Friday, January 30, 2004
Oh boy. I've got the biggest, hugest, most magnificent craving for donuts. Or rather, more specifically, Dunkin Donuts donuts. And their coffee. Ok, in all honesty, the donuts are just an excuse for me to get coffee. Man, what I wouldn't give for some DD coffee right now.
Also, what I wouldn't give to have seen V's head explode in pure boggle-osity when he clicked on that Hitchhiker's link. Mwahahahaha.
Hmm. I'm home now and I just tried on my old dressy shoes. I'm glad I finally found them -- they were under the driver's seat of the Poohmobile. Don't ask. Anyway, am sorta miffed that they're tight. Dammit. Don't tell me my feet got fat. Grrrr. Now all I need to do is find some black pants that fit. For some reason, all my nice black pants are too long unless I wear my clunky boots with them -- probably not a nice idea this weekend.
If I end up blogging this weekend and I start sounding callous and the morbid humor comes out, don't worry. It's just my way of coping with Sad Sucky Shit.
And now, I must take a nap. Was woken up really early this morning by some stupid girl in a sports car parked right in front of my apartment. Stupid Girl was spinning her wheels for a good 20 minutes (I timed her based on the number of times I hit snooze on the alarm). Non-stop. I felt bad for her car. After some time of non-stop spinning, it was starting to make funky noises. You'd think after a few minutes she would have gotten out of the car and maybe tried to do something like, I don't know, dig at the snow a bit or try to chip at the ice. But maybe that's me being too logical or whatever. If the solution's too easy, then life's not worth living, right? Oh well.
And YAY for TBS showing the DC K-mart episode. *swoon* Too bad I missed the first 20 minutes. Again. *grumble* One of these days, I'm going to catch the beginning. That'll be my resolution for February. That and stalking The Kief.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:54 PM ... ||
This bit of news is for V: HITCHHIKER'S casting is confirmed
Hmm. HMMM. Having reread the book this past week, I can't wait to see how this pans out. Well, okay, mostly, I just want to see Martin because he's adorable. (plus, Tim&Dawn4EVA! although that doesn't necessarily apply here)
Also, this cracked me up for some reason. Go, JOE!. Scary. Very very scary. But I'm glad I know, 'cuz you know... Knowing is half the battle. (Would it be sad of me to mention that I had a crush on Duke? I know, I know. Borrrrriiiiing. Oh well, can't ever say I was ever actually interesting.)
Something to ponder... other than what will no doubt be a very frightening JOE debacle. Why is it when I'm not thinking about my clothes, it feels like I'm always wearing black. Yet, when I actively try to find something black to wear... nothing. I'm stumped.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:36 AM ... ||
Thursday, January 29, 2004
We had a two hour meeting at work today. Scheduled for 3PM. And like all work meetings, this one went over about an hour. Ugh. But I rocked it. I was all over it, asking questions, making comments, yadda yadda. Hmm... in hindsight, that extra 40 minutes was probably my fault, huh? Yeah, never going to do that ever again. Bleh.
Yesterday, friend N and I had made plans for this weekend. I was going to go with her and some of her friends to see Big Fish. She was going to introduce me to "a friend" -- a 30 year old, not too bad-looking with a good job, friend. Yeah, total set-up, and she didn't even bother being subtle about it. And since there's no new Alias ep this Sunday, I thought I would entertain y'all with "new friend" snark.
Except I can't go (nor do I want to go, at least not this weekend anyway) due to Sad Thing.
I feel guilty for not feeling guilty about not being sad over Very Sad Thing. But what can I do? I've been sort of preparing for it over the past month or so. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 8:12 PM ... ||
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
I hate working.
We got about 4 inches of snow and freezing rain (there's still flurries), and only a delayed opening. So I am back at work. Last night, all the townships had pretty much decided to cancel school in anticipation of all the snow (some people got about 10 inches, but HOW would they know that for sure, ya know?). So now I'm thinking... maybe I should give up the pay and the potential for layoffs and forgo industry work. If I were a teacher, I'd still be in bed right now. *sigh*
I didn't order any tongues for today because you know... optimism. Go figure. The one day I decide to let go of all my bitter cynicism (most of which is feigned) and grasp onto optimistic hope... is the one day Reality decides to remind me that who am I kidding? So now I must go find something and be "productive."
Last night, I found out that my friend, the only other person in my lab that I was slacking off as much as me... she defended her masters in December and graduated this month. She's still there for her PhD (which so isn't going to happen because she doesn't want to), but DAMN. I was supposed to finish before her! And now I'm the last one. Well, last except for my other friend, but he's married to a doctor and now playing house in Maryland. GRRR.
Also... thanks to gahnc, I am spoiled spoiled spoiled for the next few eps of 24. And DAMMIT! Take.It.Back. I tried to stop reading. I honestly did. But these stupid eyes of mine just kept going and going and going. And now I hate myself. Ok, I'm still kinda squealing and gasping and denying different aspects of the spoilerage, but.... DAMMIT!!!!!
*meep* I wish I didn't know.
'Cuz dude. Those are some twisteriffic twisty twists, ya know.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:26 AM ... ||
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
I'd post something quick about tonight's episode of 24....
Sadly, I'm too drunk on KiefLust right now from those SluttyDrunkKiefer posts, hot sexy Kiefer pics, the Kief/Nina lusty and violent encounter, and Kief trying not to grieve for The Lips....
that posting anything coherent about the episode may be a problem.
Except I can say this: The Palmer storyline SUCKS. Sherry snark rocks. Kim is still a whiny bitch who deserves her new assignment.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:10 PM ... ||
Oh God. Oh God. OHGOD.
I mean... Oh Kief. OhKief. OHKIEF!
The Kiefer is a SluttyDrunk!!!
Thanks to Trix for the link. Once I stop squeeing, I'm packing my bags for wherever he is right now. Rowr.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:39 PM ... ||
Monday, January 26, 2004
Rant o'Pooh
More rants, one post.
1. The Car Switcheroo
PoohBro is pissed at me because the PoohDad made him switch cars with me. Even though Thing1's car is newer, I'd rather not drive it. I'm too used to the Poohmobile. I have all the controls memorized; I know just how the brakes react; I've got all my blind spots figured out. I don't like driving cars I'm not used to, no matter how much newer or nicer they are.
Thing1's Civic is nice. No wonder PoohBro has pretty much claimed it for himself. Unfortunately, the car isn't under the PoohDad's insurance, and therefore, he's not really allowed to drive it. The car also isn't insured under my name, but PoohDad figures I'll be more responsible and can buy the car off Thing1 since she no longer wants it now that she "lives in The City." (Whatever.) Here's the thing... I don't want it either. The car butt is higher than the front (something I've noticed with a lot of new compact designs), which I hate. Hate, hate, hate, hate. I just could not figure out the blind spots. And everytime I whipped my head around to check for cars, etc, I got an eyeful of the backseat, or the headrests, or the windowframe. Also, since I can't really see the back, I still can't get a feel for the length of the car, which isn't so much a problem since I don't really do much parallel parking. But GRRRRR. I'm so lucky I didn't get into any accidents today. Why why why would anyone think having the car butt higher in relation to the car front would be a good thing? Especially when you're sitting pretty level with the front. Dumbasses. Also, this morning on the way to work, I could not figure out how get the window washer to work. Everything seems backwards in this stupid car. It got so bad, I ended up swerving in and out behind trucks, just trying to catch some of the moisture they were throwing up so I could clean my windows. And after work, I sat in the parking lot for 5 minutes trying to figure out all the buttons. I think I got half of them. Argh. So, yeah. I don't want this car. I positively hate it, and I wish I could switch back. Dammit. Sadly, the Poohmobile is still technically the dad's car, so I can't. Hrmph.
2. Damn Fucking Cold/Snow
Got about one inch this morning. Expect about a foot starting sometime tomorrow until Wednesday. Good grief. I need a vacation. If it's snowing tomorrow, I'm not going into school to get back on track. Ermm... okay, that was probably going to happen anyway, even if it doesn't snow. If it's snowing or there's a lot of snow on Wednesday, I've decided I'm playing hooky from work. Eh. Who cares? Not me.
I had a carton of milk in the car trunk all day. It was about 18 degrees today, so I figured it'd be okay until I came back from Philly. Well, I just busted it open and there's chunks in it. Heh. Nice, slushy chunks of milk. Yummy. Too bad they all pretty much melted as soon as they hit the glass. You know, because it's still a sauna in this stupid apartment.
3. Speaking of Crappy Work
I ended up going to Philly in the Project Leader's car - this big SUV with seat warmers and that wireless phone thingamabob. We had some fun, but only because we kept running into problems with the windshield washer fluid. Both spouts kept getting frozen over, while we were driving. The Immediate Supervisor and Team Leader were following in another car, and the running joke was we'd never get to Philly since we had to keep stopping to try to clear the spouts. Anyway, we got down there, I showed everyone how to set things up..... and then we found out we had no case. Grrrr. So we went out for lunch. LUNCH! So now I'm scrounging for dinner back at the apartment. Damn, I miss coming home with dinner for tonight and tomorrow. Sigh. Because I didn't get to show them everything, we get to do it all over again next week. And maybe the week after that.
Also, found out that one of my old bosses also got the boot, which is crazy. We're talking about a guy who knew everything. I'm talking EVERYTHING. Just boggles my mind that someone like him would get laid-off. Crazy. He's also the guy who asked me to send him my pic for that thing they were doing. So.... if you think about it.... they were the last two people I talked to on Wednesday, the day before the boot came and kicked all the good people out. Hence, ergo, therefore... I am bad luck. Or, how some people back in undergrad used to like to call me, "The Root of All Evil." Damn. I just hate when it gets proven, ya know?
Anyway, now that I'm the only one left who knows all the stuff my old boss and I were doing, I've been asked to stay until mid/end-March instead of mid-February. I have a very bad feeling about it, like they're going to treat me more like a full-time employee with a full-time workload instead of an intern with part-time hours. But the pay is still good. So... fuck it. I'll be their bitch for a little while longer. And if I'm lucky, I'll get to go to Mexico next month since they're trying to duplicate the Philly experiment down there. Ok, fine, my luck isn't that great now that it's confirmed that I'm the Root of All Evil. Sigh.
4. Of Neighbors and Car Alarms
Argh. ARGH. ARGGGGHHHHHH!!!
Let me preface this particular rant by saying that while I live in Suburbia, our particular neighborhood, though mostly middle- to upper-middle-class, has its share of trashy people. For example, our next door neighbor has 7 people living in a one-story, tiny house. The people down the street likes to park their SUV on their lawn, but they've got a pretty big lawn and a tiny driveway. A new family that moved in further down the street still turns on their outdoor Christmas lights (at the end of January). And somewhere at the end of the block, there's a family with a low-rider on their tiny front lawn. But overall, we're pretty non-hick-y. Our neighbor directly across the street from us used to be the chief of our fire department, his wife used to be our elementary school crossing guard, and their son used to be our mechanic. And their neighbor just had an entire floor added to their house. Anyway....
Sunday morning, around 5AM, I was rudely awakened by a loud horn-like sound. That kept going. And going. And going. AND GOING. AND GOING. Using sheer willpower, I tried to ignore it, but it sounded like it was happening right outside my window. So I pulled the covers and pillows over my head and silently cussed out the neighbors, telling them to lay off the car horn. Turned out to be a car alarm gone loco. And we're not talking about one of those alarms that goes through a whole range of melodies. We're talking about one those movie things where the bad guys are behind the wheel, get shot and killed, their head falls forward, lands on the car horn, and stays there.
Then I heard the PoohDad walking around. I think he was actually already up. Heard him open the door and test the car alarm for one car. Phew. Not us. Then for another car. Phew. Not us. There was no third car test, because that car was in the garage. Then I heard a pause, and the PoohDad calling and waking up Thing2 because he couldn't find her car keys. So I heard them running to find those keys, the alarm test (not us again), and still.... hoooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Finally, unable to take it, I get out of bed and join the commotion by the livingroom window. We're glancing outside, trying to figure out what dumbass is sleeping through that godawful noise. It was already going for over 5 minutes, which is fucked up since a lot of alarms nowadays shut off after awhile. But nope, not this one. And we couldn't be absolutely certain it was an alarm since none of the cars on the block had their headlights going crazy with the alarm. It got so bad, our neighbor across the street (ex-fire chief) came out, checked things out, then went back into the house. I was so hoping he'd call his friends in to bust down some doors as I was just itching to get the cops out there to cite some people for disturbing my sleep. But in general, everyone seemed to be minding their own business. Dude. This is suburbia. It's not the city, where, yeah... my alarm could go off, and I'd say, fuck it, and roll over in bed. No... in suburbia, you bust your ass out of bed, shut off your alarm, and apologize like hell that you woke everyone up at 5AM on a Sunday morning.
So finally, we sorta figure out that the alarm is coming from next door (hence why it sounded like it was coming from right outside my window). What we couldn't figure out was why it was still going when next door had their lights on. Thing2 was ready to go out there and pound on their door when PoohDad decided to do it instead. He's much nicer than Thing2. He came back a minute later to say that it was one of the neighbor's cars that was parked on the street. We're talking OLD, FUGLY, ASS car. Why they had an alarm on that car... no fucking clue. Anyway, it turned out that the mother (or maybe the daughter, or someone) was actually standing at the door, looking out on the street, trying to figure out which neighbor had the annoying car... when it turned out to be THEM. Fucktards. It was most likely some kind of malfunction with the car, and yeah, the headlights weren't going crazy like they usually do when the alarm goes off, but still... how hard is it to just test your car alarm just in case? It took us two seconds to figure out it wasn't us.
Anyway, after that was finished, the PoohDad asked us if we wanted to go into the city for dim sum since we had to meet our cousins in Brooklyn for lunch anyway. Um... no thanks, we ended up back in bed. And five minutes later.... HOOOOOONNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, yeah. That punkass alarm went off again. This time, it only took them about a minute to turn it off, but the damn thing just didn't want to shut up. I think it took a good two or three tries before it stopped. And then wonderful silence. Until about ten minutes later. When it went off again. And again took another three tries before it would shut off. Three was the lucky number, and it didn't go off again. GRRRR.
And after that, the PoohDad made his rounds trying to get us to wake up to go into the city for breakfast. Um, yeah... no fucking way. Again. I don't care how hungry he kept saying he was. It was only 6:30 in the morning, dammit. Anyway, we ended up in the city a few hours later, but not for breakfast. THANK GOD. Because it took us forever to find a place to park in Chinatown. We ended up buying some pastries, but it was freezing outside, and there were Chinese New Year festivities planned that entire weekend. All the floats for the parade were out... All the goddamn tourists were out.... All the GODDAMN TOURISTS WHO JUST STAND THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING SIDEWALK TO TAKE PICTURES OF ABSOLUTELY NOTHING were out blocking the pedestrian traffic. I couldn't figure out why they were all taking pictures of empty parade floats when the dragons were out in full force down the block. Seriously, people, get a clue. Anyway, the PoohDad was upset he didn't bring his new digital camera out for a test run; the PoohBro was bitching as usual; Thing2 did absolutely nothing; and I was amazed at the senior citizens of Chinatown lined up in parade formation, ready to go, in below zero degree weather. Crazy, yo. Just crazy.
Anyway, lunch with the Dad's side of the family sucked, except for the red envelopes.
In other news, the PoohMom was not seen all weekend. She was with GrampaPooh because he's back in the hospital again. And septic. Sighness.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:32 PM ... ||
Friday, January 23, 2004
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JENAI!!!
*sends The Kief over to give you birthday spanks*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:31 PM ... ||
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.........
gggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh
Just got a voicemail from another boss at work. (LOL. Just realized I call everyone "boss." But this one is the Team Leader, as opposed to the Project Leader, who also isn't my Immediate Supervisor, or even the Head of the Dept who used to be both my OldOldBoss/Immediate Supervisor/Project Leader. And none of them are my old boss/big brother.) Old boss and I were the only ones who ever went down to Philly for our tests because Everyone Else was too "busy" or didn't want to go. Now that old boss went bye bye, Everyone Else is trying to figure out how to pick up the slack. Damn if I weren't hoping things would be just a bit too disorganized for us to go back to Philly for a couple of weeks (like, not until after I leave).
Anywho, I got the call this afternoon. The Team Leader and my Immediate Supervisor are going to come with me to Philly on Monday. It's my show. I'll have to tell them how to do all sorts of things... which might be a problem. I can run the tests no problem because I've been doing that for months now. But the old boss used to handle all the admin staff at the hospital so I don't really know who they are. He also handled all the tissue dissection, etc., which I also don't know anything about since it's just slightly different than the dissections I do with my own tongue experiments. So yeah, this will be interesting, and They better not find a way to blame this crap on me if things don't go smoothly.
This is going to suck big time. I used to carpool with the old boss so I didn't have to drive. We used to always get dinner afterwards, and he and I would always order extra food for take-out for "tomorrow's" dinner, too. Heh. Then we'd always get ice cream, too. So you see my problem? Not only did I break in the old boss and get him used to my quirks and freakiness (heck, he even knew my TV-watching schedule), he also fed me (quite well, I might add). I can already guess what's going to happen on Monday -- absolutely none of that. Oh, we may get lunch or dinner depending on how long we end up staying, but damn if I'll be lucky enough to order two extra entrees to go.
Oh, and the Project Leader and ThisOtherGuy might also be coming with us. Woohoo! Except for the Immediate Supervisor (aka DumbassFlyersFan) and maybe TheOtherGuy, they're all very much older than me, probably won't get any of my quirks, and may be way too serious for "chatting." Sigh. Might have to put on my serious, professional, game face on for Monday.
Memo to self: Don't slide off chair in Philly like I did two weeks ago. (Hmmm... I never blogged about that incident, did I? And I NEVER will! Except maybe to say: "OooooMPH!") Might be more embarrassing to do it in front of TL, PL, TOG, and... ok, not the IS because he'd probably laugh his ass off if I did... than it was to do it in front of the OB. SIGH. Have I mentioned how much I hate Change? :(
|| posted by Pooh at 5:09 PM ... ||
Thursday, January 22, 2004
There's a few hours left, but Happy Chinese New Year to y'all, even if you don't celebrate it.
Now... everyone give me money. *whip*
LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 PM ... ||
If only Love could be this easy.
I started working with another guy at work (before I found out he would now be my new supervisor - btw, that's going to be weird because he's only 2 years older than me). It was getting kind of late in the day and we were both getting punchy. He kept trying to tell me he was really sarcastic and that I wasn't. HRMPH. Anyway, whenever we work together, talk always turns to hockey. He's a dumbass Flyers fan, so you can see what I have to deal with here. Without using crazy talk terms like "fiance" and "boyfriend" and "sex object," I told him I get an extra little kick out of watching my Devils games now because "my guy" is temporarily wearing the 'C.' So of course, the Dumbass Flyers fan is curious and asks who "my guy" is. And you know me.... I'm not one to deny a Twu Wub, so I tell him.
And Dumbass Flyers fan (*cough* sorry, I mean... "my boss") is all shocked. Dude. His eyes popped out. *snicker* First words out of his mouth: "Wait, why the hell are you here? You don't have to work."
L.M.F.A.O. Apparently, Boss thought my guy was really My Guy.
Damn. I wish. And also... *mutters*dumbass*endmutter*
I only mentioned this because it reminded me of one time during my undergrad years. Roomie came home with a friend while I was watching a game on TV. He asked why I was bouncing and giddy and blowing kisses at the TV (ok, I'm a freak, shut up), and the Roomie calmly told him about my HockeyBoyfriend. Which the friend believed.
So really... I don't see why if you think it, and believe it, and even act it, why it can't just be true. Bleh to reality.
And Reality really does suck. Boss, as he expected, got laid off today. He's only been with the company for about 3 years, which is like nothing. Getting laid off sucks. You can still be good at your job. It's just that the company is greedy and sucks. Unlike when you get fired, which means you just suck. Anyway, this is partly why I didn't feel like doing any work today, since the boss gave me my assignments and now that he's leaving, it's almost like what's the point. I'm really going to miss him. Because he's still young, he was like a big brother to me instead of a Boss. And I had just finished breaking him in and he was starting to understand all my quirks. Damn. Just damn.
So today's been all sorts of depressing and what not. And instead of doing actual work, I did a really long meme. You can find that here.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:26 PM ... ||
I don't like change.
I don't.
I really really don't.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:36 PM ... ||
Snow stinks.
Snow this afternoon.
Snow this Friday to Saturday.
Snow this Sunday to Monday.
Possible snow on Tuesday.
I heard "over a foot" and "blizzard" thrown in there, too.
Bastard nature.
No wonder there were no cars on the road today. Everyone's staying home in anticipation of today's snowstorm. Grrrrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:51 AM ... ||
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
:-(
When work tells you there's going to be an organizational restructuring, that's bad. When work tells you they'll be restructuring tomorrow, that's worse.
So yeah.... tomorrow I find out who'll be my supervisor for the next few weeks of my internship. Sadness. Did a pretty half-assed job on my tongues today, but who really cared? A lot of people said fuck it and went home after lunch in anticipation of Tomorrow.
Boss told me big company is hiring. Problem? Big company is in Minnesota. Uhh... lemme think about that for like not even half a second. No.Way.No.How. (Unless The Kief is coming with.)
Was supposed to go home tonight for big New Year's dinner. Mom called to postpone because it's going to snow (AGAIN!) tomorrow. So now big yummy dinner is scheduled for Friday. Woohoo! (can'twaittogetlotsandlotsofmoney)
Because I finished testing early (due to half-assedness) and there weren't many people around, friend N and I sat around chatting for almost an hour. (Not to mention the boss and I were gossiping for about half an hour earlier, too. Heh) Was rather productive. She's planning on introducing me to one or two of her friends. Male friends. LOL. Seems like everyone's on the look out for my Missing Guy. Well, everyone but me. It's nice to have people do all the work for you, no?
Other boss told me he sent in my (fugly) picture. Said it looked fine. Said the article went to press, but they're trying to get the picture included. Said I'll be "famous." Dude. DUDE. Shut up.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:01 PM ... ||
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
The evolution of technology can be a very good thing (in a highly superficial way).
On my day off, the PoohBro and I were online and watching some old movie at the same exact time. And by "old," I mean like from the early 90s. LOL.
PoohBro: omg did you see that?
Pooh: what?
PoohBro: they have a phone in their car
Pooh: the car phone? good god, I forgot all about those things
PoohBro: yea they actually had those things? for real?
Pooh: SHUT UP! you're only like...
Pooh: ok, you're not THAT much younger than...
Pooh: crap
Pooh: yes. they had those.
PoohBro: seriously
Pooh: OMG. they're huge
Pooh: and ugly
Pooh: and HUGE!
PoohBro: that's so awesome
Pooh: wait, did he have one in his station wagon? yeesh
PoohBro: i want one
Pooh: you want a car phone?
PoohBro: yea do they still make those?
Pooh: uh, don't think so
PoohBro: dude that's so cool
PoohBro: i want a phone for my car
Pooh: you HAVE one. it's called a cell phone. dumbass.
PoohBro: right. so that's why they don't have those any more huh
Pooh: don't talk to me. it's my day off.
So yeah.... *makes love to itty bitty geeky cell phone*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:30 PM ... ||
Just got back from shoe shopping with Thing 2. She's looking for silver shoes for a wedding in May. I was looking for a pair of nice boots. Too bad we weren't really in the mood to buy anything. There's just something very difficult about whipping out the plastic to pay for a pair of shoes (or anything else, for that matter). So of course, after looking in two stores, we immediately went to a place we felt comfortable racking up the bill -- LUNCH. lol And mmmm... cheesecake...
I'm a very simple, natural girl. I mostly just let my hair dry naturally after a shower. This is encouraged by the lack of an electrical outlet in my bathroom. So when the bulb went out in the bathroom this morning (grrrr! all the bulbs in the apt are burning out at the same time!), imagine my shock when I finally found the stupid outlet. It was by the base of the vanity lights the entire freaking time! Dammit. Okay, this really doesn't change anything for me, but it does make me a bit relieved. For a while there, I couldn't ever fathom the logic behind an outlet-less bathroom. Phew.
And the world continues spinning....
PS. Still haven't watched the Alias ep. Almost scared to.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:35 PM ... ||
Monday, January 19, 2004
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I need to find a government job. Then I could still be in bed right now. (Nevermind I came to work almost two hours late today and no one was the wiser. Hee. I mean, baaaad!) But now they've given me a crapload of crap to do. Grrrr.
Is it too early for me to have work burnout? Hell, I'm only an intern, too. Sigh.
After reading all the crappy reviews for last night's Alias, I cannot wait to see it. Mwahahaha. It's been awhile since I've gotten my snark on, and as soon as I saw who wrote the ep, I was all ready to go. Bleh. 6+ hours until I get to watch it. :(
I've got a really bad case of the Mondays. I feel all yucky and squicky. Ugh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:33 AM ... ||
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Catching up...
1. It's snowing and sleeting here. Bleh. Not sure if I have work tomorrow. Double bleh. Sleepy, very sleepy, and bored, oh so very bored.
2a. Not only am I being forced to switch cars with the Bro/Thing1, Thing1 is forcing me to pay for half her insurance. Dammit. Being forced to pay to drive a car I don't even want to drive SUCKS. *waves goodbye to the Poohmobile*
2b. PoohDad wants the PoohBro to drive the oldest car in the PoohFamily fleet -- which means the Poohmobile. Of course, PoohBro wants to drive it as much as I want to drive Thing1's, which is not so much. When asked whether it'll put a crimp in his chick-catching ways, the PimpBro merely laughed and said he liked a challenge, but didn't expect it would hinder him too much. LMFAO. Dude's way too cocky for his own good.
3. Got Onesy's package on Friday. Watched A Chinese Ghost Story once with the PoohDad in Cantonese (only understood about a third of it), watched it again with the PoohMom in Mandarin (only understood about half of it), and will probably (someday in the far away future) finally watch it with the English subtitles on (to understand all of it). *grumble* Have Ghost World on top of the TV, ready to watch, whenever I get an hour or so of free time.
4. Shoveling sucks.
5. Ice sucks.
6. Sleet and snow on top of compacted snow/ice sucks.
7. This weekend solidified the Pooh/Thing2 relationship. After Thing1 came home to bitch and moan and we all bonded against her, Thing2 and I finally admitted that we've always liked each other the best out of all the PoohSibs. Well... until we have our next fight. Woohoo!
8. PoohBro goes around making the damn "gollum" noise. Seriously. WTF. And in his next breathe, tries to get us to play duets with him on the piano. Again... WTF.
9. La la la.. not reading Alias spoilers... la la la... not hearing them... la la la... not seeing them... la la la... not caring.... LA LA LA LALALALLALALALA! Mind you, not that I know of any that actually exist. I'm just covering my bases. Besides, I have to go to this big dinner thing tonight and will not be around to catch the ep on TV. Must wait until tomorrow (night? maybe? pleasenoworkplease!) to watch and comment.
10. Speaking of crappy TV (j/k... or am I?)... You know a movie is BAD when even Thing 2 (normally very tolerant of BadMovies due to her Lifetime-watching disposition) starts snarking on it. Especially when she's complaining about lack of "chemistry" between the "big-name" stars, the WTF randomness of the romantic aspects of the movie, and then she throws out a "He needs a new job -- like not acting again... EVER." But what should we have expected from a TV movie on TNT? *shudder* The next TV movie on her "must watch" list: The Jason Priestley/Bradley Cooper thing on ABCFam tonight. Hee.
11. BLEH. PoohMom's been making me drink this honey/lemon/somethingsomething concoction thingamajig. Now, I love honey. I also love lemons (sucked all those lemon slices... mmm). But this thing? *puckers lips* Gah!
12. Am very saddened to hear the Captain has post-concussion syndrome. Am not saddened that HockeyBoyfriend has been wearing the "C" in his absence. Also hoping yesterday's win means they're getting out of their slump. (Do not like when Flyers fan friend at work keeps making faces at me. Like much better to gloat at him.) They played with a lot of heart, and even the normally soft-spoken and very laid-back Boyfriend was all over the place (I can sit zoned out, watching him skate for hours and hours and not get bored) and getting in people's faces. Especially liked when he came over to push that guy into the goal, and then went to stick up for the little guy before getting pissy with the refs. Hee. Boyfriend's got looks, skills, and can be badass when provoked. Also watched him in post-game interview -- never noticed how hilarious he is. And one of the fastest ways into Pooh's heart is to make her laugh. Forget the existence of a wife and two kids -- just minor challenges. Pooh/HockeyBoyfriend4Eva&Eva&Eva!!!!! I mean... pffffft! Pooh has a man already. Yeah, that's it.
13. Snowing again. Hmm. Will definitely have to shovel again. If it keeps going, may be able to use a "can't get out of the parents' house!" excuse tomorrow if there's work. If lucky... or maybe not so lucky, depending on your point of view.
Okay, that's about it. Have headache. Need... something or other. Sleep? Food? Glucose injection? Book? TV?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:36 AM ... ||
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Bumping Tim back up for Onesy.
Go back to smiling like a fruitcake, babe. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:27 PM ... ||
Woooooo!
Found my stupid medication at the bottom of my bag. Sadly, too little too late.
This is why God made photographers
... to give The Pooh something to do when there's a camera around. From now on, she should ALWAYS be BEHIND the camera, never in front. Nope. Baaaaad things happen when she's in front of the camera. Had a friend take the pic for me -- a pic I was absolutely positively against. Hate hate hate hate hate having pictures taken. She made me crack up and blink the first time. The second time, I was giving her a hard time and goofing off to delay the inevitable. Note to self: ummm, don't smile with mouth too wide open with the bucktooth look, yeah, that one, don't do that. Unfortunately, she loved that picture, thought it was great, and made me use that one. Grrrr. So I sent the Bugs Bunny pic. Argh.
Go Pooh, it's your birthday...
Except not really. Stupid Roomie. He has the irritating habit of leaving the kitchen light on. Even when the bulb is out. Came home and went to cook dinner. Tried the light just in case he got Initiative and changed it. Nope. But the light switch was set in the "on" position... oh, hey, exactly the same way I found it when I came back from the holidays. Dammit! And then the light I moved into the kitchen didn't work... because dumbass unplugged it to use my toaster oven. MY toaster oven. The one he didn't want us to have because we'd have to pay the electricity on it when we have a real oven that uses free gas. HRMPH. In the end, I got pissy and decided to change that damn bulb even if I had to grow wings and fly to the ceiling to get to it. Turned out I didn't need extra body parts. Ended up climbing up on top of the kitchen counter (scary) and reaching out to the light (very scary), which necessitated standing on my toes, on a very narrow kitchen counter (very very VERY scary). Changed the bulb, was all proud of myself, climbed down, turned on the light and... watched the bulb burn out within a second. GODDAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crappy bulbs! Luckily it was a 2-pack, which meant I had to do my acrobatic act again (meep). And yay! Second bulb is still working. If it burns out on me later, I... Will... Kill....
Salt, Salt, Salt, Dammit!
Yup, I was right about the Super and his really crappy plowing. The work parking lot and the roads were pretty dry and gave me great hope that the apartment parking lot would be the same. Uhhh.... NO! Dammit. There's like an inch of compacted snow over the main road of the apartment complex, and in the parking lots. Why? Because Someone didn't use SALT! Dammit. They at least salted the sidewalks... barely. I swear, there were only like two or three pellets of salt. So I had to slow all the way down to 5mph just to navigate the road, and still encountered one scary, precarious, heart-stopping moment trying to turn into the parking lot.
At least they plowed my parking spot. Sorta. Except they couldn't do a really good job because some ASSHOLE is parked in the space next to mine. Fucking car has been parked there since November and has never been moved. They're definitely not supposed to be there because the owner of that space moved out at the end of October. Normally, I wouldn't give two shits about a parking space squatter. BUT... ASSHOLE did a pretty crappy job of parking in November. ASSHOLE parked crooked, and his tail end is practically over the line and into my space. So even when it's great weather, I have an annoying time parking into my space. Add a thick layer of packed snow/ice... and trying to make that tight turn into my space was absolutely nerve-wracking. The tires slipped mid-turn, even though I was barely moving, and I thought I was about to crash into the stupid car.
I HATE DRIVING WHEN THERE'S SNOW ON THE GROUND!
I HATE DRIVING IN THE WINTER!
*ARGH ARGH GRRRR ARGH GRUMBLE GRRRRRR*
In conclusion,
I need to move someplace warm.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:02 PM ... ||
ARGHHHHHHHHHH!
I CAN'T FIND MY MEDICATION!!!!!
*stares at Tim*
*grins stupidly*
Awwww, much better....
|| posted by Pooh at 2:32 PM ... ||
Why can't people tell you things BEFORE you get to work? Dammit.
Had a delayed opening for work. Really didn't feel like going in, but we got like 4 inches, so I didn't think that was a valid excuse even though the stupid apartment people did a really really really crappy job of plowing, and didn't eve start doing it until about an hour before I went to clear off the car. The snow was beautiful - nice, white, and powdery.
But the roads! Horrendous! The DOT did a pretty crappy job of plowing the streets, too. I got into a whole bunch of small slip and slide incidents in the first mile outside the apartment, and I was going less than 20 mph. Grrrr. So... I almost turned back and just called it quits.
But no... I had to perservere. Also, wanted to let the Super clear the parking lot so I can have a nice clean space. Got to work at exactly the time it was supposed to open, only to find 2/3 of the lot already filled. Seriously, people, you suck. So instead of turning around anyway and just going home and back to bed, I went in.
And got a stupid email from one of the bosses, sent around 10 pm last night, telling me I needed to get someone to take a high resolution pic of me since I'm one of the interns for this program thing, and HQ is doing some article in the newsletter about it and wants to include pics of the interns involved. I think there's only... two of us? ARGH. Gee, thanks for letting me know. Especially since the email was sent to the work account, which I can't access at home. Especially since I almost didn't bother to come in today. ESPECIALLY since I look like CRAP! This morning, I just threw on any crappy clothes, the bare minimum for the dress code, since it's Tissue Thursday, pulled my hair back and didn't bother with any make up.... oh, wait... I don't do that anyway.... But still... CRAP!!! And now they want HIGH RESOLUTION CRAP????!!!!!!
Fuck.
Also... my stupid controller keeps giving me an error. WTF. Tissue Thursdays suck. Actually, all Thursdays suck.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:47 AM ... ||
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Tissue Wednesday:
So far so good. *knock on wood*
Cool!
And the first two HITCHHIKER'S are...
"The BBCi Films broke a major exclusive about THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY movie, namely, which two actors will be starring in the film: Martin Freeman (LOVE ACTUALLY) will play Arthur Dent while Bill Nighy (UNDERWORLD) will play Slartibartfast. "
Must go reread book. Oh, and Tim/Dawn4Eva!
ETA:
For V because he thought MF had to be some really studly hottie since I like him. Also, why does anyone need a reason to post a MF pic anyway?
See? Perfectly dorky cute for Arthur Dent. And yay! V gave his approval, so you know he'll be perfect for the role. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:01 PM ... ||
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
The following takes place a half hour after tonight's 24 episode. It is not a review, but just some thoughts I jotted down in my head.
~ Poor Chase. He may be stupid and have horrendous taste in women, but at least he can take a lot of torture without breaking. Jack would be so proud of him. Aww.
~ Lots and lots of trouble in the Tony/Michelle ship. Sigh.
~ Kim is a fucking dumbass. She just is. And what's with respecting Tony again after she went behind his back to try to boot him? Pfffft.
~ Syd went around as Julia Thorne for awhile.... Anna got amnesia, left for another show, and adopted the alias of "Julia Miliken." Seriously, what's up with that name? Also, I like Gina, but can we get the fuck off that stupid ass storyline? As much as I hate Wayne, I did have a second of respect for him when he turned her down. But of course, he just went back to being a loser right after that, so pffft.
~ God help me, but I'm liking Chloe. Must have been the baby. It threw me off. Yeah, that's it. And trying to go head to head with that jackass Chappelle.
~ LIPS!!!!!!!!!! CLAUDIAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Look, I like certain kids, but is it very wrong of me to wish the brother kicked it instead of her? She was cool, but that kid was just a snotty brat. Was also very scared that the father would get killed or caught, and that would have been sad. But killing The Lips?????? That was just way uncalled for! She was hot; she was passionate; she kicked some ass. Why can't Jack be allowed to have a non-cardboard girlfriend? Why can't he be allowed to be happy for once? Dammit!
~ But then, there's Nina. Rowr. Jack/Nina4Eva! Well... at least 4eva until after the wild sweaty sex scene(s).
~ The Prez storyline still bores me, but at least I loved Palmer's plan. Woohoo! Sherry!
~ Salazar still fucking hot.
~ Jack... well... KIEF ORGY!
A very sad ep. *mourns Lips* But the last few minutes perked me right up.
Ep put me on an emotional rollercoaster. Just ask Onesy. Apparently, I'm hard to please when it comes to 24, so rollercoaster chats are always a good sign. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:42 PM ... ||
Because I'm all about helping with the KIEF LUST...
On this week's NHL Cool Shots:
"All Access" travels to the set of "24" in Los Angeles with actor Kiefer Sutherland and then to a dark alley in New York City with comedian Denis Leary as they both shoot NHL promotional commercials.
We'll see some behind the scenes footage of the Kiefer Sutherland shoot as well as an interview with Sutherland about the making of this commercial. In the promo Kiefer explains the lingo used in hockey like "biscuit", "twig", "one-timer" and "five-hole". "It's the sport I grew up with and I'm the NHL's biggest fan so anything I can do to help people who don't know the game learn about it and figure out how exciting it is, then I'm more than happy to do it." says Sutherland about his involvement in the project.
(blah blah blah I wonder if The KIEF gives private hockey lessons)
Important stuff....
This episode airs on the following days:
ESPN: Tuesday, January 13th @ 1:00 PM ET
ESPN2: Saturday, January 17th @ 2:00 AM ET
CBC: Sunday, January 18th @ 12:00 AM Local
TSN: Tuesday, January 19th @ 12:30 PM Local
YES: TBD
|| posted by Pooh at 5:11 PM ... ||
Monday, January 12, 2004
LOL LOL LOL!
Teaser for the 11PM news: Can a lot of sex keep you healthy this winter?
Um... I don't know, but I can help them with the research. I'll need a large sampling population to make the results significant. And of course, the results would need to be repeatable in order to be valid. Any volunteers? ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:34 PM ... ||
Hmm...
Just got back from a long day in Philly so don't really feel like Alias snarking. Maybe later. Anyway, I'm starting to think the boss is getting to be a little too much "big brother" and not enough "boss."
For one thing, we talk crap all the time. And we gossip like crazy.
For another thing, on the drive back from Philly, he mentioned how I reminded him of one of his friends. And that the next time his friend is in town, and I'm around, he'd like to introduce us. Something about how if I want to get "taken care of," he's the guy to do it. Um... something something something "convertible" something something something "big boat" something something. Uhh, I don't really know much about cars and boats, so I have no clue what he was talking about, but they sounded like expensive GuyToys to me.
So... yeah... it's gotta be pretty wrong for a Boss to try to set up his Intern... right? LMFAO.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:18 PM ... ||
Sunday, January 11, 2004
FOUL!!!!!!
I CRY "FOUL!!!!!!!!!!"
Technical foul! Flagrant foul! Red flags! Two minutes for diving! Five for fighting! Ten for game misconduct! E-JECTION! You're outta here! Get yer ass to jail, do not pass go.
Awww, sheeeee-yit. The ending?
*grumbles*
What a cop-fucking-out.
Hrmph. Also... could that be considered a clip show? Sorta? Maybe? Not really? 'Cuz it sure as hell had the rhythm and feel of a clip show. And god knows how I abhor clip shows.
On the other hand... Kendall was oh so fucking HOT, and really, that's more than enough for me.
Also, one positive from this week's Alias: the previews for next week. Know that crazy ass, inexplicable, WTF, VaughnLust I've been feeling for the past month or so? Woohooooo!!! I'm thinking it's going to BE OVER by the start of next week's ep. Oh yeah. Most definitely. I can't tell you how incredibly RELIEVED I will be when I get my sanity back. Phew.
*****
I'm at home because the parents wanted to feed me, and then I got lazy, and... well, you know the rest. Anyway, I've got a 12-13 hour Philly day tomorrow, which means I won't get back until late. Expect some Alias thoughts around then, after I've digested the ep, watched it one more time (and dreamed of some hot, gorgeous Kendall).
|| posted by Pooh at 10:18 PM ... ||
Friday, January 09, 2004
I cut my finger with a scalpel today. An ugly slice right across the pad of my left index finger that would not stop bleeding. There were no bandages (regular or the glue kind) in the lab (very strange, considering the company), but there were plenty of sutures. Thought I might have to do some quick surgery on myself. Because I was right in the middle of an experiment, I had to make a makeshift bandage of kimwipes and tape. I'm like MacGyver... I'm PoohGyver! LMAO. It was not pretty, but it worked and stopped the bleeding. Now it's just throbbing and hurting like a mofo.
See? This is what happens when I go into work on my day off.
Nevermind that as soon as I got there this afternoon, there was an email from the project leader saying I didn't have to be at that meeting since I'm not usually in on Fridays. Fucking D'OH!
Bleh. Hard to type when you've got a bandage on the tip of your index finger. Grrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:09 PM ... ||
For once, I'd like someone to set up a ONE hour meeting and actually have it last ONE hour.
The frell.
Have I mentioned my disgust of meetings? Because I loathe meetings. (Especially if there's no food and it's boring. BLEH!)
|| posted by Pooh at 4:15 PM ... ||
Oy.
This morning, the gas station attendant (yes, we still have those in Jersey, dammit!) was hitting on me. Would not go away.
Bleh.
Another good reason why Jersey should consider self-serve. And yes, the Pooh knows how to pump gas, so shut up.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:19 PM ... ||
Thursday, January 08, 2004
The Traffic Rant -- the driving hate continues:
~ Again, those PA and NY drivers who refuse to keep up with everyone else and slow down traffic in the "fast" lanes.
~ Winter driving sucks. Potholes = big ass ditches.
~ That asshole U-Haul truck driver who always ended up behind me no matter how many times I changed lanes, blinding me with his headlights.
~ Those asshole drivers tailing me with their high beams on. What? Do I have a "High Beam Me!" bumper sticker on my car? Every one should be forced to take a test on proper headlight etiquette before being allowed behind the wheel.
~ Having the ugly big red pickup truck that tailed me for no reason finally pass me, and discovering I was only at tire level. Hrmph. I need a real job so I can buy one of those big gas-guzzling cars like everyone else.
~ People who refuse to alternate merge when they're supposed to.
~ People who ride your ass during stop and go traffic so they can cut off the merging car. And yes, asshole, I am talking about you. Scared the crap out of me when I had to brake quickly in traffic and you were right on my butt because you didn't want to let the other car in. Seriously... what difference will one car make in the grand scheme of things? Grrr.
And... not really a traffic rant....
Just to preface this part, I do use a headset when I'm in the car. I can't hear my cell phone ring when I'm driving because I like to turn up the radio, so I put it on vibrate. I can't feel it when it's in my coat pocket so the easiest place for me to put it is between my legs (shut up, it's not supposed to be perverse, dammit), or under one of my legs. Besides, the parents have been pretty good at not suddenly calling me while I'm driving (before, their timing was impeccable and freaky) so it's just there as a precaution, and out of (a bad) habit. Today was one of those rare occasions when it did happen (stupid Thing 1... NO, I don't want to do you any damn favors!). And... um... yeah... so not a good place to put it.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:39 PM ... ||
It is 12:30 and I am done. DONE!
I LOVE TISSUE THURSDAY!!
*does delirious dance of joy*
Okay, well... maybe not really entirely done. But both of my experiments worked. Yippee!!!! They're marinating in the water bath now, which means I can start on data collection and analysis in about half an hour and be out of here by... 5? please? pretty please?
MS Outlook is the devil. I accidentally accepted a meeting for tomorrow (my day off) without realizing it. The boss came and asked if I planned on coming in for it, and you know what my answer is. Except I can't very well just tell him that. He doesn't care either way, but it's the project leader's meeting and he's a bit scarier. But you know, since I'm getting the boot in a month, what do I care, right? Besides, who the hell plans meetings for Friday afternoon? Nevermind that the regularly scheduled meeting is now Mondays from 4-5pm -- that's an entirely different rant. And really... we're going to meet Friday afternoon and then Monday afternoon? To discuss.... what? What could possibly happen over the weekend or in one day? Grrrr. I hate meetings.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:07 PM ... ||
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
After the long ass day at work, came home to see Thing 2 before she and her friends left for Montreal tonight. She came up to me, became all serious and lowered her voice to tell me something. I thought I was going to get a really juicy secret or some worthwhile piece of news. Instead, I got this:
"'Pooh...." *Thing 2 gives a really serious expression* "All my friends are in love with Aragorn."
Oh man. Certainly laughable, though not good blackmail material. *sigh* If she keeps this "Why is Viggo-gorn so frelling hot?!?!?!?!?!?" train of thought going for another week, I might have to shoot her. Even though it's cracking me up so much.
Now onto thoughts about last night's '24' ep:
~ Despite his stupidity, I still lurve Chase. But hopefully getting his ass beat on for awhile will cure him of his Jack Complex. Only one man on this show is allowed to go around disobeying orders and being a badass while still coming out on top in the end, and Chase is no Jack Bauer.
~ Tony needs a hug. And a new wife. I'll volunteer. I can't believe Michelle did that to him. I just hope this rift between them isn't just a way to ease the pain of losing one of them sometime in the future.
~ Chloe still annoys me. Her attitude is kind of blech for the environment she works in. However, her snark on Kim started the defrosting of my frozen heart towards her. Of course, she could have made me love her right away had she told Kim to just die already instead of just to get a grip. Oh well.
~ Kim needs a big ol' smack to the head. With a shovel. Kind of like what Chase got, except harder. Okay, fine, so chickie got a job through nepotism. No biggie. But surely chickie can't expect everyone to hand her everything on a silver platter. So Tony put all the info on the shared drive instead of directly on her computer. If Kim had one or two more brain cells, she could have found all that info instead of using the tired tard excuse of "he didn't tell me" or "he didn't give it to me." And what's up with tattling to Michelle? They're in a high-stress job, working on a critical mission. Tony can't be there to hold her hands through her job. And so what if things slipped his mind? He's BUSY trying to find her father, dammit. You'd think the tard would cut him some slack. Unless.... Kim is the mole. Who would ever suspect Daddy's little stupid girl?
~ Salazar is HOT.
~ Jack is HOT.
~ Jack/Claudia is HOT. And even though Steph thinks there should be a separate ship for Jack and Claudia's Lips, I don't care how big her lips are as long as those Lips get the Kief nekkid. Besides, her lips, huge as they are? Still way hotter and sexier than Cardboard Kate.
~ The Palmer storyline? Are you kidding me? *YAWN* This Alan dude? STFU!!! Who. Cares. Not. Me. I'm glad that Anne was nowhere in this episode. I'm glad that Palmer didn't kowtow to this Alan Stinker's demands -- puhhhlease, ego much? Now if only Palmer could drop the dead weight of Wayne and bring back Sherry, I can stop fast forwarding through all the Prez-related scenes.
~ Nice to see Gina on '24,' but the affair storyline is ridiculous. Again, I ask: Who the fuck cares? Unless Alan Pooper's only reason for supporting Palmer was because he (incorrectly) assumed he could get a puppet in the White House, and then he could rule by proxy..... or Alan Doodoo is actually Nina's boss and wants the virus because he blames the world for his stroke and for his wife finding him sexually dull (although why she'd have an affair with boring skeevy Wayne of all people is beyond me).... please get him off my screen. In fact, just wrap up any plot points that have to do with Palmer and call his part of the season over. And then bring Sherry in to take his place in the series.
~ Yay! Nina's back! I prefer the shorter hair, but I'm not picky. From the previews for the next ep, what are the chances the Kief will get all nekkid and sweaty with Nina? It could take the entire hour. In fact, I insist that the Kief take as long as he wants to convince Nina of anything. Just as long as he does it nekkid.
Ugh. Why am I so tired and sleepy?
|| posted by Pooh at 9:40 PM ... ||
WHY am I still at work? *pouts*
WHY did none of my experiments work? *cries*
WHY can't I take off my labcoat without becoming a walking static magnet? *ouch*
WHY can't I get AIM Express to work anymore? *sobs*
|| posted by Pooh at 5:55 PM ... ||
Dammit. Where's my tissue?
ETA:
FRELL!!!!!!!!! Just got the call. Tissue not coming until 2:30! DAMMIT! 2:30!!!! I'm never leaving this place. *grumble*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:02 PM ... ||
Okay, I'm not laughing anymore. See my very unhappy face? *grrrrr*
Just noticed the IT guy took my last pen when he dropped off my new computer. MY PEN! MY LAST PEN! Even if it weren't my last pen, I'd still be very upset. Hrmph. Some things I don't care about. Need a post-it? Feel free to use my wide selection of different colored post-it notes. Want a paperclip? Sure, go ahead. You can even take the nice colored ones, if you want -- take as many as you'd like. BUT if you want to borrow a pen, first I assess whether or not I a) like you, and b) trust you, and then I give you either a) a crappy pen, or b) a good pen depending on how I feel about you. What's the point of letting people borrow good pens if they don't return them?
Fine, okay, whatever. I'm very possessive about my pens. Shut up and leave me alone to pout.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:25 PM ... ||
Errr.....
Crap. I forgot what I was going to write. *bangs head* Oh well.
It's Tissue Wednesday! It's Tissue Wednesday! Wooohooooooooooooo!
That was sarcasm, if you don't know me by now. I was all ready to do all 4 of my tongues today, but then the tissue lady called and said the animal farm started on pigs first. That means, they're not going to get to my pretty cows (*moooooooooo*!) until later. Which means hell if I know when the frell I'm getting my tissue. So... it'll be TissueThursday! tomorrow instead of plain ol' Thursday. *SIGH*
Then I thought, hey, I've got time on my hands. I'll go play with my graphs even though I finished doing that already (*shhhhhhhh*) or.... you know... catch up on blogs or something. EXCEPT... IT came and took my desktop yesterday so they could update it, and I didn't get it back until just now. Tried to get on another computer, but my login refused to work. Bleh. Anyway, it's back, although my new computer and keyboard is black and my monitor is still that putty cream color. Sadness. I don't match. Bleh again. Wish they could have given me a laptop instead. Heh. Oh, right... not going to be here long enough for it to be worth it. Sighness.
Did I mention it's TissueWednesday?!?!?!?!?!? *jumps for joy*
One more thing. Don't you love hearing something or reading something or getting an email that just makes you laugh and laugh and laugh (in the good way, not the snarky "lmfao" kind of way)? And then in the middle of something, you'll suddenly start laughing again for no obvious reason? And then you find yourself doing that for the rest of the day? Yeah... don't you just hate when that happens?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:42 AM ... ||
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
This is just... weird.
Some dads pop open a beer, bust out the big bag of chips, and watch some football... or baseball... or basketball... or Pooh's preferred sport of hockey.
PoohDad popped open a beer, brought out the big bag of chips (unsalted, bleh), and... turned on his soap.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm so messed up.
In other news:
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
The Eye Twitchies! The Eye Twitchies! They're back!
Damn. It.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:57 PM ... ||
Monday, January 05, 2004
ICCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!
Just got back to the apartment after a week and a half away. Roomie went out of the country on Christmas day and won't be back until some time next week. Guess what I found? Kitchen light is out because Someone left the lights on. The rent checks are still on the fridge because Someone left them for me to hand in (which is actually why I'm at the apartment tonight, just in case). And Someone left the trash can open -- filled all the way to the top with stinky garbage.
UGHHHHHHHHH!!
Seriously. If you're the last one out, why can't you at least take out the garbage? Bastard. And I can't change the bulb because I'm short and for some reason, we have no chairs or stools that are high enough for me and don't roll. Sigh.
Lucky... or maybe not so lucky?... the PoohDad wants me home this week. Something about how the school isn't open yet for the spring semester, how it'll be easier for me to get to work from home, how I can't be trusted to feed myself. Whatever. Free food I don't have to cook myself? Fine. Won't see me complaining. So yeah, I'll probably head back home tomorrow just because I like to be coddled.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:26 PM ... ||
Ugh. *twitch* Ugh. *twitch twitch*
Why does it seem like I'm the only one doing any work on the first day back from the holiday vacation? Bleh.
One of the girls at work got engaged over the holidays. She's making sure everyone knows it, too. Not so much blabbing about it all over the place, but giggling up a frelling storm everywhere she goes. It's all you can hear around here. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. GIGGLE! I'd hate her but she's normally a very sane, intelligent woman who usually smiles and laughs quietly. But today? Insufferable. Her ring is huge, too. I'm a very simple girl, especially where rings are concerned. When I get engaged, I want my ring to be elegant, tasteful, but simple -- even if TheKief got it for me. Therefore, I don't get all the showy hoopla of a huge, ugly, vision-blinding ring. Or... maybe I'm just jealous.
Which I'm NOT. No. Nope. Nuh-uh. Whatever.
HRMPH.
Friend N and I were catching up at work. She's a few months younger than me, and is also getting the same pressure from her parents. ("You're never going to find a guy after 30. Either get out there or give it up.... pleasepleaseplease don't give, we want grandkids..." BLEH!!) Not to mention, while we were both sick over the holidays, we had plenty of time to think over our singleton status. Bleh. So we've decided we're going to make ourselves get out there and party. Why should all the other kids our age be having all the fun? Of course, this only really works on paper since N and I have very similar dispositions -- cautious, paranoid, and shy when it comes to socializing and the romantic stuff. Hmmm. I guess we'll wait and see....
|| posted by Pooh at 5:48 PM ... ||
Sunday, January 04, 2004
Been working on my Guzzlefish list. Ugh. Taking forever and I'm kinda scared of starting the music list. Who knows what craptitude lurks in my cd/cassette collection? *shudder* I am rather happy to see the top director and actor spots on my movie list occupied by my genius fiance and my other boyfriend, respectively. However, I'm just a tad sad to see the KIEF listed as #246 on my actor list. Yes, I'm a poser (tm Onesy)! *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:41 PM ... ||
Quick update:
Pooh has regained her sight, and now lurves Onesy again. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 2:32 PM ... ||
Saturday, January 03, 2004
I stopped by to check email, etc, but will be on later tonight. For now, I have only one message.
To Onesy:
I hate you.
Lurve, Pooh
P.S. My eyes! MY EYES!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:30 PM ... ||
Friday, January 02, 2004
Thing2 is CMSU. She zipped through all my LOTR extended dvds and was the one who suggested we go see ROTK. Now she thinks Viggo (or was it Aragorn? Or a combination of Viggo-gorn?) is hot. Not just hot, but incredibly sexy.
For example:
"Pooh!!!! You don't understand! He's really sexy. WHY???? Why is he so hot???? Is it the dirt? Is it the sword? Is it because he knows how do to all sorts of things and is so cocky he'll charge into battle even when seriously outnumbered? WHYYYYYYY?????"
LMFAO! It's pretty rare for her to crack me up this much, and I'm hurting right now from laughing. At the moment, she stopped bugging me to watch A Walk on the Moon. It's pretty damn quiet in the next room....
|| posted by Pooh at 12:33 PM ... ||
Crap.
According to Thing2, resolution #5 should be "Be less sarcastic." Something about how doing so will help me find that missing guy. And if I don't find him soon, PoohDad threatened to drag me to Hong Kong because there's a shortage of women there and guys will be "lining up around the corner" for me. Bwahahaha. Hell, he's bluffing, but I'm almost tempted to get him to do it just so I'd get a few good blog entries out of it. The sacrifices I'd make for y'all....
|| posted by Pooh at 11:28 AM ... ||
Thursday, January 01, 2004
Dude.
There was a KIEF commercial during the hockey game tonight. He was hot and sexy and yummy, and he was trying to give a vocab lesson on hockey lingo. *thud*
PoohDad's side come over today for New Year's. Ugh. Had to take all the kids out to bowling. I was reminded once again that I suck horribly at it, but was consoled by the fact that I broke 100 and was one pin away from getting a turkey at the end of the game. *sighness*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:48 PM ... ||