Wednesday, December 31, 2003
No parties for Pooh on New Year's Eve. Thing2, PoohBro, and I just got back home with 30 minutes to spare in the year. We decided to go see ROTK tonight, and were quite surprised at how many people were at the movies. The parking lot was packed. Apparently we weren't the only losers not paying attention to the ball or whatever.
Quick rant: Popcorn should be banned from theaters. Either that or people need to learn to chew with their mouths closed. And not eat like they haven't had a meal in months. We had to change seats after the previews because the family sitting behind us kept talking, wolfing down their popcorn, and chewing quickly and loudly. Ugh. Not something we wanted to deal with for 3 and a half hours. Previews - the real reason I go to the theater instead of just waiting for dvds - were eh. I'm not too impressed with Spiderman 2 (even if you take out the PoohAnnoyance factor for Tobey and Kirsten). Is that... wrong?
PoohThoughts on the movie....
After I got past all the HoYay (everywhere... Every. Where. There was no chemistry whatsoever between Aragorn and Arwen. Ptooey! Bring on the HoYay! I will, however, give non-HoYay love to Eowyn/Faramir because they were a pretty good-looking couple), it was gasps of wow, and squees of cool, and lots of drooling and stuff. And then I cried. A lot. Like, embarrassing amounts in the last hour. Why? Because I'm a freak who tears up at cool characters dying and people saying farewell to each other. It's even worse when the cool characters are saying farewell while they're dying. *sniffle* Okay, y'all can just shut up and stop laughing now. The sibs teased me already, and I know for a fact that PoohBro got teary during at least one scene. Hrmph.
The final assessment (just because Onesy would hurt me for not snarking it -- sweetie, this one's for you. Hee.)...
Theoden was way too cool. Eomer rocks. Faramir was hot. Love love love Gandalf. Oh yeah, and Aragorn was frelling sex-ay! Someone give that man the Oscar! 'Cuz you know... hotness=bestest acting ever! Woohoo!
*snert*
Bring on the extended version!
P.S. I almost fell on my ass when I tried to stand up right after the movie. Couldn't feel my legs after sitting down for that long. Heh.
Hmm. As I finish typing this, the new year has come on the East coast. Bust out the bubbly, dude.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:56 PM ... ||
Well, I didn't go with the PoohMom so you can probably catch me here all day. Lucky you.
I'm not one for New Year resolutions. What's the point? They get broken right away. But here's a couple of things I'd "like" to do in the new year:
1. Be a better friend - keep in touch with everyone I've lost touch with.
2. Get out more.
3. Make at least one person laugh every day. I'm good at that... I think...
ETA:
4. Drink more in the New Year. Better start being a lush instead of just pretending to be one.
All pretty do-able. At least I hope they are. Heh. Oh, and here's a couple of my favorites:
~ Graduate, find a job, make money.
~ Get off butt, start exercising, get in better shape.
~ Find guy (for some reason, I keep losing him... go figure)
*hugs, kisses, cops a feel from everyone*
Happy New Year!
|| posted by Pooh at 4:43 PM ... ||
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
Well....
I'm helping the PoohMom tomorrow so I probably won't get home until 8 or 9 PM. Then it'll be Dick Clark on TV, because I'm boring.
If I don't get to chat with You before the ball drops... Have a Happy New Year!
And chat with y'all next year. :D
*huggles and smooches everyone*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:19 PM ... ||
Just finished those last 4 eps of that really great show. *kicks Mother Zucker*
Okay, actually only got to watch 3 3/4 eps because of stupid tape which cut out with 20 minutes to go in the third ep -- the one with Geordi in it. *kicks Mother Zucker again, just because*
The Boomtown rant (with spoilers? for the last 4 eps ever)
~ I never got to watch all of S1, or even in order, so by the time I started, they were already cutting back on its unique POVs format. Watching these last few eps, it's just glaringly obvious that the show had lost its special spark. These last few eps just scream "Generic Cop Show!" Bleh.
~ The second ep had POVs all over the place and then the fourth ep had one or two in the second half hour. Dude, make up your frelling mind. They should have just stopped all together because the POVs seemed like they were randomly thrown in there just to be there. Sort of like a teasing "oh, hey, remember how great this show used to be?" Nya nya.
~ The standalone eps format sucks. The dumbing down of the show sucks. The predictability of the show sucks. For example: Ray telling Katherine they can get into bad guy's voicemail because he probably didn't change the default access code. Dude. If that had worked, I would have gone out and hurt someone. Oh, but they got into the account anyway. Argh. Another example: Teresa just happens to be the one who finds the dead guy. Or Teresa just happens to be in the store when the bad guys take over. Or security guy just happens to have a gun for Teresa to kill the bad guys right before TheDonnie and BubbaGump bust in through the doors to save them. Too easy, dammit. Way too easy! Grrrrr.
~ Speaking of Teresa... Ugh. Just ugh. I didn't see all the S1 eps so I don't get the whole Joel/Teresa shippiness. I just don't see it. TheDonnie can have chemistry with anyone/thing he wants, and I don't blame her for wanting him. I just don't see why he would want her. Joel/Kelly made me sob like a baby in the S1 finale, and I absolutely heart and adore them. So stupid TeresaWench needs to quit the police academy (great, let's really make this show all about generic cops) because we all know it was just a ruse to get closer to Joel.
~ If they wanted more cops, why couldn't they have gotten Ramos back? I heart Ramos.
~ Ranting again about Teresa.... Okay, maybe it's not fair to pick on her, but in these last 4 eps, her "female in distress" role was just so blatant. I was starting to think it had become her show, and that every ep she'd get in some kind of "trouble" and Joel and Bubba would have to go save her or something. Big fat whatever.
~ Last rant about Teresa... Gedrick is my least favorite of the cops on the show, but I would rather see him onscreen with Ray or butting heads with my boyfriend TheDonnie, as long as it means Teresa gets the boot. And dude, when I start gushing about Gedrick's character and loving him more than another character, you know there's seriously something about that other character that's pissing me off.
~ Okay, one final rant about Teresa. No seriously, final one. Andrea... Teresa... Andrea... Teresa... Andrea... Teresa... What did they do, decide there could only be two female regulars (even though Vanessa is a "special guest star," she sure acts like she owns the whole show) and made them pick straws? I miss Andrea. They booted the wrong woman off the show.
~ I hate this show when it doesn't make TheDonnie cry, because goddammit, TheDonnie is so great at angst. But *smap* to him for having a sex dream about "that other chick" when his wife is all lovey dovey to him on his birthday. *sigh* But still I love him and will do anything to see him smap a couple of baddies.
~ I also hate this show when they dangle McNorris onscreen for a minute and then he's gone for the rest of the episode. That is all kinds of wrong. Bring my baby back! Let him do his wonderful monologues! Let him verbally smack a couple of badasses! Let him be pretty and smirky and snarky!
~ Doug Hutchison rocks. I liked how I totally thought he would be a BadGuy since he does that so well, and it turned out that he was NotSoMuch. Doug Hutchison should guest on '24,' because that would be COOL. Or he should guest on 'Alias.' He could be a villain or an agent and he would make that show (or any show to be honest) so much better.
~ I wish the very last new Boomtown ep ever wasn't the Howard Hesseman ep. Hey, I used to watch 'Head of the Class,' but that ep sucked. Not the last thing I want to remember Boomtown for. Couldn't they have just left it with the McNorris ep? :(
~ Final rant: When Mother Zucker wanted to boost the ratings.... what part of "Vanessa Williams" sounded like a good idea? For exactly how many shows has she been a ratings helper? The more eps I watched with her, the more I wanted her to trip and fall into a bad guy's gun or something.... and to have taken Teresa with her.
That being said... I'm glad this show was cancelled. Especially if the quality of the last few eps were an indication of what the rest of the season would have been like. Okay, I lie. I lie A LOT. I love this show, no matter how much it sucks. I'll take a season of crappy Boomtown eps over 95% of the shows on TV right now. I love my Donnie. I love my Neal. I love my Ramos. I love my Ray. Hell, I even love my Gedrick (but only when he and Ray are doing their buddy-buddy thing). I squee'ed at all my boys, laughed with them, laughed at them, and rolled my eyes a lot at all the other people -- all the stuff you do with a show you love. I refuse to believe it's over. Well, mostly because I'm still missing those last 20 minutes of the Geordi ep.
Anyway, I DEMAND Boomtown DVDS. All of S1 with the existing 6 S2 eps. Along with gag reel, deleted scenes, and commentary by TheDonnie and Neal. Oh, and lots and lots of behind the scenes action -- like TheDonnie and Neal nekkid in their dressing rooms, rehearsing their scenes. Or something.
You hear that, Mother Zucker?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I want Boomtown DVDS! HRMPH.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 PM ... ||
Why?
Why do I bother getting out of bed in the morning?
Just zipped through the initial graphs for the stupid report. And guess what? Yuppers. I'm missing one set of data -- about 4 or so graphs. UGH. I wish I knew this earlier so I could have gotten the data while I was picking up my new badge. ARGH.
Some way, somehow, I'm going to find a way to blame this on Someone.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:27 PM ... ||
Blah blah.
Complete waste of time. Grrr. Checked my voicemail and security left a message saying they had my ID. Okay, cool. Guess I did drop it after work. *sigh* Went down there to pick it up so I wouldn't have to think about it for the rest of the week. Got there. And... not sure what happened, but they ended up making a new one instead of just giving me back my old one. There might have been some wires crossed there, since y'all know communication isn't a strong point with me. Anywho, if they were just going to print up a new one for me, I could have just waited until next Monday to get it. Oh, well. One hour wasted going back and forth to pick up badge... two hours wasted re-cleaning the house... and three excruciating minutes with my hand in the garbage bag. Nasty.
Well, now that that's all done, I can finish up my stupid graphs. Then I can write up the party fun. Gotta do it soon since it's almost New Year and that'll just make me all schmaltzy and senitmental and goofy, which means no cynical snarkiness for a couple of days. Yeah, shocking, I know.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:44 PM ... ||
*sobs*
*sniff*
I seem to be doing that a lot. How come I'm so frelling hormonal all of a sudden? This "girl" shtick really sucks, ya know.
I'm in a tizzy this morning. Thought I'd go into work for 2 or 3 hours just in case the boss decides he'd like to email me there... again. But just as I was out the door, I couldn't find my security badge. The last thing I am absolutely, swear on the Pooh/Singer love and Pooh/KIEF lust, positively certain about is that I had it when I went to work yesterday. I thought I checked to see if I had it when I left work, but now I'm not so sure. I'm pretty sure when I got home that it wasn't hooked on my pants when I changed out of my work clothes. *frets*
On good days, I sometimes have my moments. You know, when you find yourself having a brain fart and the keys go into the fridge and the milk goes into the cupboard. Usually when that happens, I catch myself before the fridge door actually closes. But I've been sick since Saturday and was still feeling the residual effects (not to mention having a raging headache at work) that I can't remember what happened yesterday. I remember going to work. I remember sitting at the computer doing work. I remember coming home, but now I'm not so sure I actually did check I had my badge before I left. I remember coming into the house. I remember changing out of my clothes. But I don't remember any of the other mundane little things that occurred between those events. ARGH. There's absolutely nothing worse than being old and senile and still under the foggy haze of sickness.
I've spent the last two hours turning the house upside-down. I even went through the garbage, just in case, although I will be the first to admit that I didn't do anywhere close to a thorough inspection of that. 'Cuz you know, that's not worth it. And also... ICK. I'd go to work and get a temp badge, but that won't let me into my lab and no one else at work right now has access to that lab. I just have to wait until this afternoon when my friend gets in and ask her to see if I left it there, but still... ARGH!! I'm going out of my mind, and this is not helping.
If I did lose it, fine. I guess I'll deal with it. No biggie since my internship is only guaranteed for another 6-8 weeks anyway, and I have all my data here at home. It's just going to suck having to go in and trying to get a new badge. Plus, you know how this is going to make me insane trying to figure out exactly what happened to it. *sigh*
So yeah.... I was all ready to go to work, zip through the rest of my graphs until the boss gets in touch and tells me to redo everything (and I know he will because he never knows exactly what he wants, and yet he is the most finicky person ever... hrmph), and I was going to write up my party rant. But now I can't even concentrate and I'm all flustered. Stupid badge. Stupid senility.
But of course, something happened this morning that gave me an unexpected start. Not sure how real it was because I'm pretty paranoid and mistrusting of everyone (y'all wouldn't screw with me, right -- uhh, nevermind, don't answer that), but after the initial heart attack, it did make me smile. And that's always a good thing.
PS. PoohBro is taking his driving test this morning. Having me on the roads is bad enough, but him? Pray. Pray for your lives.
ETA: Just got a call. The last of the PoohSibs passed his driving test. Are you scared? Because I sure as hell am.
This makes me feel hella old. And the PoohDad said he thought my badge was on my chair, where I normally put it when I don't stick it in my bag. That's what I thought, too, but NO, it's not. Frelling stupid amnesia. WTF. *bangs head*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:17 AM ... ||
Monday, December 29, 2003
It started off innocently enough... probably with a "hey!"
Pretty soon it veered off in a totally predictable direction: sex, perviness, hoyay. All the good stuff. After I alledgely "traumatized" V with the concept of HoYay (pffffft), he went ahead and introduced it to his friend J. Now he wants me to further her HoYay education. (Like I'm some big HoYay expert? Pfft. Seriously, this makes me sound like such a freak.) She's already a Smallville HoYay master, or so I've been told. (Ok, that one was easy. Even I know all about how "Smallville is very very gay" (tm Trix) and I don't even watch that show.) She's not into fics yet, but that'll probably happen soon enough. LOL.
It ended with:
vernthecoder: Anyway, you need to get all your friends and put together a big honking hoyay top ten together.
Hence....
Our mission:
To compile a list of the most HoYay-iffic pairings/movies/shows/links out there.
Oh, and I'm being completely serious. It's a shame J has been left out of the loop for this long already. Tag or comment here, email me, or post it at the LJ where this entry has been cross-posted for your convenience. 'Spanks!
|| posted by Pooh at 5:03 PM ... ||
One more thing. File this under "The World Hates Me: Dammit, Pooh, You Suck, Too!":
I had my VCR set for Boomtown since I had to go to that family party thing. Came home sick. Woke up sick. Had a bit of a lull in the late afternoon and thought I'd watch some Boomtown. Rewound the tape -- the BRAND NEW tape. Then bumped into a SG-1 ep on TV that I don't have on tape, so I had to fast-forward the tape all the way to the end of the Boomtown eps so I could record the SG-1 ep.
*fast forward... fast forward... fast forward... rewind--- EH?*
DAMN.
IT.
The last time I used that VCR, I was copying some tapes for the Mom -- you know, the woman who birthed me and demanded that I copy the tapes in SP format instead of the very economical SLP format. You know... the format which would have let me fit 8 hours on my BRAND NEW 8-HOUR tape, instead of... oh... 2 HOURS and 40 MINUTES.
Fuck.
So not only am I missing the last 20 minutes of the third Saturday Boomtown ep, I didn't have any more new tapes to record the SG-1 ep and Sunday's Boomtown ep, the last new one ever. *grumble* Grabbed the first old tape I could find to tape over. I think it was a X-Files S7 tape. Whatever. XF? Pffft. S7? PFFFFFT. It didn't have any notations that it was a Krycek tape (I save those; Mulder can wait for someone to get me the DVDs) so I think I'm in the clear, but what I don't know won't hurt me. Which finally leads me to this: I went to bed around 9PM last night, before the VCR kicked in. The Dad has a tendency to turn things off, so I have no clue if I got the ep or not until after I leave here in about.... half an hour. Argh.
Oh, and while I'm here, I'll just mention that in my big DDDvd order (my really early Xmas treat to myself), I got the LFN S1 dvds. I just started Disc3, and I'm surprised to discover that I've seen most of these eps already. Just watching them brings back fond memories of my undergrad years since one of my roomies made me sit down and watch the show when it used to be on. Bro paused in mid-Thirteen playing to watch a few eps with me, which resulted in 1) me explaining a lot of things to him, 2) ep/character snark, and 3) snarky LFN/Alias comparisons (made mostly by Bro because I would never ever do such a thing). Will post about that stuff, too, because Pooh/Bro TV show snarking always cmsu, and this blog is all about me.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:28 PM ... ||
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I can't see my own blog. Dammit!!
For those of you who are able to load the page.... I had a family get-together on Saturday for a joint celebration of one of my little cousin's birthday and our newest family member's 1 month party. Lots of embarrassing Pooh stuff to rant about. Will get to it as soon as I finish half of my work and am assured that blog hasn't died on me.
Late Saturday night and all Sunday were crap days. Actually, a bit of today is pretty crappy, too. All because I was sick, sick, sick. None of that flu stuff, but some godawful stomach virus (according to Dad), a bacterial infection (according to Thing2, future pharmacist, who "prescribed" a drug cocktail and later realized she was doing it for a different illness than the one I asked about), bad "gas/indigestion" (according to Doctor the last time I saw him, but I think he's full of shit), and possibly ulcer/acid reflux/ScaryFatalDisease (according to my own preliminary diagnosis). So yeah.... not so fun.
I'm at work, busting my ass off to get all these stupid graphs into a document that makes some sort of sense and all I want to do is go home, crawl into bed, and sleep.
Oh, yeah, and thanks to the Boss. Lots of wonderful thanks. Hrmph. He tells me to take all the data home to work on it, but he sends me comments to the work email, which I can't access at home. Bastard. Lucky I came in today. But one more hour and I'm moving my ass back home to do this. Screw it.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:10 PM ... ||
Friday, December 26, 2003
Neal says:
"Watch Boomtown tomorrow night!"
Ya hear that? 3-episode marathon tomorrow night, and then another new episode Sunday night. I'm not going to be home tomorrow night, so the VCR better not screw with me. Or else everyone is going to get a blog-ful of my bitching, ranting, moaning, groaning, and swearing.... and when I get in a mood, even dirty sailors are embarrassed by me. LOL. Okay, maybe not. *adjust halo*
No fun. Boss said I could bring my work home to do since all I'm doing are graphs and reports and stuff. Well, I made the mistake of mentioning it to PoohDad. And today, he actually forced me to sit down and start some of my reports. All right, I'm just going to ignore the fact that I have a ton of stuff to do and even doing a little bit today will help a lot in the long run, but still! Can you believe his nerve? Dammit. Well, I showed him -- did a bit of surfing and chatting while I was supposedly being "productive." So ha!
FYI, watch Boomtown.
PoohDad bought a paper shredder and a digital blood pressure monitor. So you know what I was doing all day before he made me do real work. You can all breathe a sigh of relief. The Pooh is pretty damn healthy, although slightly on the hypotensive side. Oh well. Buggers are never that accurate anyway.
BTW, don't forget to watch Neal and The Donnie on Boomtown tomorrow.
Ugh. Gotta go hide all our good dvds. Dad's side is coming over for New Year. Every time they do, my uncle - cheapskate that he is, even though he's got way more money than any of us - always has to "borrow" our good dvds. Last time he took Thing1's Spiderman dvd and we didn't see it again for 4 months even though he kept saying he was going to return it "this week." Why, no, we're not being petty.... :P Hmm, come to think of it... Thing 2 borrowed my X-Men dvd and didn't return it for a month and when it came back, the case was looking decidedly... worn. My poor genius geeky fiance! And now she wants to borrow my X2. Umm....
P.S. Watch Boomtown tomorrow.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:51 PM ... ||
Thursday, December 25, 2003
Feels weird that we got a foot of snow a few weeks ago and now there's absolutely nothing on Christmas. Not that I'm complaining about lack of snow, mind you. Just saying it feels weird.
Anyway, we didn't do much for Christmas this year. No big gift exchanges -- just lots and lots of lurrrrrve. (Ugh. Okay, who am I kidding?) Mostly did boring stuff like fought each other for computer time, watched DVDs (FOTR, POTC, Bend it Like Beckham, and X2 -- you know, quality movies because Thing1 buys crap movies and only sees good stuff when she borrows mine), and just bitched and moaned at each other.
Thing1 almost made me like her boytoy -- let's call him 'Tard' -- this morning. If anyone remembers one of my entries from months before about him, they'll remember I hold little respect for spineless twits. Especially ones that are so easily manipulated. Thing1 was showing off her new Tiffany ring. The one she "got" him to buy for her by threatening to continue to wear the Tiffany ring she manipulated her ex to buy for her. (Personally, I'm not much of a jewelry girl. That's not to say I don't like getting jewelry; I just don't normally wear it every day. But if a guy is going to buy jewelry, IMO, he should do it because he wants to and not because some MissThang forced him into doing it.) Anyway... she came to me this morning and said a bunch of inane things.
Her: "You got the 'Coupling' DVDs?" My response: "Uh... yeah?"
Her: "Do they sell those in stores?" My response (after staring at her like the crazy person she is): "Uh... are you a fucking idiot? Yes."
And then she uttered that one grand, potentially life-changing, perception-altering statement that would have changed Tard to MaybeNotSoMuchATard: "'Tard' really likes 'Coupling.'"
Just when I started thinking, "dear God, I'm going to have to begrudgingly start liking this guy because Tard has taste and knows what's what"....
Her: "He was so upset when they cancelled the show!"
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK GOD! After I laughed my ass off, I had to thank her for saving me from EVER having to think of spineless twat as anything other than a completely useless tasteless spineless twat. Hell, even the PoohBro was cracking his ass off and making fun of him for liking the US version. *huggles PoohBro* I have much love for the PoohBro today. Not only did he recognize Steve from 'Coupling' on 'POTC,' he also recognized Gareth from 'The Office.' So not only does he share my snark, he also "gets" good TV.
Then after that, we had to go to the PoohAunt's house so the PoohMom could go with her to the hospital. PoohGramps had been misbehaving, constantly pulling out his IV and feeding tube. *sigh* We ended up playing lots and lots of games of poker while we waited, but not strip because with my cousins and the bro? That's disgusting.
So... just another dysfunctional holiday for us. Hope everyone else had a great day!
|| posted by Pooh at 8:43 PM ... ||
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
Opened my gifts! Weeeee!
Thank you to...
Jenai. For the Chicago dvd. How did I know you'd be getting that for me? Hmm? LOL.
Trix. For the Casablanca dvds. How incredibly romantic of you. :-*
SM. For the About a Boy dvd. You can never go wrong with Hugh. Mmmm.
Rach. For the gift certificate. Yay! Shopping!
One. For the SATC S2 dvds. One of these days, I'm going to get caught up, especially since I just know the series will end happily. Well, it better, anyway. *gropes*
Steph. Again for The Office dvds. Because without them, I wouldn't have this stuck in my head:
Free love on the free love freeway,
where the love is free and the freeway is long...
I got some hot love on the hot-love highway
I ain’t going home cos’ my baby’s gone
Dude.... seriously... help me get it out of my head. *sigh*
Hmmm. I hope I didn't forget anyone. And if I did forget to thank someone for a pressie, don't fear. I'll catch you when I post again. Like in a few minutes. lol. Happy Holidays! *love and kisses and hugs*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:49 PM ... ||
Oy.
Just finished cleaning the house. Well, it's as clean as it's going to get, what with everyone being a packrat and Thing 1 refusing to move all her school crap to her apartment. This house isn't a self-storage center, dammit. Anyway, Thing 2 is going to bitch and moan that I didn't really do a good job, and whatever. Frell it. My back is killing me and I did 4 loads of laundry today. I am rather proud of myself, though. I had two huge bags of clothes that I had put aside to go through at a later time, just in case there was something I needed to keep. Yeah.... screw that. First time I've ever thrown away bags of clothing without salvaging some of them first. It felt... good. But um, we're never doing that ever again. I've got an itch to go back outside and sort through the bags. Ugh.
In my hour of downtime for lunch, I watched the easter eggs on The Office dvds. LMAO. That training video is horrid, and took me back to my two 7-hour days of training last month -- cheesy music, crappy acting, and all that. Argh. And now, I have Gervais singing 'Free Love on the Free Love Freeway' stuck in my head. Save me.
If I don't get back on later (ha! that made me laugh) or even early tomorrow --
Merry Christmas!!
Crap. Now I'm in a sentimental mood. I already miss chatting with every single one of you who visit this blog. Hell, even those I've never spoken to before. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 4:27 PM ... ||
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Anyone have any advice on consolidating student loans?
Or you know, maybe have a huge stash of money they're not using right now, and wouldn't mind letting me "borrow" it? LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:58 PM ... ||
I am forever in love with Steph for getting me The Office dvds.
Brilliant. Genius. Hilarious.
But dear God, oh so damn painful.
Just finished watching all six eps of S1. That finale? *sobs* Tim/Dawn4Eva!!!!!!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:29 PM ... ||
The frell. Just shoot me. Just shoot me now.
My old roommate from college has been married for years and has one, maybe two, kids? Don't they hand out memos about these things? Seriously.
V, I hate you with the passion of a thousand sucky NU winters. Well.... until there's someone else out there for me to hate. And no, it doesn't help right now if you think I'll end up pumping out twice as many babies as everyone else. 'Cuz dammit, Kief is way too busy to help me out here. Hmm... wonder what Johnny is up to...
|| posted by Pooh at 2:16 AM ... ||
I am never staying up late ever again. It just makes me all sorts of depressed.
Apparently, a friend from college is married and just had a baby. WTF? Gee, V, thanks a lot for letting it slip. At least I can rejoice in the fact that while this now makes me OLD, you're even OLDER. Ha!
And these Alias spoilers or whatever? Is someone deliberately trying to piss me off? Excuse me, Someone, I think you are. And there's only two ways you can make it up to me: Syd/Sloane4Eva! or Jack/Sloane4Eva! I'm not picky, but there needs to be lots and lots of nekkidness for them.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:55 AM ... ||
Explain this one to me:
I come back from a weekend away to find a fresh roll of TP in my bathroom. My bathroom. I'm pretty sure there was still a quarter roll left when I went away on Friday. And even if there wasn't, there's this little problem of the new roll being pretty damn quilted when the one I normally use is so... incredibly not. Ehhh? If you were, say... my roomie, and you were going to use my bathroom even though you have your own bathroom, wouldn't you want to make it look like you maybe weren't so obvious about using mine and replace the roll with one from the stash I have in the cabinet? Wouldn't that just make more sense? Other than getting a kick out of driving me nuts -- because you know it would make me crazy trying to figure out whether or not I put in a new roll myself.
Hmm. Maybe after all those issues with Rabbit, I'm just overly sensitive about TP matters.
And maybe y'all can stop laughing at me now. Shut up.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:13 AM ... ||
Monday, December 22, 2003
Hee.
The boss returned my X2 dvd today. He really loved the movie (duh) and said that my geeky genius fiance looked like a little boy -- in other words, just really young. Hey, young at heart and all that jazz. (Did I mention I'm turning 6 soon?) Okay, he didn't actually say "geeky genius fiance" because how was he to know all about that torrid love affair? We're trying to keep it all hush hush, ya know, what with the damn paparazzi and stuff.
Oh, and snarky LOTR porn tags rock. Viggo-gorn agrees.... because he's hot, sexy and all that, and therefore ROTK rules. *snert*
Okay, I'm just being a smartass because I haven't seen it... YET. shaddup.
And if I don't run into any of you online between now and Thursday... I hope everyone has a wonderful holidays. Lots of love and kisses and tackles and perviness. :-*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:49 PM ... ||
Goodness gracious.
Woke up at 5:30 AM, went to Philly, didn't get back until 8:30 PM. I'm pooped. So pooped that driving back to the apartment was a bitch. All the headlights and traffic lights were making me cross-eyed. Not good.
Now I have to finish packing because I'm spending the rest of the holidays at home. Also need to get to school early tomorrow to get my special permission numbers to register. Just learned our graduate secretary is leaving Wednesday, so it's even more important I do that. Grrrr. Also, gotta check my mailbox just in case my package did come in. And have to drop off rent check for January since I won't be back until after New Year's. And... gotta go to work. But luckily, I was told I could just take all my data home and do it there. Yeah... right....
Christmas gifts!
I randomly opened one of my boxes. And the lucky winner is.... Steph!!
*jump, tackle, makes sweet love*
You're awesome. Thank you thank you thank you for your gift. And you're welcome to visit anytime. LOL.
Hmm... should I be worried that everyone and their mother tried to get me The Office dvds this Christmas? I guess it just means I really. need. to. watch. it. But I could be wrong. I usually don't get the message unless there's a million anvils falling on my head. :P
And tons of huggles and thank yous to Rach. That gift certificate is definitely going towards the TV. Or maybe something a bit more realistic. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:23 PM ... ||
Saturday, December 20, 2003
More rant fun!
Just ranted to One about the tard customer at the Mom's store today. Since I'm too lazy to rewrite it, y'all get the AIM version:
EvilCampbell: You know I think one of the best parts of Alias
EvilCampbell: this year was waiting for the download to come up today
EvilCampbell: now that that is gone, the season seems worse
devsgrl27: yeah
devsgrl27: at least with a download, there's hope that it might not suck
devsgrl27: it distracts you from remembering it probably will
Um.... oops! Wrong part of the chat... Here's the correct section:
EvilCampbell: How is your weekend and stuff?
devsgrl27: busy
devsgrl27: I had to help the mom at her store today
devsgrl27: that's a 12 hour day minimum
devsgrl27: and then there was the traffic
EvilCampbell: wow
EvilCampbell: busy
devsgrl27: yup
devsgrl27: dealing with tardasses, too
EvilCampbell: but you are a good daughter and stuff
EvilCampbell: tards?? share
devsgrl27: I didn't get into any arguments, except with one lady, but she was stupid
devsgrl27: that's a record for me during the holidays
devsgrl27: but it's still early
devsgrl27: lol
EvilCampbell: What was stupid lady doing?
EvilCampbell: =loves Pooh rants
devsgrl27: her husband or son or whoever bought her a hat
devsgrl27: i wasn't there for that
devsgrl27: it was pink and it was a nice hat
devsgrl27: and she came back with it, our first customer of the day
devsgrl27: and started bitching and moaning about how she didn't want the hat, that the guy shouldn't have gotten it for her and that she doesn't have anything to go with it
EvilCampbell: I am laughing already
devsgrl27: and that it cost too much and that the guy doesn't know what she wants and that he should have taken her
devsgrl27: but the first thing she said actually was that it was too big for her head
devsgrl27: and we were all, yeah, we can fix that and put something inside to tighten it
devsgrl27: and then she saw all our other hats and said stuff about how we have really good stuff and that she really needs a black one instead
devsgrl27: and that shedidn't like the pink one
devsgrl27: blah blah
devsgrl27: and she wanted to exchange it
devsgrl27: and dude, we're a small store so we have signs up that all sales are final. it's even written on our receipts
devsgrl27: so we kept telling her that it's not our fault her husband couldn't pick a hat and that he wanted to give it to her
EvilCampbell: Yep
devsgrl27: and that it was a present so she should just be grateful
devsgrl27: and she wouldn't listen
devsgrl27: she started asking for the money back
devsgrl27: and we were like no
devsgrl27: so she kept going around looking at things like she was ging to get an exchange
devsgrl27: and we ignored her
devsgrl27: and everytime she brought it up, she was all, ok, so just give me the money back, like she was doing us a favor by taking a refund
devsgrl27: so finally I got pissed
EvilCampbell: LOL
EvilCampbell: FINALLY
EvilCampbell: Pooh has had enough
devsgrl27: and told her that the hat was 30 and that she should be happy he thought of her and thought she was worth that much
EvilCampbell: :-*
devsgrl27: and she should just regift it if she hated it
devsgrl27: and take it up with him for having what she thought was bad taste
devsgrl27: and then I had to leave and help someone else
devsgrl27: but apparently she was arguing with my mom and told my mom she was going to find the cops
devsgrl27: lmao
devsgrl27: and bitch actually left the store for like 5 minutes, left the hat there. we didn't touch it, and she came back and said she couldn't find a cop
devsgrl27: so the mom was all... there's a police precinct two blocks from here, just go there and bring one back
devsgrl27: see... I get my people skills from my mom
EvilCampbell: =hearts PoohMom
devsgrl27: lmao
EvilCampbell: that is quality snark
devsgrl27: every time she tells me to stop arguing with customers... five minutes later, she's doing it
devsgrl27: so then tard tells her to just tighten the hat for her
devsgrl27: and the mom does that
devsgrl27: but tard keeps saying she doesn't even want the hat she just wants the money because it's money and worth something and that she'll probably just throw the hat away
EvilCampbell: like you guys care
devsgrl27: and i was standing nearby when she was finally packing up to go
devsgrl27: and she said it again right before she left and the mom was like, it's your hat do whatever
EvilCampbell: :-*
devsgrl27: and I was so aggravated that I told her there was a garbge can outside at the corner and she can throw it out there
devsgrl27: and if the can wasn't there, that there was another trash can the next block down
EvilCampbell: you and your mom = lol
devsgrl27: and finally tard left
devsgrl27: it was painful
devsgrl27: especially for the first customer of the day, too
Hope everyone else had as amusing a day as me!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:55 PM ... ||
Strange thing. Whenever I'm in the car, I used to get plot bunnies in my head just to amuse myself. (Hey, I'm the girl who, before I learned to read, would open any book and start making up stories just by using the pictures -- I think the Seuss family had a cease and desist order out on me.) By the end of the trip, the little voice inside my head would have finished writing the entire scene(s) -- mostly dialogue -- and have edited it and re-edited it a few times. Once I was done with a scene, the little voices would move onto the next one and the next one and next one. That's why my stories never ended and why I never bother to put them down in writing. 'Cuz it's too much and I'm lazy, yo. And also 'cuz they suck. Anyway, I've stopped getting the bunnies, and instead, I find myself mentally composing blog entries instead. I'm such a freak. And also why you should all take everything I write with a grain of salt. But I swear to God I never exaggerated or lied about the Wabbits -- I would never ever joke about that. So... the following rant was "written" while in the midst of rant-causing event, and was edited a bunch of times. That's why it's probably not quite as ranty as the "first draft."
More about holiday traffic:
After a long 12-hour day helping the Mom, all I want to do is go through the tunnel from NY and get back to Jersey. Is that too much to ask? I don't think so. Of course, you're probably thinking, why would getting back to Jersey be such a big deal? It's fucking Jersey! And all I have to say is, "No fucking kidding. What the hell?"
But no. A normal 30-40 minute trip ended up taking over 2 hours. The Brooklyn Bridge was a bitch. The tunnel was a bitch. Everything after that was pfffffffft. And I'll tell you why, because you didn't ask, and I'm a bitch like that. It's all those damn NY drivers!!!!!!!!! Fucktards. At 8:30 PM on a Saturday night, they're all headed into Jersey. Grrrrrr! I am not even trying to be a smartass about this. During the slow excruciatingly painful merge and then the inching through the tunnel, we were lost in a sea of NY plates. What's usually a few minutes through the tunnel ended up being close to 15 minutes. Stuck in a tunnel. Underwater. Have I mentioned my death-by-drowning-phobia? You know, the one where the tunnel cracks and collapses in on us and gets flooded and I'm stuck in the car in the middle of the damn thing? This phobia is enhanced by my inability to swim (I don't consider it a flaw, really. I consider it an extreme reaction to being scared shitless by Jaws when I was a little kid. SHUT UP, bastards, STOP LAUGHING!). I also get wacky-nervous when we're gridlocked on bridges (have you seen the Manhattan Bridge? Dude, that thing's about to bust pretty soon, and I've watched the videos of those crappily designed bridges swinging like crazy in the wind.)
Anyway, we were surrounded by a buttload of NY cars. Look, I think it's pretty nice that we've got a relatively low sales tax and that essentials are tax-free, and that we're basically a mall state. But.... I think people should learn to shop in their own crappy states. It's not our fault that their own elected officials decided to increase their sales tax. We already get their garbage. Why must we get them by the tunnel-load during the holidays? They can always go shop in Connecticut, dammit. And who are the genius bastards who decided to place a huge mall right at the Jersey end of the Holland Tunnel????!!!! I swear, as soon as we all drove out of the tunnel, ALL NY cars turned out to go to the mall and all the Jersey cars kept going -- towards home. The roads immediately after the tunnel? EMPTY!!!!!!! ARGHHHH!!!!
Dammit. *kicks NY*
Okay, I was going to rant about how stupid I was and put the wrong town name down on my dvd shipment, but I'm too exhausted from traffic rant to do that. Besides, I'm hoping my stupidity will be corrected by someone in the school post office and forward the package to the right campus. Um... crossing my fingers that while they do that (please oh pleasepleaseplease notice and fix it), they don't realize that I don't live on campus anymore and technically shouldn't have a school mailbox now. Ermmm.....
Was also going to mention that I haven't had my daily bottle of Coke for the past 2 days, and I'm starting to feel ick. My system is all screwy, and I think it has to do with the pH balance in my body being thrown out of whack due to lack of soda. Yeah, yeah, yeah, after the withdrawal symptoms subside, it'll probably be a good thing that I've been trying to cut back on it. But damn if I don't crave a nice cold Coke right about now.
Steph -- Got your Christmas card! Weeeee! So so so so sosososososo adorable. Just like you. Loved the message. It cmsu.
Which brings me to the subject of Christmas cards. Um... I suck. I was going to mail some out, but I couldn't find my stock of these really cute Pooh cards. And then, you know, I forgot to do it because I'm lazy and I suck. I just plain suck. I suck a lot. And now, you all know I suck, but none of you will get to personally know just how much I suck. If that makes sense. So, yeah, um, just pretend like I sent a card. Or something.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:11 PM ... ||
Friday, December 19, 2003
PoohPops is getting upset with me. Seems like I keep getting boxes and boxes of stuff (none of which I have opened because squeee, I love surprises... ok, they'll be opened as soon as I stop being able to resist). He's still waiting for his digital camera which should have been here by now. Hey, Amazon may be a rip off sometimes, but at least they're prompt.
And, so, therefore, ergo.... not too happy with me. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:18 PM ... ||
My holidays are off to a smashing start.
Some bitch from Georgia tried to kill me today. On a two-lane exit, she insisted on coming over into the left lane. Apparently, the best time to change lanes is when there's absolutely NO clearance whatsoever between our cars. My front hood was pretty much beside her back door when bitch started coming over. Now, I hate using my horn unless someone's annoying the crap out of me or unless someone -- me -- is in mortal danger. I had my hand glued on that horn, so bitch moved back into her lane. And since I was already going pretty fast and the car behind me was tailing me, logic would dictate that I clear that bitch since she was going slower than me. Well, as soon as I was up by her front door, bitch decided to come over, to hell with the consequences. Hand. Horn. Bitch pushed me off-road, and let me just thank god the shoulder on the left side was huge because there was a cement wall right there and we were going around a curve.
Bitch.
What the hell good is a horn if dangerous people like that ignore them? What the hell would make someone switch lanes while the space in the other lane is already occupied by another car? Why the hell would they keep switching over if they were already warned off the first time? Thank God my reflexes were pretty fast, because I'm almost certain I saw my life flash before me -- and it wasn't good. Then bitch goes like a few yards and then cuts back into her lane. What pissed me off even more as I passed her ass and flipped her the bird, which bitch totally refused to look my way, her eyes were glued to the front... Bitch was wearing a Santa hat. Seriously. I wanted to ram my car into her just for that.
So... I may have some rage issues to deal with in the car, but right now, I'm totally hating on women drivers. Today was bad, and yesterday sucked ass. Some New York chick coming off an on-ramp from the right cut three lanes to get in front of me in the left lane, and then dropped her speed to 10 below the speed limit. I couldn't switch lanes because other cars were coming up the middle lane, and when I flashed the tard, nothing happened. Even after I honked, nothing happened. Finally another lane opened up on the left from an on-ramp, and when I passed the tard, tard was sitting up by the wheel, squinting through the window. If she were sitting any closer, her face would have been smushed against the front window. Seriously, if you don't know where you're going or you can't see or whatever, why the fuck are you driving in the left lane?
GRRRRRR.
Okay. That's enough ranting. Except to say that my internship has only been extended for 6-8 weeks into the new year. Sigh. I can hope that the project direction changes slightly and they'll ask me to stay after that, but I doubt it. I'm already coming to terms with the end of money influx. Must quit screwing around, finish thesis, and graduate. The other intern working with me just graduated from undergrad and I heard her on the phone today getting an offer from some other company. Hmm. I should probably start doing stuff. Bah.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:16 PM ... ||
Uhhh.....
Hmmm.
None of the computers in the lab like me. Will not open resume for me to touch up and print out. GRRRR. So tried to email to myself so I could open it on computer with no zip drive. Um.... had to send it twice because I never got the first one.
Ermm.... hopefully I didn't send it to some weird email address.... That would be pretty bad.
Argh. I was hoping to leave by lunch, but I'm stuck at work. I need to wait for the project leader to come "talk to me," so I can't even chat online right now. And the boss wants me to drop off the lab digital camera at his house. Let's not even consider that it's in the opposite direction that I'm going, I need to get gas, and I don't want to hit traffice in a few hours.
Also, was told that if I'd "like some more hours," I can come in over the holidays and work on starting the report for those millions of tissue data I have. *boggle* Can't think too much about that. I'm way too sleepy right now and am developing a low-grade headache. This morning at 6:30, I was roused awake and couldn't figure out why... until I heard that wonderful percussive beat of CRAP MUSIC. Oh, bitca stopped playing it... about the time I had to get up for work, so grrrrrrrrr. This is way worse than waking up to Rabbit playing her keyboard at 7 AM on Saturday and Sunday mornings.
So yeah... how's everyone else doing so far?
|| posted by Pooh at 1:14 PM ... ||
Thursday, December 18, 2003
|| posted by Pooh at 11:03 PM ... ||
It's 7:20 AM.
I forget.... did I turn on the stereo this morning? The one with the subwoofers and 10 speakers placed strategically around the room for maximum surroundsound?
Oh, that's right.... NO, I DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just saw the husband guy leave for work, and on came that frelling thing. Dude, that bitca is going down.
Argh. I didn't have Tissue Day yesterday so today I have to do tissue for yesterday and today. And go to a company meeting. And meet the boss to go over my resume. So.... I probably won't be home for awhile. Bahhhhhhh. Will not be happy. At all. And goody! I get to go in tomorrow special just to do all the measurements that are needed before the weekend. Excellent. Am in v.good mood right now.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:36 AM ... ||
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I hate living off-campus. Never had to deal with this shit in the grad dorms. Or hell, even back when I was living in the undergrad dorms.
Again this morning at 7 AM sharp. It's like drums and an electric guitar turned up high. My floor's a shaking and I'm not even responsible for it! Dammit. Even in the shower, I could hair the faint beatings of the bass line over the spray of water. That's just wrong. But how the hell do you tell a 50-something couple to turn off their fucking radio?
This whole apartment complex is frelled up. It's returned to tropical conditions in my room even though both windows are open. GRRR.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:35 AM ... ||
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
"You've got to prove that you're not some mad 'dinner-for-one girl' who secretly wants the bloke for herself."
"Do you want to run 'dinner-for-one girl' past us?"
"You know how some women go to the supermarket, and they see all those dinner-for-ones, and it's like you can hear them calling: 'Come to us, Sally Harper Pooh. Come join us.'"
"Yeah, I've noticed they do that, and it's always your name, isn't it?"
There's nothing wrong with being a Dinner-for-One girl. Absolutely nothing. Spurred on by Rach's trip to Chicago and her deep dish pizza story, I dropped by Uno's for a delicious individual-sized deep dish pizza. All for me. Yum. I'll admit it. I finished the whole damn thing this afternoon. Hmmm. How long do you think it'll take to reach my butt? Because I just checked and right now, the ass isn't looking too bad. LOL
Now... if only I can find a place that sells those champagne truffles. Mmmm.
I'm all for making a return trip to Chicago for FF'04 just for that. Or Toronto for the KIEF. Or LA because there's much stalking sightseeing to be had.
Speaking of KIEF... it's '24' night. ROWR.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:47 PM ... ||
Monday, December 15, 2003
Oh Jesus.
Last week I forgot my wallet.
This week I forgot my glasses. Grrrrrr. Oh, well. I'm not running back to get those. Sigh.
Wooohoooo!! for FF'04 or maybe just a mini-fest to get us going.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:22 PM ... ||
Chatting while at work is getting to be quite interesting.
First there's the snark with Rach.
Then there's outlining a business plan for our porn business with Steph.
Umm.... I'm not going to get in trouble since I'm using aimexpress, right? Right????
|| posted by Pooh at 6:05 PM ... ||
No Philly trip today because apparently they don't consider us a "priority" and therefore don't think it's too important to confirm whether or not they have viable cases for us to look at. So... stuck at work doing image analysis and verification analysis.
Well, image analysis is finished, and I'm waiting on the verification analysis. Boss is messing around with our only good controller and right now... it's all frelled up. So.... can't really do any verification analysis either, which sucks because I don't want to be starting it around 4 when I can be getting ready to go home early.
Boss mentioned he's got enough vacation time to start his holiday break on Friday. Only if we get called on Monday, we're going down to Philly. And then he asked if I planned on working through the end of that week -- December 24. Dude. Okay, fine, whatever. If I don't get my extension this week, then I'm working as many hours as possible. Or you know... just say I worked that day. No, wait!! I would never ever do that. No way. Nope.
Also found out today that I'm going to miss the department Christmas luncheon. See.... it's Tissue Day. Not that I was especially looking forward to it. It's just that we're allowed to leave right after, and I would have liked to have grabbed some free food and then just busted out of there. But no, instead, I'll probably be here until 6 again.
Now before I turn into a tard of negativity ---
I did mention that I didn't have to go to Philly today, right? Woohoo! Although I am craving a cheesesteak and ice cream right now. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:51 PM ... ||
Sunday, December 14, 2003
Hmmm. 9:11 PM on a Sunday night.
Why do I have this feeling I'm late for something? Like I'm supposed to be doing something right now? Or watching something? Or downloading something?
Very odd, this feeling. Ehhh. Oh well. It's probably just gas.
Question. Exactly how many times are they going to be showing that news conference about catching Saddam?
"We got him."
Ok, good for you. Btw, we need to work on your punchline. Dullest, lamest opening line for what is supposedly a great moment in history.... or something.
Dudes. I am SO in the mood for a trip. I need to be somewhere.... not here. And where there's no snow, preferably.
This afternoon I was contemplating California. Never been to L.A., and now that I have my disgusting VaughnLust, it might be nice to go admire him from up close. LOL.
Anyway, the last time I was down in that section of the country, it was my first cross country road trip. Actually, my first road trip ever. To San Jose. And I learned how to walk in the backseat (which might explain why I'm predisposed to other backseat things. I mean, erm....nevermind.) Anyway, it was a long time ago, and I hear they don't have snow down there. Right?
Hmm.... or maybe Hawaii....
|| posted by Pooh at 9:30 PM ... ||
Saturday, December 13, 2003
BOO-YAH!!!
Jersey, 2 - Flyers, 0
Merry Early Christmas to Pooh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:46 PM ... ||
I think I watch too much TV and way too many movies.
There's this - I'm assuming it is - corrections facility/detention center/really minimum security prison... thing in the city. We walked by it a few times. Two of the times, saw cops leading a handcuffed guy in through the garage door thing to what I guess is the processing area.
After watching 1 1/3 seasons of 'Oz,' the first thoughts through my head were "He better get a shank for protection" and "He better not drop the soap."
Oy. Maybe I should lay off the 'Oz' for awhile, huh?
|| posted by Pooh at 9:41 PM ... ||
So today was kinda screwy. Not sure if it's because I only look for screwy things, or if I was still operating under a faint haze of buzzed-ness from trying to keep up with/catch up to Steph in the drunkenness department last night. She beat me, of course, and she always will. LOL. It felt really good to just laugh and laugh and laugh. Been awhile since I've had one of those chats where I can't stop laughing my ass off. I totally blame it on Steph, Rach, and the rum I started sipping straight after my Coke ran out. (Btw... nasty.)
Anyway, I went into the city with the fam because I had a dentist appointment, they needed to get stuff, and I was more than willing to bum a ride off them.
Know what's gross? Watching a street vendor restock their apple supply and coughing all over them. Icccccccckkkkk! Which is probably why I didn't buy any. Well... that and because I'm slightly allergic to them (I think it's the pesticides, actually).
Stopped by at the aunt and uncle's office. Learned that the PoohDad's side of the family is visiting us for New Years. Ay carumba. Must remember to stock up on liquor for that event. The thing about running into relatives you don't normally hang out with is the increased potential for embarrassment. Over Thanksgiving, one of my cousins told me I should go to med school and become a doctor just because I look nice enough, care enough, and have a great bedside manner. Not sure how she knows that, but I'm sure the Kief would agree. I mean....um... And today, the aunt kept telling the PoohDad how "pretty" I've gotten. Pfffft. Something about my glowing, rosy complexion. Dude, I dare anyone not to get a rosy glow from walking around in the cold. PFFFFFFT. Besides, I'm pretty sure it was said more as a subtle snark on Thing1, who goes away every summer for vacation and without fail, comes back with an orange tan that would make even George Hamilton jealous. So of course I'd have really healthy skin -- it's because I never leave the frelling house, der. :P
Then went to see the dentist. He's a friend of the PoohDad, and I've been going to him since I was a little kid, which makes it hard to switch to one that's geographically closer. Every six months or so, he asks me about the love life. Oy. And today, right in the middle of my cleaning, he asks if I had gotten married recently. WTF? Apparently, he was looking at me and he kept picturing me in a wedding gown for some reason and couldn't remember if it was because he had been shown pics. Like, um.... No. So incredibly... no. Unless he's psychic and he knows about my geeky genius boyfriend. LOL. Pooh/Singer4Eva!
Came home. Had to sit in the car while PoohBro practiced parallel parking. Two weeks until he takes his test. I'm scared for my life and everyone else's. But I'm sure he'll do fine. However, I can no longer sit in the car with him while he's practicing. According to him, I'm too squeamish. *grips dashboard and seat* We were using garbage cans as cones and as I was fixing them, I slipped on the ice where the driveway met the road. And landed on my ass. While the PoohBro was sitting in the car and laughing his ass off. Bastard.
Roomie also called on the cell. Said his friend was mailing him something and he wanted to know where our mailbox was. Dude. Just DUDE. He's used that mailbox like once, and he never checks the mail, which is really bad for him since I've pretty much stopped, too. I check maybe once a week because I get home really late every day and I'm just too tired to walk all the way around the building just to pick up all those crappy circulars and HIS bills. All my mail (except for gas) goes to the PoohRents' and is always waiting in a neat pile whenever I go back so I really don't need to check. But he has absolutely no excuse. Where's the mailbox, indeed. Freaking tard.
And now I'm bored. Someone chat with me, dammit. Two more hours until Devs/Flyers game, part 2. Last night, hockeyboyfriend scored from behind the red line. He's marvelous. Yum. Also waiting to hear about this snowstorm we're getting tomorrow. *crosses fingers for only 1-2 inches* I'll probably end up staying until Monday morning since the commute to work from here isn't as bad as the commute from the apartment, and there's no new Alias so I don't feel pressed to get back and set the VCR.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:01 PM ... ||
Friday, December 12, 2003
What do you call a Rabbit that's not really a Rabbit?
Well... maybe... Roomie?
Let's start with how he's not Rabbit: When he's home, it's deathly silent in his room. Or I can hear the TV on. But mostly, it's really quiet. No guests; no orgies; no weird music or sounds or groans and moans. And he stays out all night, so except for maybe an hour or two at a time, our apartment is more like a timeshare. Heh.
How he's starting to be like Rabbit: It's the cooking thing. He's always cooking. He cooks dinner every single night. Sometimes there's weird smells coming from the kitchen (just like Rabbit). There's always lots and lots of cooking noises (just like Rabbit). He cooks at weird hours of the night (just like Rabbit). And recently, his favorite toy has been his juicer and food processor. So whenever he's cooking dinner - let's say at 11 PM - he's using those things. Dude. They're loud (just like Rabbit and her toys -- the kitchen toys, I mean...) He hasn't offered me a taste of anything (unlike Rabbit), so we'll have to work on that. Not sure if he uses sugar, though, although he does buy only organic/healthy food (the exact opposite of me).
Oh, and last night? He asked me about my rice because he borrowed some (without asking first, just like Rabbit) and decided that I had hella better rice than what he normally gets at the supermarket. Like, duh. Um, no offense to Uncle Ben, that is. And being the generous person that I am, I told him he could use my rice cooker, to which he asked: "How do you use one of those?" Um.... *boggles* Add rice and water, push down button, and... wait? So yeah, I had to open the thing up and go through all the steps. See? That wasn't too bad because he said he got it. Only wish Rabbit had asked me how to change the TP last year.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:32 PM ... ||
Dudes?
My Peter Jennings love is in full swing. Rowr! He picked Jon Stewart as his Person of the Week. Picture this: PJ interviewing JS. I really don't think I need to say more.
Hmm... or maybe only Rach would also squee at the combo. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:09 PM ... ||
Shit.
Got letter from credit card company. "Congrats on your increased credit line."
This is bad. Oh so very very incredibly unbelievably bad. *twitch* Must.Ignore.PoohGadgets.List. Also must ignore all wishlists for fear of urge to double- and triple-gift.
Manipulative credit card bastards!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:29 PM ... ||
Buying prezzies can be a hit or miss thing.
Picking a gift on your own is an iffy situation. I worry that people will hate it or tell you they love it when they're really meh'ing behind your back. (Thinking of a couple of friends in particular. *crosses fingers*) Choosing from a wishlist is fine because no matter what you get them, they'll like it. (Thinking of many friends in this case) Only problem with picking from a wishlist is the loss of the element of delighted suprise. They know what's on their list, and sometimes it's hard to know exactly which one they want the most -- which one will make them love your forever and ever and ever. (Like my list? Ehh, the items are nice, but makes no big difference to me because it's the thought that counts. Really. Yeah... I need to take my drugs now.) But when you know someone well enough to know when a particular item (even if it's on their wishlist) will be both a shock and enough to generate maximum squee-age....
For instance.
Meegzi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Meegzi: HAS ALL OF YOUR BABIES RIGHT NOW
Meegzi: THEY ALL JUST FLEW OUT OF ME
Meegzi: I CAN'T STOP SMILING
Meegzi: SIGH
Meegzi: you are TOO good to me!!!!!!!!!!!!
Meegzi: omg i'm just like......cradling it in my loving embrace
Meegzi: i literally squealed when i opened it - my mom was sitting right here
Meegzi: omg it's SO beautiful - i can't stop petting it
.... that's what makes buying prezzies so much fun. *has lots and lots of warm fuzzies* (But Megger's is easy to buy for. She always has that reaction no matter what. LOL)
BTW, absolutely none of you are going to have that same reaction to anything I got you guys for the holidays. I don't care enough to spend that much time picking out the most perfect gift for y'all. Ha!
|| posted by Pooh at 2:38 PM ... ||
Cripes.
Walked through the apartment. Just as I figured. Damn "music" is concentrated entirely under my bedroom. Under my desk, I believe.
Bastards.
No, I take it back. I've met the husband plenty of times and he's a very nice guy. It's his wife I've never met and who stays home during the day blasting her TV and... apparently... has a fondness for her stereo, too. Roomie has met her, and says she's a complete idiot which doesn't make me feel any better or more forgiving.
Ohthankgod! It's finally stopped. *crosses fingers*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:54 AM ... ||
Oh God. Oh God. OhGod.
Make it STOP!
At first I thought it was some jackass playing their bass really loudly outside. But now I'm pretty sure it's our neighbors downstairs. Ugh.
I don't normally work Fridays so all I ask is to be able to sleep in a bit and wake up on my own accord. This usually means around 9 or so since I don't normally sleep too late anyway. Thanks to the neighbors, I was rudely awaken at 7 by the entire apartment shaking to
bam BAM BAM dundundun
bam BAM BAM dundundun
bam BAM BAM dundundun
bam BAM BAM dundundun
bam BAM BAM dundundun
bam BAM BAM dundundun
bam BAM BAM dundundun
bam BAM BAM dundundun
I don't know what song it is, nor do I care. All I hear is the damn fucking bass boosted to extreme levels. It's very very uncomfortable and having this really nasty effect on me -- like my whole entire body is queasy or having an anxiety attack. Surely the human body isn't meant to be listening to only bass repeated over and over again. If it just varied a little, it wouldn't be so aggravating. I feel like my nervous system is being depressed. And surely, apartment living means you have the courtesy not to blast your fucking radio so loudly that early in the morning, especially if you're living on the first floor. If I lived on the first, I wouldn't mind so much since I'm pretty sure the floor wouldn't shake like we're in the middle of an earthquake. And what I don't get is the couple living below us is in their late middle age. Surely by that time they would have learned you don't need to blast your radio to enjoy it.
Dear god. I can't even hear my TV and it's turned up louder than what I usually set it at.
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
bum BUMBUM bum BUM bumbum
I miss Rabbit so much. At least when she played the same few bars a million times on her keyboard, it didn't make me feel sick to my stomach.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:38 AM ... ||
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Dude.
Okay, still have headache. Very icky.
Ended up using the 55 gallon drum for my water test. The hose? Best invention ever. Only took like 20 minutes to fill the blasted thing. And after the test was finished, only took like 20 minutes to empty the blasted thing. By hand. Using a bucket. The drum is more than half my height, so I was bent over most of the time. Well, bent over, ie, practically in the freaking thing. The last 5 or so gallons were awful until I managed to lift the sucker up and empty it into the sink. In hindsight, would have been better to do it outside so I could just tip the thing over. Well, after I emptied half of it because 55 gallons is a fucking lot.
But dude.
I actually had fun on Tissue Day, Part 2 and not because of the tissue. None of my devices used in the water test leaked so I had to bust them open to check for condensation.
Dude.
As Tim Taylor would say: More power! Arrr arrrr ARRR Arrr!
Or, um, something like that. LMAO. Because the dremel? Wonderful lovely powerful tool. My first time using it and it was as fun as the time I welded in middle school shop class. I've decided that power tools are so my thing. Only I wish I didn't get all this dust all over me. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:54 PM ... ||
I've got such a bad headache right now, I want to reach in through my eye sockets, grab my brain, and push it out through my nostrils.
Or it could just be my lack of glucose in my system to feed the brain. *smaps self for skipping lunch*
Hmm.... is it just me or is the room starting to spin....
|| posted by Pooh at 3:06 PM ... ||
Why yes, I'm busy so feel free to dump as much stuff on me as possible.
Tissue Day! It's Tissue Day, Part 2!! Weeeeeeeee!
*see the BIG FAT FUCKING HAPPY SMILE on my face* Now, *smap* Wake up.
So yeah, tissue is warming up in the bath, waiting for me to treat it and then marinate it, ahem, stain it. HOWEVER... oh, you totally knew that one was coming... However, now my controller doesn't work. Yes, I've narrowed it down to the controller's fault and not my stupid chips. I know this because I've tested the chips on another controller and they work there. I can't use that other controller because it hasn't been modified for me to use my stupid LabView pogram. (I hate being an engineering intern.)
But of course, I thought this wouldn't take long to do today, and my other boss asks me to do him a favor and test some camera bodies for him. No prob since I just let it sit in a tub of water for half an hour, then measure the amount of water that's seeped into each device. HOWEVER... yeah, oh yeah... I need to find a container that will fit 39 inches of water. That's height, baby. And then I'll need to find something to weigh down the devices, which won't be an issue right now because I can't find that container. Motherfreller. The tallest is our biohazard container (half-full already) and that's still about half a foot too short. ARGH.
Oh, and just because I'm having all these issues and am in need of guidance, means NO ONE is at their desks to answer my questions. Of course they aren't. BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE TOO EASY!!
I feel a headache coming on. Tis not good.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:18 AM ... ||
Rain, rain, go away. Come again... whenever I can play, ie. not a work day.
It's beginning to look like a horrible, horrible day.
Umbrella blew open twice just walking from parking lot to building. Shut up.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:51 AM ... ||
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
I love weddings. Don't you? I can't wait to pick out a dress and the wedding china. La la la.
Woohoo! So far the system restore seems to have fixed my computer problem(s). So far. Watch me jinx myself. Sigh.
Now that I don't have to worry about that, I can go back to being nauseous. Blah to ickiness. Not helped by sub-freezing temps in the bathroom, and walking outside in the cold rain because I forgot I parked in the other lot. Did get a good look at the melting snowline at work. Dude? It's kinda freaky, but I think they have astroturf. Why else would the grass look a perfectly healthy dark green?
And so ends my rambles for now. Another long day tomorrow, which means GrumpyPooh (tm Onesy) and mucho ranting. Excellent.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:39 PM ... ||
LMFAO.
I had emailed customer service at bluemountain because they sent me an email telling me that my paid membership was being renewed, when I had already cancelled my free trial membership over a year ago. WTF? Anyway, I bitched at them and signed the email with my name. So of course I get a response from some cust.serv. guy with the heading "Dear Pooh" just because that's what my email addy is set to. *snert* Seeing "Dear Pooh" on a "business-y" type of email is really messed up.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:17 PM ... ||
So leaving early today? Yeahhhhh, right.
You know those stupid chips had it in for me. Winter+low humidity+Pooh=BigStaticClingPooh. It's bad enough that I hate touching anything metal. I spark, dude. Big arcs of pretty blue sparks. Also, I squeak, loudly. Shut up. You would, too, if you sometimes had huge bolts of electricity shooting out from your fingertips at unexpected moments. *crackle crackle* And apparently, even after I discharge, those bastard EPROM chips can still be zapped dead by a tiny bit of residual static.
*kicks computer*
We went through about 6 of them just to get 2 good ones. And even then, they kept frelling with me. They'll work one time, then not work the next two times, then work the third time.... Oy. So now I'm still stuck at work when I was so hoping I'd be home by now. *sob*
And the boss would like it if I swung by the science library to get him an article. Yeah, so not what I want to do tonight when I don't feel well. So he'll just have to wait. Hrmph. I'm not scared of him. Nope. Especially not after he took my X2 dvd home with him. *waves byebye to geek boyfriend* Sigh. Can I go home yet? Dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:01 PM ... ||
Now all THREE of my EPROM chips are frelled. WTF.
*bangs head* Owie. *rubs head*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:40 AM ... ||
No joke this time. Not like the last time I was ready to fake it just to get out of work. I'm really feeling queasy today. Like something slowly eating away at my stomach, but I know it's not an ulcer. Very icky feeling. Also, only functioning on 2 hours of sleep. I was exhausted but way too wired last night. Would have been nice to have genius geek boyfriend around to tire me out properly. Note to self: No more mochas in the afternoon on a work night.
Sigh. But I can't leave. Have tissue experiments today. Argh. Also, one of my EEPROM chips (ooooh, it's like Alias! whatever) is frelled up and cannot make new one until afternoon. GRRRR. I'm dying here. I just want to curl up in a fetal position and sleep. Sigh. Also very worried about computer - stupid technology.
Other than that... I can't wait to get home and finish Xmas shopping. I've decided that while I love receiving gifts, I really do think I love giving prezzies more. Just something about potential receiver squee-age that makes me all warm and fuzzy (can't wait for Meg to get hers, as long as she doesn't already have one). I only wish my wallet agreed with this nasty habit of mine. That said.... let me direct you all to the big screen TV and iPod on my Amazon wishlist. Most of the stuff on there is crap, things I can do with or without. But that TV? Dude. I'll love you forever and ever and will perform kinks at your request.
P.S. Grandpa is doing perfectly fine. For a guy that's 90, mini-stroke is surprisingly the only major health crisis he's ever had. *knock on wood*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:55 AM ... ||
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
I'm too excited and giddy to write anything about '24.' I love love love this ep. Well, except for Anne. She can leave now and die a slow horrible death on a different show; she needs to quit screwing around with this one. The ending? Weeeeeeeeeee! Now that's wha I call a TWIST! And I didn't call it OR even consider it before. Shocking, right? I know I am. LOL.
*does happy 24 dance*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:12 PM ... ||
Watched X2 again last night because the boss is borrowing my dvd tomorrow. Hugh's nice, but it's really all about the genius geeks behind the camera, ya know. Which brings me to this: I love friends who encourage obsession. I love that Onesy and I can start a new one from out of the blue and then feed it like crazy. Pooh/Singer4eva! LMAO. *huggles geeky boyfriend*
Things I did on my day off
1. Got wallet ( v.v.v.important)
2. Dropped by B&N by house, bought 3 books (shut up)
3. Stopped by science library to copy article for boss; parked in no-no space (as a grad student paying $120 for a parking permit, I should be allowed to park wherever I please, dammit). Did not get ticket. Phew.
4. Went to student center to pick up package; parked in no-no space (better not push luck)
5. Went to supermarket. Stood in line behind lady with too many items in express lane. 4 coupons were actually for crackers, not cookies so had to wait for cashier to deduct all 8 packages of cookies (EIGHT!) which ended up being half of her bill, or about $20. Dude. First she's in the wrong lane, then she can't read her coupons, then she waits until the end to decide she doesn't want the cookies, then I had to wait for her to return all of them. And no, I'm not in awe that lady was buying EIGHT freaking packages of cookies, because seriously... that's a crazy lot of cookies.
6. Went searching for a Borders near the apartment. Had to make 3 u-turns on Route ## because I'm a tard and kept missing the entrance. Grrrr. Snatched up the Alias mag... and 2 more books (it's a disease). Mag better be worth it since that was the only place that had it.
7. Got my large mocha. Yummmmmm.
Things still to do
1. Watch Kief.
2. Update resume.
3. Drool over Kief.
4. Buy prezzies.
5. Lick Kief.
Hmm. Now I have an Alias magazine and my Love Actually book. Which one should I read first? Decisions, decisions.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:58 PM ... ||
*kicks blogger* Behave, dammit!
How do you know today's going to be one of those days?
~ When you wake up in the morning and can't find your glasses, then remember that you don't have your glasses because you had to rush back to the 'rents after work due to the wallet situation.
~ When you decide to brush your teeth before putting in your contacts and miss your mouth entirely, getting toothpaste all over your cheek.
~ When you put your contacts in and see that your hair is all over the freaking place and won't behave.
~ When your cell rings right in the middle of putting in contacts, you run out to get it thinking it might be a 'rent or someone important, almost trip over your feet (because, hello, blind), you just miss the call, and it turns out to be a bugger from an unlisted number who didn't bother to leave a voicemail.
~ When your right contact is bugging the hell out of you but you can't do anything about it because you need them to drive.
~ When you realize you wore your last pair of good jeans out of here last weekend so you have to rewear your work clothes from last night because you still have a ton of errands to run before you can go back to the apartment to change.
~ When you remember you were supposed to update your resume for the project leader and... okay, in all fairness, I didn't really forget, I just procrastinated because I hate looking at that thing. *SHUDDER*
It's only 8.51 AM. *bangs head*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:51 AM ... ||
Monday, December 08, 2003
Very vexing.
I wish people wouldn't try to tempt me so. I hate challenges - blatant or not, direct or not. Gives me the itch to do something spontaneous. But then I remember I'm very passive, and not nearly as high on my love addiction (like last week and therefore less prone to do impulsive things), and I don't. Sigh.
Bad news.
Sis im'ed to say Grandpa had mini-stroke. Very upsetting. :( :(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:53 PM ... ||
One said I needed more snark. Since I'm taking a break from the love and from planning that wedding (lmfao), I might as well let 'er rip.
I hate cars with xenon lights. Some jackass was tailing me almost all the way home on the highway and at first, I thought it was a tractor trailer. But no.... it turned out to be a baby SVU with their lights on high. I think their fog lights were xenon, too. Bastards. Almost blinded me, and I'm pretty blind to begin with already. Hrmph.
The bathrooms at work are FREEZING. No kidding. I walked in and almost froze my ass off. Hell, I might as well have gone outside without my coat on and just peed in the bushes. It was THAT cold. Ran into friend N in there, and yes... we giggled. Dammit, we're girls, and freezing in the bathroom is just wrong. So we went and got a digital lab thermometer and brought it back into the bathroom. Shut up. It's an experiment. Dude. 38 degrees? I don't think the thermometer has been calibrated any time recently, but still.... that's cold, yo.
Pulled into the driveway and saw some big ugly skulking thing. Thought it was a huge raccoon (you never know) or one of the nasty cats that always poop up our lawn. Was neither. Pulled up halfway and turned out to be some mangy dog, just pacing back and forth on our driveway. It came right up to the car and disappeared somewhere by the passenger side front wheel so I had to stop. Got out of the car and tried to call to it. "Thing 2?? Is that you?" (Heh... don't tell her I said that) When no answer was forthcoming, concluded that it didn't belong to us. (la la la) Tried to shoo it away; it did not budge. Tried to reach down to see what was hanging around its neck; it tried to bite me. DUDE. That's a big fat no-no. So I honk the horn a few times (ok, I like dogs, just not strange wild looking ones), but it just continued to rub up against the car. Ew. Finally, it moved over to the neighbor's lawn and I could pull into the driveway. Then called animal control. Frell that.
Okay, fun stuff....
Who wants what for Christmas? I have an idea what to get a bunch of people, but who wants the nekkidPooh pic?
Right. That one goes to the new fiancee. (Not that he'll be too interested, though) Rowr.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:04 PM ... ||
*bangs head*
Meeting I thought would last 2 hours at the most? Yeah, just finished. I know... *whine, whine, whine* But it meant that I didn't get to finish the other stuff I had to do.
Why?
I'll tell you. Because I like letting people know what a tard I am. I had a 5 min break from the meeting and tried to buy my daily Coke. Did not happen because I could not find my stupid wallet. And where is this wallet, you may ask?
AT HOME!!!!!!!
I've been driving all over the place yesterday and today without my license. I could have sworn it was in my bag. The frell. So instead of going back to the apartment and rewatching Alias, I get to go back to the 'rents and get a real meal and my old bed. Even worse is both my BJD tape and dvd are at the apartment. But at least I get to rewatch my new fiancee (according to Onesy).
I haven't figured out how to do it yet, but I blame this ALL on CowboyWill and Sark smacking his forehead into a door.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:50 PM ... ||
12:01 PM.
Dear GOD! Will this day EVER end?!?!?!?!?!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:01 PM ... ||
Hope everyone's wish lists are up to date. Getting ready to do my online Christmas shopping today. La la la. I've got my eye on a huge Mrs. Fields cookie tin. Who wants it? Oh, right. Me. La la la....
Hmm. I'm craving a hoagie right now.....
|| posted by Pooh at 11:24 AM ... ||
You know what's stupid? Not to mention incredibly lazy?
Not even bothering to clean the 6 inches of snow off your car. Okay, I understand not getting the roof of the car. I even understand maybe an inch or two on the hood and back. But we had pretty powdery stuff, and if you can't even bother to brush off a couple inches from your hood OR from your windshield... well, that's just STUPID. In case you were wondering... saw some dickwad pull onto the highway with just one tiny hole cleared in the windshield (maybe four inches in diameter around eye-level) and 6 inches of snow packed onto the car everywhere else. Argh. Dumbfucks.
The roads by the apartment are iced up. I hate winter. Must move some place warm and not so aggravating.
Stuck at work. It's a little after 10 and I'm already thinking of ways to get myself out of here. Really do not want to be here. Boss is coming in late. Hmmm. Maybe a really bad tummyache? Oncoming flu?
Explorer on my desktop keeps crashing. Sometimes the browsers close by themselves. Other times I get something about an error in USER.EXE whenever I try to enter a URL. Occurs every 30 minutes or so and ends up closing all my windows. Been happening almost every day since last Thursday. WTF. I've done all the virus and spyware checks, and updated all my critical packs for Windows. What else could it be, because it's getting pretty damn annoying.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:24 AM ... ||
Sunday, December 07, 2003
Thing2 sent me a bunch of wacky stuff:
~ I Want Some Fat Babes. And no... I don't think she was trying to tell me something. So there. LOL.
~ Dirty Baby
~ Masturbation Melody. Not that I would know anything about that.
~ Saddam From Iraq
~ One more for Saddam. There Were 3 of Us
Okay, must make her stop, because this is starting to get kinda sick. LOL.
P.S. You might need to install Shockwave.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:53 PM ... ||
Too busy being amused by Onesy trying to plan my wedding to Bryan Singer to snark on Alias. LMAO.
Also waiting for the dl to finish. So count on it happening tomorrow. Right now, all I've got is....
Will: Bah!
Jack: Woo!
Sark: Yeesh.
Sloane: Yum.
Vaughn: *cuff and tackle*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:25 PM ... ||
We took the yardstick out today. 8 inches at home, which I helped shovel even though the dad has a snowblower. 12 inches at the apartment, but I didn't have to lift a finger since the Roomie took my parking space and cleared it. I don't mind putting him to work.
Got to watch the rest of the commentaries on the Alias S2 dvds. They really need to do more of them. 4 ep commentaries per season is kinda pathetic, ya know? Even though they were meh compared to some of the other kickass dvd commentaries I've listened to, it was pretty amusing to hear all the laughing. The Alias cast and writers, etc. are quite a giggly bunch. Quite.
Onesy - I found my BJD dvd. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 6:58 PM ... ||
Saturday, December 06, 2003
ARGGGGHHHH!
I'm going stir-crazy. It's not a pretty sight. Never in my life have I EVER wanted to get out of the house this much. *pulls hair*
I slept in until almost noon, which is just crazy for me (too much sleep makes my head hurt like a hangover, and I'm feeling like that right now). Then proceeded to watch a gazillion DVDs I've already seen before, and when that got boring, started to look for the easter eggs on them. Just started the laundry, but that's boring as hell. There aren't even any snacks or stuff in the house, and what little there is, the dad and I are splitting between the TVs we've both commandeered. The only people who are obliviously happy right now are the dad and his soaps, and the bro and his video games. The mom's stuck in NY, and the Things have friends and stuff.
I can't believe I actually want to go out and socialize. Find some great friends and do something crazy, like when the friend C and I trudged over a mile in blizzard conditions when we were in college, just to get ice cream (we wanted a good story to tell, heh). If I were at the apartment right now, I'd probably be bored enough to start writing again.
I'm going out of my freaking mind. Even going outside to shovel (about 6 inches when I ran out to get the paper) sounds pretty fun. Of course, that'll change pretty quick when I'm actually out there. What I wouldn't give for two hours at B&N... and maybe a mocha or a bubble tea. And some chips.
*bangs head*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:27 PM ... ||
Friday, December 05, 2003
NO!
No.
Uh, no.
Nooooooo.
NO.
I need to practice saying that. Stupid little word has given me more trouble than it's worth. Seriously, how hard can it be to say it? I think my tongue is rebelling against the "o."
Roomie: Can you foot part of my rent this month? I'm a little strapped for cash.
Pooh: Errr...no.
PoohBro: Can you buy me that video game?
Pooh: N-O.
Thing1: Can you do me a favor?
Pooh: HELL no.
TheKief: Hold my gun and my pants?
Pooh: N-yeah, ok, if I have to.
Boss: Are you coming in to the afternoon meeting?
Pooh: Uhh... uhh.... no?
Darcy: Marry me, have lots of sex with me, and have a bunch of tiny Darcy babies?
Pooh: Fuck YES.
Okay... so that little exercise didn't really help. Anyway, it's snowing, and I'm going to that stupid meeting. BAH.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:14 PM ... ||
Rowr!
Love passionately, obsessively and completely, and ye shall receive.
It's Darcy week.