Sunday, August 31, 2003
It's official. The PoohMom is a total DZFangirl. She's even more insane than ME! After breakfast this morning, she immediately popped in a Dead Zone dvd. I had to show her how to get through the menus to get to the episodes, and then gave her a quickie tutorial on how to skip all the boring parts, ie. credits, etc. We ended up watching 3 eps straight. Then she dutifully turned off the dvd player, went away for 5 minutes, then came right back out and popped in the next disc because the show "is really good!" I started watching the newest ep with her, but fell asleep on the couch, and when I woke up, she was already on the next ep.
Oy. Right now, she's adorable. She never gets really into shows like this, and she's really -- REALLY -- into the show. Even though I think she understands maybe only 90% of it. (In one ep, she mentioned that "the friend" in his vision looked just like him. So yeah... she gets the "he touches people and can see into their past and future" thing, but she has yet to master the idea that when he has his visions, he sorta steps into their shoes. Um, yeah... someone else can take a stab at explaining that. *huggles PoohMom*) She was so caught up in the show that we almost forgot that we had to meet Thing 2 for dinner. I hate to think what'll happen when she finishes all the dvds, and there aren't any S2 ones for her to start on. I'm thinking it won't be pretty. LOL.
Then tonight, the Pooh and PoohMom bonded over kitchen appliances. I'm stealing their toaster oven and microwave, which gives them a convenient excuse to buy new ones. Unfortunately, I had to clean them first. Who knew baking soda was so great? It's one of those MomTips I won't be forgetting anytime soon. Heh.
The PoohDad also tried to bond with the Pooh. And pretty much failed. I was given an ultimatum over dinner: Find a guy, or he'll be forced to take me to China or Hong Kong so I can go husband shopping. According to Thing2, there's an extreme shortage of women in China. (Oh, man, I can't stop laughing as I type this.) The PoohMom turned on me, by revealing that men are willing to cook for their women -- you know, because of the shortage, they've learned to cook for themselves and as a form of courtship. (Okay, a man who can cook? Sexy. But... oy, what a manipulative, roundabout way to get to me!) Then the PoohDad dug a deeper hole by saying I need to find a man soon because 1) really high educational degrees for women tend to be mood-killers, and 2) after 30, I'll have to settle for anything that breathes -- that is... IF they'll have me.
LMFAO. Seriously. I love the PoohDad. I really do, because he cracks me up. We ended up compromising. If I don't find a guy soon, he's welcome to go to China or Hong Kong or wherever he has to, by himself, and bring a man -- any man of his choosing -- back for me. I figure, by that time, eh... might as well. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:25 PM ... ||
Happy Birthday Meggers!
[insert Birthday Fanart of all Meg's hot guys (you know... IF I could do fanart)]
Weeee!! Liked your non-non-present? Hee. *kisses*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:07 AM ... ||
Well, I'm home again. The clothes packing? Um... got sidetracked by serious loads of laundry and a ton of ironing.
Then... the Mom caught me watching the S1 finale of my Dead Zone (yeah, you all know what scene I was trying to get to :P) while ironing, and asked to watch from the beginning. Since I'm a good TVShowFanConverter, I suggested she watch from the very first ep of S1. Surprise! PoohMom got really into it, and as soon as the first ep finished, she immediately wanted to watch the next ep. By the time I finished ironing, we had finished watching the entire first disc. Okay... so it was only 3 eps, but for the PoohMom to sit still for that long? A miracle. Then it was a really big surprise when she admitted that she watched parts of another ep once on TV, but could never remember what time the show was on so she kept missing it. Best (and possibly strangest... and if anyone knew PoohMom, you'd agree) part of the entire experience? She decided to go to bed after the first disc, but made me swear that I wouldn't take my dvds with me to the apartment because she now loves the show and wants to finish the season (meanwhile, I'm waiting for S2 dvds, dammit).
*pumps fist* Aww yeah. I'm doing my civic and humanitarian duty, making the world a better place for all. I'm going to convert the PoohMom into watching GOOD TV, and not that Lifetime shit she's constantly watching. all. the. time. Or as One called her, "a Lifetime fangirl." LMFAO.
And just because watching the pilot ep made me kinda teary again (mostly crying because I never did get to THAT part in the S1 finale before the PoohMom took over).... shippy goodness!
AMH! Farmer Ted all growed up! Geekboys get hot and sexy! Rowr!!
Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:42 AM ... ||
Saturday, August 30, 2003
Guess where I am.....!!!
In the apartment. Setting up crap. TV. VCR. (Non-existent) DVD player. Computer. Cable crap.
Computer and TV works. Desk is a bit wobbly though, and don't have a chair so I'm sitting on one of those bean bag cube things. It's getting pretty flat under my fat ass.
Woohoo!!
Now all I need to do is go home, wash and iron all my clothes, and bring them here. Still not sure if I like the setup of the room, but too lazy to do anything about that now. Maybe after I get more comfortable and used it around here, I'll switch things up. And get that bigger screen TV. Hee.
Eww. *sniff* Pooh stinky. Better hurry up so I can get home and start the rest of the packing.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:48 PM ... ||
Friday, August 29, 2003
Because I can.
Because he's pretty.
Because his Russian Assassin is frickin' sexy, and his one-armed, gun-toting, multi-agent, Russian-spewing characterization can melt the coldest of bitches (ie. me) into a pile of mushy goo.
Mmmmm. Nickage!
From E!Online:
Producer JJ Abrams also came to her defense. "What's interesting," he said, "is that fans were so mad [about Vaughn being married] they were like, 'How dare Vaughn do that? After only two years?' But the thing is, Sydney did the same thing. She lost her fiancé, and she moved on. After the first year, we know there is something there, and in the second year, she falls in love."
LMFAO. That is all.
Speaking of those "fans"... I'm reminded of something (totally irrelevant) that was discussed on the radio this morning. Supposedly, Singles are 7.5 times more likely to end up in a psychiatric institution than Marrieds (Dude, sign me up right now.) Now, I'm not sure if a scientific study has been done on this before, but I'm pretty sure the stats for Obsessively Psychotic Fans Who Think TV Shows Were Made To Cater Specifically To Their Every Whim, Desire, Demand, and Then Must Attack Characters/Actors/Writers or Continually Threaten To "Stop Watching" (But Sadly Are All Talk... and Talk and Talk and Talk and... shut the fuck up already and follow through with your threats, dammit!) If They Don't Get Their Way? Higher. Much higher. Much much much much higher.
Will we be needing more psychiatric wards after Alias S3 is finished? Goodness, I hope so. *makes moo moo eyes at JJ*
In other boring news....
I finally put up those stooooopid shelves. I think my fingers were too fat. I had problems getting the nuts and bolts to cooperate. The package came with an extra brace, which confuzzled me, dammit. But I managed to stick it somewhere. It's always better to have the additional support... especially since I ended up with an extra nut.
Damn. This doesn't make me a freak, does it? *blinks*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:29 AM ... ||
Thursday, August 28, 2003
I hate to bump The Donnie, but I'm in the mood for more pics. Since I'm currently on my Boomtown kick, thought I'd post one of my other boyfriend from that show.
NEAL!!!
Mmmmmm.
Since everyone's doing it....
If you didn't know already, AU went kaput. The board's gone. *insert shocked look* Yeah, where have you been recently? Anyway, like all good snarkers, a bunch of staff members decided to open another board because we NEED a place to snark and gush about shows -- I think this is the... 3rd?... incarnation of an Alias snark board... ASS, AS draft, this real one. Since I don't want to be responsible for recruiting tards (you know who you are... well, some of you do...), I'm not going to link you (ha! you'll have to find it elsewhere. nya nya nya), but Alias Snarkgasm (plus other show forums) is now open. :P
I love late August. Everyone's on vacation and no matter how late I get to work, there's still a bunch of good parking spots left. Woohoo! Of course... I'm going to go bust my ass so I can get out of here early today. Heh. Big shocker, huh?
And lastly...
Good Luck, Connie!!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:41 AM ... ||
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Hey, if Onesy is going to be posting Kiefer pics at her blog, then I might as well reciprocate and post a Donnie pic. She knows which one I'm talking about. We were only staring at it forever last night. LOL.
Mmmmm. I've been posting this baby everywhere and anywhere. There's just something so very squeeable about that pic. Must be the ThudFactor. Because he's hot, BUT he's fully dressed, and yet.... *THUD*
The other pic of him standing and looking all sexy and stuff... working those pretty tight jeans... and the t-shirt/button-down look... is over at the LJ. I'd post that one here, too, but I'm too busy staring at this particular pic, and it would be unfair to split my attention like that. So maybe later. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:07 AM ... ||
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
I really need to get out of the habit of leaving work early. Every day, I get there, and the first thought in my head is "Hmm... wonder how early I can get out of here." Why bother going at all?
Anyway, I did the mad rush to finish all my work, which was mainly to fill in my lab notebook. Took forever, and I got black ink all over my hands. Don't ask. With the bosses on vacation, I busted my ass out of there by 3. Shhhhhhhh. Too bad I'm going to be punished for it tomorrow. More tissue testing, which means I'll be there all day.
Besides, I deserve this mini-day vacation. Barely got any sleep last night (ok, so what if that's my fault?), was emotionally drained because of The Donnie (yeah, I'm a sap, whatever), still need to put together the new shelves (with sorta correct dimensions this time, woohoo), and wanted to chat with Meggy (uh, okay...shouldn't use that as an excuse, lol).
So eventually... I'm going to finish up here, put up my shelves, go rewatch The Donnie, and take a nap. Or not. Maybe I'll just sit here and continue chatting with MeggyBear and whoever else wants to harass me. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 5:05 PM ... ||
Quickie:
Steph -- This Chris Noth pic. Not sure if the link will work though. Onesy had a bit of trouble with it. You might have to find the pic on the site itself -- not too bad, considering all the other pics there. LOL. But this pic is just for you....
Hee!
Onesy -- I broke with the LJ quizilla theme and actually blogged some psychotic obsessive fangirl rantings there. I can't believe it. Pooh with two ranting/raving blogs is just... scary.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:42 AM ... ||
Monday, August 25, 2003
Remember how I said my day would get even better? Oh yeah. It was fabulous!!
ThatGuy called to give me his password so I could log him out. That was good. I logged on. That was also very good. The program opened and... "Protection key not found. Continue in demo mode." That... was not so good. Dammit! After all that work!
Ended up calling the boss at home. During his vacation. Got to use his computer, which had a different imaging program -- a much more convoluted program. Bleh. Except that program didn't work on my account, so I had to call him back and get his password. Grrr. Anyway, I got to sit in his cube the rest of the day. That was kinda...nice. Guess I better get used to it, since it was a preview of my future. (Gaaahhh!) But that program hurt. A hundred measurements using the mouse. If I didn't have the beginnings of carpal tunnel before this, I think I have it now. Ouch.
*****
DAMN!
Thing 1 just IM'ed to tell me that one of my cousins got engaged this weekend.
Frell.
I mean, that's nice for him and all, but... oh hell.
*****
Boomtown. DVDs. NOW!!!
Watched the rerun of the S1 finale on TNT.
O.M.G.
OHMYFUCKINGGOD.
And by "God," I mean The Donnie. Of course. Because... Damn Damn Damn. Joel made me cry. Joel made me bawl like a little baby. Joel made me want to crawl through the TV, hug him, and never let go. Joel made me want to rush out, find a guy, force him to watch me sleep, then have him tell me he couldn't stop watching me because I'm beautiful when I sleep. Only, it would help if the guy were Joel.
Damn.
The world needs more of him. Grrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:51 PM ... ||
Oh holy hell.
I was getting antsy and stuff because Jerkass still hasn't showed up at work or called, no one has replied to my general email asking if anyone has the software discs, and the morning is almost gone. Grrrr.
But then I found these and... *thud thud THUD* Anyone who visits this blog knows what I like, and should share the same preferences. So believe me when I tell you that you ONLY need to look at the last three sets of pics on the bottom. Hubba. IMO, the flip-flops are what really make the outfit work. Heh. (Yeah, that was sarcasm, dude, just in case you're one of the very last people to realize that feet? Squick Pooh out. Even her own. Bleh.) I can't believe I actually linked that (as in "that" site, and I am so not going to answer any questions as to why I was there in the first place. :P ), so please enjoy. I know you will.
Okay, back to being all antsy and stuff about finishing up my measurements. Did get one thing done, though. Called up my HR person, who amazingly still remembers me since I went to see her once months ago. She's going to look into my extension thing since the supervisor wasn't able to get to that before vacation. Hmmph.
Hold on....
YAY!!! ThatGuy called. He gave me his password so I can do my thing now. Phew!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:42 AM ... ||
My day could possibly get worse...
And I'm fully expecting it to.
Everyone should get in the habit of LOGGING OFF the computers at the end of the damn day. Especially when you know your computer is the only one around installed with a certain imaging measurement software. The guy from school who also works here, got moved from his desk into the lab and onto one of the only other available computers in here. Too bad that computer has the software I desperately need today since I need to make a gazillion measurements. Too bad also that no one knows where the software discs are so I can install it on another computer in here. Too fucking bad that he makes his own hours and only shows up when he feels like it. And too really fucking bad that he just left work Friday afternoon without telling anyone, and when I called him on the cell later, he didn't answer. Nor did he answer this morning when I called his cell again and left another voicemail. So now I've got a TardRoomie and ThisGuy not answering their cells or voicemails.
I ask you, WHAT THE FUCK IS A CELL FOR?? Especially if it's your PRIMARY and ONLY phone?
I'm wasting valuable time here, dammit.
Oh, and apparently, I rechecked my contract, and I think my last day was Friday or maybe today. It was vague as hell in the letter. I need to get my internship extended, but my new supervisor doesn't know how to do it, and he just left on vacation. My old supervisor has been on vacation since last week. Sighness.
I just want to go home and sleep. And maybe finish moving. Grrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:16 AM ... ||
Exactly how much closet space does one "guy" need?
Grrrrr!
P.S. My lab smells like someone died in here; I've got to take a million measurements today so I can skip out tomorrow; I want to go home right now. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:26 AM ... ||
Sunday, August 24, 2003
This is just a quick post. Stopped by the school lab to pick up the apartment key the TardRoomie left for me. Am going to drop off my dresser, which I woke up extra early this morning to clean out and rescue from it's bug-infested corner. You know, I actually had a ton of clothes in there? Clothes I haven't worn or seen in a good two years. Must go through them and see what I want to keep. Shut up. I'm a packrat. I don't care. Hrmph. Then must get ass home so I can return those stupid shelves and get ones with dimensions that aren't so incredibly...wrong. Still no bed moving. I'm hoping for a nice guy with a big truck or SUV to come do it for me. *waits patiently* I am nothing if not patient. Look how long I've been waiting for Mr.ReallyRichSingleManToMarryMe. Heh.
Sadly, AManToHelpMeMove does not mean the PoohBro. What good is a Y chromosome if you don't put yourself to use? He does have his moments, though. Last night, he made a Bon Jovi greatest hits cd for Thing 2 after she asked for one. The boy actually took time out of his "I only play tennis 4 hours/day then spend the other 50 hours/day glued to the PC playing Counterstrike or Day of Defeat" schedule to dl some songs real quick (tsk tsk) and make her a disc. He even made a cover for the jewel case. Aww. His explanation for this good turn? Bon Jovi's classic, so of course he's going to do it for her. (This coming from a boy who dl'ed Bryan Adam songs because those were "classic," too. *rolls eyes*) So now, he's been blasting the Winamp, playing Bon Jovi songs, which have now replaced those nasty NKOTB songs stuck in my head.
:P to One. Lemming. Hmph. But yeah, actually... could ya come do my work for me? *very lazy and spoiled...oh, and don't forget spoiled...and lazy*
SM - I think we can blame Trix for the NKOTB. She did it to me, and I did it to you. Time for you to continue the spread.
Steph - Oh dear. I heard that, too. Might have to force myself to watch. Ugh. Or tape and fast forward to all the Nick parts. Those will be the only parts worth watching anyway. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:32 AM ... ||
Saturday, August 23, 2003
Fuck.
The shelves, which were supposed to fit in the space to be vacated by my desk... They're too big, too wide, too deep, and too high. You'd think I would have actually checked out the dimensions before purchasing them.
Fuckity fuck.
Then almost couldn't put one of the tiers I took out of the box... back into the box. Bleh.
Bleh! I say.
I had my flathead screwdriver all raring to go, and I was denied. *cries*
No cleaning the crap off my desk and relocating it to the new shelves. That means I need to clean out the extra dresser instead so I have something to bring to the apartment tomorrow. Yeah... bed would have been nice, except I don't do beds on top of the car. I'm also rethinking the aerobed, but that scares me. Too bad the dresser is in the corner, all dusty and dirty and webby, and wedged in amongst a bunch of Rubbermaid tubs filled with shit, which are themselves surrounded by tons of crap. Bet there are bugs and spiders in that corner, too. *sobs*
Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:59 PM ... ||
Went out and brought more shelves. I love shelves. My house, when I get one, is going to be full of shelves. Heh. Almost said "screw it" to bringing the bed down to the apartment, and almost got one of those big aerobeds that come in two parts and inflates into a "real" bed. Wasn't too bad a price, either. Hmm. We'll see. Might be kinda fun, except when it pops in the middle of the night. LOL.
Finally finished watching the SATC: S1 dvds. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Took me forever. Guess I'm not as addicted as everyone else. I mean, dude. I really want to keep watching, but I'm not obsessed enough to be in a hurry to get the next season dvds. Sigh. Yep, I suck muchly. I will say this much, though... I want a Rabbit (lmfao, what would happen if I gave Rabbit a Rabbit? hee), and I want a Mr. Big. Mmmm.
Thing 2 and I were flipping through channels this morning and started watching that reality show with Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey. I think it was a repeat, but... Dude. LMFAO. Dude. I feel so incredibly bad for him. It sucks enough that he used to be part of a "boy" band, but to be married to her? Yeesh. I give it a year and a half tops. People with money just... *shakes head incredulously* Ugh. It's so unfair. So so so so unfair. But I loved Drew's comment about why Nick would want to shoot himself if he had a gun. Seriously. Put that thing to good use.
And then I had to take the PoohBro out to practice parallel parking. Oy. Wish I had a gun then. But his practice included taking me to get cheesecake, so it all ended pretty well. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:03 PM ... ||
Friday, August 22, 2003
New icon. Totally and shamelessy gakked from Trix. Hubba.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:33 PM ... ||
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Mmmmm.
No work. No jury duty. Slept in. Yummers.
Watched last week's 'MI-5' - the one that I "forgot" to watch. Holy crap. ASH? *droooooool* That man was the best part of 'Buffy,' but he was seriously wasted on that show. It's too bad what happened to him, though, because he could come back (join forces with Johnny Marx, maybe? Hee) and shake things up. Sigh. Tom, as always, was delicious, especially when he was explaining his spydom to Maisie. And Ellie? Well, I've already written her off as a lost cause, although her reaction was probably pretty spot on.
Sigh. I love this show.
In hindsight, probably shouldn't have watched a NekkidASH before going to do more apartment stuff because I was sweaty the entire day. Ick. And it had nothing to do with moving stuff, because, well, you know... what stuff? One of these days, I swear I'm going to get my bed over there. I did buy a shower curtain though. I'm such a girl, after all. It's translucent with bluish-white seashells all over it, and it's absolutely adorable.
Ugh. Yep. A damn girl. Shudder. At least it wasn't floral. Phew.
Am off to rewatch my High Fidelity DVD. Mmmm. WetJohn. The man sure knows how to write a screenplay. There's a gazillion JohnInTheRain scenes in that movie. *thud*
|| posted by Pooh at 4:50 PM ... ||
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
It's MI-5 Day!!
Again, I'm reminded that British 6-ep series SUCK. Next week is the Series 1 finale. Dude. Quit being so lazy and write more eps. LOL.
What can I say about this ep? Tessa rocks hard. Gotta love any woman who can get a booty call in a hallway. At work. And she's not a 20-something thang either. Go Tessa. She's so my badass idol. Hmm. Irina and Tessa could totally work together. I'd die to see that crossover. Hee.
Harry was awesome, wonderful, kickass. And yes, beautifully snarky and hot. Weeeeee!!
Mmmm. Danny. NekkidDanny. NekkidWetDanny. *thud*
Mmmm. Danny. CrawlingDanny. CrawlingDannyWithAssWigglingInTheAir. *thud thud*
The Danny/Zoe was cute. Very cute. I know Trix was probably hyperventilating when they had their two near kisses. Hee. She can take care of the shipping for them, though. Sadly, while incredibly adorable together, I can't get over the ReallyGoodFriends/Sibling-ish vibes - now, yet, sometime. Maybe I'm holding out for something else. Maybe I'm having a mental block over these two because I'm reaching...for something/someone else. Yet, I don't know what that is. Dammit. I NEED a ship. It's against my nature - and the laws of the universe - for me not to ship. I just can't settle on any couple. Grrrr. Driving me nuts!!
Speaking of ships... Okay, I used to like Ellie and Tom together, but I think I only wanted them together because the Tom/Maisie relationship was just so damn adorable. Now? Ellie needs to go away. First, she needs to shut the fuck up, and then she needs to go away. If possible, she should leave Maisie with Tom. What the hell does she have to whine about anyway? First, she's got Tom. Second, her ex is just blehhhh, especially if he thought he'd face off with Tom. Hello? Tardness much? Third, she's got TOM. Has the woman looked at him? I mean, really really REALLY LOOKED at him? Because, dude... *SWOON* Fourth, he loves her, says so all the time, and he's wonderful with her kid. Exactly how much more does the woman need? Plus, he's a spy. Not just any spy, mind you. A TV Spy. That's way more sexy bonus points than any other woman will ever see in her lifetime. And finally... IT'S TOM!
Being the spoiled brat that I am, I know what's going to happen. Heh. So I guess I'll live with just snarking on her.
Oh, btw, Tom needs to come to me. Wearing only that coat. Rowr, baby!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:47 PM ... ||
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
Called in for jury duty. Jurors 001-0255 must report in, all others are excused. La la la. Guess which one I am? 0289.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
Hey, I served my state and my country. They just didn't need me.
Woohooo!!
And...
I already told my boss I would be out for jury duty tomorrow. So... no work!!!!
*does Dance of Joy* Hey! Hey! Hey! HEY!
I'll probably go back down to the apartment and do something, but without furniture, there's really not much to do. Hmm. Maybe I'll bring part of a dresser down and go spend some more money on stuff. Although, I'm hesitant to buy anything more since the BastardRoomie's contribution to the shared stuff? Zero. Punkass. My contribution? My credit card hates me. Thank god it expires next month and I haven't seen the replacement yet. Someone needs to take it away from me.
Sigh.
P.S.
Trix -- Told you so. *makes face* I can hear 'Pomp and Circumstance' already. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 5:58 PM ... ||
Monday, August 18, 2003
To Trix:
Happy First Day of Classes! Weeeeeee! Just remember, everyone else is a tard and not as intelligent or snarkily cool as you. Here's hoping you graduate before me. ;)
Lotsa luck,
Pooh
|| posted by Pooh at 11:28 PM ... ||
Happy Birthday, Vlada!!!!
Took the afternoon off from work so I could go to school and do some paperwork -- like register. Felt bad, though. Friend's last day working as an intern and I don't get to see him off. Who really needs school anyway, huh? And also to spend some time cleaning the apartment. Don't have any furniture, but damned if the place won't be sparkling, or close to, when I finally get some.
Speaking of furniture, I barely have anything for the bedroom. No bed. No dresser. No desk. (But I am providing all the pots/pans/utensils/dishes, and apparently, TP, soap, etc, bastard) Which means either I need to steal some from home or actually buy them -- the furniture, not the disposables...well, ok, those, too. So what does roomie ask? Whether I'm going to buy a futon for the livingroom. "Because that will be really great... I can only afford a secondhand one, but I don't think I can find one anytime soon... and people can sleep on it if they visit, right?... and you're really going to get one, right?... and my old apartment used to have this really great Ikea futon... yadda yadda yadda... but you're going to buy one, right, because we need one, and that will be really great..."
GRRRR. Not once did he offer to supply anything for the apartment except for whatever's in his bedroom. Ok, fine. He says he'll put his stereo in the livingroom and maybe some shelves. Big whoopeedoo. Sure. Let me spend all the money on this crappy apartment. And btw, we're getting furniture from Walmart or Kmart, or whatever cheapass stores are around here. BJ's or Costco, if it comes down to it. Fuck that expensive Ikdea shit. I'm saving that for my real apartment.
Other apartment news? I left contact paper there for him since he was going to wait for the cable guy. Thought he'd help clean or something since he wouldn't have anything to do. HA! He lined one shelf. ONE shelf. Before I arrived after lunch. Oh, and the cable guy? Never came. Our appointment was from 11-2. Nevermind that my little TV is the only thing in the apartment right now. Guy called to say he would be there at noon. So of course, the roomie doesn't get to the apartment until a little before noon. At 2, he called the guy, and turned out the guy showed up at 11:30 when no one was there. So we tell him to get his ass there before 4 since that's as long as I can stay. The roomie left to "do something" at the school, leaving me all alone to deal with the guy. Supposedly, I was going to use my charms to weasel out a free extra line for our second and third TVs. Too bad I don't know if I'm sexy enough to do it, since the guy didn't show up before I had to leave. A quick call to the roomie to let him know that I'm leaving and the guy never showed. What does the roomie do? Act all panicky and suprised that I'm leaving and can't wait forever until whenever the guy shows up, when I specifically told him that I couldn't stay later. So he does one of those, "Wait, just let me call the guy one more time. I'll call you right back." Um, HELLO? What part of "I. Have. To. Fucking. Leave" does the TardRoomie not get? As if even if he got through to the guy, I would have been able to wait any longer. Pfffffft. Of course, he gets the voicemail instead, and then he calls back to give me permission to leave.
Dude.
*smack smack kick kick slap slap*
Damn straight I can leave. And I tell him that maybe he should bring his TV to the apartment. You know, so the cable guy can really set up the cable. Or something. Sheesh. Oh, and then, I tell him that I cleaned the bathroom and part of the kitchen, and if he can clean the rest and finish lining the shelves. Bastard tells me he doesn't like to clean until after he moves in, but he'll line the shelves and maybe clean the rest of the apartment. Oh man. I'm getting twitchy just remembering all this stuff.
And earlier... I'm walking through the student center to grab some lunch, which turned out to be quite an experience. There are some things people in general -- but definitely, I -- don't need to see while I'm eating. This one couple with a toddler strolled seductively through the food court. His hand on her waist. Her hand on his "waist" -- that is, if his waist happens to be located near his nipple. Under his shirt. Lifting his shirt so it's halfway up his back, exposing his less than perfect back to the entire eating population. First of all, gross. Second of all, gross. And oh, yeah, GROSS. Look, it's nice that they obviously like each other and want to express that like, but leave that PDA crap at home. With the curtains closed. In the dark.
Why, no, I'm not that much of a prude. I just don't want to be seeing/thinking about hairy, zitty backs while I'm scarfing down my fatty burger and artery-clogging fries. Thanks, but no thanks.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:27 PM ... ||
Sunday, August 17, 2003
The traffic rant never gets boring for me. :P
On the way back to the apartment to drop off some cleaning supplies, and then on the rush to get back home so we can go pick up Thing 2 in a little bit, I ran into 4 types of drivers on my Peeved List.
1. Cars who hog the left lane as their own, but drive at their own slow pace when there's no cars immediately in front of them. As soon as a fast car gets in front of them, then they start speeding up. Saw this happen when a minivan sped in front of the car in front of me. Zoom. We were suddenly off. As soon as the van switched lanes, we were back down to hovering just below the speed limit. I switched lanes, zipped way ahead in the next lane until there was at least a mile between me and the slow car. As soon as I was in the left lane again, that car was tailing me within five seconds. Dude. Grrr.
2. People who drive slow. In a SUV. In a BMW SUV. Doing 55 on a 65 mph zone. First, you're driving a BMW. Second, you're driving a SUV. What... are you scared of the road? Afraid it's going to open up and swallow you if you use your expensive, aggressive power to charge ahead? Or are you scared because most cops like to target SUVs and sports cars? Because, sweetie, the sooner you come to accept that ALL of Jersey is a speed trap, the happier we'll all be in uniform traffic law-'abiding"-ness.
3. NY drivers.
4. PA drivers. Welcome to Jersey, where 90% of our state isn't rolling hills, valleys, and farmland, and we actually have roads and people. I don't really hate them, you see. And I'm not going to knock them for their driving skills. It sucks enough for them that they're from PA.
Gender-ish peeve:
Why is it that just because I'm a girl, I have to be the one to pick out the shower curtain and the pattern of the shelf liners? Dude. Whatever. This is just a temp apartment, and I want to be cheap and practical. Curtains or shelf paper in solids, or florals, or skull/crossbones designs. I don't give two shits. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm supposed to, either.
And one of those impossible questions:
Let's say that you're stuck on a three-lane highway. Trucks are clogging the right lane. There's a NY driver in a left lane, and a PA driver in the other left lane. No cars are in front of either car, and they're going at roughly the same speed -- which is slow and disappointingly, actually at the speed limit. Which car has the greater potential of speeding up so you can get in front of the other one (and to highway traffic freedom)? The "far left lane" is not necessarily the "correct" answer since Jerseyans pass on the right, too. There is, unofficially, no slow/right lane around here. :P
Bleh. To the airport I go. Was kinda nice without the Thing 2 around for a week, but I guess her return means I have someone else to rant about. If it comes to that. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:44 PM ... ||
Saturday, August 16, 2003
Dude. Just watched last night's repeat Boomtown ep. Guh. The Donnie. Shirtless. Where's my damn TV card and screencapper, dammit.
Grrrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:30 PM ... ||
I don't want to talk about it.
Ok, actually, I'm more than willing to talk about it. Trix can attest to that.
But I won't blog about it, because it'll just make me all icky and yucky and put me in a depressed funk. Besides, it'll be funnier through IM. And if you're one of the lucky few who actually has my number, it'll be even way more hilarious with my hysterically ranty voice. Shrieks and snarks with all the correct inflections. Heh.
Let's just say... Maybe I'm a priss. Maybe I'm spoiled. Maybe I just expect too much. I mean, I knew that place was a bit ghetto, but exactly how trashy? Bit of a shock. Not that I'm not used to trash, ya know.
To Meg, who deserted me after asking the question:
Yes, Pooh finished BoB this morning. Yes, Pooh sat forward, eyes glued to the screen, just staring at all the hot men. Mmmm. Shirtless, wet Damian. Or Damian in his uniform with the collar open. Or Damian laughing at his drunk friends. And... um... oh yeah, there were way more guys. Mmmm to Matthew Settle. When he gets all cleaned up? Hot damn. And The Donnie in a tank top!! Damn. Those shoulders. Damn. And Neal with those eyes. Daaamn. (Must remember to watch the tape of last night's Boomtown). Oh, and... yes, Meg, Pooh did tear up at the end when you hear all the real people talking. Sigh. I'm such a sap. I'm so so so so so glad I got the DVDs.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:57 PM ... ||
Right now.
At this very second.
I am flogging myself for deciding not to just move back into the graduate apartments. All I really need is just a room. With a bed, a desk, a closet, and a dresser. This apartment thing is giving me serious headaches and is just pissing me off in all sorts of new ways I didn't think was possible.
Word of advice.
Never decide to sign a new lease with a roomie you're just "okay" friends with. Especially if they're of the opposite sex. No matter how flamingly harmless they are. Right now, I'd give anything to be living in an apartment with 5 Rabbits and Wabbits going at it like... well, rabbits. Because the StupidFuckingThisIsSuchABadIdea-I'mGoingToLiveToRegretInLessThanADay-NoGoodRoomie is making me dip in reserves of patience that I really don't have. I'm practically borrowing patience from the people around me.
When does he finally call me back? Two minutes ago. AFTER I called him this morning to check on him again. Did he get the keys? "Heh. No. The trains were late and I didn't get there until after 5." Excuse me... the trains in Jersey were running. Why would it take you an ENTIRE FUCKING DAY to get your ass 1/3 of the way through Jersey?? JERSEY!! It only takes 3-4 hours tops to drive through the whole thing. Then he says he'll go pick them up today and pay the rent for this month since I footed the security deposit -- the ENTIRE security deposit. Oh, but first he needs to get his car checked out, and then might have to find someone to drive his ass there. And, by the way, do I have the landlady's number because he lost that, too. The jackass then hangs up on me, and when he calls back, has the gall to ask me why I hung up on him. Punkass. Every time his phone conks out, it's always my fault. Bastard. THEN he has the nerve to ask me what I'm going to do. Okay.... it wasn't the fact that he asked the question. It was the WAY he asked the question. In a really accusatory tone, as if he's been doing all the fucking work to get this apartment deal done, and like I haven't done crap work to help.
Excuse me?
Excuse me while I go set something or someone alive on fire.
Moving into an apartment is supposed to be fun and exciting. Instead, I feel like someone just told me to get my ass down into the NYC sewer system and clean it until it sparkles. With my tongue.
After I tell him I'll probably go and get MY key and start moving shit in, he drops a "oh, well, if I don't make it today, you'll have to pick up my key, too."
Oh, really? And I suppose I'll just have to foot this month's rent, too, while I'm at it. And all the common area furniture, not to mention the kitchen stuff.
"What are you going to do?" I'll tell you what I'm going to do. If this fucking prick defaults on me, no law, lawyer, judge, or god in heaven will convict me of what I'll do to him. And no amount of money or number of bodyguards will protect him from me. I'm sorry, but an apartment is a big deal. A big financial deal. With lots of responsibilities and accountability, and if he's going to change on me and start behaving irresponsibly.... Well, he better redeem himself by doing something to amuse me or suprise me, otherwise I'm going to be in a permanent funk for the rest of the year. Alcoholism doesn't sound so bad right now.
People wonder how I can be so anti-social.
Dammit. I need more female friends around here. And I probably need to move. Far far away.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:29 AM ... ||
Friday, August 15, 2003
"She's tolerable, I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me."
Weeeee!! I love A&E. Not only did they bring us 'MI-5', but they're also showing 'P&P' right now. Mmmm. Darcy. Nevermind that I already have the series on VHS and DVD. Heh.
Yummy. Colin Firth. And the really large Dunkin Donuts iced coffee I'm sipping right now. Hee. Caffeine... The Pooh's going to be hyper tonight. Yuppers.
And because she's in such a (generally) good mood right now, she's putting out her wish list in the hopes of soliciting more gadgets advice on brands, models, etc. Just in case someone wanted to help her spend her (nonexistent) money. In no particular order of importance, except that she must get (well... really really really WANT) these items:
1. Region-free DVD player. To hack or not to hack? Advice? Suggestions? Preferences?
2. Laptop. Reasonably priced one to "replace" (ok, who am I kidding -- to supplement, and for when I'm too lazy to get out of bed to actually sit at a real computer) the crappy desktop.
3. Digital camera. Reasonably priced (see a trend?), stylish, compact, 2-3Mpixels, uses AA batteries.
4. A 19-20" TV so I can watch all my hotties on a non-squishy, non-13" screen. Ok, don't really need any help on this one. Just going to get the cheapest one I can find. I love my men, but unless they're going to watch TV with me, there's no reason to get a really nice one.
5. Furniture. So not really looking for advice on this one, but just adding it to the list since without a bed, the Pooh can't really actually move into the apartment. Thank God we're getting our cable installed on Monday, though. Cable before bed. I mean... priorities, right?
Huh. Now that I'm all happy and stuff, might as well bitch a bit. Cuz HappyPooh? That's pretty scary. Y'all better get used to this. Last year it was the Rabbit/Wabbit saga. This year, the DamnRoomie soap opera has already begun. Jackass was supposed to pick up the keys from the landlady today, and leave my set on my desk at school so I can start moving in whenever. Now, I say supposed to. Called him. No answer. Got the voicemail twice. Left message asking whether he got the keys or not, and to call me back to let me know if he did because if he didn't, then there's no reason for me to rush out and start buying stuff for the apartment since I'll have nowhere to put it. But if he did, then I can start scrounging up crap to move tomorrow or Sunday. Five hours later... still no return call. So now what? I have no clue what I'm doing tomorrow. If he keeps this up, I'm really going to start regretting my decision to share an apartment with him. And also, now that I think about it... if I graduate in December (HA! Where have I heard THAT before?!), and unless I get a job in the area, what the hell do I need an apartment for the other 7 months? Oy.
That sounds suspiciously like I've gotten used to living back home again. If it does... duh. Free food, free cable, free electricity, free free free free... Oy. Oy. Oy.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:45 PM ... ||
Thursday, August 14, 2003
Holy flurking shit! Might have overdone it on the ranting, eh?
And the day started off so well, too....
Found my BoB DVDs. Yay!!! Slipped in a little Damian with my bowl of cereal before work. Mmmm. Talk about a great way to start the day. 'Course, would have started better had I woken up with Damian...
Got out of the driveway before the garbage truck could reach our house and block me in. Woohoo.
Heard the morning gossip girl on the radio talking about The Coming Out of JG and MV. Sweetest, nicest girl ever who always refrains from using any word harsher than "darn." But she seriously cmsu when she totally blasted them and the manner of coming-out-ness. Like it just happened very recently. *rolls eyes* Gotta love it when the good girls get their bitch and snark on. Heh.
.... Thank God that didn't last
Turned on the work computer.... pfffzzzzt. Virus. DAMMIT. Everyone at work: a collective DAMMIT.
Got hit on by the guy working the grill in the cafeteria. (Not my friend, Gerard, mind you.) I was alone. He wasn't helping anyone. As I walked by, he did a "Psssst." And then a "Hola, baby.... como estas?" with that chin/head-nod/winking/smirky thing. He went on break sometime after I sat down (in front of one of the TVs, with some Headline News guy frozen on the screen in a "wassuuuup" grinny/pose thing. Dude. Today was seriously bizarro. Wtf was up with the TV anyway?). As he walked by with his lunch, he did a "Can I sit here?" thing, but then went to sit at the next table. Facing me. Dude. The stalking thing I can deal with, but dammit, I hate when people watch me eat. Ick.
Left work a half hour late because I was cleaning the lab for the big to-do for the Big Honcho Guy meeting on Monday. Didn't hear about the power outages in NY until after I was on the road. Sucked though, because I left before the other intern and he lives in NYC. Would have offered him a ride somewhere or something, had I known ahead of time.
Watched all the "news" on TV when I got home. Luckily, just quickie power outages at home and a few blinking traffic lights. The Dad, Bro, Sisters, and I kept trying to call the Mom, who works in the city. No answers. Not even picking up the cell, when we miraculously make it through. Damn sucky cell service during statewide emergencies. Bleh. Finally the Mom calls us back (3 hours after the power outage hit), to tell us that she's trying to make it home but it took her three hours to get to a bridge to get into Manhattan. Well, um, hello? They weren't letting cars into Manhattan via the bridges. Plus, she was running low on gas. THREE HOURS. You'd think she could have called us when she decided to close early so we could give her the scoop on what was going on. Love the Mom and all, but she's got shit listening skills when it comes to radio/news/traffic reports. To make a long story short... she just got to my aunt's house about half a hour ago. Called home to say she got there. And that she was going to go eat some ice cream now. Sounded like a kid in a candy store. Huh. Guess she didn't care that we spent HOURS worrying that she was stuck on some road in a bad neighborhood, still trying to get back to Jersey!!
Forced by the Dad to take the Bro to B&N to exchange one of his summer reading books. I swear, I think the Bro made up his booklist the first time we went. The boy can't get his act together, and I hate that some people assume he's my kid (just because I'm OLD, you see). Cuz, seriously, if he were my kid, I'd beat some sense and accountability into him. The tardface puts the book he's returning, the book he's getting, and a reciept down in front of the cashier without saying a word. And they stare at each other. Hello. Did it ever occur to him that the cashier CAN'T READ MINDS??? Then I had to deal with supreme bitching from him because the Dad told him he couldn't meet his friends to play tennis in the evening since he had been on the computer the entire day (shocking), hadn't touched any of the other (correct) books he's supposed to read (so shocking, I'm having a heart attack), and didn't even want to go back to exchange the wrong book (I'd say I'm surprised, but not so much). BroBitching is like a million times worse than PoohBitching because he hits when he's pissed. Ouch.
PissedPooh just gets vindictive and petty. Sorta like what happened on the way home from B&N, when the Pooh experienced major psycho road rage. It was not pretty. But then again, the soccer mom in the ugly forest green Honda minivan, license plate $#$^^# should NOT have cut me off on a single lane road and then ground to a sudden and complete stop as soon as she saw a blinking traffic light and two cops chilling (seriously chilling, like out of their cars, laughing and joking, not even watching the street kind of chilling) on the side of the road, before continuing at a brisk and law-breaking 30 mph on a single lane road marked for 45 mph. It was tail her ass home or cut her off and then proceed to go 25 mph in front of her. Sadly, before a decision could be reached, I had to turn off onto my street. Suffice to say, after reliving those horrid memories, I probably shouldn't get behind a wheel after I finish blogging.
And now, EVERYONE keeps calling. Like this power outage -- that didn't affect our area -- is a catastrophic event and we all need to get in touch and ask over and over again if everyone's okay. Uh, yeah. If the power goes out, worst case scenario is we sit in the dark and bitch about not being able to use the internet. Was kinda interesting to see the newsfeed of all those people out on the streets. In NY? Walkers everywhere? That is shocking.
Speaking of the internet... The landlady gave us a slip of paper with our account number and various important telephone numbers on it. You know, stuff like the electric co and the cable co. Roomie took the paper because he was going to call the cable co to check if his account was transferable. So I said, fine. Just call me with the numbers if you need me to contact anyone. One week. ONE. WEEK. He had ONE FUCKING WEEK to make a simple phone call, and he didn't do it until this morning, AFTER I emailed him to find out what's what. We can move in tomorrow, and hell if I'm going to move into an apartment without electricity or cable, but mostly electricity. So he calls me at 4PM to tell me he's got the cable covered and can I call the electric company. Sure. No prob. Just give me the number the landlady wrote down on that slip of paper. Uhhh... what paper? Dammit, bastard, the paper she gave me, which you asked to have first so you could make some calls. You know, the paper I didn't want to give you because I KNEW this would happen since you are a fucking unreliable, incompetent BASTARD. (And before you say it... there was no time to make a quick copy of it since I was already over an hour late getting back to work and the landlady disappeared awfully quick after we left her office.) So left to my own devices, I was forced to search for the telephone number. Dude. PSE&G has THE. SLOWEST. LOADING. PAGE. IN. THE. HISTORY. OF. THE. INTERNET. Afterwards, it did seem kind of funny that I was ordering electricity on the very day that NYC gets the electricity shaft.
Btw, I'd blame Detroit, but since some of the Freaks are from there, I'll refrain from snarking on them. Instead, I blame Canada. :P
So yeah... the DamnRoomie "lost" the slip of paper in his bookbag. Really. How does one do that? The thing had our account number on it, and I think that's what we're supposed to use to pay our rent. Ugh. He's going to pick up the keys tomorrow, so he better get another copy or I'll kick his ass. I swear, if he screws me over, he's dead. DEAD, you hear??? All Bastards eventually face the wrath of Pooh.
Okay, gotta stop ranting now. You know, at first, I thought I had a pretty okay day, with some minor incidents. But now, as I keep remembering more and more stuff... it was actually pretty shitty. So stopping. Y'all can thank me if you want.
Before I leave, I must add this:
You want Julia's ex.... Kiefer Sutherland! He's
bad-boy cute and has a good job (finally!) with
the hit show "24". Julia didn't want
him, yeah, you'll take him!
Duh.
No matter what answers I put in, I kept getting the Kief. Dude. When it's fate...
P.S. Final rant: Byebye, all of Pooh's pretty military men!! *sobs*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:38 PM ... ||
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Brothers suck. Big time.
Last week, the PoohBro went with the PoohRents to visit Stanford. Before leaving he forbade me to watch any BoB eps without him. And like the good older sister that I am, I immediately inhaled 4 eps without him. Hey, someone's gotta keep the Damian lust going, even if the PoohBro could care less about that. I didn't watch the last 2 eps because, well... because he came home.
And what did the little jackass do? He stole my DVDs, hid them, and would not give them back until he caught up on the eps so we could watch the last 2 together. I'm sorry. Did I mention that he HID MY DVDs????
Bastard.
So the tardface takes his sweetass time catching up, finally watching the last one before the two I haven't seen yet. And I'm thinking, THANK GOD. I can finally finish watching this thing and continue drooling over Damian. And ya know, I think I've been a perfect saint this week, not bitching too much with the fact that he took forever to catch up. So work went by really slowly because I couldn't wait to get home and watch the thing with him.
And WHAT does the shithead do today while I was at work?
Oh yeah. That bastard finished off the entire miniseries without me. Then he has the nerve to say it to my face when I get home (after having stayed late to finish running an experiment). Not only that... BUT HE WON'T GIVE ME BACK MY DVDs... just because I bitched at him. A little. Fucking asshat.
Okay, okay... the MenInUniform pics are staying up just a tiny bit longer. So caz can copy the Damian pics if she wants. But mostly, so I can keep staring. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:28 PM ... ||
Monday, August 11, 2003
Dropping by here because this is too good to be stuck at the other place.
Did anyone watch the Comedy Central Roast for Denis Leary last night? Or tonight? Did ya see The Kief sitting next to Denis? Dude. Did you see the Sexified (ignore that chick sitting next to him) Kief? Anyone? Yummers. How is it possible for any man to look that hot? *thud*
In Alias casting news...
I'm so LOVING the news that Melissa George is going to be Mrs. Vaughn. Dude. She's hot stuff. Plus, after her 'Thieves' stint with The Stamos, you know she could kick Syd's whinybutt if she wanted. As for Justin Theroux, eh. Heard of him. Barely. Never seen anything he's been in. Don't think anyway. And this whole "real man" bit is just... ehhhhh. As much as it amuses me to no end that the character had to be described in such a way - most likely to distinguish him from the "not so real man" that is Vaughn - I can't help but think that a RealMan would stay far away from Syd. RealMen, after all, ideally don't become lovebitches.
Ugh. The Poohster actually went running this weekend. Bright and early Saturday morning. Felt great afterwards. Not so much Sunday morning when I could barely roll out of bed due to soreness. And definitely not so much this morning when I had to get up at 4:30AM to get my ass to Philly by 7:30, only to find out one patient case was cancelled and the other case ended up with tissue so deformed and mangled (poor woman) that we couldn't use it. The cheesesteak made up for it, though. As did getting home at 3 PM instead of the anticipated 7PM. But next week, I get to do it all over again, and this time, I get to lead the study. Eep. Scary. Oh, and there's something about jury duty next week, too. Grrrr.
Thanks to the power of archive settings, all my dirty, sweaty, pretty men get to stay up longer. Woohoo.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:34 PM ... ||
Sunday, August 10, 2003
I'm really not feeling the urge to boot all the pretty men right now. So I'll be spending some time over at the other place. Not that I've blogged anything remotely interesting. Just did some memes. Nothing exciting.
Okay, back to staring at all my lurvely, dirty, sweaty, uniformed boyfriends. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:03 PM ... ||
Friday, August 08, 2003
Mmmm. Anderson. Yeah, no fucking shit. Damn straight he made the list. *thud*
Okay, no more blogging. Must save all the lovely sexy men from falling off the page. Rowr.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:59 PM ... ||
I was all ready to get into a rant about reckless drivers this morning, but then remembered I couldn't sully the blog with non-babe pics.
And d'oh to me! I forgot one of my Boyfriends in Uniform. Grrrr to senility.
Yeah. Sark is shocked I forgot him, too. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:05 AM ... ||
Thursday, August 07, 2003
On the tag today, Onesy noted that it's been awhile since I last posted boyfriend pics. Well, who am I to deny her babe pics?
Since I haven't had HBO since grade school, and finally got around to watching Band of Brothers, I just want to say that I hate the PoohRents for not getting cable sooner (blah blah blah, I do NOT watch too much TV, yadda yadda). I lost out on a good few years of babe-age. Although... lust has no deadline. And in honor of my finally getting a clue and catching up (still remember Meggy gushing about the series, hee), I present to you...
My new British boyfriend, Damian Lewis:
I liked Ron Livingston because...
...he had some great scenes with my new boyfriend:
This is Matthew Settle, whose character was put in charge....
...by my new boyfriend:
And here's a couple of pics for Meggy:
Kirk...
Eion...
Shane...
Neal...
And of course, The Donnie...
They all had GREAT scenes with... you guessed it... my new Brit boyfriend:
Now here's a couple more SexyMen in Uniform who have nothing to do with BoB:
Like The Kief...
And The John...
And The Matthew...
And Ewan. With his...big gun.
Sadly, they were not in the same movie with my nekkid boyfriend (who is now OUT of uniform):
PHEW! I think that's enough for the pic-athon, right? Now Onesy can't yell at me for not coming through with the pics. LOL.
But one last one to end it all. A couple of days ago, after I mentioned my newfound love of The Donnie, everyone started tagging about Old School Donnie and his homeboys, NKOTB. Well....
Here's hoping everyone's Hangin' Tough. This is the Pooh, signing out. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:47 PM ... ||
Blah blah blah.
Onesy - Can't post any pics yet since there are too many of them. Pics, not new boyfriends. Okay, well... too many new boyfriends, too. Like that's a shocker.
So... not that I was seriously considering moving to California anytime soon, but the West coast scares the crap out of me. First, the PoohBro comes home, telling me how time (and people, and life) moves infinitely slower there than here. Then I wake up to hear that Ahhhnold is running for governor?
I'm going back to my own little world. It's a lot less scary. (Plus, tons of hot guys live there.) Mmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:05 AM ... ||
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
This Luck thing? Totally overrated.
I got some makeshift tools to prep my tissue before my tissue actually arrived at 2 PM. No biggie. I could deal with that. Just meant that I had to work a bit faster to get out of there by 5.
Of course, that's when the DamnRoomie decides to call me and reiterate that he thinks the townhouse isn't that much better of an option for that extra $50. Okay. No problem, since I'm not sure if I can make the appointment at 6 anyway. Although I have to admit, I was really curious as to what the townhouse was like inside. But underneath the sweet manipulation of the DamnRoomie's voice, I could hear "Bitch, I've decided I don't want to wait until September to move in, so I still think we should keep the other place even if the traffic problems in that location will be a bigger bitch than you normally are during one of your PMS days." Oh, and there was also a "Um... I'm going to have problems getting my half of the security deposit (which is 1.5 months), so could you foot it?"
Ugh. I know I have enough money somewhere, but I'm really hating the idea of having that much of my own money tied up in the apartment. I've got bills and student loans to pay, ya know. And sometimes, it might be nice to eat once in awhile. I'm not sure about that; I'm just guessing. Grrr. But at least he said he would pay half my cable modem fees even though he doesn't have a computer and giving me the assigned parking space since he's getting the slightly bigger room.
Sigh. So anyway, after I get off the phone and finally get to my experiment....
The power goes out in the lab. (This is where, had I been home, I would have closed all the shades and crawled back into bed.) Actually, the power goes out in the entire building. We have to prop open all the doors because we're scared the lack of electricity means the doors won't open, which they do since they're on a different power supply, thankfully. The backup generator kicks in, but that's only a few scattered lights. So I keep prepping, thinking the power will come back on pretty quickly. Um... just as I finish prepping and trying to figure out what I can do without electricity (damn our dependence!!), my new boss tells me to just forget it and put the tissue away and do something else. And right at that moment...
The fire alarms kick in. (Had I already been in bed, under the covers, I would have crawled under the bed with a couple bottles of liquor. Vodka, maybe. Or tequila. Or whatever will make me the drunkest fastest.) When the main power goes down, they resort to battery power, and when the batteries run low, they go off. So...
Everyone in the building ended up outside. In the heat and humidity. And wouldn't it have been hilarious if the skies just opened up and it started pouring the way it did yesterday? Only that didn't happen. Stupid me didn't bring my stuff outside with me or else I would have just left. We ended up standing outside for a good half hour, and no one from Safety or Security came by to see what was going on, so it was doubtful that anyone even knew that a good 30 people were milling around in the parking lot. The main building apparently was unaffected so a bunch of people went there for the AC.
Finally, after someone calls the Safety people, the alarms shut down and we go back in. Only to find the power still out. So... I bust ass to clean up my experiment. And wouldn't you know it. As soon as I'm finished packing everything away, the power returns. Luckily, my boss just told me to go home and forget today even happened. And because I'm a lazy ass, I decided that the apartment we have is good enough and I'll just deal with the traffic problems. Hey, I live in Jersey. The entire state is a traffic nightmare, so what's an extra half hour navigating traffic hell just to leave/go back to the apartment every day? So called the townhouse guy and said I wouldn't be able to make it. Eh. If I don't actually see it, then I won't know what I'm missing, and I'm okay with that as long as I get to go home early. After all, the other apartment is supposedly a Great Apartment. Just in a crappy location. Oh well.
It's time to relax because today has been a day filled with Murphy's Law. Ridiculous. Just... ridiculous.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:53 PM ... ||
Did I mention that the tools I need in order to prep my tissues (whenever the hell they decide to show up), are currently being shipped from Denver?
And that the DamnRoomie just emailed me to tell me that he drove by the townhouse last night and actually saw one of them last year during his apartment hunt. Apparently, it's kinda nice with a really great basement (which we don't need), but one of the rooms is really tiny with hardly any lighting. Which kinda sucks since I love natural light. Must. Have. Sun. And lots of it. Oh, and the availability date happens to be a lot longer than what he's sort of willing to wait, even though he told me if we found a great place in this neighborhood, he'd be willing to wait. So of course, he says, "if you really love it, then we'll talk about it."
*kicks and throws things*
Everyone leave me alone. I'm having another bad day.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:22 AM ... ||
I must seriously have the WORST luck. EVER.
Last night, the fam's plane was delayed for 2 hours. Which meant I would be able to watch at least the first half of MI-5 before Thing 2 and I had to leave for the airport. Or so we thought. Right at the very start of MI-5, before I could even turn on the TV, we check flight status again, and their flight arrival had been bumped up half an hour, which meant we had to bust our ass to the airport immediately. (Byebye SexyTom.) It had been raining pretty hard, so Thing 2 wanted me to drive her car because she's only driven to the airport once in her life and she's "tired." Except when we get to the car, she hops into the driver's seat and makes a big melodramatic scene about how "fine, I'll drive." Like, whassit? Eh??
So of course, I had to give her directions, and she's veering off into other lanes, and I'm having a coronary in the passenger seat, and she won't stop the car to let me drive. Ugh. We finally get to the airport and PoohBro calls to give us a rendezvous point, which lucky for us, happens to be the very last terminal. Lucky... because we didn't realize exactly how many planes were arriving around that time and all the cars trying to get to "Arrival" were blocking our way to the "Departure" area. (Tip: Pick up at Departure; it's faster with less people.) When we finally get there, the fam is nowhere to be seen and we've stopped by a cop, knowing he'll probably boot us and we'd have to go around the airport again. Good thing he was busy helping someone else and left us alone. Finally the fam shows up, with the PoohBro wearing this big fedora (HUH?) he picked up at the Grand Canyon and looking like Woody from Toy Story.
My attempts to boot Thing 2 from the driver's seat failed, so I got in the back where I couldn't be a direct witness to her horrendous nighttime driving. Except, I sat behind her and all the way home, I kept seeing the car scoot halfway into the left lane. And since it's a Rav4 with terrible blindspots, I was in charge of making sure there were no cars beside us whenever she decided to hog two lanes. Scariest ride, ever.
Today I'm going to see that townhouse at 6, which wouldn't be a problem if today's work schedule works out the way it needs to since I have tissue testing and that takes forever. Well, wouldn't you know it. My voicemail informs me that instead of getting my tissue at 11, which would have been wonderful, I'm not getting it until 2. That's 3 hours lost, leaving me with only 3 hours to prep the tissue, test the tissue, and prep the tissue for analysis tomorrow. Uhh... yeah. Totally NOT going to happen. Grrrr.
What to do? What to do? What to do?!!
And if we decide against this townhouse, we have to go sign the lease for the other place tomorrow. I'll have to take a long lunch or something. Not a problem, since I can stay late to finish my analysis. But. They only take cashier's check for the security deposit. Who the hell has time to go to the bank?????? And of course, the DamnRoomie won't be able to since his lack of immediate assets requires me to advance the deposit. Ugh.
Seriously.
People.... work with me here. I never dump a buttload of shit on people like that, and yet, everyone else seems to know exactly when to bombard me with problems when I've got important things happening on that day. Do I have a neon sign on my butt? Is that what it is? Flashing "important meeting at 6; please make today as stressful as possible"?
On top of all that, I was too tired to watch MI-5 last night. I know. That's crazy talk, but sadly, true. *SIGH*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:48 AM ... ||
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
It needs to stop raining.
And thundering.
And lightning.
If the power goes out again, when I'm not here and the VCR is taping MI-5, someone will be very pissed.
Something to ponder: The townhouse, which we will check out tomorrow evening, has one large bedroom with a large closet, and a small bedroom with a closet out in the hall. Exactly how important is it to have the closet in the actual room? Hmm.
Dammit. *sigh* It's always something.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:04 PM ... ||
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
It's MI-5 Tuesday, but I have to pick up the PoohRents at 9 PM (IF the weather doesn't screw me over and delay flights all along the East coast, which it has been known to do) so I won't be able to watch it.
The damn Roomie won't return my phone calls. We have to go sign the lease tomorrow, except I might not be able to get out of work to do it, and I found a nice-sounding apartment - excuse me, townhouse - on the website and the only time we can go see it is tonight. Before I rush home to go pick up the parents from the airport. And I need to call the guy back before someone else decides they might want it. The rooms are smaller than the other place, but in the nicer town, and with more parking, and really... I don't care about room size since I have no money to buy furniture. Grrr. Dammit. Where is the damn Roomie. DamnRoomie!!! I hate those artsy types who "have to rehearsal" and never check their messages. PickuppickuppickupPICKUP!!!
Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:44 PM ... ||
Monday, August 04, 2003
Got home from work to find a large box waiting for me.
First thought: Stalker mail!
Second thought: Oh, shit.
Then... Stalker mail!! Woohoo!
BUT...
It turned out it was only a present from Onesy. *sigh* :P Not that I don't like my OnePresent, because I do. (Mmmm...JJ... Hubba hubba) But because... you know... StalkerMail would have been so much more fun.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:28 PM ... ||
Uuuugggghhhhhh!
So the roomie and I have that GreatApartmentInCrappyLocation ready for us on August 15 (woohoo to getting own place, although not so woohoo for not having furniture, cable or internet available immediately - so most likely still living at home). Checked the offcampus website again today (because REALLY hate the location of GreatApartment - it's a deadend street off a major roadway, and right before the exit to another major roadway - traffic will be hell, not to mention we're only allowed one parking space and the last time I was there, I could not for the life of me, find any guest parking). Found a really great apartment with HUGE bedrooms, which the roomie wants, but the apartment only has a shower.
Huh. Just a shower. Huh. The roomie says he's perfectly fine with just a stall. I'm conflicted. If it's a really really really great apartment, I'd be willing to get over the lack of a tub. Well, okay... maybe I might get over it. But is my preference of having a tub due more to a PoohHangUp or a gender difference?
Anyway, doesn't matter, because even though the guy sounded nice on the phone, the roomie says it's actually his apartment from 2 years ago and the man was pure evil. Not, mind you, like the kind of PureEvil RC inflicted on us at AU, but close. Evil.
Back to surfing the offcampus sites for a better apartment. We have until Wednesday, when we promised to go sign the lease, so... wish us luck.
On the pooey front: PoohRents and PoohBro are coming home tomorrow night. Ugh. That means someone has to pick them up and miss MI-5. Oh, and no more late night computer time. Bleh. But thank God they're back because the PoohMom made a crapload of food for us before they left, and we only just finished it all last night. Blasted Thing 2 would not let me cook/buy new food until it was all gone. If I see another bowl of noodles or anything with green peppers again - ok, in the next month - I will kill myself. And that's not a threat. Argh.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:34 PM ... ||
Sunday, August 03, 2003
Off doing something or other this weekend. Decompressing, destressing, and de-other stuff. Don't worry too much.
But had to drop off this spoiler nugget. Dude. Mmm. Kief... Is it October 28th yet? Grrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:52 AM ... ||
Friday, August 01, 2003
Thank GOD - thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou - it's Friday.
This week has felt like a lifetime. A sucky, crappy lifetime. Plenty of tears and heartbreak, and not so much with the happy. Saw and heard a hundred things I wish I hadn't; learned a thousand things I seriously wish I didn't; worried and fretted over a million things I really shouldn't. Must be because I'm a Cancer. Something to do with all that emotionally maternal...thing? (Oh, yeah...my kids will hate me, and I probably won't sleep through their teen years because of that.)
Okay. Enough with the depressing. Que sera sera.
But the new boyfriend will say one thing: "Whatever you think it is...it isn't." (love Tom. He's always right.)
*sigh*
Friend's less pissy today, but more resigned. What else can he do? Bleh. So...taking the Friend and Wife out to dinner this weekend. My treat. They need the happy more than me. Here's hoping I do a good job with the cheering up and don't end up saying something that ends up being taken the wrong way, especially since I suck at playing cheerleader. What does one say in this situation, anyway? But that's what gooey, sugary, decadent desserts are for...right?
|| posted by Pooh at 12:43 PM ... ||