Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Every morning should be an adventure in extreme sports
I learned my lesson today. Always wake up when the alarm goes off. This morning, I ignored my 7 AM wakeup call because it was freezing (memo to self: don't forget to bring the bear back to apt this weekened) and next thing I knew, it was after 10. Oops. With the morning pretty much shot, I finally got out of bed.
Maybe it had something to do with my aching joints from yesterday or maybe it was my punishment for sleeping in, but while trying to stand up and not realizing that my left leg had lost all sensation.... Yep. Fwoop! The Poohster crumpled to the floor as soon as she tried to put weight on that leg. First thought was "shit." Second thought, "hey that was pretty damn cool." LOL. Weirdest part was the considerable lack of sound as I hit the floor. Nothing. I guess the rug by the bed helped. Then, thinking the blood was flowing in my leg again, I tried to stand up. Dude. With one hand on the bed, I got halfway up. Before collapsing again.
You know... hardwood floors suck.
This time, my leg buckled towards the bed. This would have been a good thing, because I could land on my face and just roll back into bed. Ahh... if only the Pooh were so lucky. Apparently, the wheels of the bedframe weren't locked like I thought they were. Leg folded under me. Supporting hand on bed gave way. Hip hit the edge of the bed. Bed with finicky wheels on hardwood floor shifted, making loud screeching noise. Pooh bounced off bed. Landed on fat ass.... on very cold, very hard floor... about two feet from where she started. Thump!
After the shock wore off, I sat there giggling like an idiot. I couldn't stop laughing. Oy. What the heck is wrong with me anyway?
Hmm. I wonder what the downstairs neighbors thought about the ruckus. Roomie had already left, so I didn't get any worried calls asking what happened. Not that he would care. Hrmph. Anyway, not wanting to chance the leg a third time, I crawled across the floor, back to the bed and didn't get up until a little while ago.
Is it the weekend yet? Siiiiiiiigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:15 PM ... ||
Monday, September 29, 2003
The... huh?
Roomie likes to go shopping. Every.Single.Night. For groceries. All he buys is organic stuff. Everything organic. Makes me feel... like a very unhealthy, greased up piggy. *oink* LOL. *looks in Pooh's side of fridge* Frozen, frozen, frozen, oooh ice cream!, frozen, frozen, mmmmm cake!, frozen, frozen... Heh. J/K. I don't have that (much) Crap in the fridge.
For a guy who keeps giving me the "when are YOU going to get us a futon or couch for the livingroom" stinkeye every time we run into each other in our very big, very empty livingroom, he sure likes to buy a lot of other little things. The newest acquisitions? Bodywash. Not just any bodywash. Passion fruit and raspberry scented bodywash. *Pooh looks at own bar of Ivory* Hmm. Oh, and my favorite: two little candles in these silver tins. The tins have hearts etched around them. Pale blue hearts. Candles are now decorating our kitchen window. You know... the window the Pooh fixed by herself.
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Pooh not feeling so good. Probably from the cold. Had aching joints all day today. And now... tummyache. Not good. :(
'Spanks to Trix for trying to making me feel better. She's taping that Alias special thing for me. Weeeeeeeee! I hear DA is HOT in it. Like seriously HOT. *bouncy bouncy bouncy* Rowrrrrrrrrr!!!
ETA: She just put up a short summary on LJ. Squeeee!
Also, she made me LMFAO with this. Dude? When did Catwoman become a skanky dominatrix? *starts poll to see when Syd shows up wearing something similar*
Oooohhhhhhh... Elliot in tank top and shorts, all sweaty and playing basketball. *Pooh huggles her SVU reruns on USA... pretends that she didn't already see this episode earlier tonight* Obsessed? Who me? Nahhh. Pooh doesn't do obsessed. She does "focused admiration." *smaps any non-believers*
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Onesy - Do everything I wouldn't do!!!! Have a bootylicious week!!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:37 PM ... ||
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Third time's the charm
I've always liked Season 3s. I can name a bunch of shows where I consider the third season their best. As such, I'm hoping for good things tonight. And even if there aren't any good things, I'm all set because Pooh's got ice cream. Not liquor, sadly, but ice cream. The yummy kind she wishes The Kief were around to force feed to her, but that's another story...
Because I promised SM that the Evil LJ Empire will not take over, Pooh's going to make sweet love to her invisitexting. Rowr!
The following off-the-cuff commentary (done while simultaneously watching the ep) is the opinion of one Pooh Tastic. No shippers were harmed in the process. Honest.
"Last season on Alias"
(Hey, Boomtown people! Try one of those, and not a "what were the details of the case?"... "you don't remember? what d'ya got? short term memory loss?"... "why don't you remind us again" craaaaaappppp. Thank you.)
~ The Anviltropolis Philharmonic segued into a swelling romantic crescendo, to end the last movement of the shutthefuckup concerto.
~ Sloane wants to finish the last leg of his million mile marathon himself, and Syd hides her lust for him (*looks around innocently* no, really... she's got a bad poker face) behind the threat of slashing his throat. (That Syd, always playing so hard to get. Pffft.)
~ Allison kicked Syd's ass. 'Nuff said. Well, except for the fact that Syd has awful aim.
Two years later
~ Syd wakes up. Vaughn is still married, and cries like Gwyneth Paltrow receiving an Oscar. In other words, so obviously fake and so not cutting it.
~ Answer: "You were dead. You were dead. You were dead." Question: "Who why where when how?!? What the hell happened?" BZZZZZZTTTT! Wrong question. Correct question: "And you got married?!?!?" Yes, obviously, all our priorities are definitely in order.
~ Vaughn's a teacher, yo. Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
~ Syd kicks Vaughn's ass. And Pooh loops scene over and over and over and over and over. And... one more time... Then in slo-mo.... No, seriously, this'll be the last time.... No, I really mean it this time...
~ Hmm. In Hong Kong, English is language of the business and service industries, and Cantonese is the more common dialect. For the record, Cantonese also sounds more badass (not like the crappy... Mandarin?... used. Seriously, even I had trouble figuring out what they were saying, and the Pooh is fluent in CrappyChinese), but then, I'm slightly - okay, very - biased. Heh. :P
~ Dude. Exactly how long does it take for the stupid tranq dart to work its magic anyway? *counts seconds* Yeesh, Syd, just fall down already.
~ Dixon. Awww... Dixon. You know what? Dixon needed to smack HystericalSyd a few times. More than a few times. And whoa... back up the train of yeah-that-would-so-happen. Dixon is the head of their division? A man who was happily working for the Enemy for years?
~ Wow. I actually got a warm fuzzy when Weiss made his entrance. Didn't think that would happen. And heyyyyy... the man's actually sounding pretty damn competent. Oh, dear. Another slightly warm fuzzy for Weiss keeping watch over Syd's hospital bed. (HEY! That's like straight out of my SVU dream! Only Syd=Pooh and Weiss=Elliot. And Elliot had his sleeves rolled up and was fucking hot. And then something happened... which we won't get into in this post since this blog is a family-friendly place. Yeah...)
~ Oh, look. Badasses on the train. With great sound effects. Love when you can hear the blood spurting.
~ Syd has an epiphany. You know this because she does the whole tortured sleeping bit, then suddenly jolts up with that whole "shocked, omg...nononononononono" look. Just like me, whenever I wake up remembering shocking things about my life.
~ Finally. Opening credits. 13 minutes into the show. About damn time, although I must admit, rather annoyed to have this distraction right now. Grrr.
~ "I've lost my keys. Where are they?" LMFAO. Marshall's sweet. But dude. small doses, please. And the Carrie/Marshall thing? Eh. That's right, you heard me. Eh.
~ Oh geez. It's ThatGuy. What'sHisFace. The NSC dude. Can't remember his name off the top of my head, but doesn't he normally play smarmy "funny" guys or cliched bad guys? Either case, I sense nothing of the good with this casting choice. It's going to bug me for however long it takes Syd to get him killed. Where's my sexyhot snarky bald lurver Kendall, dammit! Dixon's okay, and ThatGuy is totally bleh, but none of them can ever replace The Kendall. :(
~ Syd takes a page out of Irina's playbook. "I am not going to __(insert mission)__, unless you let me see __(insert family member)__." Niiiiice.
~ "Sweetheart, you look so beautiful." ~ AWWW! SpyDaddy really does love the Pooh. *smap* Jack? Still hot. Even with the... erm... what is that on his face? And Syd sucks on a lemon Warhead. I mean... is overcome by emotion at seeing her father. Yeah, that's it; I snark because I care.
~ EEEEP!!! Jack and Irina! JackAndIrina! SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!! Still hot and still counts, even when they're not on screen together.
~ Um....
~ *takes a breather*
~ UMMM.... Syd busts out the angsty, crying deal, blathering about how she lied for leverage in order to see Jack, and now she's all so lost and confused because she's been gone for two years, can't remember a damn thing, has no more friends, no job, no home, blah blah blah, but let's not concentrate on any of that stuff. Tomorrow, she'll still have been missing for two years; she'll still not know where her friends went; she'll still not have her memories. But today, stop everything because VAUGHN'S MARRIED. The frell. How DARE he???? Bastard.
~ "Michael Vaughn is just a boy who was never enough good for you anyway."
~ "Michael Vaughn is just a boy who was never good enough for you anyway." Sorry, just thought it was important enough to repeat.
~ "Michael Vaughn is just a boy who was never good enough for you anyway." And maybe one more time....
~ "Michael Vaughn is just a boy who was never good enough for you anyway." Okay, seriously... I'll stop now.
~ "You probably know this, but I love you." Awwwwwwwwwww!!!! Pooh dissolves into mush. Every single line out of VG's mouth is acting gold.
~ "Michael Vaughn is just a boy who was never good enough for you anyway." Oh, sorry. Thought I was over that line, but apparently not. Still cmsu.
~ Mmm. Weiss as RedLeader. I'm shocked, I tell ya. He's actually a pretty competent field agent. The combat gear helps. Like a lot. Rowr. He's definitely made a believer out of me, unlike you know... that other desk jockey... the one with all the wrinkles.
~ Mmmm again. Weiss and his gun. Yum.
~ Yo. Dude. In the lab? With the bad guys shooting at Syd? Ummm.... When did Syd turn into MacGyver?
~ "If I'd told the truth, this might not have happened." Bwahahahahahahaa. Okay, very sad that all those good agents died, but hallelujah for continuity: Syd is always getting the good agents killed. Which explains why Vaughn always survived their joint missions.
~ SLOANE!!!!! Rowrrrrrrr! "Peace"? Dude is so scheming. Cannot wait to see him bust out into his badass evil self again. And you know... the little bit of Syd/Sloane on the table... hot. :P
~ Ugh. Ugggghhhhhhhh! Mr. NSCDude, die. Just... die.
~ Woohoo! BadassSyd. No regard for human lives. Kaboom! I don't get the whole red dress thing, though. Did I miss something? Like a reason for her to get all dolled up? Did her mini-rocket launcher, or whatever that was, clash with, you know, regular clothes? Pooh likey the BadassLeather!Sydney, too. See how much cooler she is when she's not crying or whining and Vaughn's not around?
~ D'OH! Spoke too soon. :( "Don't use rational thought as a defense with me." LMFAO. No, of course not. No one should bother with that. Besides, everyone knows it all comes down to faith. And possibly soulmates. Just ask Dawson and Joey. Dude? I'm not even going to touch the "I would have waited" crapola. *waves hi to Danny*
~ "And now I realize what an absolute waste that would have been." Dude. LMFAO!!!!! Oh, and... Pooh/Syd4Eva&Eva!
~ Awwww!!! Jack/Syd!!! *weeps tears of joy* *chants "am not a girl, am not hormonal, am not easily manipulated into tears through cheap tactics"* Oh, hell. Who am I kidding? *bawls over SpyDaddy/SpyBarbie tender moments*
~ The Russian diplomat? Soooooo DaddySark. Unless he isn't. Then soooooooo not DaddySark.
In conclusion, I lurved this ep. Yummy ep. Great ep. Lots and lots of stuff I loved: Badass!Syd, Jack in prison, Jack out of prison, Jack snarking on Vaughn, Jack Jack Jack, the introduction of the so very badass Covenant, a Weiss that didn't make me want to roll my eyes, very little Marshall, and oh so very little Vaughn.
The bad? I'm still not seeing the DixonInCharge thing. Sigh. The NSC guy. UGH!!! No Irina. No Sark. No Sark. No Irina. No Sark. No Irina. No Sark. No Irina. No Sark. No Irina.... Did you get that? Wasn't sure.
*does happy dance* CanNOT wait for next week.
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In other news.... Pooh and cd whored ourselves out all over NYC.
Except not.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:48 PM ... ||
Friday, September 26, 2003
Okay, I'm too lazy to come up with an entirely different (but really pretty much the same) entry for both the Pooh-J and for here. So if you want to read my Boomtown squeeing/snarking, go there.
But.
I will say two things:
1. The Donnie in shirt and tie! SQUEEEE!!!!!
2. The Neal! His entrance. Period. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Yes, Neal got the bigger squeal just because he packed so much in his few minutes. And because The Donnie makes Pooh wanna get all angsty, jump him, and try to comfort him. But The Neal makes Pooh wanna grin like an idiot (swear, Neal's got one of the most infectious smiles EVER!), jump him, and just giggle like an idiot. And right now? Pooh's all about the giggling.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:40 PM ... ||
Boomtown premiere tonight!
The Donnie!
*drool*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:40 PM ... ||
So there's this guy....
Okay, well, not really. But there is. Sorta. Except not.
Oh, nothing like that! Just someone who makes going to work bearable nowadays. And no... I'm not stalking him at work. *rolls eyes* It's kinda weird to realize that for all these past months, he's been right under my... well, no, he wasn't, because he's much much much taller than me. So he was towering over me the entire time, and I've never given him much thought. Yes, I suck. Ever since my other friend got laid off, there's been an opening in the "Funny Guy at Work Whose Job it is to Amuse Pooh" position. It's finally been filled. Woohoo!!
He's completely dorky. No, geeky. No... dorky. No... Grrr. But he's also kinda cute in that totally geeky (no... dorky!) sorta way. Hey, you gotta like a guy who's unashamed of sending out a mass e-mail, soliciting donations for work's charity bike ride, while snarking on his own lack of athleticism, unpreparedness for the marathon bike ride, and the anticipated soreness of his ass. Oh, and it also helps that even though he's been living in the States forever, whenever he talks really fast, he sounds just like John Hannah. Mmmm. Sucks that the department has undergone reorganization and I no longer attend the same team meetings as him. Bah! That would have been a totally legitimate freebie "bump" every Friday. Oh, wait... I don't work on Fridays anymore... Dammit.
Anyway, I don't get much of an excuse to walk by his cubicle, so I've never really examined any photos, etc. (shut up, I'm slacking) As far as I know, he's not married, which doesn't matter either way. (SHUT UP!) I'd much rather admire and worship him -- I mean, be friends -- from afar. Yeah, that's it. Pooh's not stupid. You don't shit where you eat... or eat where you shit... or eat what you shit.... or, um... something like that.
In a day of firsts...
He went around collecting "victims." There's some big R&D conference coming up and he needed to take pics of all the associates. Nice to see that I'm lumped into that group, too, and am not just known as the "cheap hourly labor." Anyone who knows me knows that I HATE having my picture taken. Absolutely abhor and loathe it. I'd rather poke my eyes out with a rusty nail. *shudder* Somehow, he managed to sweet talk me into sorta posing for it, and in the biggest shocker of all, managed to actually get the first ever decent pic of me. I refuse to use the word "cute," but dammit, if I wasn't sorta glowing in it. GRRRR. Helped that he kept ordering me not to smile at all, which of course, made me laugh, because God help me, I'm a fucking girl. Then when I finally did manage not to laugh, he ordered me to smile. For once, my smile actually came out looking natural. Pooh is the most self-concious smiler ever -- the cynical, bitchy frown is permanently plastered to her face, I guess. Too bad I won't be at the conference to see this magnificent work of art. *rolls eyes some more*
Other firsts?
First time ever my hand cramped up (painfully! ouch! ouch!) during my tissue cavity prep. *snicker* Also... went through half a box of rubber... gloves. (I am obviously way too mature to be working at a real place of business, dammit.)
Oh, and today marked the first time someone actually noticed that I had chopped off half my hair. Dude. That's a good 6-8 inches. Okay, granted, due to the suckiness of the haircut, I've been wearing it in a ponytail. Guess one ponytail looks like another, even if it no longer reaches halfway down my back.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:04 AM ... ||
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Since I'm in a weird, pervy mood (thanks to CM), I won't get into how I didn't leave work until 7PM, and still had to face hella bad traffic (dammit), or get into the rant about the other intern who's makes it her business to get all up into yours (seriously, bitca, step back and myofb). Instead, I'll tell you just how pervy it's been today.
~ Some chickie from another department likes to come into my lab since the computer in the back room has some special program on it. She's in charge of some CV thing that I'm not allowed to discuss but it involves a special kind of staple. So while I was at my computer in the other room, slacking off and waiting for my stupid cow tissue, she comes in with some guy and goes directly to the back room. *silence* *more silence* Then her voice... "oh... ohhhh... oh!... ohhhh!!!!" Followed by some gasping and a couple of breathless "omigods!" Dude. I felt like I was listening to some freaky porn... that lasted a good 10 minutes. And yes, I AM a prude, because even though I knew they weren't doing anything close to what the PoohBrain was making up, it was kinda uncomfortable and squicky. That chick was LOUD. What was all the orgasmic moaning and gasping about? Apparently, their imaging data showed that the "staple" stapled perfectly. Um... ok... *Pooh gets all staplegasmic, too* Hmm... doesn't feel the same. Just in case you were wondering, the guy didn't make a peep.
~ It's amazing where the human mind can go when it's just bored silly. Well, okay, where the PoohMind can go when she's freaking bored. While using my dissecting tools to create a triangular cavity (simulating a uterus and cervix... TMI? Heh) in my cow tongues (is it bad that the smell no longer bothers me? Hmmm), it occurred to the Pooh that the repetitive back and forth motion of thrusting one of the makeshift tools into the opening in order to clear out the cavity was rather.... phallic. Ick. My experiments are totally pervy! Dammit. Or, um, maybe it's just my stupid brain thinking of things it shouldn't. Anyway, usually I only test tissue once a week (which, given the pervy factor, is rather pathetic, no?), but this week is special. Pooh's gets to do it twice this week. Oh, happy day.
~ The sucky thing about having a desk in the lab is that people come in thinking they can just "borrow" whatever they need off your desk. I lost two pens today because of this kind of selfish attitude. Hrmph. And one guy had the nerve to taunt me with one of my pens! He sat in lab, doing his thing, and he was totally biting and sucking on the end of my pen. Probably unconsciously, because heck, I do it, too. But duuuuude. The only person who's allowed to orally fixate on my pens is ME. Grrrr. Squick.
But I didn't kick his ass for that since he moved to his third desk in a month. Guy kept going around, mumbling "I want my stapler" to anyone who happened to run into him. So he amused me, and therefore, did not get a Pooh ugly-ass steel-toed safety boot up his ass, or even a PoohEyeRoll. Lucky bastard.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:30 PM ... ||
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Well, this is all weird now.
Just posted some whorish, fangirly thoughts about my TV night at the Pooh-J. And now it's just so darn empty around here. It just feels so... odd. Not sure if I'm liking this two blog thing. Might have to let go of the paid account after my freebie is up. :(
Because I can't just sit around and let ALL the squee'ing end up at the LJ, I'll just give the quickie summary here:
'I'm With Her': The only reason to watch this show? David Sutcliffe. Rowr! And that's pretty much all that needs to be said about this show. All cotton candy, cheesy romantic, fluffiness. Bring on the toothaches, baby!
'MI-5': I think I've stopped watching for the actual storylines, and am only paying attention to all the pretty people. Of course, also spending quality time squinting for all the T/Z shippiness I try to convince myself exists. Oh, and Tom is HOT. But that you knew already.
'L&O:SVU': Elliot in blue. Elliot with sleeves rolled up. Elliot threatening a suspect with potential face/wall shippiness. Elliot growling and being all badass. Elliot with arms covered in amniotic fluid (looks way hotter than it sounds, trust me). I think that's about all you need to know about this ep. Heh.
In conclusion, a very good TV night. There was DS in the t-shirt/button-down/jeans ensemble that I just find utterly hot on guys who can pull it off. Then there was Tom in blue. And Elliot in blue. And Pooh in sexy, fully dressed hottie heaven. Doesn't happen every night, yo.
Oh, next week? Chris Meloni in jeans and sweats. Say it with me. In jeans AND sweats. *THUD*
Anyway, more explicit fangirl squeeing is over at the Pooh-J.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:34 PM ... ||
We interrupt the CM drool fest...
Well, for the next few hours anyway, since SVU is premiering tonight. *gets mop and bucket ready*
Apparently, I got a anonymous gift of an LJ paid account upgrade. Not sure if it's someone's idea of a joke to totally screw with my head (which occurred all last night, and One can attest to), or if it's one of those random LJ free upgrades that attempt to suck you into the paid account world. I'm beyond tricks, people. And yes, I will be using it. Who am I to turn down a free gift? Heh.
Anyway, with the new TV season starting, and suddenly faced with a free paid LJ account (I lurve blogger, even if it screws me over, under, backwards and forwards)... I feel compelled to use both. So... most of the fandom-ish stuff will probably be over at the LJ (let's face it, the LJ cuts are a lot less of a hassle than invisitexting), and this one will remain for all my really special everyday kind of ranting. And of course, hotties!
I say "probably" because we all know how well I understand the concept of "compartmentalization." (See? I could totally be a TV spy!) Besides, can we really have too many blogs saying the same exact thing? Especially when it's the Pooh saying it? I think not. *watches in mirror as the PoohEgo inflates to gigantic proportions* Repetition is the foundation of Pooh's miserable existence. Repetition is the... Heh.
(Oh dear god, that was utter cheese....)
*smaps self* Now, back to the Chris drool!! *stares at own blog*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:30 PM ... ||
Monday, September 22, 2003
Because I CANNOT believe that SM has no clue who Chris Meloni is
*cracks whip* Damn, SM. Just, damn.
So here's a quick tutorial. Except, you know... since I'm giving it, it might as well just be the NekkidCM/RolledUpSleevesCM quickie. I mean... um...
He looks good in blue. No?
And with his sleeves rolled up. Right, Steph? Hee.
Especially while doing domestic stuff. That's just irresistible in a man.
Or when he's just doing nothing at all... Rowr!
Take it off, Chris! *cues porn music*
Or you know... just start with nothing on...
Here, of course, is the required gun pic.
Does any of those pics help, SM? Maybe you know him better from movies. Um... like this one:
Hee.
Oh, yeah.... After all those years on Oz, he's probably got an ASS pic somewhere or other.
Phew. So hard to pick good pics. Wish the quality was slightly better though. La la la...
|| posted by Pooh at 10:06 PM ... ||
It's cold. And windy. And cold. Did I mention cold? Because it is. Cold. Very cold.
I wish I didn't keep forgetting to bring the PoohBear back to the apartment with me. Because right now, I'd like nothing more than something big and cuddly to snuggle with. A smart, funny, tall (compared to me), slightly built (I'm not picky), sweet something. Kief-lookalikes preferred, although definitely not required.
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Post-award show rant:
"We were robbed!!!"
No.... no, YOU weren't. So shut the frell up.
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Twitchiness:
Roomie finally decided to take matters into his own hand and got us a new garbage can for the kitchen. As an engineer who worships practicality, I'm a bit horrified. Sure, the Roomie is also an engineer, but he hates engineering and does more artsy-fartsy theater stuff than actual engineering. Which might explain the contraption I found after work.
It's an oval-like shape. With a lid you have to push open by hand. The lid opening is also oval, but much smaller than the actual oval dimension of the container, which makes sense from an engineering standpoint. Now, don't get me wrong. It looks nice. But it's a garbage can! What's the point if you can't fit anything bigger than an OJ carton through the opening? And what's the point of keeping the lid on if he just leaves it open.
Ick. Bugs. Everywhere. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 7:10 PM ... ||
The Emmys?
Blahhhhhhhhhhhh.
And I'm not just saying that because of the Alias non-wins. Just in general. The lack of one single host made it all seem very disjointed - moreso than usual. The winners? *YAWN* So been there, so done that. The voters should probably actually watch some of the show before voting. Or you know, maybe they should just move the entire production over to CBS, where the old, boring, outdated feel might feel right at home.
Other than that...
Victor Garber? ROWR. Pooh wants her some TuxedoSpyDaddy.
Jon Stewart? Extra snarkisexilicious.
Lena Olin? Pooh would still like to have her babies, if possible.
The KIEF? Fucking HOT. Damn. Just... daaaaaammmn.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:06 AM ... ||
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Phew
Okay, geeks. I'm a girl, and I'm smart, and I figured it out myself.
Go Pooh.
*celebrates by getting drunk*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:37 PM ... ||
CALLING ALL COMPUTER GEEKS!!!!
I'm stupid. Help. I need help. Heeeeeeeellllllllllppppp!
For some reason, my ethernet connection to my cable modem wasn't working when I got back to the apartment. It only seems to work via the USB connection. But now I can't get MSN messenger to work because of some stupid firewall thing that I never had a problem with before.
Help me.
Someone. Anyone. Help me.
I want my MSN, dammit. I can't survive on only AIM. That's just uncivilized. Besides, everyone knows how I feel about AIM!!!!
*kicks modem. kicks MSN. kicks AIM*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:16 PM ... ||
I have two words for y'all:
Female mullet.
Yes... this was what the Pooh ranted to Trix about last night. It's heinous, yo. At first, I thought it might be salvagable, but now, after having slept on it... dude, layers in the back? So not good. It's either poofy or flat, and in this case, very much both. What. The. Frell. Thank God it's still relatively long enough that I can force it into an uneven ponytail. As soon as I have a chance, I'm going back to that basic bob thing that my unimaginative, easily traumatized, emotional state can handle.
So go ahead and laugh. I give you all permission to do so. Mostly because I find it a bit amusing, and I can't see any of you for me to actually kick any of your asses. So go ahead. Laugh it up. I dare you.
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No Elliot Stabler dreams last night - which may or may not be a good thing, considering the dream I detailed to Meg yesterday was kinda frelled. You'd think a Chris Meloni dream would be all about the nekkid and the hot steamy making out, right? Yeah, not so much. Instead, I got something that could have been straight from one of the episodes. And since his show is all about the SVU, that's just... weird.
What the hell is wrong with me, anyway?
And Steph, he was totally in his dress shirt, tie askew, sleeves rolled up (SQUEEE!!!!!).... asleep in the chair beside my hospital bed (Uhhh, I told you it was a frelled up, episodic, dream, right? Heh.). I don't often wake up smiling, but damn if even being dragged out of bed at 7AM, mid-CM dream couldn't wipe that giddy smile from my face.
But it was all right. Not many men can make the rolled-up sleeves look just as fucking hot as the nekkid. Thank goodness for CM. And yes, Meggers, we will have to have a discussion about Oz. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 11:20 AM ... ||
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Oy.
Oy.
Oy.
You ever get one of those days where you wish you could just go to bed and do it all over again? Or the week? Or the month? How about the entire year?
But that's just my emotional innards talking there. Gotta stop that. The cynical exterior shell hates when it shows sign of crackage and daylight manages to get to that nasty emotional crap.
Also... I HATE MY HAIR!!!!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:51 PM ... ||
You know...
Even though I was dragged out of bed at 7 AM today, the day started out pretty damn good. I mean, REALLY damn good. Religiously watching all the SVU reruns on USA this past week manifested itself in a Chris Meloni dream. And dude... there's absolutely nothing like dreaming of Chris Meloni, especially when one of the words out of his mouth is "bondage."
Oh yeah.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:18 PM ... ||
I feel like crap. And I think I'm seriously developing an anxiety disorder.
Some of the reasons include, but are not limited to
~ Crazy hot muggy weather that's totally throwing off my body chem right now.
~ PoohBro bugging me into taking him and friend to mall to Sweet16 present shop for some party he's going to tonight.
~ PoohBro begging me to take him to get a new suit for this semi-formal party... one hour before it starts.
~ PoohBro needing me to take him to this party - some place I have no clue where it's located.
~ I'm PMS'ing. Yeah, I considered leaving that one out, but hell, I give TMI all the time anyway, so whatever.
~ Damn new TV season being way too slow in getting here.
~ Way too serious people. Just let it roll off. Please. I can't stress with you. I have no time, and way too much stress of my own to share yours (and I will share yours, just due to the nature of ME).
~ Way too sensitive people. See above.
~ Did I mention it's HOT and MUGGY and I'm PMS'ING?!?!?
~ Needing to return a bunch of emails, PMs, and chat stuff to a bunch of people. Don't go anywhere. Seriously. Stay. Right. There.
~ Being dragged into getting a haircut. Unprepared. Half-heartedly. And definitely not liking the results. Dude. Don't look at me. Avert all eyes!!
~ Feeling every bit the Cancer that I am. Having the uncontrollable urge to nuture and care for everyone. Feeling like the Group Mom, despite the fact that y'all are a bunch of unruly, sullen, indignant teenagers who refuse to listen to me.
~ This crazy notion that I was supposed to do something a lot more worthwhile with my life than... this.
Before I get smapped by everyone, which I know I will... I'm going to go take a breather and a time out. Y'all are making me exhausted. Seriously. Quit it.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:59 PM ... ||
Friday, September 19, 2003
Oh dear.
Lost the cable connection while in chat with Trix. No TV. No internet. No HappyPooh.
So of course, I did the only thing I could do -- rush home. Yay TV! Yay internet! Yay fries! (What? After all that trauma, you didn't think I wouldn't treat myself to a little something, didja? Pfffft.)
Thank goodness for having options. If I had to go through the weekend without cable.... What? You want me to die a slow painful death or something? Hrmph!
But, um, yeah... PoohDad didn't go to work today. So guess what Pooh got to do when she got home? Edit some "resume/interview" thingy for him. Apparently, his work is doing some reorganization and all the top people have to write up these one-page, bullet-points only, thing explaining why they should stay (or get promoted to) some kind of managerial/supervisory position. They have to pick 2 out of the bunch of titles, and submit a page thing for each. Dude? Seriously frelled up. But hey, that's the Government for you. Damn The Man.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:14 PM ... ||
she's like the wind...
So Isabel bitched by and.... did absolutely nothing around here. Typical behavior of a wannabe-bitch who's just too tardish to pull it off. Instead, we got a buttload of wind - lots and lots of hot air.
All hype and no follow-through. (Memo to staff of shows on the PoohMustSee list: With the new season about to start -- take notes.)
But then... I don't live in NC.
**********
Watching DC on TBS this morning. It's the ski trip ep. You know, the one where Pacey and Joey (squee!) have S-E-X (squeeeeeee!) for the first time (SQUEE!).
Squee with me, dammit!
And no... I'm not supposed to be somewhere else (*coughlabcough*) doing something else (*coughthesiscough*).
I'm really, really not.
**********
Clearing out the PM box. LMFAO! Oh man, if y'all could only read some of these PMs.
*shakes head*
If I thought my email inbox was hilarious, some of these PMs make me pee my pants. There's just no substitute for getting messages from professional snarkers and just plain funny people.
*laughs self silly*
Sadly, you're all excluded from sharing that laughter. Sowwy. *delete, delete, delete*
**********
Damn, it's hot. 80s for the entire weekend. Dude. It's September. Someone get Ma Nature a calendar.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:24 AM ... ||
I love TVLand.
LOVE getting my MacGyver fix.
Where are those damn DVDs already!?!? Hmm... must be coming in the same package with those Boomtown and Space: Above and Beyond DVDs. *sighness*
LMFAO. Oh, and Murdoc? Such a drama queen.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:25 AM ... ||
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Okay, I'm sick.
Watching the news, and they're showing all these clips of reporters out in the thick of Isabel, all tethered in (or not), getting blasted by wind and rain and whatever... I'm sorry, but it's some of the funniest shit I've seen in awhile. Like One suggested, these things should be set to music. Heh.
Still, looks kinda fun.
LOL. There was a report on Nightline, and I could have sworn the guy was snarking on the way hurricanes are reported. Whether snark or not, I sure enjoyed the clip where some reporter's pants fell down and then spent the rest of the clip standing out in the open, trying to "avoid" the wind so he could attempt to pull them back up. Obviously, he was unsuccessful. Oh, man. Good stuff. Good stuff.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:54 PM ... ||
Yeeeessssssssshhhhhhhh
*kicks Blogger*
%$&&**&^#$%@@##%^&(*()_&$%#$$%^&*&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's right, bitca.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:03 PM ... ||
Watch... There'll only be a bit of drizzle....
I was reserving some grumpy work/coworker snarking for this entry (well, not all snarking, since there were some really cute things that happened today... um, I mean... not cute, because, pfffft, Pooh doesn't do cute), but work started to pick up a bit around 3PM when one of the coworkers in question rushed into the lab saying the governor had declared a state of emergency and all cars were supposed to be off the roads by 4 PM (nevermind that when I left, he was still only expecting to declare it, and didn't actually do it until after I was almost home). Because she was all anxious and panicking (tard lives in NY), we had to help her tarp over all the equipment to prevent water damage.
Didn't rain when I left early (no work closure, and surprisingly, no school closure yet, either), but there were some nasty looking stormclouds. I'm glad I cut out early because on the way home, the poor PoohMobile was being blown all over the place (when I finally get my first new car, it's going to be a BIG car... that's wind-resistant. Heh). I'm thanking the God of All Tards for the StupidLandlady getting our parking space wrong, because if she hadn't, we would be parked a space away from a dumpster. We're only one more space away, but hey, that space could make a huge difference.
*prays PoohMobile doesn't get squashed by scary winds and the SUV and minivan on either side of it*
Bit worried about the tree right outside my window, and that the computer is right in front of that window. If it gets really scary, I might have to move it. And if we lose electricity... Pooh has no candles or flashlights, so she'll actually be sleeping early unless she decides to read by the glow from the cell phone. Heh.
But really.... I'm only expecting a little rain and no trouble. That bitch Isabel is only a category 1 now. Tropical storms? Pfffft.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:52 PM ... ||
|| posted by Pooh at 1:36 AM ... ||
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Email Clean-up, Part 2
I just realized that I had two other accounts I forgot to sift through. So here's some more gems.
1. Almost half a page of emails going back and forth between SnarkyBestFriend, PinkoSnob and Others regarding the John vs. Paul debate. (V, knows what this is all about. *rolls eyes*)
2. John vs. Paul debate turns to a string of emails with DissingMichaelStipe snark. (Never ceases to amaze me all the craptastic shit we used to think was important back then. Heh.)
3. Wisdom from TheCoder:
_Hmmm, near as I can tell, human beings don't seem to grow out of their obsessions until they hit fifty. And then they buy Viagra. (So... I've got plenty of good obsessing years left before I have to go on the drugs. Woohoo!)
_I suspect that twenty years from now when you're reaching your sexual peak you're going to be tearing into 18 year olds like they were potato chips. (Mmmm.... potato chips....)
4. PinkoSnob: (regarding him and SnarkyBestFriend) We can talk to people we don't know without being weird. You, I don't know about. (I'm weird. Go figure.)
5. SnarkyBestFriend: So I guess you could say something like the subxyphoid region or inferior to the xyphoid. (YES! We're nerds. Shut the fuck up.)
6. PinkoSnob: (in response to... he knows who it was for :P) Yeah, and my love rocket is always pointed at large black men who like to read a lot. (I am not the perviest of my friends. See? Pooh=Prude)
7. SaneOne: This entire dialogue disturbs me. And yes, [insert PoohName], that includes your John fantasies. (How the frell can anyone be disturbed by John fantasies? Pfffft.)
8. LMFAO! V, do you recall this little exchange? Remember that time we all took that John Cusack compatibility test? Heh.
PinkoSnob: But you're not as compatible as [insert V's name] and I are.
V:This sentence needs to be reworded. "But you're not as compatible as [insert V's name] and I are with John Cusack." No, wait, that doesn't sound right either.
PinkoSnob: [insert V's name], when was the last time your sexuality was called in to question this many times in one day?
SaneOne: I appreciate my inclusion on this sexual exploration email diatribe. And yes, I did score higher that you [insert PoohName]. 66%. I clicked on my favorite New Kid, Jordan Knight, and I got a 99% !!! Whew! (Okay, so maybe she's not so sane.)
And just in case y'all didn't get it from that bit... Yes, Pooh was the least John-compatible out of all her friends. Hrmph. HRMPH!! Lies. Those tests don't mean a damn thing.
9. PinkoSnob: (after Pooh told him to send her a HotFrenchGuy while he was in Paris) My grasp of the french language isn't quite good enough for me to explain why I'm boxing them up and sending them to America. (Party pooper. Hmph!)
10. Foward from PoohStalker #45 (or some number):
Cool tongue twister... see if you can take up the challenge! Make sure you get every single word right! Read the following passage and then follow the instructions at the end. (Read loudly, to yourself...)
_This is this cat
_This is is cat
_This is how cat
_This is to cat
_This is keep cat
_This is a cat
_This is fool cat
_This is busy cat
_This is for cat
_This is forty cat
_This is seconds cat
_Now read the THIRD word in each line then you will understand what I mean!!!!!!!!
11. Charlotte: And, yeah, it makes her kind of hot for Sark. (The last line of a fic outline she sent Pooh. *whistles innocently*)
12. CrazyForkGirl: i am madly in love with a costa rican dude i have never met, and i like to eat bananas. (Like... bam! Out of the blue. This is the kind of stuff friends send me after being out of contact for 5 years. I'm really not a freakmagnet. Really.)
Am quite upset that Onesy never sent me anything I could embarrass her with. All I ever get from her are those Amazon Share the Love emails. Damn enabler! Also upset that I never got around to starting a email relationship with Other People, as I am almost positive those emails would have given me plenty of material to work with. Hrmph.
Hee. Some of these chats I have saved up? LMFAO!!!!! Oh man. I'm dying here. La la la...
*****
Dude. Trix, you really CMSU. When I said I wanted to change my Snark name to QueenTard, I was just joking. *smap* But what's done is done. I will wear my new name with pride. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:33 PM ... ||
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Pooh does some email cleaning
Ugh. I was so bored today.
I am lmfao at all the crap my friends have sent me over the years - crap that I've, for some absurd reason or other, decided was worth saving. Yeesh. Probably none of this stuff will be interesting or funny to anyone other than me. Or the people who don't remember sending me the emails. But hey, it's my blog, so go away or whatever. :P Pooh's anal-retentive about spelling, so all typos are not mine.
There weren't as many funny bits from the Alias-fandom, which surprised me. We must get all our snark out during chat, I guess. Most of this stuff is probably only amusing to me. DUH. And V might get a kick out of some of it; he'd certainly probably recognize some of the people, anyway. So to save anyone who might not want to read the trouble, I'll just invisitext it so you can skip right over it. You know... there should be something like the LJ cut option for blogger, would make things a lot easier. Anywho, here we go....
1. SlackerFratBoy: p.s. Did you know that "Clown" spelled backwards is "Nwolc"?? (Pretty boring considering he usually sends me ALF, Small Wonder, or Bob Saget pics. Phew.)
2. SlackerFratBoy: I mean, my ass hurts, seriously. Damn it hurts. (Dude reads my mind sometimes.)
3. TheWannabeSnob: The canadians have given us much fine music over the years.
TheSnarkyBestFriend: Yeah, like Celine Dion, and Alanis Morissette. (You know you all agree, too. :P)
4. TheWannabeSnob: The American public, including [insert PoohName], has been responsible for the death of all the good music that ruled the first two thirds of the 90s. (He likes to butter me up sometimes.)
5. Forward from The SugarB: A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette, with a satisfied smile on its face. The egg, looking a bit pissed off, grabs the sheet, rolls over, and says "Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question!"
6. SugarB: (regarding Ty) Yesterday he licked wood repeatedly and I almost fell off my bed. (Sounds so weird when taken out of context.)
7. SugarB: I need some raw sex in a jumper right now dammit!!!! (Yeah, don't we all?)
8. Random: i love my telly. therefore it should love me back and play whatever shows i bloody well like. sadly, telly is undergoing some sort of emotional fuckwittage and is not responding to my lowering of self to subservient begging.
9. SugarB: Dude I'm so obsessed. I've seen two eps and I'm obsessed. But get this - The whole first season only has 6 eps. EW! (This was written over a year ago. Funny how Coupling gushing all starts to sound the same after awhile. LOL)
10. TheWannabeSnob: [insert PoohName], you're starting to scare me. (Written after 6 years of friendship. I must be doing things wrong.)
11. SnarkyBestFriend: Our cadaver isn't all that well preserved and is kind of juicy so I feel like the smell just permeates everything.
Pooh's reply: There's nothing worse than a juicy corpse. ( Reason #2 why Pooh skipped med school. Reason #1: MCATs)
12. TheWannabeSnob: Hairy ass. I have a very hairy ass. And my stomach's starting to hang out as male stomachs do as they approach middle age. (Excellent. Something to look forward to, although I'm not entirely sure he wasn't trying to woo me with that.)
13. TheWannabeSnob: And then there's the emotional heart collapsing feeling where you feel like a giant void spontaneously opened up between your heart and your ass, and it dropped right out. (Why am I always friends with the way melodramatic ones?)
Pooh's reply: so are we talking about a gigantic ass hole, or something entirely different?
14. SnarkyBestFriend: Ok, to the best of your ability, could you give me a description of myself running naked through the woods? (EHHH???)
15. Charlotte: (regarding old Alias spoilers) Dude. It's 'cause she loooooooooooooooooooooves him. ;) Hee! (We were such tards back then.)
16. SugarB: You're so upset you've resorted to bad grammar and puctuation. (LOL. Some people know me so well.... That won't do at all.)
17. Won't post them here, but the emails I got when the official DA site linked Sarkgasm? LMFAO! Yeah, those writers know what I'm talking about.
18. SlackerFratBoy: Mark my words, the return of the robot from Small Wonder will happen in the near future ... you seen the commercials with Alf in them? Case and point. (See???)
19. SlackerFratBoy: What do I do? I have no idea really. Just waiting for the mothership to return and bring me home. (I still have no idea how we became friends...)
20. PoohBro: Star Wars gangsta rap
21. TheCoder: How can one not find humor in senseless death? I don't get that. (Exactly. This world needs more humor.)
22. SlackerFratBoy: I know jesse was your favorite though - or was it kimmy gibler? (Nothing beats Full House humor.)
Huh. Could have sworn there were way more snarky quotables from TheCoder. Oh well. My mailboxes are still pretty full. *sigh* Hmm... I've got a bunch of chats saved up. Might be funny to take a stroll down memory lane with those. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:57 PM ... ||
Pooh's taking the first step in cleaning out her inboxes tonight. Should be fun since she has at least 5 accounts, and they're all pretty much full.
In order to make it less painful, she's going to put up the good bits from old emails (and if you're someone she dislikes, all your bits are going up... with extra snarky commentary. Ha!). Pooh HATES deleting stuff, so if you've ever sent her a hilarious, obsessive, or gushing email (*avoids making eye contact with Meg*), they're mine, mine, mine, and I'm free to do with them whatever I want.
La la la... Of course, I'll be giving each of you aliases, when necessary. (*hides from Meg*)
*whistles innocently*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:53 AM ... ||
Monday, September 15, 2003
Pooh needs more whine, please.
Left work at the correct time. Got stuck in traffic. Ended up going to school to hang out for an hour while waiting for traffic to dissipate. Bleh.
TardRoomie has allergy to getting mail, or is afraid of contracting terminal disease from mailbox. Got home; walked down the path; TardRoomie called out from the balcony that he forgot to get the mail. Dude. I didn't get home until close to 7 PM, and it was already starting to rain. So of course, I get it - mailbox was stuffed completely full. Guess he didn't bother to check on Friday or Saturday, either - both days I know he was here. And just before I can step inside.... pfwooooosh! Rain comes pouring down in sheets. Gee, thanks. Pooh didn't mention that she was wearing a white shirt today, did she? Well.... 
Heat and constant rain = unhappy Pooh. And bugs. Yucky disgusting bugs that just won't die. It's not fun discovering bug-bites in... weird... places. Uhhh, yeah.
Whine, whine, whine. Hmmm... Actually, liquor sounds pretty good right now....
|| posted by Pooh at 11:23 PM ... ||
Outside: Hot. So very hot. Sweltering hot.
Inside: Cold. Freezing cold. So incredibly c-c-c-c-c-c-c-cooooooooold.
Someone throw me a frickin' bone already. Dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:13 PM ... ||
Sunday, September 14, 2003
It's so freaking hot today. Muggy. Gross. Nasty. Humid. Hot.
I have no airconditioner or fan in my room. Guess I'll be sleeping nekkid tonight. Mwahahaha. Okay.... no. That's just way too many kinds of scary. *shudder*
Oh, GEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ!! I brought the parents' old toaster oven to the apartment and the TardRoomie actually asked me 1) what is that for? and 2) how do you use it?
*bangs head*
*bangs head some more*
*puts head through wall*
On a happy note, the PoohMom thinks Pooh lost some weight. Yeah... PoohMom's going blind, too. Hmm... why the frell don't I have ice cream or soda in the apartment? Or cake. I want cake. Dammit. And an airconditioner. And batteries! No, wait... I got a nice pack of batteries today.... Hee. Yay to a working VCR remote. Finally! Now bring on the new TV season.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:55 PM ... ||
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Pooh went shopping today. Always a bad thing. Very bad. Brought her first pair of new jeans since... February, and loves them. She's gotten so used to wearing slacks and dress pants for work, that these are the first pair of jeans she's been able to wear the entire day without getting that insane itch to change into anything other than jeans. This makes Pooh very happy since she was a jeans girl before she had to do that stupid thing called "work." Also, she might need an intervention. Apparently, she has some psycho addiction to v-necks and button-downs. Help Pooh!
The Poohmobile got a much needed tune-up today. Poor Poohmobile. Still cranky and loud, but not quite as loud, which is always good.
Last item on the shopping list? A lovely Identity dvd. Wasn't quite sure whether or not to buy it because of the mixed reviews, and because Amanda Peet is in a lot of it. Pooh gets crazy twitchy - like, break out the liquor while I gouge my eyes out, kind of twitchy - anytime she has to deal with her. Lucky for Pooh, Onesy managed to convince her to buy it. Then again, what kind of excuse does a girl need other than Wet John -- really, really, seriously fucking wet Johnny?
EXACTLY!
Pooh would have been the biggest Tard of all, had she been able to resist that. Mmmmmm. It was a pretty good movie, minus all the CryingPeet scenes. Bleh. But in the special feature, she did wish that she had a sex scene with Johnny, and really... I have to respect her for that. The girl has taste and obviously knows what's important in life. The ending... okay, Pooh admits she doesn't watch too many horror/thriller/etc types of movies, so while expecting a twist, she was sorta surprised at the end. All she has to say is she hates evil children with a passion. Blehhhh. The only reason why she's not having children anytime soon. Well, the evil thing and also because there's no man so far, but that's not the point. The point is.... JOHN DIED!!!!! Yeah, I get the whole movie premise, but still! Kill off the no-good crying wench! John should never ever die, even if he's technically "not real." He's just too damn hot. That alone should be his saving grace in a murder spree. In conclusion, anyone who hasn't seen it, should definitely watch it. If not for the movie plot, then for Johnny. He alone is worth the cost of that dvd.
I mentioned he's wet for 99% of the movie right? Just checking.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:48 PM ... ||
Friday, September 12, 2003
A wise woman (*coughStephcough*) once said:
"Dude, we neeeeeed to get Nick Lea on Alias. Or any show that isn't Adromeda."
I would have to wholeheartedly agree. Last year, Meg and I had a tiny, half-assed Bring The Sexy (Nick) to Alias campaign that lasted all of... two days. Hey, when we really want something... we pretty much just sit on our asses and let someone else do it. Heh. But since Steph brought it up again, it occurred to me that it's been awhile since the blog's been sexified.
So here we go. Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
Mmmm...
Now for the required XF pics:
Oh, yeah.....
So pretty.....
Mmm... gun...
Rowr
Pooh's gotta have her Russian triple (?) agent/assassin. Yummers. Hint hint.
Oh! Eeep! For Alias casting consideration:
*dreamy sigh* Squeeee!
Oh yeah. Look at that. It's kismet. Even in glasses, he's HOT. And Lena? ROWR! Now, if we can all just picture Nick and Lena sexing it up on Alias together.... *takes a moment to visualize, melts into puddle of goo* He could be her Russian assassin badboy/lover.... you know... after Sark. *cough* Or better yet, Sark/Irina/Krycek sammich. Throw a Pooh in the middle of that, and she can die happy.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:01 AM ... ||
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
I love my work intranet. I get to have all these gadgets on my desktop, and most of them are entertainment news related because honestly... no one (Pooh) really cares about serious news.
This one just jumped right out at me, mostly because I'm a nosy bitch and thought it might have been something truly snark-worthy. Instead, I got this:
'Alias' Duo Has Drama at ABC
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Very interesting..... Maybe.
*cough*
Random "Pooh could have been cool" fact: Pooh almost considered joining the Secret Service. She got as far as having an hour long convo with an agent at her school career fair and even got numbers. Can you imagine? Scarrrrrry! *shudder*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:15 AM ... ||
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
God help me.
Trix is tempting me with Charleston food in order to get me to visit her.
Damn her, if it isn't working... for the past half hour, I've been doing Amtrak, Greyhound, and flight searches. AND looking at all the restaurant links she's been sending my way. You'd think I'd be too smart to fall for her tricks.
You'd think.
*drooooooool*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:02 AM ... ||
Monday, September 08, 2003
PEEKABOOO!!!!
I so totally see you.
That is all.
*****
No, wait... three more things:
1. It's 70 degrees outside. Cool, breezy, nice. TardRoomie has a/c on high. WTF? Frell if that screws up the electricity bill. And no... my being on the computer for 12 hours/day has absolutely NO effect on the bill. Yeah. That's my story, and I'm so sticking to it.
2. Forgot to bring the PoohBear again. Two weeks in a row without a bed partner for warmth and extra body support. Sigh. No wonder I'm always so sore when I wake up.
3. V, thanks for answering the geekoid question. I knew you'd pull through. Pooh lurves her geek friends. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:37 PM ... ||
It would be too much to ask for an incident-free first solo drive to Philly, wouldn't it? Well, since this is ME... yeah, it would.
Woke up at 4:30 in order to get to the boss's house so we could go "together." Stopped at the local Dunkin Donuts at 5 AM to grab an iced coffee for the trip. Ran into a bunch of truckers. Woohoo! Rowr! Yeah, except not so much. And then?
1. Boss sorta sucks at playing lead car. Too fast or too slow. Blehhhhh.
2. Philly traffic? SUCKS!
3. The glass of OJ at home and then the large iced coffee for the road? Uhhh.... Dude. When we hit the outskirts of Philly and ran into bumper to bumper traffic... I sooo didn't think I would make it.
4. Our 7:30 AM tissue was postponed until 8:30, which added an extra three hours to our original experimental timeline.
5. Had a really bad experience with cheesesteak. Ran out of pepperjack, fine. The onions were caramelized beyond recognition, fine. Somehow getting mushrooms in mine? Ick. Pooh's very picky about her mushroom consumption, and those mushrooms tasted nasty.
6. Accidentally left half of the coffee in the car for the whole day. Ended up smelling like stinky moldy coffee in the car.
7. Philly rush hour traffic SUCKS!!
8. Stupid tard PA chickie who insisted on brushing her hair while driving.
9. Took an exit too early on the way back, had to do a U.
10. Jersey traffic ain't too pretty either.
Not sleepy yet, even though I've been up for over 12 hours now. No food in the apartment because too lazy to deal with rush hour traffic again in order to go shopping. No roomie in apartment. Thank goodness, and still no more furniture in livingroom or kitchen because he's so very obviously waiting for me to buy stuff. Too bad. Pooh really has no more money left for extras. Hate coming back to school after a long weekend at home - always just a tad homesick. Plus... no one to talk to here, dammit. *kicks TardRoomie* And no food. :( Must wake up very early to get to school tomorrow since I now need to fight for parking space with the undergrads. Grrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:30 PM ... ||
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Another day trip to Philly in the morning to play with extirp uteri. TMI? Hmm.
Decided to leave from the PoohRents' house since I'm here for the weekend, which means I need to actually sleep tonight since I have a 4:30 AM alarm. Bleh. Bad thing about this particular trip: Pooh needs to actually drive down to Philly. For the first time. By herself. Hate hate hate driving to unknown places alone. Can't I take the damn Septa? *sobs*
Not too sure if the LoudMobile (Pooh's car, nicknamed so because of the loud noises it makes due to being so freaking old) will make it. Okay, it will, because the PoohDad has instilled in Pooh a great deal of respect towards car maintenance, but still... Old car. Philly. Alone. What if I get stuck there? It's Philly, dammit. Although... then I can have all the cheesesteaks I want. Mmmmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:16 PM ... ||
*SOBS*
Pooh no likey no Sark curls. The hair... the flip-flops (Pooh also no likey feet or flip-flops - that's just lazy. Wear some shoes!)... the hair... the hair... the way way way skinniness...the HAIR!!... DA's just trying to make me dislike him, isn't he? *cries*
Well, too bad. *sucks it up, pretends the curls still exist, back to lurving DA and Sark*
And I'm sorry, Vartan still looks like he's sporting that constipated look.
MG is still a hottie. Frell the booing.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:59 AM ... ||
Saturday, September 06, 2003
Don't you hate it when...
Just when you've convinced yourself there may be SOME hope for the world.....
a bunch of idiotic fuckheads completely ruin it, squash all that optimism, and remind you again just how right you were in thinking that we need to just nuke the world and start all over again.
With Pooh in charge, of course.
Because, seriously.
1. IT'S ONLY TV!!! (Tards need lives. Ha! Imagine ME telling people to get lives.)
2. Some people are just doing their jobs!! ('Course, people who don't grasp this concept also can't seem to distinguish between character and actor. Or that TV is all pretend -- see #3. Dumb bitches.)
3. TV IS PRETEND!! P-R-E-T-E-N-D. Or for those tards who can't even grasp that -- FAKE.
4. Shut the fuck up. And grow the fuck up.
Pooh's itching to change into the biochemical specialty of her degree just so she can "experiment" with bioweapons. Something along the lines of a chemical anti-tard spray. She'll be rich, and there won't be any more tards crapping up the place.
You can all show your appreciation through PayPal. LOL
|| posted by Pooh at 10:47 PM ... ||
Of garage sales... garden gnomes... and biological clocks...
Passed a garage sale a few blocks from house. A whole bunch of them today, but almost stopped at this one. Why? They had a really cute cocktail dress hanging up by the garage. Of the 80's style. Hot pink. Ruffles. Big poofy sleeves. Dude.... Now that's class, baby.
Went shopping with the dad for a new bed for Thing 2. Walked by a store selling garden decor. Hmmm. Giant inflatable toys happen to be in, I guess. They had huge inflatable everythings for the garden. Why, oh, why?!? Jersey - the land of trash and tacky tastes. Sighness. Didn't get a bed, though. Way too expensive. My sore back and neck cringed at the loss of possible new bed-age. Seriously. Who cares about Thing 2 getting a new bed anyway? What about me?!? I'm going to have to suck it up and get myself a new mattress, too, just to appease the (bad kind of) soreness. Love going shopping with the dad, though, because he's mellowed so much, he's now open to buying things that don't come with a "Clearance" tag (*shudder to childhood memories*). But hate going shopping with the dad because I've encountered looks before. You know... looks. And I think I got a "girlfriend" comment a few years ago.
*squick*
In case you didn't understand.... *SQUICK*!!!! Love the PoohDad, but we're not Jack and Kim from '24,' ya know.
And just in case I wasn't feeling squicky enough, the Dad busts out the "you need to find a friend and see where it goes from there... after 30, it's a lot harder to have kids." He even did the "biological clock" crap. Hey, Dad, I'm more than willing to spend the rest of my life popping out grandkids for you... as soon as The Kief (or any of my other fantasy lurvers) decide to marry me. Really. I'm ready whenever they are. And what was the catalyst for this stupid conversation? Me mentioning that I needed to get the car tuned-up one last time before I let it go to that junkyard in the sky, and him saying that I needed to find a job already so I can buy a new car. Oh, yeah... and something about how I've been in school for almost 10 years now and don't I think it's about time I got out already... Or something. Blehhhhh.
Blogspot and blogger were frelled this morning. Because it was screwed up, I had to do my fangirl post over there. Another reason I should probably consider moving part of this over to the LJ, I guess. Plus, you know, there is the lure of icons. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 3:57 PM ... ||
Friday, September 05, 2003
V,
If you and I are ever on at the same time.... I have a suitably geek-oriented question to ask you.
Pooh
|| posted by Pooh at 4:58 PM ... ||
And so it begins....
Bitching about the new TardRoomie isn't nearly as fun as bitching about Rabbit, Wabbit, ScaryRoomie, and TheOtherOne. At least last year's crew was amusing, entertaining, and while annoying, managed to make me giggle in that really girlie way. (Shaddup! You know you did, too!) The TardRoomie is hardly ever at home when I am (in hindsight, this might be better, though it cuts down on the potential of entertaining Pooh), but when he is... he just makes me want to bang my head against the wall. Over and over and over and... *bang*...*bang*...*bang*...
Two nights ago....
P: *hears TardRoomie hauling in groceries, goes out to say hi, chat, etc*
TR: Oh! I borrowed some of your bread this morning.
P: *confused, as TR had two loaves of French bread in his "bread basket" on the counter that morning... peeks into open fridge (keeps buggies from getting into bread, tip learned last year in bug-infested dorm cabinets)* Huh. *notices HALF the loaf "borrowed"... boggles*
TR: I bought more bread so you can have some of mine.
Okay, first... it's just bread. Who cares. But "borrowing" half a (large) loaf? Yeesh. I'm thinking that the whole thing had to do with his "bread basket." Bread probably got infested with those little grain/flour bugs (whatever you call those suckers), or were attacked by other kinds of bugs. Know why? He's been living in this stupid apartment for over three weeks and he's never noticed that the kitchen window is basically a hole with the screen leaning against it. Dumbass. Pooh got handy - AGAIN - and fixed it. Pfffft.
All I'm saying is this: Whatever man finally manages to win the Pooh? One lucky bastard. She cooks (sorta), cleans, takes care of mundane household administrative stuff, AND does all the handy work. Hrmph.
Yesterday morning...
P: Hey, while you were living here for the three weeks before I moved my ass in here, did you ever bother to check the mailbox?
TR: *blank, confused stare* Uh... no....
TR: *"sudden" panic attack* Oh, no! I never checked the mail!
P: Did you see the mail I left on the counter last night? *knows he did, because he chucked the junk mail*
TR: Yeah, I saw it. Garbage.
P: I've been checking the mail for the past two days, and I've been having a tussle with the stupid mailman. He refuses to give us our mail, even though I've put signs and stuff up labeling our mailbox. We keep getting someone else's.
TR: *stupid blank look* We are?
P: Did you look at the junk mail? All for a different apartment.
TR: I didn't notice. I just threw it out.
P: *mentally bangs head* If he doesn't give us our mail today, I'm going to bitch to the post office.
TR: *panicking again* We've got bills! I'm expecting something important from the credit card company! (If he's expecting so many damn important things, why didn't he check the damn mail last month? Stupid headache could have been taken care of a long time ago! Punkass!)
P: *mentally shoots self in stomach, because a headshot would be too merciful compared to what she is currently experiencing* Well, that's a problem. Will you be home today?
TR: Until the afternoon. I'll go talk to the stupid landlady and see if she fucked up our mailbox key, too, just in case. (StupidLandlady had given us a key that didn't work with our front door, the wrong parking space number, and a different apartment than she had initially told us we'd get -- so this? not shocking, if true)
About damn time he got off his ass and did something useful. As for his credit card mail, etc? There's a phrase, when poorly translated into English, means: Ha ha ha! Your own stupid fucking fault, you lame-ass bastard! Or something like that. Because really... not checking mail for almost a month when you've been expecting something? Stoooooopid. That's why Pooh sends all important mail Home.
I don't know if it's been taken care of. He left me an empty voicemail, wouldn't pick up his phone when I called... He left before I got home from work, didn't come back until sometime after 2am after I went to bed, and was still sleeping when I left this morning. Couldn't check the mailbox since I had given him my key just in case we had to switch boxes. So the mail thing? Currently unresolved until I hear from him, and it will stay unresolved until after this weekend...
Because the Poohster? Soooo going home to see the PoohMom, sleep in own comfortable bed, and celebrate the very rare occasion when Thing 1 deems us worthy enough to venture home from her slut-central abode in the city. Ooh, okay, that was mean. Whatever. I've got OlderSibling rights.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:09 AM ... ||
The Alias S3 pics? Best. Ever. Yep. Still staring and resisting urge to lick monitor.
DA/Sark is still a goddamn tease. Just two buttons, huh? *mutters*
VG? Rowrrrr.
MG? Damn hot.
I feel like liquor and ice cream right now. Only have none of that. So sucking on ice cubes.
Shaddup.
*goes back to staring* :P
ETA:
Ooooh!!! MacGyver is on TVLand right now!! Squeeee! With the mullet!!
I will watch and drool. Only because Rach doesn't understand the draw of RDA, and I'll have to pick up the slack. Yummers. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 12:05 AM ... ||
Thursday, September 04, 2003
SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!
David.... *drooooooooool*
And the Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn pic? HOT!!
Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:58 PM ... ||
I'm at work, and I'm nekkid.
This is going to bug the crap out of me.
Nekkid nekkid nekkid.
I forgot my watch. Why? What the hell did you think I meant?
Not only do I keep staring at my wrist every two minutes, but it's like I lost the protective force field generated by my watch. It's multifunctional: keeps time, gives you something to play with, and if there's someone you want to ignore, you can glance at it while making all sorts of annoyed huffy noises like you're really late for something, which allows you to book it out of the vicinity of said person without actually appearing like you're trying to avoid them.
Without it, I feel vulnerable, lost, confused, and psychologically nekkid.
I need help, huh?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:36 AM ... ||
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Okay, seriously... stop. Just stop.
And yet, I can't stop laughing.
Didn't really want to comment on the hilarity ensuing within the Alias fandom, but it's really starting to annoy me. Not pissed off, mind you, but it's starting to affect me like a shocked WTF-"you CAN'T be serious, shut up already"-lmfao-eyeroll combination punch.
For one thing, my eyes have rolled right out of their sockets and under the bed. Somewhere.
For another, if a person is being hypocrital by saying they're not doing something while actually being very guilty of doing it, shouldn't someone just smack them and shut them the fuck up? Which begs the question: if a Tard rants and raves to a small number of equally insane Tards, how many nukes will it take to get them to SHUT THE FUCK UP?
Of course, what makes us - a very small percentage of online fans, and just fans of the "show," in general - think we speak for all the other fans, especially those who stay far away from online msg boards, sites, etc, and freaks like us? Because we don't. We so so so so soooooooo don't. To think otherwise would make us arrogant Bastards. And, you know... thank god for differing opinions.
And last, I can't stop laughing. Really. Body-shaking, rib-cracking, laughing my fucking ass off, cracking my shit up, laughter. It hurts, yo.
I'm dying for the new season of Alias to begin.
I'm dying to see what effect MG's character will have on the rest of the cast and the spydrama storyline.
I'm dying to see/hear something other than bitching and moaning and whining about S/V, the lack of S/V, S/V/? threesomes, or how TPTB are purposely mucking them up just to screw with the shippers or because they're scared of basing the show on their private lives. (JG and MV could be secretly married; DA and KW could be having a passionate love affair; VG could be in love with a monkey. Really, no one cares what they do off-camera, and no one should care. *cue stalker music*) If they get back together, fine. If they don't, fine. If the show turns out to be about Them, fine. If the show stops revolving around them.... *dances nekkid for everyone*
I'm absolutely, positively loving the 2 year jump ahead. So much potential, so many possibilities, so many opportunities and avenues to explore.
I love the need for Syd to figure out what happened in those two years. Please let Syd be a badass. Please let Syd be a badass. Please let Syd be a badass. Please let Syd be a badass.
I even love MarriedVaughn. Can't stand the character anymore, but it's about fucking time he got a life.
I love, love, love, love, LOVE the Alias crew for having the guts to set something like this in motion. And if they stick with it, which A LOT of people want to see them do, for better or worse, I will have all their babies. Um... okay, not much of an incentive there, but still... Pooh will make herself their sex slave. LOL.
As for all the rest of the fandom shit going on.... Pffffffffft. Seriously. Stop. Because too much laughing makes Pooh happy (happy due to body chemistry changes brought on by laughter, NOT because of the subject matter), and she's just not down with that.
Onto another fandom!
Loving the West Wing repeats on Bravo. Can I just say that even though I like Donna... God help me, I had a thing for Josh/Joey. Or, okay... Josh/Pooh. Woohoo! :P
|| posted by Pooh at 11:16 PM ... ||
Goddammit!
Pooh's going to go up against the postal service. Fucking mailman (or woman) keeps screwing up the mailboxes and giving us the wrong mail. I'm never home because I'm either working or in the lab the entire day. StupidTardRoomie doesn't even bother checking the mailbox, leaving all the administrative stuff for the apartment to me, even though he's here half the day and has nothing to do. When I filled out the mail form the first time, I corrected the address. Got the wrong mail anyway. I've left a big sign indicating our apartment number. Still the wrong mail. I just put a note in there telling them to fuck off and return the wrong mail and give us ours. We've got bills and a copy of our lease that's supposed to be mailed to us. WTF! It's not our job to sort the mail and give it to the right people. Grrrrr! If things don't get corrected tomorrow, MegaBitch is going to have it out with the post office. It won't be pretty.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:21 PM ... ||
Duuuuude.
*hangs head in shame*
Waiting for stupid test to finish running, and I JUST discovered where the break room at work is located in the stupid building. About half a year late.
Just goes to prove how appropriate my Snarkgasm moniker really is.
In other news....
Bwahaahahahahahahahaha. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Oh man. I'm crying. It hurts so much. *glares at SM and my TardPosse** I just cracked a rib from laughing so hard.
Is the Alias premiere here yet? Dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:05 PM ... ||
Dude. It's only 2 PM, but I already know that I'll be stuck at work until late. It might be nice, since I'll miss a good chunk of sitting in traffic, but it still sucks. Plus, I haven't had lunch yet, and the cafeteria is closed. :( On the bright side, I save $5 and maybe get slim in the process. Heh.
Not so much a funk, but utter boredom while waiting for tissue to finish warming. Been spending much of day reading SG-1 fic. I mean... WORKING... yeah, that's it.
Cannot wait until the 10th, because Onesy gets her ass back online on that day.
Cannot wait until the 28th, because of the Alias premiere.
P.S. SM, thanks for posting that side-splitting hilarity over at the Snarkgasm. Seriously. Made my day. I'm still LMFAO. (And not at you.) ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 2:28 PM ... ||
Ow.
Soreness.
All over: back... sides... neck... other places.
Hard is definitely way better than soft.
The bed, dammit. The bed. Or more specifically, the mattress.
Long story short. Pooh saved money by bringing Thing 2's old bed down to the apartment since it's way old and the springs are sorta broken. Thing 2 deserves a new bed (which is NOT cheap, mind you, even for a stupid twin), and Pooh is too practical to throw away a bed that has at least one more year left in it, especially since she's going to chuck it at the end of the year anyway - no frelling way she's moving another bed (the move is another entry in itself - see? I'm a tease.). Added an egg-crate mattress pad thingamabob, which helped. Now it feels like sleeping on many layers of down comforters. Kinda cozy, and very warm. But also kinda soreness-inducing.
And woozy.
Pooh tends to roll around in bed. When she's sharing, she stays very still (unless, depending on who she's sharing it with - she's got some standards, ya know - she rolls on top - or under, maybe - them). :P Woke up this morning hurting, because of the lack of support. And because the springs are sorta busted, the mattress... sways... when I shift. Move just a teeny bit, and you feel like you're in a boat with water lapping up against the sides. Like my own mini-waterbed. Except not.
Might have been just a leeeetle bit motion sick. Hmm. Maybe I should pop some Dramamine before bed tonight? Heh.
GRRR. I hate driving.
Took me twice as long to get to work from the apartment than it does from home, even though it's roughly the same distance. Stooooopid traffic. Stoooopid rain.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:40 AM ... ||
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
I can't stop smelling things.
No, not like that.
Clothes that were freshly laundered before I moved to the apartment...towels...stuff. Everything smells like home.
Okay, okay. That's the last of the homesick whining. I'm starting to annoy myself with it. It's just that I'm pretty much alone here, and it's not going to stop raining this week. I need sun, dammit.
I'm thinking... I need a new change of attitude and direction. In order to facilitate the NewPooh, I'm seriously considering getting my hair cut. *nods smartly* Yep. It's about time. New Hair = New Pooh = New Attitude = No more anxiety attacks regarding CheapskateTardRoomie, financial problems, and the neverending thesis research.
*pretends she's not traumatized by it all*
Or not.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:46 PM ... ||
I'm still feeling funky. In more ways than one -- one has to do with my loneliness from last night, the other has to do with the "new" PoohBed (which will be blogged in detail, sometime later).
-- Still no new eps of TV shows right now.
-- Stood in line for an hour just to get a stoopid commuter parking permit. I no longer qualify for residential or staff permits, which means I need to park at the football stadium and hike it to lab. GRRRRR.
-- Dearly miss graduate dorms and living on-campus. Or living at home and saving money.
-- Discovered just how much of a cheapskate new TardRoomie is. Frugal bitch.
-- Found daddylonglegs in bathtub in morning. EEEK. Acted like a gross girlie girl. Am much embarrassed.
-- Unearthed the research project, only to discover one of my microphones missing. Spent afternoon trying to solder wires to new one. Messed up. Over and over. Just cannot make it work. Want to give up because it's acting all stooopid.
-- Need batteries. For the VCR remote, perverts!
-- Still miss the mommy.
-- Miss eating. Need to shop. Need liquor.
-- Miss friends - real and not so real.
-- Need friends.
-- Massive headache.
All adding to more depressing funkiness.
Hmmm. If I pass out my number, will freaks call me and keep me company over the phone? I'll even take long awkward silences, or heavy panting. At this point, even missing the losers calling my cell asking for "Dan" or "Rocco." Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:50 PM ... ||
Monday, September 01, 2003
WHAT THE FRELL?????
Going through the cable channels here, which are surprisingly exactly the same as the ones back home. Wish I had the school cable channel lineup, another thing that's depressing me to all sorts of low levels. I can learn to deal without my BBCA and my IFC and my Sundance and the university movie and info channels.
BUT WHERE IS MY SCI-FI CHANNEL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
How the HELL am I supposed to watch my Stargate SG-1????
Fucking Cablevision!!! I want Comcast, dammit. Or the school cable. *fumes...seethes...makes nasty faces*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:39 PM ... ||
I'm in a funk.
I'm in a very depressed, moody, funk.
Finally moved my body to the apartment, and am experiencing firsthand just how lonely it is here. Plus it's rainy and stuff outside and there aren't enough lights, and everything's just... plain. I want to turn on all the lights but then I'd have to pay the electricity. The roomie isn't here so there's no one to talk to, and even if he were, he'd be stuck in his room doing something or other in silence. As anti-social as I profess to being, I just want to have people around. Even if they are in their own rooms. I need noise. I need life. I need to be able to step outside of the room and have the potential of chatting with a live person, if even for a few minutes. I need a place I can just walk outside and go to the bookstore or get something to eat, instead of needing to drive everywhere. No more rolling out of bed and walking to the lab. I'll need to get up early just to go to work or to lab in order to beat traffic, and there won't be any returning to the room whenever I want or forget something because that would involve driving a couple of miles, too. And as much as my new bedroom is big and roomy, it's almost too big for me. I like to be sorta contained. I'd like to be able to sit in the livingroom and watch TV and hang out, except... there's no furniture.
I want Rabbit.
I want my Mommy.
I want to act a little more my age, be a little more independent, and suck it up. I want something else to put together because doing something logical and analytical keeps my overactive mind occupied.
I want someone to call me up and talk to me -- a real live person with a real live voice -- just to distract me from this funk.
*sniffle*
Okay... sorry... I'm just being... something right now. Will go back to being PervyGiddyPooh now.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:45 PM ... ||