. LOL. I'd beg for a volunteer, but I think Rach did a way better job at it than I could ever hope to. I'd do it (NOT), but since I didn't even put up a fight when Rach talked me into drinking tonight, I don't think I'm reliable or competent enough to handle such a responsibility. *nods wisely*
Oh, and to the volunteer who decides to take on the task... Can you try to get Sark to be there? After all, we want to make sure we have an actual target when we throw our Sarkgasm thongs. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:40 AM ... ||
Saturday, April 26, 2003
I guess it's a bit evil
So around 9:30 PM, I stopped watching all those damn P/J videos and suddenly heard something from "over there."
Oh, yeah.
Seemed like they were setting a pretty good pace. When I decided I needed to do something... like wash my hands. Did that, and as soon as I turned on the tap, which was pretty loud, the bouncing stopped and someone immediately hit a couple of notes on the keyboard. Heh. I really hope no one got hurt in their frantic attempt to try to convince me that they weren't up to anything. There was some more music playing, and then a lot of murmured talking. La la la.
And no, it's not like I was trying to see if they would realize that someone was still in the apartment and that they were pretty loud. I really did have to wash my hands so I could make some dinner. Uh huh. Honest.
Not for the first time, I must ask myself why I don't have a life. I could be out doing something else instead of being treated to this. Oh, well, it's all rainy outside anyway. Sighness.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:47 PM ... ||
Just had lunch with Thing 2 in the cafeteria. Food was okay. Better than what I remember college cafeteria food tasted like. Mmm... tater tots! But the floor... gah. So incredibly sticky. I can't begin to count the number of kids who were walking around that place with napkins stuck to the bottom of their shoes and didn't know it. Heh.
Taken from Trix who filched it from Roxy:
Do you watch more TV or movies?
TV. Don't have as much time to spend in the theaters, and unless it's a good movie on TV, they're too long to keep my attention. Sigh. Maybe I have ADD?
What is your favorite television show?
Oy. Hard question. Um, currently still on... "24"? Followed closely by "SG-1" and "Alias" (when it's good and doesn't make me want to poke my eyes out)
Funniest show on television?
Out of the shows I watch regularly, I'll have to agree with Trix. It's gotta be "That 70's Show" (unless we're talking unintentionally hilarious, which would be "Dawson's Creek") and a show that I've recently started trying to catch when it's on (that Meg first introduced me to), "Coupling". Like early "Friends," only way better.
Favorite writer on TV?
Morgan & Wong - They created "Space: Above and Beyond" (*bawls*), worked on "21 Jump Street" (heh) and "The Commish" (hee), and wrote some of the best eps of "The X-Files." They made Mulder and his Mulderisms, and made me ship Scully/Mulder. When they left, all the great things about that show left with them (including my S/M shippage) and the show deteriorated into a pile of suckage. I can't help but think how they would have treated my Krycek if they had stayed. (*sniffle*) No wonder Carter was so eager to sabotage S:AaB to get them back on XF. And of course, when they did come back, they gave us "Home," which rocked on so many morbid levels. Because of this, I'll watch practically anything they do (TV-wise; movie-wise, Final Destination was better than expected and The One had a great concept that just didn't pan out.) Heh.
Continuing the Orci love...
J.R. Orci - For someone who mysteriously popped up to write one ep so far, he did a hell of a job on "Truth Takes Time." He will be forever worshipped for letting Sark have his way with Vaughn, and finally giving us the real Vaughn - a man who needs to be coddled when he gets shot, even though the baby was wearing a vest. Suck it up, dude. And here's hoping for more wonderful Orci eps in the future.
Gina Fattore - I started paying attention to "Dawson's Creek" again because of "Castaways." I will never view K-Mart in the same disdainful way ever again. And the episode made me remember all the great squeal-worthy things about the show that I've lost sight of through the many years of suck. For that, she must be loved... and despised... at the same time.
Who is your favorite television actress?
Um... you know... I don't really pay attention to the women... LOL. There's a lot of actresses I like, but no one that stands out as the resounding favorite(s). It would probably be easier to ask who I don't like. :P
Who is your favorite television actor?
I don't care if I'm mocked. RDA, baby!! Just can't explain it. He's like a TV icon. Heh. He's MacGyver! What more needs to be said? And he's done a hell of a job on "SG-1," making the O'Neill role his own. I don't even remember Kurt Russell in the movie role. RDA's got presence, and charm, and that grin! and the snarky humor, and he makes that show. Rowr, baby, rowr.
Who are the most overrated actors on TV?
(going to have to steal Trix's answers, too)
Katie Holmes - It might not be her fault entirely, but she's made Joey unwatchable. Give me season 1 Joey, the one who wasn't afraid to kick ass. Somewhere along the line, she lost her spine, and her annoying facial tics are just... gah. She utilitzes maybe 3 or 4 expressions, and now she's just coasting by on being "Katie Holmes." If it weren't for Josh Jackson and his Pacey, I'd want Joey to get together with Dawson and have them both drown in that stupid creek. She's lucky Josh has so much cuteness and talent that he can spare some and make her seem better than what she's been lately.
Michael Vartan - He's got the Katie Holmes Syndrome (or is it really the Vartan Syndrome) with only 2 or 3 expressions. Most of the time, he just looks constipated. I'm sure he's much better than what he's been doing lately on "Alias." I liked him well enough in the few movies he's done and the few guest spots he's done on other shows. But here? He hasn't risen above what he's been given, resulting in a one-note Vaughn, and because his range isn't that great, any attempts to make Vaughn a more layered and complex character just seem cheesey, forced, and unbelievable.
What's the worst show on television?
All "reality shows" and "American Idol." Sorry, I'd rather watch "Dawson's Creek" - at least that show has Pacey.
What is your TV schedule?
(This might be scary. Primetime only, right? Heh.)
Sunday: "Simpsons," "Malcolm in the Middle," “Alias," "Dead Zone," news
Monday: "Stargate SG-1," "Robbery Homicide Division," news
Tuesday: “Buffy" (kinda), “24,” news
Wednesday: “That 70’s Show”, “Dawson's Creek” (kinda), "The West Wing," news
Thursday: "Friends" (sometimes), "CSI," "Without a Trace," news
Friday: "CSI: Miami," "L&O: SVU," "Stargate SG-1," news
Saturday: nothing
|| posted by Pooh at 1:11 PM ... ||
Oh Geez
I'm having big issues with Twin. First she introduces me to those Trory videos, making me want to hurt whoever or whatever made GG stink so badly.
And now?
THIS!
Again, reminding me of all the reasons why I will keep going back to Dawson's Creek at the beck and call of any hint of P/J. Grrr. I'm so ashamed of myself. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:36 AM ... ||
Let's define "adult" and at least try to act "mature"
Brushing teeth at vanity and thought roomie was in the bathroom. It was awfully quiet, but I minded my business. Had to walk the few feet back to my room to get my contacts case and as soon as my back was turned, bathroom door opened and BigGuy (SR's boytoy) came rushing out and hurriedly brushed his teeth. Since I don't give a damn what they do and who they do it with, I just stepped right back out there and took my contacts out. We did a little "hi" thing, and as I was standing out there, finishing up, he rushes back to SR's room. This is not surprising, since Wabbit tends to scurry away, too, when I run into him. I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not so much the embarrassment they might feel acknowledging their presence to me, but rather, something specifically to do with ME. Yeah, I'm starting to think that maybe I have that effect on men. :( .
But here's the kicker. The first thing I hear - loudly - as soon as he's safely back in her room, even though the door was closed: "Did she see you?"
Seriously. Can we be just a little more mature about this? I'm probably older than the rest of my roomies, and quite frankly, I don't care. Big deal. So she has a guy in her room. Whoopee. Wabbit spent almost the entire week in the apartment, and he's worse than BigGuy. Sure, I'm practically blind without my contacts, but it's pretty hard to miss BigGuy. Not to mention that even if I didn't actually see him, I'd have a hard time not realizing he was in the apartment since SR and BigGuy talk SO FREAKING LOUDLY. Blech. Whatever.
And, after that, of course, I had to notice that I'm breaking out. I think it's from the stress of having to find an apartment. :( Sigh.
Noooo!
I missed Johnny on Conan. *cries*
Oh well, guess I'll just keep watching him in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Boring movie that made my butt fall asleep when I saw it in the theater, but John was way hot and way adorable in it. Is it wrong that he had more chemistry with Lady Chabliss than he did with Alison Eastwood? Just saying.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:46 AM ... ||
Hee!
Thank you, Jenai, for pointing this out: Sark Attack. :D
Just a few snippets:
“People have predicted that, one way or another, Jennifer and I are brother and sister. But some people have said that’s a little too perfect. How is this spy world all interconnected?”
Not only too perfect, but just cliched and too easy. Besides, those "people" are idiots. Everyone knows Sark is really Danny's brother... or Vaughn's WAY cooler younger bro.
“He calls me Steve. Steve Sark!”
Dude. I love Victor Garber for suggesting it, but... no. Just... no. The longer Sark goes without a name, the more convinced I am that there is no name in existence that is cool enough for our Sexy Badass.
"What my character does is bad and awful on a lot of occasions, but to him, it may be something different.”
Hmmm... Maybe he's really good and is just doing whatever it takes to accomplish his mission, because he's SO deep cover.
“To him, it’s a means to something bigger. It’s obvious that he’s not a mindless killer. There’s something underlying it, but I have no idea.”
Nope. Not mindless at all. I'd like to think that for every person he kills - bad or good - a million lives are saved. See above statement. La la la... :P
He does sing and dance
Seriously? We HAVE TO see this. On the show. It'll be like Syd singing in Rendezvous, only way hotter, way sexier, and way better. Or he and Jack can do a duet on one of their missions together, because Jack and Sark? Sooo working together.
And finally...
"But I hate it when people stare and whisper, and they don’t say anything. I’m like, ‘Just say something, I’ll be accommodating.’”
Oh, don't worry. I'll say something all right. Right before the Pooh jumps you. Heh. Rowrrrr, baby.
Sigh. If I were just a few years younger, this obsession thing might be a bit more scarier. For him. I think. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 12:33 AM ... ||
Friday, April 25, 2003
I need a life. Badly
Friday night TV sucks. I'm watching Major League, dude. Hey, what's President Palmer doing in this movie? :o
Yep, definitely need a life. Sigh.
On the other hand, it's a happy day. Clips, clips, clips. They've probably been out for awhile now, but the PoohBro just linked me, so it's all new to me. Heh. Cannot. Wait. Weeeee!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:22 PM ... ||
Just something amusing
Friend got an email today telling her how to avoid getting SARS.
Apparently, because "viruses are negatively charged," she is supposed to "wear clothes that are either positively charged, or neutral."
Um....
Added: Does that make sense? Not the idea of wearing charged or neutral clothing because that's just plain ridiculous. I mean, does it make sense to wear positive charges if you're trying to avoid negative charges. Don't those attract? Or is the purpose to get the clothes to attract the virus away from any points of entry to your body?
|| posted by Pooh at 2:36 PM ... ||
In an effort to get my lurver Vaughn as far away from the top of the blog as possible, I'll just do what everyone else is doing today.
The Friday Five:
1. What was the last TV show you watched?
The last show I actually watched was CSI, but then the TV stayed on and did its own thing.
2. What was the last thing you complained about and what was the problem?
It's hard to distinguish between real complaints and my snarking, but the last complaint probably had to do with either apartment hunting or freezing in my lab at work. I would never complain about Vaughn. He's hot. He's sexy. And he's my new lurver.
3. Who was the last person you complimented and what did you say?
Hmm. In RL, I think I told a co-worker he had a cute kid. Online, I think it was probably Trix or One. They rock because they're always making me laugh so hard.
4. What was the last thing you threw away?
Coke bottle into the recycle bin. Tissue for the sniffles into the regular trash.
5. What was the last website (besides this one) that you visited?
The Weather Channel
Hmmm. I think everyone's done this one already. Please note that these lists are true only for this week, because really... FIVE TV boyfriends?? Are you kidding me?)
TV Boyfriends - Oy, five... five... five...
1. Sark, Alias - I don't think I need to explain this. He's hot. He's sexy. He's a badass. He's gray, and I love that he can go either way (even when killing lots of innocent people on the show). Besides, he has a gun, an accent, and looks good in leather. Do I need anything more in a man?
2. Jack Bauer, 24 - It's the Kief. 'Nuff said. The voice... *drool* The sexy... *swoon* Any man who's badass enough to come back from the dead (nekkid), kick ass (nekkid) and fire a gun, killing some baddies (nekkid) needs to go on my Top 5 Boyfriends list. Heck, he even looks good with clothes on.
3. Jack O'Neill, Stargate SG-1 - It's RDA! It's Mac! He's all snarky goodness, and if that weren't enough, the military garb helps because I've got a thing for uniforms. And his GRIN! *thud* Pooh's got a Pavlovian response to his grin. O'Neill grins, Pooh grins. Hee!
4. Alex Krycek, The X-Files - The original Badass With Complicated Allegiances, Who Can Speak a Different Language, Looks Good in Leather, Carries a Gun and Isn't Afraid to Use It boyfriend. He's so pretty, in that really badass Russian triple agent sorta way.
5. Pacey, DC - Just needed to add someone who wasn't so badass (in that "I kill people" kinda way), even though Pacey is his own kind of badass. He's the only reason why I ever watch that crapfest DC.
6. Josh Lyman, TWW - Dude. Brilliant, hot, snarky. Anything else?
7. Dan Rydell, Sports Night - It's Knox! Only older, more confident, funnier, snarkier, and just too cute.
OKAY. That was 7 instead of 5. Sue me.
TV Girlfriends - Ok, this one's a bit harder...
1. Irina, Alias - If I could, I'd have her babies. She's gorgeous and a badass. Syd needs to take notes from her mom.
2. Sam Carter, Stargate SG-1 - She's intelligent, can kick ass, and has a smile that just lights up the room. Heh. Plus, I'm in awe of the astrophysicist thing.
[Ugh. Now I know why I didn't do this list earlier. It's haaaaard.]
3. Natalie, Sports Night - The pre-Ed Frankie. Way too adorable, but not in that overbearing saccharine way.
4. Shane Vansen, Space: Above and Beyond - Sorry, scraping the bottom of the barrel here and going wayyy old school, only because most of my TV girlfriends have ended up pissing me off eventually, and she hasn't. (And she won't, because that show has been cancelled for ages due to political wranglings and Chris Carter's talentless ego.) Again with the military stuff. Heh.
5. CJ Cregg, TWW - What's not to love? She's smart, funny, the other guys are scared of her, and she's tall. :P
Ugh. That was way harder than it should have been.
TV couples (canon or non-canon) - Hoo boy...
1. Sark/Sydney, Alias
2. Jack/Irina, Alias
3. Jack/Sam, SG-1
4. Pacey/Jo, DC - even though she doesn't deserve him
5. Rory/Tristan, GG - even though she sucks now
... and I've got way more couples than just 5.
Lucky for everyone that I'm going to stop right there. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 9:56 AM ... ||
Thursday, April 24, 2003
And the Vaughn love just keeps on going
The "Can I stop smiling now? My lips are starting to hurt, and I'm afraid my mouth will be stuck in this position forever.. What do you mean I've had spinach stuck between my teeth all this time? What do you mean you're NOT FINISHED YET and I have to keep smiling like a dumbass?" pic:
And of course, this one... which defies all explanations, and proves that a picture really is worth a thousand words, so I'll refrain from snarking at the pic (and that shirt):
|| posted by Pooh at 11:24 PM ... ||
Have I no shame?
Nope.
I call this the "Do you smell what I smell? Wasn't me. No, really.. wasn't me.. quit staring at me like that... was it you? Seriously, man, lay off the bean burritos. What do you mean, I'm the one who inhaled the burritos? Nu-uh." Vaughn pic. Yum.
Hubba hubba! Rowrrrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:47 PM ... ||
Hmm
I finally figured out the name of one of the cute interns at work. It's Scott. Sigh. That sucks for him. He'll have to lose out on the PoohLove, because sadly, there can only be one Scott in my life.
And ESPN2 is being an ass about letting me see my Scotty. Grrr. But... on ESPN, his brother just got a goal for the Ducks, and if I squint... just... right... Rob looks just like his brother. Hee. Actually... with his helmet on, he looks almost exactly like Scott. Mmm.
Now can I come back, One? Please?
Just because this blog NEEDS to be beautified and sexified by this "manly" man:
Believe. Just... believe. Is this man a God or what?
(Answer: Or what. And yes... I did pick this particular pic specifically because he looks way funky in that freaky, bug-eyed, 'I'm trying way too hard to fake an iota of cool by not settling for any one expression - or any expression at all - but check out the smug line of my lips, or maybe I'm just trying really hard not to upchuck the three bean burritos I scarfed down before the photo shoot,' der kinda way) :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:08 PM ... ||
My many mistakes today
The first: not sneaking out of work at 2 PM when I ran out of things to do.
The second: not bringing a kid to Take Your Kid to Work Day so I could leave at 4 PM.
The third: calling one of the many apartments asking about vacancies. For the record, if you're a buffoony manly type... don't ever call me "sweetheart." (As in "You're going to have to call back tomorrow, Sweetheart. The leasing office is only open 9-5 [when it was only 4:40 - Yes, I can tell time, dillweed].) I ain't your sweetheart. You don't know me. Nor do I sound like I'm 5 over the phone. And your condescending tone of voice makes me want to ram my hand into your nose in a very un-sweethearty way.
Of course, this doesn't apply to you if you happen to be a really hot single young man - who likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, is not into yoga and has half a brain - in search of a wonderful young lady - who likes making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape - to help you spend your millions of dollars.
Oh, and Rich Chere is a f'ing idiot. That's all.
ADDED:
ESPN2 sucks. Why must they keep blacking out my hockey games? Grrr.
Rabbit is full of it. I'm almost positive of this. Sadly, my nose is stuffed so I can't confirm this. Decided to make spaghetti for dinner tonight. Had just put the pasta in the boiling water when Rabbit came out and first thing she said was "mmm... smells good." Eh? Wha? HUH? Does plain pasta smell like anything? I'm confused.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:25 PM ... ||
They're killing me with boredom now
Supervisor is out all day helping with the kids. Other supervisor helped me run some tests, but we could only do half of them because we were missing a chemical. And now... I'm bored because I have nothing else to do.
Blog surfing and email and online apartment searching - which keeps bringing up the same few apartments, except for this really nice furnished one that has a loft inside the apartment but of course, is wayyyy expensive - only take up so much time. I'd call some more apartment complexes, but there are people in the lab and it's rather quiet so they'll be able to hear me. Besides, I'm not quite sure what the policy is about making personal calls. I already made quite a few during lunch. La la la. If they fire me, then I won't need to find that damn apartment, so at least there's a positive to breaking rules. :)
There's a guy in the department that looks like a much younger, much taller, much skinnier Eric Roberts. Heh.
Dear God, can I leave early today? Please?
And why is it freezing in this lab? Brrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:49 PM ... ||
And the punishment continues...
Today is Take Your Kids to Work Day.
Gah.
Just... GAH.
I love kids. I really do. But put a whole bunch of them into a little cafeteria, and you get a very unhappy Pooh. Instead of getting my boring sandwich, I had to settle for something fast - cereal bars, pretzels, and Coke - that I could eat at my desk. Which technically isn't a desk. And technically I'm not supposed to do since the not-a-desk is in the lab. Blech. Luckily, one desk did open up with the rest of the interns, but there's no computer there, and ComputerlessPooh is even moodier than HungryPooh. Moot point, anyway, since I need to talk to my supervisor about that first. Ugh.
Apartment Non-update
Blasted through a short list of apartment complexes in one neighborhood. ARGH. When I was an undergrad, apartments came with heat, gas, and water, and 2-bedrooms cost as much as a 1-bedroom here. These apartments come with... NOTHING, and they're still mad expensive. I hate Jersey and its jacked up prices. Grrr. Although... I'm going to rub it in Thing I's face that for 200 hundred more than what she's paying for her little 1-bedroom NYC apartment (with the not-a-kitchen), we could have gotten a 2-bedroom townhouse that comes with... cold water. Heh.
Maybe I should stop being picky. Can I help it if I need a nice kitchen and bathroom?
|| posted by Pooh at 12:54 PM ... ||
I'm being punished
Didn't leave work until 6 because I was stuck in a meeting. Blech. I'm convinced they're making me suffer because I wake up later and later in the morning, and get to work later and later every day. Oops. Heh.
Hmm. Wonder if I can fudge my OT hours... Always round up when filling out the timesheet, right? So like... 2 minutes over the hour = one full OT hour? Yeah? Um...
Apartment Update: Part 0000007
The friend is calling up a few places, visiting a few places. Self-imposed deadline is looming. Gah.
I need to move out. Now. Got home from work and opened the fridge to make dinner. Someone had spilled milk, or some milky substance. I get half of the bottom shelf, and somehow, that's where all of it ended up. On my side. All over my things. Grrrrr. Not quite sure who's responsible. OtherRoomie has a little carton of milk - not just milk, buttermilk, which she drinks every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner - with dried crusty milk running down one side. But then... there's a carton of regular milk - belonging to...??? - that is currently sitting on top of a napkin in the fridge.
Ugh. Nasty.
Game Day
Devs vs. Tampa Bay tonight. Whatever. Forget the Lightning. Cannot wait to see Devs vs. Ottawa. *whistles innocently*
This... again??
I miss Lance. :(
If you're lurking around, tag and say "hi" every once in awhile. Pretty please? I'll even be nice to you. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:09 AM ... ||
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Oooh, graphic violence..
Previously on '24': Kiefer got very very very nekkid. That's all you need to know.
3 AM - Still Very NekkidKief (4 AM)
~ NekkidKief all sprawled out and unconcious. Yum. Move over, baddies, Pooh will revive him. Damn. That's one lucky doc. Another reason why I should consider going to med school - the possibility of seeing and helping NekkidKief. Rowr. Um, ew. Big ass needle in heart is giving me the heebie jeebie Vaughn deja vu vibes. Blech.
~ Kief wakes up. Nekkid. Just how I like him.
~ Why must Baddies always over-act? Dude. Shut up.
~ Knew it. Mike bad. Vice Prez bad. Time for Palmer to kick ass.
~ Lynne needs phasors.
~ Yeah, right. Like Bad Guys would take a plastic case with a chip in it instead of just chucking it since it doesn't look like anything. And hello? Kate? You. Are. A. Friggin. DumbASS. WHY did you tell them the chip has information on it? Information = money. Stupid stupid stupid.
~ Mmm. NekkidKief lying down. All tied up. Perfect.
~ Ryan, huh? Hate him. Tony needs to take his crutches and whack him. Or maybe poke him a new one since the other one is obviously clogged by a huge stick.
~ Run, Lynne, run! Um... nevermind.
~ Aww, you gotta love those Secret Service guys. [Random side note: Pooh almost tried out for the Secret Service. Fine, don't believe me. Grrr. All right! I got as far as having a long discussion with the Secret Service guy at the school career fair. Shut up. But I almost followed up. Heh. Scary, no?]
~ NekkidSweatyKief. With a gun! Shooting bad guys! Rowr!
~ Mike is so obviously sketchy. Why can't Palmer see that? Unless it's all an act and Palmer really knows what's going on, but just wants everyone to think he's a dumbass. (Sorry, still in my speccing mood from the Alias spoilers) "Just hold your mud"? Huh?
~ The number of coinky-dinks is piling up in a not very good way. How many times are cell phones going to lose reception at a critical moment? How many times are hicks going to show up to beat people up when they're least wanted? How much longer can an intelligent man like Palmer continue to be oblivious to the scheming going on right in front of his face? How much longer is Kate going to be such a tard? Seriously... if you run out of story, just stop (*cough* that goes for you, too, JJ. *cough*).
(If I switch to MCI, can they send Kief to set up my phone line? Pretty please?)
~ Now that I know what's up with Carrie/Michelle, I'm sooo bored with that. They can stop giving each other "looks" unless we're going to get some Carrie/Michelle HoYay. Oh, and Carrie? So totally evil. Unless it's Michelle, because dude... innocent people don't dart their eyes like that every time they're about to do something.
~ So many needless deaths. First Mason, now Yusef. When can we get the right characters dying? Like VAUGHN. Oh, sorry... wrong show.
~ He "ended that sentence with a preposition! Bastard!" (Sorry, SG-1 moment there.) Stupid rednecks. More proof that Kate is a dumbass. Never bring bad guys to your home, tell them your alarm code, and show them where your spare key is hidden. Grrrr.
~ Ooooh. Mike NEEDS to die. That was just evil. Poor Lynne.
~ Ok, know what? I so very hate Carrie. I'd rather have Kim on the show. Heh. Tony's got some big ones. Let's see 'em a la Jack circa 3 AM. :P
~ BWAHAHAHA. Euros? Euros?? "Now we rape and pillage!" *evil cackle* Oh! Look, there's Jack saving the day. Yum. Hmm... now that Kate's house is all shot up, think I can move in? I don't care about holes in the wall.
~ So now it's all about a stupid chip. Blah.
Next week:
~ Are we finally getting some KiefLoveAction? Bring it. Bring it now.
~ Yay!! Kim's back!! I missed Kim. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:15 PM ... ||
Mmmm
Rabbit has a huge slab of ham in the fridge. HUGE.
WHY?
|| posted by Pooh at 8:20 PM ... ||
GAHHHHH!!
Finished the last of the broken catheters today. Woohoo.
Except... NOT. Was informed that another batch of 50 is coming by the end of the week. D'OH!
Being an intern SUCKS!
Catching up on all the blog fun
From... People:
Which monkey are you?
Another pointless diversion from Bijouriel
Live life to the fullest, you say!. At your heart you are a hedonist with a great imagination and verve for life. Be careful of using this enthusiasm as an excuse to ignore the unpleasant. Your selective focus could cause blindness.
This-Or-That Tuesday
1. Yummier: Chocolate ice cream or strawberry cheesecake? BOTH! Gimme!
2. Better to watch on TV: Movies or sports? I'm with Trix that some movies belong on the big screen. However, except for hockey, all other sports belong on TV.
3. A better web browser: MSIE or Netscape (or tell us your own favorite!) I used to be a NetscapeHo until they upgraded to version whatever and would never load right on my computer. Now it's IE or bust.
4. A better way to travel: Automobile or bus/train? Car, as long as I'm not driving.
5. Your preferred camera: Digital or film? Film. Never owned a digital camera before. :(
6. A Cooler Vehicle: Motorcycle or sports car? Depends on who's driving. For example: old guy in mid-life crisis? Neither. Sark? Both.
7. More fun: Video games or board games? Video games, but definitely agree with Trix - board games are all about the people you're playing with.
8. Sexier: A perfect body or an intelligent mind? Intelligence, personality, and wit make a person sexier than any physical perfection. Unless you're just butt fugly, then nothing will help. Heh.
9. A stinkier smell: Skunk or gasoline (petrol)? Ugh to skunk. But seriously... what's up with gas smelling so great? LOL.
10. Thought-provoking question of the week: What is more important to you: making a ton of money and being at the top of your field, or finding your soulmate and living a comfortable but not wealthy life? In a perfect world, I'd have both. If forced to choose, give me the money. It may not exactly buy me happiness, but it'll come damn close. Besides... "soulmates"? Bwah. That's "I've watched way too much DC" craptalk. Blech.
Have you ever...
+ Ever been so drunk you blacked out:
Never. Need to try that at least once, though.
+ Put a body part on fire for amusement:
Um... no.
+ Been in a car accident:
I SWEAR that bus stop came out of NOWHERE. It was soooo not my fault. Honest.
+ Been hurt emotionally:
I'm a walking emotional wound. Or... not so much.
+ Kept a secret from everyone:
Duh.
+ Had an imaginary friend:
Heh. Yes.
+ Wanted to hook up with a friend:
Let's see.... Female? Check. Hormones? Check. Good-looking friends? Check. What's the question again?
+ Cried during a Movie:
You can't prove anything!
+ Had a crush on a teacher:
Maybe my Interpersonal Communication (heh. hehehehe) teacher in undergrad, but I'm pretty sure he was a grad student.
+ Ever thought an animated character was hot
John Cusack. I mean... Dmitri.
+ Had a New Kids on the Block tape:
NEVER!!
+ Cut your hair:
Yes, and I need to do it again sometime soon.
Favourites
+ Shampoo:
Whatever. Right now I switch between Pantene, Finesse, and Pert.
+ Colour:
Blue or gray
+ Day/Night:
Daght? All day long.
+ Summer/Winter:
Fall. I don't do extreme heat or cold.
+ Lace or satin:
Silk? Cotton? Am I screwing up these questions?
+ Cartoon Characters:
Um... too many.
+ Food:
Pizza and anything spicy.
+ Fave Advert:
The Bud Light "Real Men of Genius" series of radio spots. F'ing hilarious. Come on, how can you not love an ad titled "Mr. Tiny Thong Bikini Wearer"? Seriously. Their old spots were also pure genius.
+ Fave Film:
The Princess Bride, Say Anything, Dead Poets' Society, etc, etc, etc.
+ Fave Subjects:
Huh? In school? English and math (Yeah, nerd, whatever.)
Right Now
+ Wearing:
Pale blue three-quarter sleeve sweater and dark gray chinos.
+ Drinking:
Coke.
+ Thinking about:
Finishing this damn survey.
+ Listening to:
Now I'm going through all the Bud Light radio spots.
In the last 24 hours
+ Cried:
No.
+ Worn a skirt:
No.
+ Cleaned your room:
Funny.
+ Done laundry:
Nope. Only when I go back to the 'rents.
+ Drove a car:
Ay. Unfortunately.
Do you believe in...
+ Yourself:
Yes.
+ Friends:
Okay.
+ Santa Claus:
Um... no.
+ Tooth Fairy:
Nah.
+ Destiny/Fate:
I'd like to.
+ Angels:
Maybe.
+ Ghosts:
Uhh...
Friends and Life
+ Who's the loudest out of your friends:
Oy. Not counting friends I haven't seen in awhile... V. Right, V? Heh. *runs and hides*
+ Who's the weirdest out of your friends:
Me? Oh, wait, no... I'm not weird at all. Hmm... Rosh? Or maybe M.
+ Who will respond to this e-mail fastest:
Eh?
+ Do you want all your friends to do this and send it:
Whatever.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:31 PM ... ||
Monday, April 21, 2003
Men suckage update
Okay, so we called two places, and they said they were probably going to have open houses sometime this week. Sigh. Have to wait and see what those apartments look like. If I don't find a place by next week with this guy, then I'm definitely going to consider just finding a room to rent. Course, not having my own apartment will mean no traipsing around nekkid whenever I feel like it.
Heh.
Or maybe... not so much.
Poor Thing 2
She's got whatever's been spreading. Can't breathe. Can't swallow. Can't sleep. Drooling all over the place because she can't swallow. Poor PoohSis. :( Might have to run out and get her some stronger meds. Hmm. Very strange. Apparently, the supermarket is out of Robitussin. Huh. :(
Just one question...
regarding this. If dairy products with calcium can help people lose weight... then ice cream counts, right? Because that's a diet I would totally support.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:35 PM ... ||
Pooh Rant
I haven't felt like ranting - really ranting - in awhile. I think the time has come to stop being so damn mellow and just let it out. Especially today. Before it just festers inside of me and there's a huge PoohExplosion (and not the good kind).
Ready or not, here I go...
Why "Men" Suck
And I'm not talking about any kind of sucking that could end up being fun and surprisingly pleasant. I'm talking MAJOR suckage. Case in point: friend, and potential apartment roomie of Pooh.
He's currently living in a house with 2 other guys. I'm living in the grad dorms. He can technically leave or stay. I'm getting kicked out in a few weeks and would like to find a place nearby so I can keep the internship without having an hour commute from home, and so I can keep up this facade of being a studious grad student. My problem is that all my female friends either want to stay in the grad dorms or they already have places to stay or they're married (Again, I ask: Where is my rich husband to sweep me off my feet and out of the hell hole known as Jersey?) The only person I know who might be looking for new digs is Him (he's not too happy with his roomies at the moment).
Normally, my old-fashioned sensibilities would kick in and I would not even consider being roommates with a guy, but I'm reaching new levels of desperation. Besides, I don't really consider him a "guy." I know... it hurts, but he knows it, and we've already agreed that I'm right. Blah. Anyway, I told him that the PoohParents might have issues with it, but since I'm... well, I'm old enough... whatever. He said fine, that he would call apartments anyway and ask around to see if there were any openings, etc. I told him that I would break it to the parents, but that it wouldn't really be a big deal, and I would do a massive search online for apartments and ads. Now... that was Friday, when we were supposed to get together and check out apartments together, but he never showed up at school and just called me to let me know that since he was already living in the area that I wouldn't need to drag my butt out there and he would ask around himself.
You give a person a little tiny assignment... one that HE volunteered for himself...
Anyway, yes the PoohRents do have issues, but nothing they can't overcome and they pretty much don't really care as long as I'm careful (with this guy? seriously? PoohPinky can do serious damage - and NO, I'm not exaggerating!) Even though PoohDad keeps calling me to tell me to just rent a room out of someone else's house or apartment. I'm not so sure about that, although it would be cheaper. I'd love to get my own place, but right now, I'm only guaranteed employment through the summer and as long as I rack up OT hours, then I can make a nice sum that would get me through at least a few months of unemployment but maybe not an entire year. Hopefully, I'll have a real job (or snagged that rich husband or won the lottery) by then. 2-bedrooms are considerably less expensive, and renting a room from someone has the potential to be even cheaper. I just don't know... Seems better to rent with someone I know (even if he is a tard-y guy) than with complete strangers.
Ack. Sorry about the dissertation regarding my apartment search. Okay, back on rant topic of why men suck.
I get to lab today, thinking the friend would come in at a reasonable time and have, if not a lot, at least some information about the apartments in the area. I'm a total boob when it comes to this because I've been living on campus the past few years and have no clue about the apartments in the area. So what happens?
He takes his sweet ass time getting to the lab. When I ask him if he's looked into anything, he does this annoying "oops, was I supposed to do something" laugh. (I hate that, almost as much as the "I did something bad but I'm going to plead ignorance even though everyone already knows it was me" laugh.)
Dammit.
AFTER he told me that he would call at least two or three places on Friday, and told me that I didn't have to do anything (which was nice, considering how miserable I was over the weekend). If I had known he was going to slack off, I would have done all the calling myself. The only reason we agreed only one of us should do it was because 1) HE had the list of the apartment complexes in the area and their telephone numbers, but he didn't have them with him when he called me, 2) we didn't want to end up being redundant, and 3) HE told me not to worry about it. So now? Another couple of days wasted in the great apartment search.
There's a type of man that I seem to keep running into. They're unreliable, incompetent, and just exasperating, and it's pissing me off. Maybe it's Jersey. Maybe I'm just expecting too much. Or maybe, it's just me. For once, I'd like to meet a man who isn't any of those. Because right now, I feel like smacking someone and proving that He is no match for the PoohPinky.
And I'm so frustrated, I'm not even sure I want to room with him anymore. Still can't afford my own place, but renting a room from a complete stranger is starting to seem a lot less stress-inducing. Just a bit. Anyway, guess I'm going to do everything by myself and make all the calls even though I really have no time, but I'm the one who really needs a place, not him. Sigh. When you want to do something right, do it yourself, I guess. Rooming with complete strangers probably isn't a big deal. It'll probably be like living in the dorms, except you can't blame Housing for sticking you with a Rabbit or a Serial Killer when problems arise. Grrr.
My question: Has anyone out there (other than Twin) ever rented a room out of someone else's house or apartment? Was the experience a good one? I guess I'm just looking for reassurance.
But damn, what I wouldn't give to have my own place. Heck, I'll even consider pimping myself out on the street corner just to make that extra cash to pay for the apartment. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Oh, and the search is still on for a ReliableCompetentNonPissingOffPooh Man. If you see any, send them my way. Thanks.
*****
Something to consider...
when finding roommates....
Opened the bathroom cabinet this morning. Found something that wasn't there before. Medicated foot soap And the scary part? Pretty sure that WABBIT was showering last night. In OUR shower. In OUR apartment. When he lives JUST ACROSS THE DAMN FRIGGING QUAD!!!
HRMPH. Fine. But he better NOT be tracking his tinea pedis all over the apartment. *gag*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:21 PM ... ||
Embarrassed
Now that the cold meds have worn off and I'm wide awake, I can't believe I actually posted so much nekkidness yesterday. One is obviously a very bad influence on me, as I am a very good girl and normally would never do something like that.
Really.
P.S. Didn't delete the Kief. He's in the archives.
Today was brought to you by the letter A
Advisor meeting
Apartment hunting
This should really be a lot easier than I'm making it. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:17 AM ... ||
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Oooh
What a better way to celebrate the NekkidKiefer pics than to discuss... Rabbit! Yay!!
Ok, well, not really Rabbit, herself. Apparently, there's one in training upstairs. Ugh. Shouldn't everyone be a little more sensitive to the sick? As in the physical sense, not the mental, although I do have that problem, too. Heh.
Edited to Add:
Meg, I can't believe you haven't seen Better Off Dead. Bad Meg!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:25 PM ... ||
Fine!
The NekkidPukeyKiefer pics will stay up, at least for tonight. Then they will most definitely Have. To. Go.
Feeling just a bit prudish right now, which is... different. Not sure I like this feeling. Hmph.
Wish my head weren't still a bit fuzzy from my cold (SARS, anyone?), and the nose wasn't itching like crazy from those damn allergies. Must remember to find the pic site for One when I'm a bit more lucid.
But because some people are being babies about it, I'll just post a different pic. Sadly, no WetJohn pics and very unfortunately, no NekkidWetJohn pics (dude, he needs to rectify this), but...
How about a nice little flashback?
Seriously, how can anyone resist this man? :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:53 PM ... ||
Have you ever...
Felt like your brain was a golf ball floating around in a head full of semi-solid Jello? And your head felt so light that every time you you moved your head, it felt like you gave yourself whiplash and your brain caromed off the walls of your skull? Add major congestion, coughing, and allergies. What do you get? Pooh the past two days.
After a lot of meds and a lot of sleep, I'm feeling much better. Phew. Still a bit headachy and congested (not helped by Rabbit continuinally allowing her door to slam shut every time she goes in and out of her room), but at least I'm not having narcoleptic spells anymore.
Well, One ordered me to
Do you know how hard it was to find these pics? Nekkid!Kiefer was almost as hard as finding Wet!John pics. What is wrong with people? Or maybe I'm losing my touch. Or... maybe I need to get a new computer and a capping thingy and just go to town on all my shows. Heh. Scary.
Found these in my half-medicated state, so can't really remember exactly where I found them. Oops.
And this will sound shocking, but I'm just a bit embarrassed to have Kief posted on the blog like this, especially knowing his highly nekkid state. *blush* So look fast. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 8:35 PM ... ||
Saturday, April 19, 2003
Popping in
Hope everyone is having a good Easter weekend.
Sick. Helped PoohMom out at the store. Worked non-stop. Hate retail. Was told I was "pleasant." (Yeah, still laughing my ass off at that one.)
But feeling sicker now.
Woke up to watch a bit of Nick. Bwahahaha. Such a bad bad bad movie. But Nick looked yum. Still... couldn't get me to keep watching.
Back to bed for the rest of the weekend. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:22 PM ... ||
Friday, April 18, 2003
I'm a follower, never a leader
Remember that. :P
Well, it's the "in" thing to do now, and Trix did it awhile ago so I must follow. Besides, I don't use the LJ nearly enough for Meg to keep making me all these silly icons. Not that I'm going to stop her, mind you. After all, my MeggyBear did make me three Mac ones. Heh. But the problem is no one gets to see her handiwork because the LJ is semi-dormant.
In order to rectify that, I'm following other people's leads and decorating the blog with one of the many I have stored. And to celebrate the beginning of the icon postings, what better way than to have the first one be of Sark? (I love Jacks, but I still kinda miss the old blog graphic.) Mmm. Sarkage!
Apartment update
Um... nothing. Yet. But I've got great credit (I know, shocked me, too). PoohDad almost had a hissyfit when I told him who I was planning on rooming with next year. Hmm. Might make for some interesting bloggage after all... Unless I end up getting my own place, then it'll just be very boring. And if I have to, I'll consider Lancer's suggestion. I actually think there's a trailer park not too far from school. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:12 PM ... ||
Finding an apartment sucks. Haven't lived on my own since undergrad, and now I'm out of practice. What's up with all these things I need to consider? Utilities? Water now comes in "water" and "hot water"? HUH? Garbage and sewage? Eh? What does "off-street parking" mean? What's a good rent price? Will paying a little extra for my own place instead of sharing with a friend be better in the long run? Will I be able to find a place by my deadline (next month preferably, but definitely by June)? Am I a friggin' dumbass?
Okay, that last one I can answer: Definitely.
All I really need is a bed, a fridge, a microwave, internet, and cable. Is that too much to ask? Is anyone looking for a roomie? *hopeful* Or wouldn't mind if I crashed at their place ("temporarily")? I cook, clean, and do other stuff. Think about it. Get back to me. Thanks. :)
Sex-age, baby!
Mmmmm.
Bring on the Krycek. Sigh. What a wonderfully complex and underused character. Sort of like another character on TV (*coughSarkcough*) But hopefully that other guy won't get screwed over like my Krycek. Heh.
But no fear. The Nick is back on TV tomorrow night in Sci-Fi's Threshold. Yum. Finally, something at least somewhat interesting to watch on a Saturday night (Life? Who needs a life?).
|| posted by Pooh at 3:07 PM ... ||
Thursday, April 17, 2003
UGH
Rabbit again.
Also... a word of advice to everyone: Label your computer disks.
Blech. Trying to remember where I saved the thesis chapters. Slow go, checking out this huge stack of (unlabeled) zip disks. Sigh. Why do I always do that? Grrr to me.
Think Positive
More hugs for Jenai. You'll do fine. Just keep believing that. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:47 PM ... ||
Weeeeee!!
Pooh orders, and the Devils obey. 3-0, baby! Bye-bye, Boston. Bring on the Lightnings, the Flyers, or the Leafs. And because Pooh is in a happy mood right now (well, for the next few minutes before she digs out her thesis chapters and rereads them), she'll spare everyone the boyfriend pics. However...
We do need a Brodeur pic because he's just cool. :P
Okay. Back to being productive.... maybe.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:51 PM ... ||
Dude
Heard Wabbit's voice about an hour ago, and thought, hmm.... things should be interesting tonight. Okay. Didn't even have to wait that long. Apparently, Rabbit's new guitar works as an aphrodisiac. She was playing about ten minutes ago. Now... she's busy. Gah. Thank goodness for hockey games on the radio.
Brothers are so funny
PoohBro called a little while ago and made me talk him through how to make an omelet. He's just so damn cute. It's so sad he's getting older because he'll lose that cute factor and then I'll have to kick his ass. I hope it turned out okay because we had a couple of communication problems during that call. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:42 PM ... ||
Noooo!!
Darn it. The game is blacked out in my area. *cries* This sucks. Now I won't be able to drool over my man. Sighness.
So many things to do, so little motivation to do them
~ Talk to advisor about thesis.
~ Figure out what supplies are needed for research.
~ Make decision about taking qualifiers.
~ Apartment hunting.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:22 PM ... ||
What happened to Spring?
Yesterday: high 80s
Today: mid 40s
Does anyone else see a problem here? WTF.
Argh!
Things that piss off Pooh when she's only had 4 hours of sleep:
~ Rabbit, continuing to strum her guitar at 2 AM, even after she's been scolded.
~ SR, deciding to turn up the volume of her TV at about the same time.
~ TOR, putting her practically EMPTY milk carton back in the fridge. Had to move it to get to the OJ, and dude, there was nothing in there. Maybe a few drops, but that's it. Not to mention, there's been a container with maybe a half inch of apple juice left sitting in the fridge for the past few months. Seriously. WTF.
~ On a personal note, going to bed two hours later than intended and then regretting it when the alarm goes off at 7, then 10 minutes later, then again another 10 minutes later.
Hugs
Jenai needs them. Sorry about those bastards. :(
Game Day
To all of Pooh's boyfriends on the Devils: Quit screwing around. Can we please put away the Bruins tonight? Thank you.
Finally
To all the friends in Trory hell right now because of that damn video: What happened to the Chiahead? Scroll down a little to see pic, then halfway down to read. Okay. I think the temporary giddies have definitely subsided now. Phew. Besides... took a tip from Hilda and c/p'ed Awakenings to Word. There is no f'ing way I'm rereading 150 pages of mulch. That thing needs to be burned. *shudder*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:21 AM ... ||
Ach-oo!!
:(
That's what I've been doing all day. Damn allergies starting to act up. Sadness. That, and mosquitoes. I swear they're swarming around me. (Yeah, shut up) Yuck.
Grrrr!!!
Rabbit apparently has no concept of Time in her screwed up reality. Hey, I'm a night person, and yes, I stay up to all weird hours of the night, but at 12:30 AM, no one should be playing their guitar that loudly unless they're giving a concert. I don't care how novel her new toy is. There are some people who actually sleep at this time of the night. And either she's deaf, or she's just being really inconsiderate and taking advantage of my laid-back 'tude. If SR lived in the room next to Rabbit's, she would have already screamed her head off.
Speaking of screaming... Dude. Some people have to get up early to work in the morning. (Oh, hello! Never thought I'd ever utter those words) If I wanted to hear noise and have the room vibrating at these hours, then I.... am not going to finish that sentence, so nevermind...
Gotta go bust some heads.... kick some Rabbit ass... yadda yadda.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:40 AM ... ||
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Someone Really Likes Pooh
Oh, yes they do. They really, really do.
I thought I had nothing to blog about today. I was very wrong. It just took awhile, that's all. Got home this evening and saw this huge long box in the middle of the living room. Thought it might have been my life-sized Sark doll, but I don't think they actually inflate those for shipment. :P
Box stayed out of sight and out of mind, but I knew who it belonged to. Pooh's smart like that. And yep, just a few minutes ago, Rabbit was dragging the huge thing into her room. She might as well have brought it into my room because dudes, it's her guitar. Her new freaking guitar. Remember how I mentioned that there was a guitar catalog on the diningroom table awhile aback? Yep. Apparently she must be loaded if all she does is buy all sorts of new toys. Hmph. And I can hear it. Hard to miss it. My walls are vibrating from it. I miss the keyboards because I couldn't always hear it, but I like that she's much much better at the guitar. Even if she's playing the exact same thing she was trying to learn on the keyboard. And now... she's just strumming. The same thing. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and....
I'm going to go insane pretty soon. I swear it sounds like she's got it hooked up to an amp or something. Damn that's loud. Ugh.
ARGH! Damn mosquitoes. Sorry, that was random.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:36 PM ... ||
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
"Well, spank me rosy!"
Sigh.
Moan.
Groan.
Sob.
Just like Amanda said. The Devils got spanked tonight by the damn Bruins. Sadness.
It's not our fault. Not really. Marty 
(see how adorable he is?) was having a bad day. The man can't be Mr. Spectacular Goalie every single game, ok? Sighness. Besides. We let them win. Yep. That's it. And it's all part of The Plan. The Devs want to win the series on home ice. Then there'll be a much better celebration. See? Makes sense, no? (Shaddup)
But not all was lost. My wonderful boyfriend got the lone Devils goal (5-hole, baby!). And look...
Isn't he just the dreamiest?
Damn. Stupid small pic. Bleh. Ok, now I'm making myself all nauseous....
|| posted by Pooh at 10:46 PM ... ||
Getting ready for NekkidBondage!Kief
2 AM - Very Nekkid Jack (3 AM)