Friday, October 31, 2003
Can I just say....
The PoohDad cracks my shit up. He called me at work to ask if I was coming home for the weekend. Since I was stuck late at work again, I said sure. It's a much shorter drive there than it is to the apartment.
I get home, afraid of running over tiny trick or treaters, with no problem. PoohDad's car is in the driveway but the house is dark. Hmmm. I get to the door and it opens magically... by the PoohDad's hand. It's practically pitchblack inside the house. He had all the lights turned off and the curtains drawn to avoid people knocking on the door. LMFAO. That's totally something I would do just to avoid getting up and going to the door.
Said something about the PoohBro - who normally does the candy detail when none of the girls are home - was out playing tennis. BUT now that I was here, he could finally turn on the lights. *snert* Good thing he kept the lights off because he didn't know where we put all the Halloween candy and only had out a handful of random candy from goodness knows where. But now that the candy is out and by the door... I keep itching to take one. Drool... candy... Must.Not.Take.
Oh, hell. We could always just turn the lights off again. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:50 PM ... ||
Happy Halloween!
*stuffs face with candy* Mmmm.
Trick or treat. La la la.... Definitely no tricks here, although maybe a treat. Or two. Or three....
Okay. That's actually four treats. And the only scary part about this Halloween is that none of them will be waiting for me when I get home from work. Bah.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:13 PM ... ||
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Mmmmm.... carrots. Bunny food. Rabbits.
*sniff* I miss the Wabbits. It's just too... quiet... now.
Ok... riddle me this. Y'all know I got a curtain rod for the balcony, aka our living room window. One panel wasn't enough so I ran my butt out to get a matching panel so we can have real curtains. I'm too short to put the rod up, and we don't have any non-rolling chairs for me to stand on. No big since the Roomie said he could do it. One good thing about having a tall roomie.
But a weird roomie, too. I got back tonight. Curtain rod up? Check. But... only one curtain panel was up. The other was still wrapped in its package and left on the floor. Eh? So now we only have half of the sliding doors covered. EHHH? I know he's picky about how much natural light gets into the living room. (*coughfreakcough*) But seriously... I specifically got semi-sheer curtains for him, and we could always push the curtains to the side, ya know. So it's not like putting up both panels and making it look normal is going to mean no more sun for us ever again. Sheesh. Sometimes I really wish I could get into his head and figure him out. But then, I think it's probably better - and safer - if I don't. No health insurance, you see.
Speaking of health... I've got an icky callous at the base of my middle finger. Heh. That's where all the pressure goes when I open and close my Coke bottles. Bleh. So... I should probably stop drinking so much soda if I want it to go away. Or maybe I should just switch back to cans. It's a dilemma.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:08 PM ... ||
"That week," revisited.
Now my left knee keeps locking up. And when it does, it threatens to bend in the wrong direction. Hurts. Well, more like a twinge. A very scary twinge. Now I must go beat that stupid frellin' knee into submission.
Damn. It's 5 and I didn't get out of here in time, which means I need to stay until at least 6 to miss most of the traffic. Blehhh. Hmm. Wonder if I can go on AIM Express and not get in trouble.
La la la...
|| posted by Pooh at 5:09 PM ... ||
Darn it.
Wasn't "that week" supposed to be over? Grrr.
Yesterday, while trying to do my testing, I had to make a couple of makeshift catheters. I made three. One by one, they each had some heater error and failed. All except the last one. Phew. I stayed late to make a couple of extra ones, but ran out of the original catheters so I only made two new ones. When I came in to put the balloon on the new ones, I ran out of balloons. Just the right number. The chick with access to all the extra catheters and balloons is apparently out for the rest of the week, according to her Outlook calendar. Argh. So if any balloon pops or any of the new catheters bust, then I'm screwed again. Bleh.
Since I had some extra time this morning (shocking), I decided to do the verification test with the one catheter that survived yesterday's testing. Have to do it anyway so might as well do it today. And..... balloon hole. Fucker. So now I can't use the one cath that I know works. That means I need to use one of my new ones, and I'm afraid to verify any of them before doing the actual tissue experiments since the verification uses thermocouples and now I'm deathly afraid one of the TCs will puncture the balloon.
Oh, and we supposedly have a test case in Philly on Monday. No real prototype, and if these caths don't survive today or tomorrow, then no makeshift caths, either. Ya know... sometimes it just doesn't pay to get out of bed in the morning.
But... to make myself feel better....
Hot men having phone sex:
Hee.
Darn it, the pic is kinda dark. Oh well... they need a little privacy for what they're doing anyway.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:39 PM ... ||
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Dude. Talk about coincidences. Finally picked up my hangtag for the car (grrr to stupid new work rules). I got number 47. Hee. It's like fate or something. Except, not really, because I lie. It was really 947. I'm just being a dork. Don't mind me.
But, you could be in awe of me. That's right. Be amazed. Got home late and still managed to make dinner. A real dinner. Steak and salad. A real salad. A big salad. Salad. S-A-L-A-D. That word's like an entire foreign language in my vocabulary. Heh. Not the crap I usually eat because it's late and I'm too lazy to make anything after work. I didn't even bitch and moan about it like I usually do. 'Cuz I'm SuperPooh!
Okay, I need to stop inhaling Milk Duds at work....
|| posted by Pooh at 8:06 PM ... ||
Ugh. Just finished the stupid performance review. I was pretty generous, and I think I confused myself with doublespeak. LOL. Oh well. Time to go home. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 6:47 PM ... ||
Help. Me.
Forgot I had to fill out a performance review for my boss, which needs to be returned to my old boss. First, this form is confusing. WTF. Second, I had a week to do it and it slipped my mind, and now it's due at the end of the day. Third, there's no way this will be entirely anonymous. Fourth, I SUCK at these things. Even when I was filling out the prof reviews at the end of each semester, I could never fully rip into any godawful prof or really praise any awesome prof. I deal in neutrals here. Yep, I'm a stinky fence sitter.
SIGH.
Oh, and... SQUEE to last night. Rowrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
ETA: You know what sucks even more? It's not even a bubble form. I have to actually comment on this huge list of factors and characteristics and write something about the strengths for each and possibly how to improve for each. This sucks. SUCKS! And not even the good way that would involve a Kief or a Chase or a Sark. Dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:07 AM ... ||
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
YAY!
Trix is in agreement. Sark needs to come on '24' and meet Chase. Weeeeeee!!
Sark/Chase/Kief4Eva!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:54 PM ... ||
VG's going to be on 'It's All Relative' on Wednesday. Someone needs to watch it and then squee for us. Or something. And that was a bit of Alias news for this entry. Now, onto the show for tonight....
'24' Day 3: 1PM-2PM
~ Ok, the Ford commercial? Heh. But you know... it seriously needed to be longer.
~ No, President Palmer, NO! *cough* Sorry, flashback to last season's finale.
~ Three years later, Jack appears in Hong Kong with no memories of the past three.... Oh, sorry. Wrong TV show.
~ KIEF! KIEF! KIEF! *THUD* EEP! NEW GUY! NEW GUY! NEW GUY! *THUD* Awww. New Guy worries about Jack. That's twu wub right there, baby. And New Guy is so working the tieless suit thing. Rowr! Hottest partnership ever.
~ Who else feels ripped off that we don't get to see Kief doing his deep undercover shtick? *raises hand*
~ Oooh, New Guy Chase is a badass, too. Can this show get any better? Hot damn.
~ "Director" Almeida. And Michelle. Awww. Okay, showing the two marriage rings like that was not subtle. Nope. But *sniff* I love my Tony/Michelle ship. Let's do a hottie count right now. Jack, Chase, Tony... I'm set for life.
~ Oh, yeah. HoYay, baby. Jack and Tony have phone sex. I mean... giving each other the head's up. No, wait... I mean... aww, whatever.
~ All hail the Prez. Bet he won't be shaking anyone's hands anymore. And um, DB? I'm calling it here. He's the bad. So so so bad.
~ Mmmm. Jack sticking a really big gun down his pants. Yeah, you saw it, too. Ok, more HoYay. Chase is still worried about Jack, and Jack answers him in his bedroom voice. Yummy. Damn. Is Kate still on this show? And did Chase look a bit put out when he found out it was her on the phone? Yeah, I think so, so shut up. And SHUT UP, Kate. Damn. I never get tired of saying that. Yep, Chase is so jealous. La la la.
~ Noooo! Tony can't leave CTU! How else are he and Kief supposed to carry on their secret love affair if he's at Langley? LOL. Michelle can't cook. Love her and all, but if Tony wants a delicious homecooked meal, he can come over to my place. *dusts off the cookbooks*
~ Dear God. Kim is still on this show, too? And a computer whiz? Let me roll my eyes right here and get it over with. Adam's a snot. *smack* Please tell me we're not going to have Kim/Adam bickering for the rest of the season. Because one of them has to die if it continues. I vote for both. Adam's a punk, and Kim's not good enough for Chase (yes, I know this after only 20 minutes of this show and having never seen an actual Chase/Kim scene.) Bleh.
~ The Salazars? Yep. Badass. Just the way I like my villians.
~ Eeek. Jack's hands shake. Shortness of breath. Grunting. Pain. Hurt. Ache. I know the antidote. It involves... me. And... nekkidness. Lots of it.
~ As much as I don't condone PDA at work, I'll give the okay to Chase. But only him (the Kief is a given). *kicks Kim into the Pacific* Only dating three months and they want to tell Jack? Pffft. That shit can hold until the wedding day. Can't they see Jack's having the Mondays?
~ 14 hours, the plague-y thing presents itself. 20 hours, patient is incapacitated. 24 hours, dead dead dead. Who wants to bet Jack's been infected?
~ And here's your weekly PSA. Drugs. Bad. In this case, very very bad. But hey... if it brings Jack Bauer to your door... exactly how bad can it be?
~ Sherry... Sherry... Sherry... Donde esta? Sherry... Sherry.... Oh, and DB? Still the bad. Look at his face. He just looks it. And that was the same thing with Mike last season. Sketchy-o-rama. Can you do that? Appoint your own kid brother to be your chief of staff? That just reeks of no good.
~ Ok, temper temper, Jack. Not nice to pick on the slow girl. Doesn't Chase have work to do? He's always staring at Jack. Not that I mind, ya know. What with the HoYay and all. Heh. Chase confronting Kief? The guy has balls. Methinks Jack really likes... I mean, respects... that deep down. Aw, he even got Jack to apologize to the slow girl. *sniff* Twu, wub, yo. THREESOME! Jack/Chase/Tony in one room. Rowr! In case you didn't know, I'm pimping Jack/Chase. Kim can go find a lion, or bear, or whatever.
~ Kief is pretty.
~ Kief is damn pretty, and his new partner is just as pretty (but pretty in a non-Kief way since no one can be as pretty as the Kief).
~ Dude. TonyStrut across the room. Did you see that ass move when Michelle called him? 'Cuz I did. *thud* And I'm not even an ass girl.
~ Hmm, are all these dead bodies going to affect your soil? Nah. Great fertilizer, dude. That one worker guy who assured him that? Not what he seems. Ah, makes sense now, knowing he's the father of the wife. The wife? Going to turn. Unless she dies. Yep. Calling it right now. Unless I'm so freaking wrong. Then... I'm deleting this entry. Just so you know. And what kind of badass is Hector? Yo, his bitch just walked away from him like she wears the pants in the family. Wassup with that? Smack that ass.
~ Wait... did that teen guy say he was running drugs to earn money for his mom's dialysis? Or did I hear that wrong? Because.... uh, whatever.
~ Yay. Aaron's back. I liked Aaron.
~ DB=sketchy. Got that, Wayne? SKETCH-EEEEE.
~ Palmer's got himself a girlfriend. See Sherry run out and commence bitchfighting. Ok, just wishful thinking. I miss Sherry. I also miss Nina. And I really miss Mason. *sniffles*
~ Chase is such a mother hen. Hee. "All I'm trying to say is that I'm here for you." And of course, the Kiefer responds in his velvety tones. Find a bedroom, guys. Stat. Kief crying!? Now I'm getting all maternal. Damn. Hmmm. Not quite as sexy as Kief with gun, but Kief with needle? Oh yeah. I like my Kief with sharp pointy things.
~ Sweetheart! Kief and Kim at work. Did I say no PDA at work? I take it back. Kief&Kim4Eva&Eva (when I'm not pimping Kief/Chase or Kief/Tony, that is) Yay! Jack doesn't shoot up. It was Kim's sweet voice that brought him to his senses. And because drugs? Bad.
~ The end of the Ford commercial. *SNERT* Whatever.
Next week on '24':
~ Kief looks hot. Tony looks hot. Chase looks hot.
~ DB still sketchy.
~ Kief shows signs of jealousy with regards to Chase/Kim. But which one of the two does he want to smack more? Hmmm. Kief/Chase4Eva&Eva or Kief/Kim4Eva&Eva? Can you really go wrong either way? I think not.
Now for a complaint. Tuesdays suck. I'm on hottie overload. David Sutcliffe, TheKief, Chase, Tony, Elliot..... I can't even give Elliot the proper lusting because I'm still too caught up with TheKief & Co. *sobs* So unfair.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:20 PM ... ||
Hmm. You think lusting after two men on the same day might be a bit of overkill? Oh well. I've got a lot of love to share.
Just watched an Andromeda ep (#403) for Nick Lea. Well, "watched" might be a little too generous. More like squirming, cringing, twitching, wanting to scratch my eyes out while sitting in front of the monitor. WHY, NICK, WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?! God, this show sucks. Like all sorts of bad. Kevin Sorbo needs to go back to Hercules, because this show? Even cheesier than that one. *shudder*
But Nick? Mmmm. (WHY! DAMMIT! *shakes Nick silly, smaps him around* YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS CRAP!)
Yummy Nick, but in a ridiculous costume.
Hot Nick, but this show sucks.
Sexy Nick, but dammit, please choose your projects BETTER!
Ok, I'm feeling a little better. He's looking pretty swoonworthy still, but his agent needs a kick in the ass. *cries* Hell, I'll start writing a Krycek spinoff for him. Hmm. A Krycek/Sark/Sloane spinoff...... *thinking* Because I'm willing to share the love, there's a few more NL pics at the LJ. Sadly, the pics came from the same stupid show.
EEP! One show that's not totally stupid? '24'!! Woohoo!!! KieferNight! HotSexySweatyKieferNight!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:41 AM ... ||
Oy.
It's vacation time. Who's with me? I need to be at least at the planning stage to make me feel better. We don't really have to go anywhere. Yet. *sighness*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:17 AM ... ||
Monday, October 27, 2003
I need to stop thinking and retaining information. Otherwise, BAM! Little bits and pieces pop into my head from out of the blue, confusing me.
Ever know someone for a short time or long time or barely at all, and not think about them for awhile? For all intents and purposes, pretty much forgetting them. And then out of absolutely nowhere, they pop up in your dreams? Something like that happened to me about two years ago when, having not even thought about him and actually forgotten about him for a good three years, my college crush showed up in one of my dreams. Ok, so he was sorta headless in the dream (anyone who knows me knows this is how I dream, lol) but I knew it was him. Granted, it took me about two hours after I woke up to remember his name (senility, bleh). And for a week after, I was all giddy at odd hours of the day (as all really good crushes are able to do to you).
So yeah. I think something like that happened to me last night, because when I woke up this morning, I had all sorts of warm fuzzies - the kind that make you grin stupidly. Only... because I'm older now and I didn't write it down or come up with the name right away or because he was sorta headless too (more... fuzzy on top than actual headlessness) or because my dreams are always convoluted like a 5 hour action movie crammed into 1... I can't exactly remember who was in my dream, only that it was someone I haven't thought about in awhile. *grumble* Yeah, this sucks much, especially since I'm pretty sure I was also sorta maybe kinda blushing a bit when I woke up. And dammit, it would be nice to know which of my past (or possibly current) acquaintances/crushes/friends can do that to me.
I can't think of anything that might have happened the past few days that would cause me to think of anyone in particular. Unless you count all the Sark drool that happened last night. Not that I think Sark made me think of someone else, just that I can't write an entry about warm-fuzzy-blush-inducing dreams and not mention Sark out of principle. Or TheKief, but his show hasn't started yet... unless the eager anticipation of the premiere caused me to project my feelings for TheKief on a safe substitute from the dredges of my memory.... Nah.
And for something less embarrassing for me....
While I was stuck in traffic on the way to the parents' this past weekend (there's something kind of beautiful - in a weird twisted way - about being stuck on the top of a hill and being able to see 5-lanes of bumper to bumper traffic stretching out over 2 excruciating miles. I think that's the engineer in me speaking, and not the weirdo), some jackass in a dark green CR-V kept weaving in and out of the lanes. He ended up in front of me, where I noticed his license plate: Eminem. *snicker* Dumbass.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:14 PM ... ||
Sunday, October 26, 2003
No time to split the snark and thoughts for all the characters so you're getting a scene by scene stream of consciousness.
Alias 3.05: Repercussions
Previously
~ We find out that Sydney can read really tiny lips on a laptop screen while Marshall and (allegedly) Dixon can't even make out her really big (though slightly blurry) face on a huge monitor.
~ Julia makes out with Simon while my TV self-combusts.
~ Weiss gets all worried about his lurver Vaughn.
~ Syd (with her really nasty hair extensions -- is there vermin living in there? *searches*) gives Vaughn a love tap with the pointy end of her knife, and disappoints Pooh with the lack of spurting blood. Bah.
Three Hours Later
~ SpyDaddy So calm, so cool, so wondefully hot in the face of crisis. Mmmmm. Sydney So not calm or cool or whatever. So she had to stab Vaughn. Big fucking deal. Ever watch Speed? Keanu had to shoot Harry during their elevator hostage situation and they were still good friends afterwards. So boohoohoo. And Marshall! Finally, a scene where he's told to do something and he doesn't spend half an hour blathering about crap before actually doing it. Yay! Did I mention I love Jack? Oh, yes, I do.
~ Simon and Javier decide to celebrate the success of their mission, so they go to... Sark. 'Cuz every mission should end in a threesome. Or something. Simon trying to get Sark all liquored up? Excellent. Sark chugging straight out of the bottle? How rude. Surely he needs to be punished and taught some manners, ya know. *gets out chains and whip*
~ Syd needs to work on her lockpicking skills. Too damn slow. But maybe she wasn't planning on getting out of Simon's room before he got back. Maybe the plan all along was to blind him. I know that shower scene did for me. And yes, it's mostly because I'm 5. And how much am I loving Simon now? She's practically naked and he doesn't even seem to care. (Vaughn: Lemme look! Pooh: *kicks Vaughn back in the ditch*) He's either blind already, or he's got taste. Or maybe he was already satiated during the Sark meeting. I demand to see the parts that were edited out! *whistles innocently*
~ See Vaughn dying in ditch. See Weiss run to him, hysterical and panting hard. See Weiss and Vaughn make sweet sweet love. Or maybe not. Instead, see Lauren worry about Vaughn. Damn that Sydney for causing her pain. Vaughn was hypoxic, huh? Hmm. Is it wrong of me to wish for some brain damage? That would make one hell of an angst-ridden storyline, no? Ok, truth time. I like Lauren. I prefer her over Syd. But even I could see the logic behind Syd stabbing vs. Simon shooting Vaughn. Then again, I don't have any feelings for Vaughn, so I can be cold, clinical, and logical that way. Damn overemotional females!
~ Boring Dixon. Blah blah blah. Yadda yadda yadda. Still talking talking talking. Snore snore snore. Oooh! Sark in my Hazmat suit! So that's what happened to it after I used it last season. Dixon again, blah blah blah. Marshall, yadda yadda yadda. And then cut to Jack. Rowr! "When someone's spouse is critically hurt or killed, rational thought takes time." So it took Jack approximately... 20 odd years to think rationally after Irina "killed" herself? (Dammit, I WANT IRINA!) Awwww. Love when Jack's being all daddy-like. "You know you did the right thing." *sniff* Wish the PoohDad would say such things of encouragement and reassurance to me... instead of "yeesh, when the hell are you planning on graduating already???" Heh.
~ Syd: "You don't need to be polite with me. We're both past formalities." Lauren: "Well, good." *smackity smack kick slap slap kick smack punch kick kick kick* Or maybe just a boring ho-hum, "transfer or else" ultimatum instead. Sigh. So I guess this means that somewhere down the line in this ep, something will happen to Lauren or Vaughn and Syd ends up doing something to save them, which causes Lauren to have a change of heart. Blah. And when did this CIA have more than one field office? I thought they could only afford one true field agent. Isn't that why Syd is ALWAYS sent out on EVERY single mission?
~ OH. DEAR. GOD. Jack with the glasses? Rowrrrrrrrrrr! Sorry. Geek love reflex. But um... the accent? Yeah, not so much. Simon: "Sexy." See? Even Simon agrees. Sorta. Jack is damn sexy. Spydaddy yum. Spydaddy hot. Spydaddy drooooool.
~ Ok. Did y'all see Sark come right out of that van shooting? Let's rewind. *thud* Let's rewind again. *swoon* Yay! Lauren's a bit of a demon on wheels, isn't she? Excellent. And poop on Syd for even bothering to ask her if she was field-rated. Give Lauren until tomorrow (or the next ep) when her field certficate arrives in the mail. Hee! Djimon, whatever his name on the show is, elbow-smacking Sloane. Sexy.
~ All righty. That car chase? Kinda turned me on. I got a surge of adrenaline just watching it. And apparently, Lauren seemed to get a kick out of it, too, unless that wasn't her "O" face they kept showing. Hee.
~ Djimon's character -- Spumanti? Bumanti? Jumanji? What the hell is his name anyway? Talks way too much. Hot, though. But quite a talker, that one. He and Dixon could sit down and bore each other to death. Sark looked hot in that scene, leaning against the wall, but here's hoping he didn't just go from Irina's righthand man to Sloane's minion, and now to Djimon's pretty boy. When the hell is he going to go off on his own, dammit. Oh, and Sloane? All roughed up? Mmmmmmmmmm! They all know that even if they tried to cut off Sloane's head (which they so didn't), he would just grow another one, right? 'Cuz Sloane is immortal. And hot. Just in case you were still fighting that little truth or didn't realize it yet.
~ Lauren apologizing to QueenSyd? What.Ever.
~ You know... Vartan's doing his best acting work since The Counteragent. He should always be comatose in a hospital bed. That's just some really good acting shit right there. Someone get this man an Emmy stat. Crap. He woke up. And I can't believe that one scene after Lauren apologizes to Syd, Syd's back trying to steal Lauren's husband. Way to take advantage of his "just got out of a coma, I can't remember if I have a wife" disoriented state, bitch. Okay... now I can't be all pissy about it because Syd's "crying" is totally cracking my shit up. Dude. Stop. You're ruining Vartan's Emmy-winning scene. AW FUCK ME. It was a crappy dream. Cripes. The big metaphor anvil just fell on top of me. Okay, whatever, so Vaughn's still hung up on this stupid notion that he betrayed Syd. Meanwhile, we find out that Vaughn dreams in cheesy dialogue. *confiscates Emmy statue* Ew. Apparently, his reality is filled with cheesy dialogue, too. "Do you remember me?" *rolls eyes* This totally reeked of a DC finale stink - you know, where Dawson dreamed that he and Joey got married. Yeah, totally irrelevant to this, but still... it's in my head now, and therefore, Vaughn needs to DIE.
~ MAGNETS! Yay! Except coming from Marshall, it's just eh. They should have gotten RDA to give that little speech since magnets are SO a Jack O'Neill thing. Hrmph.
~ They found Sloane? LMFAO. Love badass, evil, lying, manipulative Sloane. Of course "they" just let him go. He is so pretty. YES, HE IS! And the look he shared with Lauren? ROWRRRR!!! Oh man. Bwahahahahaha. Sloane wants to be a double agent. Dude. Don't they already know that Sloane's been a quadruple agent for forever? He's sworn me to secrecy as to which organizations he's really working for, so you'll just have to take my word for it.
~ OMG! I just snorted candy corn out my nose. KW! Oh damn. That picture of him? That's some funny shit, yo. More power to him. Meanwhile... *burns all high school photos* Aww, Lauren's still naive enough to be amused by Marshall. She'll learn fast. Real fast.
~ Damn. Sark's cheating on Simon with Javier. And I can't believe he ratted out his first lurver, too. SpyDaddy's not going to be too happy once he gets his hands on (all over) Sark. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part. Or maybe... just maybe... it was all part of the plan. Yep. Because I'm holding on tight to my Jack/Sark alliance spec. Now, shut up and let me live in my own fantasy world.
~ What is up with Simon and hats? Bet his closet is full of them. *bites tongue* Dude. This Jack mission is crap. He's such a cool spy. Give him a cool mission, dammit. I'm going to blame this suckage on the CIA still not trusting him enough to give him a good mission. Maybe if he slept around like Syd. Or with Syd. Nah... who are we kidding? That would be squicky. Jack/Syd is no Kief/Kim. Sometimes, incest truly isn't best. No! NO! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Come on! That is so unfair! Just when I was getting to like Simon and was about ready to stop snickering over his hats! You CAN'T KILL HIM! Damn. *sobs* There goes another interesting character. And another potentially hot ship. Bah humbug. Sark&Simon4eva&eva because death cannot stop true love. It can only delay it for awhile. Hee!
~ BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Marshall and his cowboy hat. Oh man. This isn't funny. It's sad. OH god! It's the Kenny Rogers rap remix. Wtf? Someone shoot me now. No stabbing. No need to even risk surviving, brain dead or not. Shoot. Point blank. Thanks. GAHHH!!! I've got Kenny Rogers stuck in my head!!! *slaps self silly*
~ Hmm. Interesting. Wewwy Wewwy interesting. Djimon and Sark enter the casino, yet it's Djimon who takes out the guard while Sark takes his own sweet time sauntering in. Almost like Djimon was protecting Sark. Guess that's what happens when you're accompanying a prince... and the true head of The Covenant. It's all a ruse, people. Sark pretends to be the minion. No one really knows for sure that he's the true head. Not even the people who are currently "running" the organization. They think he's just some guy funding their operation with $800 million, when in fact, he's been running the whole show from way behind the scenes. Damn. Now Sark ruined my theory by shooting a couple of guards and taking lead. I mean... it still fits perfectly into my spec. Misdirection, baby. Yeah. That's it.
~ Dude. Syd and Marshall under the desk while Sark's sitting there? I know I asked for a threesome, but I really don't think this was supposed to be it.
~ Aww. It's a double date at the hospital. Whoever shot me the first time during the casino scene? Please shoot me again, only this time, use silver bullets. April First? *snicker* Okay, fess up. Which writer really had an April First crush? 'Cuz that's just too ridiculous not to be true. And ooh, ooh, ooh! I wanna see beer spray out of Vaughn's stab wound. That would be cool. Not even going to get into the total inappropriateness of Vaughn drinking beer, because... don't really care too much about his well-being.
~ People really need to stop "forgetting" their coats and purses and shit like that. Nothing good ever comes out of it. Unless you're Joey and you forgot your coat at the dance hall, and you end up running into SadPacey who tells you that he and Jen never slept together, which of course, makes you all happy because secretly, you have a huge crush on Pacey, which will turn into full-fledge twu wub at the end of the series. Sadly, this is Syd and Vaughn and Lauren we're talking about, so whatever. (All right, I was on a DC kick this weekend. *sniff* Damn do I love P/J) The end scene? With the lyrics? And the L/V? Question: If an anvil falls in the middle of a crowd, how many people get squashed? Answer: Everyone. It's a fucking huge anvil. SQUISH!
In conclusion, it wasn't THE worst ep ever, and it wasn't anywhere near the greatest ep ever. It just exists. There were some really kickass moments. Off the top of my head, they would be Sark&Simon4Eva&Eva&Eva, the really hot car chase, anything Sloane, and anything HoYayiffic. But there were also some really craptastic parts. Too many for me to list off the top of my head, but the biggest offenders were Dixon (again), Marshall (again), and that stupid Jack mission. Oh, yeah... and killing off a potential Alias slut: Simon. Simon&Sark4eva&eva unless it's Simon&Julia4Eva&Eva. Hell, I'll even throw in a little Simon&Jack4Eva&Eva. *sniff* Guess Weiss/Vaughn is going to be my main HoYay ship now. *sniffles more*
Next week:
Yay for Allison!
Boo for HockeyVaughn. Dude, don't make a mockery out of my sport. Hrmph
Boo for that... WTF is that thing on top of Syd's head. Worst wig EVER. Makes her look like a... ok, I won't say it... it's way too mean, and I'm all about being nice right now. *snicker*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:22 PM ... ||
A couple of trivial rants:
~ Hate how I barely have time to watch the Alias ep before it runs on TV.
~ Halloween is a bad bad bad time. I am my mother's daughter. She got a big bag of crunchy Snickers just for herself and on the way back from the store, she ripped right into it and started taking what was hers. We had to drag her away from the candy aisles when we were there. Me? I got two bags of Kit Kats and M&Ms for the apartment (thank goodness I won't be here to hand them out), and um... 5 bags for me. Shut up. SHUT UP. No, seriously... quit looking me like that. I have no sweet tooth. I prefer spicy foods and salty foods. I don't even like sugar. I'm merely.... hording candy. Now go away.
~ Martha Stewart SUCKS. Made a quick run to Kmart to get some cheapass curtains. Checked the dimensions, thought one panel was good enough. Got back to the apartment, opened to show the roomie, and... WTF. The actual dimensions of the curtain? Yeah, SO NOT what it said on the packaging. The length is fine, but the width is like a foot short. No wonder it was cheap. So now, we're going to have half a curtain until I can get my ass back there and get another one. They better have another one or else it's going to look awfully funny (or wildly imaginative and creative) to have two different colored curtain panels. Eh. Who cares. It's only for a year.
~ PoohBro can throw a tantrum even the brattiest, most spoiled diva would be in awe of. He decided he wanted a peacoat for the winter. At first he said he wanted navy but Thing 2 convinced him he wanted a charcoal colored coat. Today was spent scouring the mall for one. They were either out of his size (he's like stuck between kids and adult sizes) or the color wasn't dark enough for him. Yeesh. And then we got home and he threw a tantrum because he NEEDED one for Tuesday. Something about a leadership field trip he's going on where he needs to wear a suit, and apparently, he CAN'T wear anything but a wool coat over the suit otherwise it won't "look good." Good lord. My brother has turned into the most vain person ever. So of course he bitched and moaned and threw things until Thing 2 took him to another mall. I don't know how the search went because I left before they could get back. If it went well, he would be unbelievably smug. If it went badly, he'd be intolerable to be around. Brrrrrrr.
~ Argh. This time change is driving me nutso. I keep thinking it's a lot later than it really is. This getting dark really early is going to mess with me and make me even lazier than I already am. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:12 PM ... ||
Saturday, October 25, 2003
"That" week continues.
The PoohDad decided to get a jump on the clock changing. He went through all the main clocks in the house and reset the time already. Dude.
It's driving me nuts.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:12 PM ... ||
Know what gets my panties all in a bunch?
Sketchy people.
Grrr. They're like a constant wedgie up my ass. Because seriously? Only I get to be sketchy. Yeah, it sucks, but live with it.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:47 AM ... ||
Friday, October 24, 2003
Damn, I hate when geeks get all tech giddy and totally cut in on my happy.
Came home this weekend since everyone will be here, and whenever Thing 1 decides to come home, we bring out the confetti and streamers, the good wine and desserts, hire a live band, get all slutted up, buy the good weed.... Stuff like that. It's a celebration. Anyway, she's not the one infringing on my geektoy happy.
It's the PoohDad. He decided last week that he wanted to get a digital camera because 1) my uncle got one and is in love with his, 2) his boss got one recently, 3) Thing 1 had one for a year, and 4) we supposedly don't have a working camera at home anymore, and besides... film is just so damn old school. *rolls eyes* This coming from a man who only recently got a dvd player after months and months of harrassment from his beloved children. So sometime between last week and today.... the PoohDad did some hella research. He's been cutting into my precious online time to show me all his bookmarked links, etc. He already knows which one he wants, he's just waiting for Christmas to get it. The excitement is truly.... overwhelming.
And now I'm bummed because I've been wanting to buy a digital camera since the summer, but in typical Poohcrastination fashion... had yet to decide on which model, and also to actually come to terms with giving up a wad of cash for it. So please excuse me if I'm just a bit peeved. I understand his techgasm since I am his spawn and his geek genes have been passed down and fully incorporated into my biological makeup, but dammit! Way to rub it in my face. Hmm... is it bad that I kinda want to spoil his joy and excitement just a little? Maybe squash his hopes of getting one? 'Cuz I'm totally okay with being petty, even when it comes to the dad.
BTW, for those very few of you who were upset by my lack of online time last weekend, expect more of the same this week. With everyone home, that's twice the number of people fighting for computer time. And after last weekend, I did kinda enjoy actually sleeping. I'll be on and off. Catch ya then.
PS. Since Meloni is far away, I will be sleeping with my copy of EW. Did ya see Jon on the cover? ROWRRRRRR!
|| posted by Pooh at 8:58 PM ... ||
D'OH!
*smacks self*
I got caught up on all my measurements and even got my lab notebook up to date. Then I drop by the boss's desk.
D'oh. D'oh. D'oh.
Apparently, I didn't need to come in today. *smacks self silly*
Oh, but since you're here, do you mind staying this afternoon? Oh, and since you don't mind, could you make this new type of catheter for us and then test it? Oh, and since you can't seal the balloon on the cath, why don't you use some of this silicone that's supposedly "tack-free" in 30 minutes but so far, after an hour (and a half and counting)... there's no sign of it EVER drying? You really don't mind, right? Well, then... GET TO IT.
I blame this on That Week. There's always a That Week, and the sooner mine ends, the more I can get on with my life without wanting to swear at and smack anything that crosses my path. *goes insane*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:04 PM ... ||
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Squee! Meloni on Scrubs is frelling hilarious.
Weee!
LOL!
*bouncy bouncy*
LMAO
And of course, since I have nothing better to do...
Gotta love a man with a hand puppet.
Playing with Mr. Cookiepants. Awwww. Squee!
Look! He's calling Pooh! (shut up)
Hee. So adorable.
And of course, since it's Meloni... the threatening scene. Weeee!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:06 PM ... ||
Okay, so apparently I'm a geek. Go figure.
It's almost 6:30 and I'm still at work. Why? Why dammit!
Oh, right. So I can get as much done, then leave really early tomorrow. Like around lunchtime. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:20 PM ... ||
Boring. Boooooring. Bored. So bored.
I've been sitting in front of the computer for the past two hours, trying to do measurements. Normally I'd zip through these as quickly as possible, but today, I've been trying to stall. Sorta.
Did I mention that it's That Week?
Someone somewhere better be having a good laugh because anything that can go wrong this week... has. And it's not just Pooh and her boss it's happening to. A whole bunch of people at work are all stressed out because somehow somewhere shit hit the cosmic fan and we got splattered.
I had a plan today and there was no way anything would screw with it. Get up, get to work, take a bunch of pics of my tissue samples from last night, go to a half hour meeting with old boss and someone else about stuff we did over the summer, do the tissue experiments for today.
Here's what actually happened:
Roomie woke me up at 7 AM when he decided to come home. Sat in traffic for an extra 20 minutes for no apparent reason. Got to work to find that boss had not fixed the catheter prototype that got messed up last night. Started taking pics and boss came in to do a quick device fix. Turned out our heater coil broke, and there's no way to fix it except to make a new prototype -- not something that can be done in a few minutes, or even a day. Was told to use the old prototype catheter - a catheter that had a crack that needed to be epoxied still. Rushed to my meeting which ran over half an hour (ok, we ended up chatting about my old boss's 2 year old daughter and her dislike of costumes and Halloween. Reminder: decorate and buy candy, even though I probably won't be home that day to hand them out). Got all my tissue prepped and ready, all the laptops and hardware set up. Made good time and was hopeful of not staying too late. Tried the first tongue tissue.
*Heater error* Tried again. *Heater error* Disconnected shit. Tried again. *Heater error* Checked all connections again. Tried again. *Heater error*
Called the boss and we banged our heads against the lab bench for awhile. So the old prototype was broken, too. Oy. As a result, no tissue experiments today. Yay!! I get to catch up on measuring all my old data. And best part is probably no Philly trip tomorrow either since we don't have a catheter (unless someone is going to screw me by telling us to run treatments using the market device and not the prototype). So.... if I don't have any tissue or Philly trip tomorrow, what will I do instead? Hence, the slow-dom of the measurements and analysis right now.
Boring. And no one is updating their LJs at their psycho speeds anymore. Great. The one day I need everyone to keep posting crap for me to read is the day everyone becomes reticent.
Hmm. If I hurry up here maybe I can go home early. Way early.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:09 PM ... ||
Hot time in Poohtown tonight.
Chris Meloni guesting on Scrubs. You bet yer ass I'm watching. This will definitely make up for the annoyance of missing out on uninterrupted Elliot lusting time by that sucky new ADA on SVU. Hrmph.
And I hear Meloni brings the funny oh so well. Weeee!
Now, if I could just breeze through these dumb experiments. Ha!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:37 AM ... ||
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Ugh Ugh Ugh!
I started the day with a traffic issue, so I guess I had to end it with one, too.
There was a car accident right outside my work. Apparently, two minivans decided to smash into each other. Three lanes became one. At 7 PM, one doesn't expect any traffic in that area. It took me three light changes to finally turn out of the company drive and onto the main road. Then, because of some jackass in a SUV who didn't know how to merge (you know, I'm very shocked at the number of people who don't know how to do this), it took me another ten minutes to go from the left lane all the way to the single right lane.
Argh.
I made up time on the highway, though. You knew I would. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 7:32 PM ... ||
It's been one of those days. Actually, pretty much one of those weeks.
*kicks Murphy's ass... HARD*
Got my tissue late today. On the plus side, I only had to run 3 tests at higher temps and shorter times. See: HappyPooh thinking she'll get out early today. Except...
Got asked to throw in some thermocouple readings, too, while I was at it, which meant I needed TWO laptops to run software. Sadly, I only had one, and the 3 other laptops in the lab disappeared. Got the boss's laptop to use. Except, for some strange vindictive reason, the hardware/software interface refused to work. Spent a good hour on it. Finally got it to work. But then... I only had 1/2 microchips I needed for my test controller. Boss had to burn the second chip for me. Except, none of the ones he burned would work -- bad chips until we finally hit paydirt about 5 chips in. By the time I actually started doing the experiments, it was already 4:30. Did 2 tongues, and boss said I could just go home unless I wanted to do the 3rd. HA! He was helping with the 2nd tongue, so while we were there, he impulsively suggested we just finish the 3rd tongue. Grumble. LUCKILY (and the only time I had any luck today), the catheter gave off some weird funky burning smell and one of the heater coils was unravelling. So....
We just gave up. Now I'm waiting for the damn stain to set on the tissue samples. And tomorrow? I get to do it all over again. Woooooo-fucking-hooo.
To top it off... or actually, what got today started...
I crossed stuntwoman, racecar driving, and stuntcar driving off my list of possible future careers. On the drive in to work I ran into 2 of my biggest driving peeves. Okay, to be fair, when do I ever NOT run into any of my driving peeves? First was out-of-state drivers who make it so blatantly obvious that they don't know how to drive in your state. The targets of Pooh's ire? A California car and a Masshole car. One driving right behind the other, about 2 cars in front of me. Second, extra twitchy drivers. You know what I'm talking about. Drivers who incessantly break for no reason or at the smallest sign of anything. It's worse when twitchy drivers are out of state drivers.
Picture this: Sicily 195... Yikes! Sorry, had a Golden Girls moment there. SHUT UP, it was on some channel really late at night and sometimes TV background noise seeps into Pooh's brain. So SHUT UP. Anyway... I'm in the left lane, the fast lane, the move-yer-ass-outta-my-way lane, the "speed limit? what fucking speed limit?" lane. We just got past an area of slowness so everyone's breaking out the gas pedals. Nothing but a good pace up ahead with no apparent blockages.
Then.
California car decides to tap its brakes. No reason. No fucking reason at all. The car in front of it was about a car's length away and wasn't slowing down. Just a tap. One tiny little tap. We were going around a slight curve so I could see ahead. Masshole car was a good two cars distance from California car. What does Masshole do once the Cali car taps the brakes? SLAMS on its brakes.
Dude. I'm talking coming to as close to a complete stop as possible without actually stopping. So you know what happened because of that. All the cars going at a good 65 mph clip behind those cars? Ripple effect.
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCHHH*
Thank god there was no car beside me because I had to do a tiny little swerving action bit to help slow the car down. The car in front of me (the one separating the Pissed off Pooh from the fucking Masshole car) actually had to pull halfway into the next lane to avoid a collision. Because we were right behind those fucking stupid tards, we got the worst brunt of the incident. Thank God no one got hurt, although the sound of the car behind me screeching to a halt was pretty scary. Not to mention the joy of having to slam on my brakes, too. I'm pretty sure I burned off 2 or 3 layers of my tires from that little maneuver, and left big fat tread marks all over the left lane.
Grrrr. At 7:30 AM? That is so not the way to get your adrenaline fix.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:34 PM ... ||
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Ugh. MeloniLust was curtailed by introduction of evil new bitch, aka the NotCabot.
Irritated hate twitchies about tonight's SVU can be found here.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:46 PM ... ||
Dude. GI Joe. Oh man. Some of my first cartoon ships came from that cartoon.
I mean... um.... Oooh, Meloni's almost on! Yeah. That's what I meant.
And for Onesy: Sam is not gay!
*nods wisely*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:49 PM ... ||
Hee!
I love The Patcher! Can David Sutcliffe get any cuter? I think not. Cute and brainy. *swoon* Steve Dog and the sister cmsu together. And dude. DeputyDoug was in this ep!
I also love the 80s... strikes back. Weee! Brings back so many memories. And makes me feel incredibly old. Sigh.
Waiting for Elliot now... *whistles innocently*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:19 PM ... ||
Monday, October 20, 2003
Okay, I'm finished eating now so I can say this:
We forgot our digital camera so we had to borrow one from the hospital. The closest one was in the autopsy room. Lucky me, I got to go get it the first time we used it. And as soon as I stepped into that room, I had to step right back out.
Dude.
Dude.
Dude.
It looked like a plastic dummy model. With its chest cranked open. It seriously looked fake, and I think it was because of the very obvious lack of blood anywhere. And that's all I'm going to say about it because I just finished eating. Luckily, every other time afterwards, whenever we needed the camera again, the boss went to fetch it. Phew. Although, I didn't like it so much when he told me he saw a cadaver, too, only this one much smaller. Much much much smaller.
:-(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:26 PM ... ||
soooooooo exhausted
Went from home to work to Philly to work to apartment. Left at 7:30 AM and finally touched down at 9:30 PM. Dude.
Stupid doctor canceled our first case which meant we had about two hours to spare at the hospital. Had hospital cafeteria food. Blehhhh. Second case got pushed back two hours, which meant we didn't get our tissue until 3:30 PM (and we need about 3 hours for our tests). That meant I got to read about 150 pages of my book. Then got kinda bored of that so I found where they hid minesweeper on one of our work laptops and played that for a few games before switching to free cell. Then got bored of that, and the boss came back from talking to doctors. So I found pinball on the other laptop, and we played three games against each other. Heh. Me likes the boss. He's like an older brother, and he gave the okay for me to punch in overtime hours today since we didn't get back to the office until 8:30 PM. He was going to treat me to a fancy dinner on the work credit card since we had to stay in Philly so long, but since I was itching to get home we decided to do it next week. Maybe. (Hey! I haven't seen the apartment for a weekend, and... um... Monday is... *checks schedule*... okay. I am NOT married to my TV. Am not. Really. Besides, he knows my TV week schedule - we discussed this on our last Monday Philly trip. Heh.)
He was also pretty cool and offered to let me use the guest bedroom/bathroom if the apartment was still without heat or hot water. Well, I have hot water now and it's not freezing so I'm guessing we have heat, too. Might have been nice to go over since I could play with their new baby (ok, I'm in some funky maternal baby mood, so SHUT UP) and his wife sounds hella cool. But let's face it... even if I got back here and it was subzero temperatures, my lazy ass would not leave this seat.
'A Missing Link' thoughts
At least I think that's what the ep was called. Honestly? The PoohBro and I kept running back and forth between the TV and the fridge that I was only half paying attention. And he kept asking me a hell of a lot of questions, especially during the Sloane/Lauren scenes that I spent more time trying to plug the holes in his Alias database than actually watching it. But...
~Sloane? Hot.
~Jack? Hot.
~Dixon? FUCKING BORING. Look, it's nice that they want to give CL something to do, but this ain't it. I'd rather have his character killed off in a horrifying traumatic bloody gruesome death than subjecting myself to more of this YAWNNESS. Never thought I'd say this, but Dixon? Shut the fuck up!
~Oh yeah. Sloane and Jack? Hot hot hot.
~Vaughn? Eh. Although the part where he let Simon put the gun to his head and then let Syd stab him without squealing or whining? I liked that.
~Vaughn/Lauren? Awwww. I still like them together, but let's leave the PDA to the bedroom. They can have lots and lots and lots of affection there, because the more there, the less possible S/V I'll have to deal with.
~Lauren/Sloane? Huh? I missed like everything except the part where he says her dad kept her from being field-rated. Ha! Like she's not going to go through the totally ridiculous accelerated field-rating course. Duh.
~Sark? I totally blinked and missed him. Okay, I did see like a nanosecond of him. He was talking to Simon but I didn't catch a word he said except to see that he glanced over at Syd and is taller than JT. Oh... and he was fucking HOT.
~Sydney? She was pretty cool except for the part where she quacked like a duck. I mean, strutted like a horse. No, I mean... stripped to her undies and managed to miraculously avoid death from... what the hell floor did she jump from anyway? Even the PoohBro was skeptical that there would be enough pool for her to pull out of that one. Hmm... *takes out calculator and physics book or... looks questioningly at Onesy*
~Simon? Yay! But dude, I can't get the hoyay out of my head. I think it has more to do with JT than with Simon. *whistles innocently at One* Although, I kinda found it hard to take him too seriously. I think it was his damn beret. Seriously, dude... BERET!
~Sydney/Simon? Hot. Well... hotter than S/V, at least. I'm sorry... it's that damn beret again. I can't get it out of my head, which means I can't stop snickering. So um... Maybe next week it'll be better.
~But definitely not as hot as Weiss/Vaughn. They are too adorable together. I am totally shipping them.
~ Oh, and Marshall, Carrie, etc... didn't bug me as much as they usually do only because I really wasn't paying attention and don't remember anything about them. Woohoo!
Now back to dinner. At 10 PM. Ugh.
Oooh! Jay Mohr on CSI: Miami. Pooh hearts Jay Mohr. He doesn't wearn no stinkin' beret, yo. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:07 PM ... ||
Sunday, October 19, 2003
2 hours. Still only 15%. *angrily kicks the BT* One of these days, I'm going to learn how to use mirc.
Know what I forgot to do this weekend? See John.
He was all hot and doing all his sexy things this weekend, and I didn't even attempt to go watch him. I suck. Bleh. Forgive me, sweetie? lol
|| posted by Pooh at 7:36 PM ... ||
FYI
I took a mental health weekend. That meant only going online in short bursts, and not always signing on with any chat clients. I fully blame each and every one of you for IM'ing me and then keeping me up until all hours. Hrmph. :P
It was actually very liberating. Shocking, I know.
What did I do instead? Did not get the Oz dvds. Did not get any other dvd with Meloni in them. Did get the 2 Fast 2 Furious dvd and the Bend it Like Beckham dvd. Watched the first with the PoohBro. Have yet to watch the second and probably won't this weekend. Got a bunch of cds, but have yet to listen to any of them. Will most likely end up rewatching 2F2F later tonight with the PoohDad since he sorta got bored of watching the SVU marathon with me last night. Hee.
Wait... What was that? Watching a movie with the PoohDad tonight????
Yep. Right as we were finishing our early dinner (gotta feed the Pooh before she goes back to the apartment, ya know), the Roomie calls to say that he knows this is usually the time I go drive back and that before I did, there were a few things I had to be apprised of. First, we don't have heat. Second, no heat means no hot water. Third, we haven't had heat or hot water since Friday, after I left. Fourth, the StupidLandlady said they were working on it but we should manage to get warm water at least. Fifth, it's fucking freezing in the apartment. Sixth, we won't get it fixed until after Monday.
Oy.
Immediately after I hung up, the thoughts through my head went something like this: First, I'm going to have to shower before I drive back. Second, I have a Philly trip tomorrow. Third, maybe I should take up PoohDad's suggestion that I just stay the extra night and leave for Philly from here in the morning. Fourth, Pooh hasn't been feeling entirely 100% chipper this weekend so heat would be nice. Fifth, dumbass Roomie could have called earlier and then we wouldn't have needed to eat such an early dinner. Sixth, because of that, and because the PoohMom was over at the PoohAunt's house for the weekend, Pooh's going to have to whip something up later when the butthead PoohBro complains of hunger in a few hours - all because of me. Bleh. Seventh, I was going to wait until I got back to the apartment to download the Alias ep.
Yes, you heard me. It's 5 PM now and I still haven't downloaded the Alias ep. Nor do I have my Alias tape with me. So now I must find another tape and record the ep out of order, and wait for the PoohBro to finish playing MaxPayne2 for the second damn time before he'll download the ep for me. But, since Sark is supposedly only in it for a few seconds, I'm not in too much of a hurry. However, this new messed up schedule will mean delayed thoughts on the ep (so Onesy can snark before I steal all the good stuff, heh), or because y'all know how incredibly lazy I am, perhaps nothing at all.
Anyway... I'm off to relax a bit more before starting another hectic week.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:01 PM ... ||
Friday, October 17, 2003
Feel free to walk all over me
So those 2-3 hours I graciously gave up for work this morning? Ended up being 4 1/2 hours. Still not finished with my data, but I was busting ass to get as much done as quickly as possible. The boss told me to call him at his desk before I left, and when I did, he had the nerve to subtly suggest that I might to do some more work. HA! Word of advice: always get yourself packed up and ready to go before letting them know you're out of there otherwise they try to catch you and get you to stay "just a little longer." 'Cuz two seconds after I hung up? I was already in the parking lot.
I'm not even going to discuss what happened to me while I was at work. Let's just say, I was only semi-prepared, even though I had a feeling it would happen. And let's just say it's nice to work for a J&J company since they make practically everything under the sun, and therefore are generous enough to provide a free unlimited supply of certain... items.
Dude. I have no secrets. Well...
Thing 1 asked me to go home this weekend because she ordered some stuff online and wanted me to check them for her. Also, she wants the PoohDad to meet her for breakfast in the city tomorrow (so he can help her stock up her fridge and buy her food we can't order in Chinatown even if our lives depended on it - dude, 5 wasted years in language school, lmao). Since PoohBro has his PSATs tomorrow, someone has to drive and pick him up. An aside: Good God! He's taking his PSATs! How the frell old am I anyway? Last time I checked, the boy was 10. It probably also doesn't help that he brought home a Harvard brochure. Dude, way to rub it in my face. *kicks NU* LOL.
I was on my MeloniDVD search today, aka Operation: Get Slutty. Came thisclose to getting the Oz DVDs at WorstBuy. But..... Meggers (who was "yes yes yes'ing!" this decision, and of course she would since she has WONDERFUL taste in shows - yeah, still kicking myself over Band of Brothers - and has been trying to get me to watch this for forever) informed me that Meloni doesn't actually appear until Season 2. TWO! I could rationalize getting ripped off for the S1 dvds if he were in them, but since he's not... and I need to watch S1 before S2 (Meg has decreed this so), I figure I might as well just not let myself get ripped off and order them online. *Sigh* Well... actually... ordering online is preferable now since the dvds come with these HUGE YELLOW WARNING stickers ("watch out! Perv alert!") citing graphic violence, etc, etc, blah blah, mature audiences, yadda yadda.... and yeah... Little Ol' Prude Me got a bit embarrassed at the thought of bringing it to the cashier. Can't have anyone thinking the Pooh is all into the violence, guts, ickiness, and blatant HoYay. *cough*
The slutty will have to wait, it seems. Plus, it'll give me some time to finally get my own dvd player. Kinda hard to watch Oz using the parents' dvd player, ya know.... Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:06 PM ... ||
Thursday, October 16, 2003
*gives a finger... guess which one*
Work Rant:
Didn't get out until 7 PM again. @#$$%^$@#@$%^^ And then, right before I left, got a call from boss. Told me that our boss, the new guy, is in a hurry to get all our data. Since I'm the only one doing all the testing and data stuff, and I only work three days/week, one of which is spent in Philly, and the other two days are spent doing tissue experiments... you can pretty much figure out what day gets spent doing measurements and analysis. Yeah... NONE. Who's fucking bright idea was it for me to do experiments 2/3 days? Yep. New guy. Bastard. Just because he wants something faster, doesn't mean it's going to happen unless more hours get added to a day or I grow two more arms and maybe clone myself. (Ooooh, Evil!Pooh. Or wait... would that be Good!Pooh? Hmmm.) And HELL NO am I going to stay any later than 6 PM, when necessary. I'm already working enough hours to be full-time with overtime, all crammed into 3 measly days. There is no way I'm going to keep my ass there just to do measurements when I've been on my feet the entire day already. Also, now that it's getting darker earlier, I don't like to stay too late. I'm pretty much blind as it is, so night driving? Yeah... it's an Adventure.
So the boss asked me if I could come in tomorrow. You know, the day I was supposed to go to lab, but really just sleep in and maybe head over there. Not wanting to sabotage my chances of getting a job there (although the gossip around the work lab is that even more layoffs are looming ahead. soon. veryverysoon) and appearing lazy, I agreed to 2-3 hours tomorrow morning. It'll put a dent in the measurements, but not nearly enough since analysis takes an entire day, too. Oh, and let's not forget that they want me to come in an extra day for a few weeks -- to do THREE DAYS of experiments. Exactly when does the BastardNewGuy think I'll get around to doing the analysis for 3 days of tests when I don't even have time to do it now? Punkass. Just for a minute, I wish I were still full-time (with a degree, of course) because I don't think I've had this much work when I was working 40 hours/week. Bleehhhh.
Traffic Rant:
Look. It's a one lane road. If it's empty up ahead, and you're not planning on driving the speed limit, why do you insist on being lead car? Just pull your tardass over to the side and let everyone else pass first. Sheesh.
Look again. It's called "coasting." C-O-A-S-T-I-N-G. Just because the car a good quarter mile ahead of you (with no cars inbetween) taps their brakes doesn't mean you need to slam on yours. There is no friggin' way you're going to run into them. Especially at 45 mph. Yeesh. Learn how to become one with your fucking car already, and leave those poor brakes (and my nerves) alone.
Phone Rant:
Because my cell is my primary phone, I'm rather frugal with my minutes. I'm a cheap bitch, okay? I don't have a gazillion anytime minutes to waste on trivial phone calls. Especially from people I don't know. During one of my breaks today, my cell's beeping and I see that I've missed 7 phone calls. SEVEN!! 5 of those were from the same number -- a number I have never seen before (where the heck does a 919 number come from anyway??). Of course, I'm not going to call a number I've never seen before in my life (if it's important, they'll call back). And of course, there was no voicemail message. Which brings me to this:
1. Leave a message. Hey, I hate leaving messages. I suck at it. I sound like a tard. And yet, even though you're having a major tard moment, messages still help and are less annoying (than finding someone called you 5 times). If you're going to call 5 times, wouldn't it just make more sense to just leave a message? If you accidentally dialed the wrong number, you'll most likely hang up before the voicemail kicks in and not call back, right? Although, I've had people call my number and leave messages for weird people, even though my prompt is pretty clear that you're reaching Pooh and only Pooh. Unless....
2. You are a fucking idiot. You dial the wrong number, realize it, and immediately hang up, then dial the correct number. Or you dial the wrong number without realizing it, get the voicemail, figure it out, hang up without leaving a message, then dial the correct number. Or... can dial the wrong number 5 times (with or without waiting long enough to get the voicemail)... although I'm going to share a secret -- no matter how many times you dial the same wrong number, insisting it's the right number... it's not going to be magically correct on the 5th or even 6th time. It's just not. If it did, then that would be mysterical, and we all know what that means. Unless someone purposely gave you the wrong number, in which case...
3. I invite you to dial 212-479-7990 instead.
4. Or... one of you lovely people tried to get in touch with me. In that case, I can't help that you're a tard - a lurvely tard. LOL. :P
Cable/boyfriend rant:
I'm getting the same exact cable package as my parents, and yet, I don't get about 5 of the channels they get. Included in that would be FSNY. But if I go down the road to Thing 2's dorm room, I'd get it. Grrrrr. I WANT MY DAMN HOCKEY GAME!!!!! Have to listen to it on the radio instead, and all I hear is "Nieder this" and "Nieder that" and Pooh is VERY UNHAPPY because dammit, she wants to see her boyfriend!!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 8:42 PM ... ||
Mooooooo!
Beef tongue testing, Day eleventy billion supercalifragilistic seventy three point two.
Tongues. More tongues. Even more tongues. Feet hurt from standing up all day yesterday while doing tongues. Head hurt from skipping lunch. And still stayed until 7. Hand still cramped.
Today. Snuck a PB sandwich into the lab, am snacking a little bit every hour or so to keep glucose levels up and prevent debilitating headache. Everything else... expect much the same. So tired and achy, cannot write or think in complete sentences. Fragments good.
Bonus! Was asked to come in an extra day for a few weeks to do EVEN MORE tongues! Will accommodate thesis research by allowing me to work on it here, if logistically able. Bad. Very bad as that would actually require thesis work. And Pooh doing it. Anyway, not logistically possible. Phew.
Pooh&CowTongues4Eva&Eva&Eva&Eva.....
|| posted by Pooh at 11:58 AM ... ||
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
*snert*
Thing 2 im'ed to tell me to dial 212-479-7990.
If you've got a few minutes to waste, try it. LMAO. The menu works, just in case you were wondering. It's a machine, so you don't have to worry about "real people" laughing at you or wondering wtf is wrong with you. Heh. :P
Hmm.... maybe Sydney should call that number....
|| posted by Pooh at 11:10 PM ... ||
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
It's probably not good to scare yourself, right?
Went to pick up some more apartment supplies. One of my new lamps doesn't work, dammit! Now I have to find a way to stuff it back into the box (had to mess up the inside packaging because I have never seen THAT much tape used before. ever.) and return it. Bleh. Did a walk through of the store. Came thisclose to purchasing all my Halloween candy. Now that I'm at the apartment, there's kids all over the place, and sadly, I buy the good stuff because leftovers are mine. All mine! Okay, I lie. I buy the crappy stuff for the kids and get the good stuff "for the kids." Heh. Shut up. Luckily, I passed. I never buy candy until the week of, hoping the prices go down. 5 bucks for a bag of candy? Hello... no. But it got really scary when I walked by all th Halloween decoration stuff. Glow-in-the-dark clingy window decorations! Big plastic pumpkins that light up! Furry spiders! Goblins and witches and all sorts of scary things to frighten the kids with!
Dude. I was scared. Never in my life have I ever felt that huge friggin' itch to decorate, decorate, decorate. Especially for such a little holiday like Halloween. Hell, when my college best friend and I were living in an apartment senior year, we put up this huge paper witch on our window and forgot about it until... spring. LOL. Managed to resist the temptation, but it's still early. I've got two more weeks, right? Heh.
Elliot! Elliot! Elliot! (Okay, this isn't related to the scaring myself thing... I don't think)
SVU thoughts are here. Didn't see THAT ending coming at all. Mostly because everyone was all sad and stuff, and Elliot would NEVER ever lie to me about something that serious. But he did! Dammit, he did! Okay, granted, he didn't do it purposely, and... was anyone else turned on by SadWeepyElliot? *raises hand* I liked seeing Skinner again, but sadly, no headbutting with Elliot. That would have been hot. I also liked Donovan and the so obvious UST between him and Alex. But... we all know what happens to most of my faux ships. Blehhhh.
Dear NBC,
I still hate you. You took away Tooms, McNorris, and The Donnie, but felt like throwing me a bone and gave me Skinner and Elliot instead. Cheapass manipulative tactics to keep me watching your sucky-ass network. Dammit. But you sabotaged the renewal of PoohLoveForNBC (yeah, one ep of Meloni can bring back the love, 'cuz I'm easy) by killing my Cabot/Donovan ship in its infancy. I hate you with the passion of a thousand fiery suns and... oooh.... next week... Elliot still looks HOT... Damn you, NBC, damn you!
Love, Pooh
|| posted by Pooh at 11:45 PM ... ||
Sunday, October 12, 2003
Alias 3.03: Reunion
Previously:
~ Syd kills DaddySark
~ Syd refuses to answer Sloane's question of "Who's your daddy?" while taking him on top of his desk. Mmmm. It's all about the kinks, and they're both gagging for it. Heh. :P
~ Syd gets re-JECTED and smapped by Vaughn.
~ Lauren, aka Mrs. Vaughn, makes a great entrace (not as great as McNorris in the Boomtown S2 premiere, mind you, but pretty damn good).
Oh, and... Vaughn's rightfully moved on with his life, and most importantly... HE DOESN'T REGRET MOVING ON WITH HIS LIFE. Now, everyone dance!
And now:
First: Mexico. WTF?
~ Dixon: All serious and crap. Blah. I want Kendall. I want Kendall. I want Kendall. I want Kendall. Dixon was way more interesting out in the field. Now he's just... meh. MEH, dammit! I want Kendall. I want Kendall. I want Kendall. I haven't had the itch to fast forward through any character's scenes THISMUCH since season 2 S/V crap. If anyone at the CIA was in dire need of a demotion, it would be Dixon. AND I'd even give it to him before I gave one to SuddenlyGeniusVaughn. That is how much I am disliking Dixon's new position.
~ Marshall: LMFAO. Marshall's got the hots for Justin Timberlake. Bwahahaha. I bet M/JT would have more chemistry than S/V. You know... for once... just once... I'd like someone to say something to Marshall and not have him ramble for half an hour. Get to the damn point already. Like this. Jack: You can do better. Marshall: Yes. See? SEE??? *kicks Marshall* And I'm not even going to say anything mean about possible reasons why Carrie won't marry him. *whistles sweetly* Now tell me that look Jack gave Marshall just before he left him to work on the video wasn't just a little bit hoyay-ific.
~ Oransky and Bad Guys: Dumb fucking asses. They've got Syd in the middle of the market. She's given them her gun. Sark said to take care of her. They've got at least two guns trained on her. And now the head Dumbfuck is asking her to give him her surveillance equipment. ASKING? Shoot the damn broad and then take it from her. Good gawd! When did BadGuys start getting all polite and requesting things. Don't they watch TV? Because that scene was typical Spy TV. Tards.
~ Weiss: "The elephant in the room..." Dude, Weiss. So not nice to call Syd that. "Syd we're here for surveillance only. Nothing tricky." Ha! That's like telling Al Bundy not to stick his hand down his pants (oh, sorry... there's reruns on TV right now... lol) Why does Weiss even try to give Syd any orders? Why does he even bother thinking she listens to anyone beside her own bloated ego? EEP. Weiss can cook. WEISS CAN COOK! Weiss, GRRRR! Why do you always walk right into Syd's self-pitying "I lost Vaughn and I can't get over it" boohoo'ing? Step away, dude. Just step away. And yet, still more chemistry between him and Syd than S/V ever had.
~ Sloane: R-O-W-R-! A morally ethical Sloane cracks my shit up, yo, just because it's so damn obvious that he's pulling their leg and amused by it. "I've missed you, Sydney." Wow. Sloane trying to seduce both Jack and Syd. Man's got balls. EEEE! That knowing smirk at the end of his scene? Dude. Sloane is so my evil lurver.
~ Jack: Hee. Jack's a gossip hound. Okay, not so much. I really like Jack as protective daddy, but please Jack... just let them cut open Syd's head to get at her memories. It really isn't that big a deal. Now, I'd have an issue if someone tried to cut open Marshall's head since he's actually valuable, tech-wise, but Syd? Pffffft. Crank open that cranium, baby. Bitca really doesn't deserve all the badass protection SpyDaddy's been doing for her.
~ Vaughn I never thought I'd ever say this, but as much a tard as he is, I liked him bunches more than Syd in this ep. He still can't hold a candle to Weiss though. And he gets props for shutting up Syd, and for disagreeing with her about capturing Sark. LMAO. Her reaction? Oh, man. Classic. *smap!* To Lauren: "Just remember that I love you." Rowr! Vaugh&Lauren4Eva!
~ Lauren: Hottie alert! "Sydney Bristow is self-righteous and arrogant." Say it again, Mrs. HotStuff. "Sydney Bristow is self-righteous and arrogant." Got anything else for us? "Was she any nicer two years ago, because she is the most condescending person I have ever met." Hate to break it to you, Lauren, but the answer is... NO. How about one more perceptive observation? "She's the one with the problem." Damn straight. "I'm not going to apologize because I remember the last 24 months or because I'm married to the man that I love." Preach it, Sista! "No, I'm reacting intelligently, as I expected Sydney to." Bwahahahaha. Ok. *snert* Sorry. That's a flaw I'll let Lauren have -- giving Syd way too much credit. "Intelligently"? LMAO. WTF is that? "She's been gone two years. You'd think she'd listen to someone instead of just talking all over them." Yeah, come to think of it, that's pretty fucking rude. I KNOW Jack did a better job raising Syd than THAT (another reason why I'm very anxious to believe that Syd really isn't Jack's kid. His gene pool has got to produce a less losery kid, no?) "She's horrible." What? I didn't quite catch that. "She's horrible." I'm sorry, I still couldn't hear that. I thought you said something else. "Sydney Bristow is self-righteous and arrogant." Yeah, that's what I thought you said. "She's horrible." Hell yes.
*takes time out to jump and feel up JJ and Alias writing staff*
*moo moo eyes*
*feeds each one of them ice cream*
After all the shit Syd's put her through... Lauren still wants to make friends with Syd? Why. WHY!
~ The Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn: Lauren fixing his bowtie... Vaughn reminiscing... their tender and romantic moment... and then that bitca Syd comes waltzing in. *smap* I love how that kiss between the Vaughns was just so full of CHEMISTRY! It was a total aww moment. You know, unlike when two other people on this show kissed (and no, I'm not talking about Jack and Irina or Sark and Allison or Weiss and Vaughn - oh, they never kissed, you say? you've obviously missed the deleted scenes...)
~ The "SVR": Hey, what do you know... I didn't get anything from the elevator scene. No nausea. No eye rolling. No giggle. No snark. NO pissed off ranting. Nothing even close to titillating. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippity doo dah. Maybe because there was NO TENSION (sexual or otherwise) in that scene. Nothing. They could have been two little kids sharing a wading pool. Big friggin' whoop. And shame on the writers for using really cheap-ass manipulative tactics to screw with the minds of those shipper fanatics. I would like to point out that Syd totally peeked, because she's Syd and obviously thinks she has the right to, and Vaughn, like a GOOD HUSBAND, didn't. *smaps Syd* The uniforms? LMAO. Aw, look! Vaughn in his little hat! He looks ridiculous. Even moreso than Sark's gendarme cap from last season.
~ Syd: Will and Syd drinking together? Laughing, joking, drinking, FLIRTING together... I still stand by S/W having WAY MORE chemistry than she ever had with Vaughn. Okay, now I hate her because she's a bitch to Lauren. Hey, Syd... here's a ladder. Either come down from your fucking pedestal or GET OVER YOURSELF. Bwah. haha. hahahahahahaha. When Syd gets all pissed and self-righteous and just egotistically bitchy... her whole face throbs. Not just a vein in her neck or on her forehead. Her whole fucking head. She does the angry, pissed off yelling as well as Vaugh does the crying, which is to say they both suck at it. Now if she'd only SHUTTHEFUCKUP. I like when Syd's wrong and someone calls her on it, because then there's the sweet sound of... silence. Not every ep where she's quiet for more than a few seconds. "I don't want to be the voice of dissent every time I walk into this room..." So shut up already. "You have regular meetings with [Sloane]?" Is it me, or was that jealousy rearing its ugly head? Syd and Lauren fighting over Sloane - the way it should be. Ew. Syd flirting with Vaugh through eye contact. That's just dirty. That long lingering gaze she gave him at the party? You know the one where she had that weirdass freaky smile? If she were a man, I'd totally be calling the cops right about now (and not just because in my non-reality I'm hoping for Stabler to come take a statement, either). He's married, for god's sake. Btw, when did Syd get boobs?
~ The KillerSyd video: Dude. Seriously. When Marshall had that picture of "that woman" on his monitor... Even I could totally tell it was Syd, and I'm watching it with zoom player in a squished 4"x4" inch window. And yet, Dixon's face is all scrunched in deep concentration, and Marshall's happily chomping on his gummy bears, and neither one sees it! I'm not saying it because I already knew it was her. I'm saying it because that wig did absolutely nothing to change her appearance, and the resolution of their screen really wasn't that bad. She could have been wearing shades, and you'd still be able to tell it was her. But I guess all spies have really bad eyesight. This probably also explains why everyone has to type in 60 pt font on their computers (ie, Sark on the plane to Taipei with Will). *big freaking eyeroll*
~ Sark: Okay, here's the thing... Syd in her getup? Even with the hat and the sunglasses? Still looks like Syd. Dude, braids and pigtails don't change your appearance that much. She's got the same exact walk. The same exact body language. The lighting could be ass poor and her silhouette would still be familiar to anyone who's spent any amount of time with her. She makes an AWFUL undercover agent. Therefore, I'd like to think that behind those sunglasses, Sark totally knew it was her. So... Sark sits down, has a bit of a looksie at some pictures, keeps the pictures blatantly out in the open, lingers to have a bit of (loud) chit chat "By the way, I like the name... Medusa."
Captain Subtext has a different version of that scene. It goes a little something like this:
Sark gets pictures. Sark holds up pictures so everyone in the damn restaurant (and their mothers at home) can see them. Sark puts the photos on the table so those who didn't get to see them the first time, can now see them. Sark sits back and chats, "By the way, I think I'll just sit here, let Syd take some pictures of our top secret photos, and overhear as much as possible. Oh yeah, I also like the name of this thing. Medusa. MEDUSA. Did y'all get that? Medusa. M-e-d-u-s-a. Shall I spell it again? M-E-D-U--- Then I'll try to get this dumbfuck sitting across from me to look at the terribly obvious woman behind me and catch her spying on us. Then I'll act like I'm angry and order him to take care of her, knowing full well she'll get away since she's technically the "star" of this show and always gets away no matter how much she sucks as a spy. But I'll have covered my ass and everyone will think that I'm working against Syd when I'm really secretly filtering her all my info."
Got it? Why else would he say that he was wondering when she would show up to get Medusa? Or that he was looking for her at the party? Because he secretly manipulated her into doing all those things. Why? He likes a challenge? He just wants to see her again? He wants her to destroy all the devices he can't since he's supposed to be working for the "other side"? My sexy manipulative badass set her up to destroy Medusa, and she doesn't even realize it. If he didn't plan it that way, do you think he would have left one guard in the elevator leading down to the Medusa core? Or that the guard would have just stood there quietly and let Syd and Vaughn onto the elevator? Guard totally gave Syd a look. He knew. He KNEW, dammit.
Syd remembered hearing about Medusa. See? All part of the plan. Sark knew this. Sark said the name out loud knowing full well she could hear him. He purposely jogged her memory. And all he had to do was wait for her to figure it out without actually spelling it out for her. 'Cuz you know... that'll break his cover. Hee.
~ Rip-offs: Does it count as plagarism if you copy from yourself? Hmm. Sark's mocking Syd from the same exact window as the one from The Counteragent. You know, when Syd tried to shoot him through the bulletproof glass. Again. Only this time, Sark wasn't nearly as sexy without the lip licking, and the lip touching, and the curls and the "we're destined to work together" flirty thing. And not nearly as enjoyable since Vaughn isn't on his deathbed, bleeding out through all his orifices and pores. Bah humbug. And oooh again! Syd in the tunnels. With the fireball coming right at her. So Cipher. *yawn* Wait. Vaughn can't outrun water, but he can outrun fire. *files away for future reference*
~ Odds and Ends:
Oransky? Dude. "Sydney. Bristow. Sydney! Bristow! SYDNEY BRISTOW!" To borrow a phrase from SG-1: "Hey, Oransky, this is your agent. You’re playing it WAY over the top. Can you get serious, please?"
That scene when Vaughn gets back to HQ and Lauren sees him? And then she runs to him and they hug? *sniffle* I never thought I'd ever ship any ship that involved Vaughn, but dammit. Lauren&Vaughn4Eva&Eva&EVA!!!
Maybe it's me, but did Dixon look at L/V and say "Go home and have some sex"? Hmm. I'm pretty sure that's what he said. :P
AWWW SHIT! "Sydney. I took care of it.... Welcome back." Oh frell. Just a few words from SpyDaddy, with a comforting hand on the shoulder, and those soft velvety tones, and.... *bawls like a baby* Can he be my daddy, too? Please?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I swore I would never ship Syd with anyone. Never ever. Well, I did have a return of the Sarkney in 'Succession'.... but let's forget about that for a second. I swore up and down that I would never ship Syd/Weiss just because the last thing we need is ANOTHER guy in love with Syd, and come on, Weiss just deserves so much better. But... DAMMIT! "It's a third edition." Crap. That was just too damn sweet. Why does Weiss have to be such a sweetheart? I love how he walked away, too, like it was no big deal that he got her AiW (btw? we GET it. sheesh. You'd think Syd would have gotten it, too, since Irina gave the book to her, and it's only a reference made in like a zillion spy novels ever written) If they do go ahead with this ship, I may not be so incredibly against it as I thought I would be. HOWEVER! They need to go ultra-slow. It would be nice to see her be friends with a guy first. Like really really really good friends with him first, and then have it progress into something more. Sorta like what she could have had with Will in S1, before she frelled it up and Will became too good for her. :P I still think Weiss is way too good for her since he's too sweet of a guy, and she loves herself too much, but he can change her. Right? Oh, frell. Yeah, probably not. The only thing that messed up that scene for me? Syd crying. She's got the same problem as CryingVaughn. Just doesn't work.
Overall, it was an okay ep. Not stellar. Not great. Just okay, and even a little meh at times. Weiss worked for me. Lauren/Vaughn worked for me. Jack worked for me. And even though Sark had little to do, he always works for me.
Rediscovered my dislike of Syd, though. I knew 'The Two' and 'Succession' Syds were too good to be true. Just knew it. Chick needs to quit whining already. Like seriously. Stop.
Why am I not surprised that preview for next week is chock full of SydFlesh? But, hello, Simon! Did I spy kinky sex? Because that would be hot. Thanks.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:35 PM ... ||
Well, I feel better now. Been talking to Thing 2 about my sucky day. Apparently, she's already stopped going to that particular gas station because that guy is a perverted dirty old man who's tried picking her up in the past. Like majorly leering and leaning into her window every time she went there. That's just nasty because Thing 2 seriously looks like she's 12.
So yeah. No longer feeling guilty about never ever going there ever again. Nope.
And also feeling pretty good right now because I'm watching Newlyweds and getting ready to watch 'Reunion.' There's been mixed reviews so far, which is kinda disappointing, but at this point, even a sucky ep is still going to cheer me up. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:52 PM ... ||
Like all weekends...
It started out great. Not just great, but GREAT. Got a buttload of sleep. Got to see the PoohMom. Got to mess with the PoohBro.
Ended up buying a few more books at B&N. Seriously, keep me away. I'm back on my spy novel kick, and it's scary. For some strange reason, I never did get around to the le Carre books, but luckily, the wallet managed to yank me out of the store before I bankrupted myself.
Hell, it was such a good weekend that the PoohBro and I whipped out the ol' Nintendo and some favorite games. Poor kid doesn't remember Atari (God, I loved me some Breakout!). Finished Perfect Dark in two player mode (bastard refused to let anyone else play Joanna, and kept gushing about how "I'm so fucking hot!" regarding the character). Whupped his ass in Mario Kart a few dozen times, then got ass whupped in Mario Tennis. Then whupped again when the bastard forced me to play the challenge mode of Goldeneye. My thumb is still killing me.
And then today, I got a bunch of floor lamps for the apt livingroom and a curtain rod for our sliding doors. Roomie can put those up (ha!) just because he's like two feet taller than me (but let's not even try to analyze why he commandeered all the lower shelves in the kitchen cabinets. Jackass)
But then.... things got bad. Like very VERY BAD.
Damn Alias 'Reunion' has been downloading for over 4 hours now and it's stuck at 2 hours left. *kick* But whatever, that doesn't bother me so much. Annoying, yes. But a big bother, nah.
What put me in the FOULEST, DARKEST, MOST PISSED OFF MOOD? EVER?!?
Went to get gas after shopping. There's two gas stations right by my house, and one - the "independently-owned" one, which everyone knows uses Mobil gas, anyway - has gas for a few cents cheaper than the Gulf station. So I pull in, FINALLY get to the pump, and the BASTARDASSHOLEFUCKER refused to serve me. Dude. REFUSED!! He started to serve all the SUVs behind me FIRST! Ok, fine, they're bigger cars and they guzzle gas like no one's business so they're obviously bringing in bigger business, but every single person driving one behind me was Caucasian and probably on their way to some vacation shithole for the weekend. (oh hell, you better believe I'm making this an issue... I'm super pissed, and I'm pulling out the big guns. Not to mention... I gas up there like every week or two, so I'm practically a regular, and the JACKASS knows it! BASTARD!). So sure... don't bother with the little Asian girl in the little tiny gas-saving car, sitting at one of the middle pumps, who you know isn't in a hurry to get to the Gap or the Poconos or wherever The Man's filthy money will take me. Let's not even discuss the fact that the ASSHOLE is a fucking minority, too, and we share facial recognition. And when I flagged that bastard down, he totally ignored me. IGNORED ME! How does one ignore "Excuse me! I was here first; I've been waiting for a good 5 minutes now; I'm in a hurry!"? And when he finally did look my way, he did this stupid assholic halfwave saying he had to help some other person. Fucker.
I hate Jersey. This full service shit is starting to piss me off. I would have served myself, but dammit, that Asshole needs to work for every cent of his fucking minimum wage, and they don't have the credit card thing at the pump so I would have had to wait for him anyway.
So of course, after 5 minutes of fuming and finally giving the guy the finger (oh yeah, it was that kind of day, and God knows I am NEVER going back there again. 3 cents cheaper gas is not worth the offensive attitude of that Jackass), I drove off. But DAMMIT. The Gulf station, where all the pumps are new and the employees are wonderfully sweet and chat and joke with you and wipe down your windows for you and check your oil without being asked all for a measly 3 cents more per gallon of gas, was closed. CLOSED.
The world hates me. And yeah, I'm pretty sure it might have something to do with me being a little Asian girl who refuses to fit the stereotype of cute, exotic, shy submissive chick, and instead will bitch and curse you out if you piss me off.
DAMMIT!!!!!!! One more hour until this stupid episode is finished downloading. Then I can go to the local Shell station - who are ALSO VERY NICE - and fill up my tank, before heading back to the apartment, get drunk, and then bitch and snark at Vaughn and Sydney.
Until then, I'm in a pretty hateful mood, so it would be best to stay far far far far away.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:47 PM ... ||
Saturday, October 11, 2003
Can't have all the quizzy and survey fun over at the LJ. Gotta give the blog some trivial lovin', too, ya know. Gakked from One:
Name Four Bad/Weird Habits You Have:
~ I like to bite... not my nails, but the skin around the nails (make sense?)
~ Overactive leg bouncing. Just too much restless energy, I suppose.
~ Putting my jade necklace in my mouth. (Oral fixation much? SHUT UP)
~ Being way too empathetic and way too (s)mothering. (Again, SHUT UP. You think this tough bitchy outer shell is here by accident?)
Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:
~ Advanced degree, completed.
~ A high paying job.
~ Kief, John, Sark, etc.
~ Lurrrrrrrrve (ok, where did THAT come from?!?!?!?!?!?)
Name Four Scents You Love:
~ Freesia
~ Lily of the valley
~ Coffee
~ Hugo Woman
Name Four People That Know You the Best:
~ Scotty, in my dreams
~ Johnny, in my dreams
~ Sark, in my dreams
~ Kief, in my even hotter dreams
Oh, wait... we're talking Real People, right? Huh. In that case, no one, not even The Pooh knows herself best. I'm an enigma. A freaking conundrum. One who uses snark and humor to deflect any attempts at "getting to know me." Because, dammit, people who know you best, hurt you best.
Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:
~ Anything strapless.
~ Bikini
~ Anything fluorescent colored, with gaudy patterns, or leopard prints.
~ Anything furry
Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:
~ I could use a drink right now.
~ I have the munchies.
~ Crying over lack of Boomtown.
~ Damn those tards are hilarious! In that eye-rolling, totally aggravating, please shutthefuckup sorta way.
Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
~ Slept in late instead of going to lab.
~ Returned boss's phone call regarding Monday Philly trip.
~ Snarked with the regulars.
~ Watched PoohBro play Max Payne.
Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
~ Sandwich and cafe mocha
~ 50-pack CDRs
~ Pair of stretchy Gap jeans
~ 3 more books: Crime School (Carol O'Connell), Payment in Blood and Well-Schooled in Murder (Elizabeth George). In case it wasn't obvious, I'm on my detective/mystery kick.
Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
~ Coke
~ Even more Coke
~ Pepsi
~ Water
First Grade Teacher's Name?
Mrs. Cohen
Last Words You Said?
"Shut up!" (To PoohBro harassing me about lack of Boomtown while watching other TV shows)
Last Song You Sang?
'Man in Motion', St. Elmo's Fire theme song (it was playing on the winamp)
Last Person You Hugged?
PoohBro. He's such a cutie! Plus, he HATES it when I do it to him while he's fixated on his computer games. Heh.
Last Thing You Laughed At?
Some Alias "script spoiler" with a GREAT Lauren-ripping-Syd-to-Vaughn's-face scene. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Classic, dude.
Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Meant It?
Sunday. To Sark. Or... last week to the PoohMom when I left to return to school.
Last Time You Cried?
Today. When faced without Elliot, Neal, or The Donnie. Or... a few weeks ago... or a couple of days ago... or a couple of hours ago... Not too sure since I can cry whenever and wherever. (I am NOT an ultra-sensitive girlie girl. I'm NOT!)
What's In Your CD Player?
The new MP3 player makes my CD player practically obsolete, but I think I left one of the Athenaeum cds in it.
What Color Socks Are You Wearing?
A pair of white Hanes socks -- going to bed soon and I'm FREEZING.
What's Under Your Bed?
At the apartment - nothing. At home - shit. Tons of it.
What Time Did You Wake Up Today?
11:44 am (SHUT UP. I'm ashamed of myself. That almost never happens)
Current Taste?
I don't understand this question. (See? I didn't even try to cover up my confuzzlement with a pervy response. Hmm. I must be slipping)
Current Hair?
Dammit! Don't remind me! Black, straight, and now layered, chunky, too long and uneven in the back for my taste, now about shoulder-length, and always pulled back into a short ponytail to cover up it's assness.
Current Clothes?
Ugh. Asked this question at a bad time. Sexy, revealing, low-cut, lacy, red lingerie. Or... sweats, T-shirt, and socks.
Current Annoyance?
Tards. Tards who bitch and moan about ratings/show quality/character development just because things aren't going their way, even though it's only 2 eps into the season. Tards who threaten to boycott, make up stupid biased polls, purport to "speak" for everyone else in the audience, etc... and never seem to shutthefuckup or go away like they promised. Tards who say they're being open-minded but then rip you when you disagree with them, or when you call them on their narrow-mindedness, and then proceed to act all superior to you because you've obviously not been watching the same show as them, or obviously aren't as big a "fan" as them.
But these annoyances aren't just a "current" thing. It's neverending. Sigh.
Current Longing?
Where do I begin...?
Current Worry?
No thesis, no degree, no job, no family... dying alone, single, found by neighbors complaining about "the smell" a month after my death, and my face eaten by my 50 cats. Memo to self: NO pets. EVER. Or maybe one, with a neverending supply of food.
Current Hate?
I don't hate anything. I LOVE everyone and everything. Except for those I hate.
Favorite Physical Feature Of The Opposite Sex?
I love eyes. And arms. And smiles. Everything else I love has to do with the brain.
Favorite Place To Be?
Right now... in bed, under the warm covers, with a laptop for chatting, a book for the downtimes, and the TV on. Preferably with a warm body next to me -- a sexy, nekkid body... heh, okay, nekkidness is totally optional. I'm a multi-tasker, yo.
Least Favorite Place?
Anywhere where I'm alone and lonely, as opposed to just being alone.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:30 AM ... ||
Friday, October 10, 2003
Well, after seeing this mentioned in EW, I just had to check it out.
japander.com
It's been... interesting. LOL.
*wishes she understood Japanese*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:42 PM ... ||
Bastard NBC!
I can't believe they took away Boomtown. Fine. Whatever. But to replace it with SVU? That's just low. Dude. What a way to manipulate me into watching their stupid network. @#$^%T&$#@
FUCK! NO ELLIOT!!!!!!
What the hell kind of bastard network is NBC running here? Not only do they take away my Boomtown, they put an Elliot-less SVU ep in its place. That's wrong, dude. Just so incredibly wrong. *boycotts NBC until they put Boomtown back on the air, or gives me a Elliot-full SVU ep... starts a totally biased, insignificant, useless poll against NBC*
Heh.
Awwww, crap! That SVU ep was depressing! And no SexyStabler to take temper the ugh factor.
*shoves steel-toed boot up NBC execs' asses*
Hell, they're even trying to play me with Miss Match. That show is okay, but it's also just so damn fluffy, I think I'm going to get a cavity. 'Cuz Michael? Awwwwwww!!! Dammit. I want one! He reminds me of my crush in college - same dark hair, same job, same age (now). Hmm... I think crush is in NYC right now... maybe the Pooh should go find him and catch up on old times... Hee.