Sunday, February 29, 2004
Woohoo!!
Just finished watching Ghost World. **moo moo eyes at Steph and One**
Steve Buscemi? Hot. Like crazy amazing hot. If I weren't already taken, he'd be in big, big trouble. Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 5:44 PM ... ||
Is it me? Do I exude such a brilliantly charismatic personality that people invariably find themselves drawn to me against their will? Or are people just major freaks and like to mess with me?
I stopped by CompUSA to do the homework V assigned me: go play with some laptops to get the feel of the weight and of the keyboard setup. Easy, huh? I got to play with some keyboards, but they all felt the same to me. And I couldn't lift any of the laptops because they were all locked down and there were no salespeople around. But... there was another customer there who seemed to enjoy following me from one laptop to another. And not just trailing after me, but actually standing right behind me, looking over my shoulder the entire time. After this happened for about three laptops, I gave up and left.
Went food shopping and the same thing happened in the meat section. Ugh.
Dropped by the bookstore to pick up a magazine. And wouldn't you know it? Argh! Little harmless me, minding my own business, waiting in line for the cashier. Some guy walks toward me and for some reason or other, forgets to put on the brakes. If I hadn't sidestepped towards the lady in front of me (my face was practically against her coat), he would have crashed right into me. Grrrrr. I admit, the circumference of my personal bubble fluctuates depending on who the person is, but strange men? Oy. No. Just no. No matter how many ways I tried to shift or step away to increase the space between us, the guy was tethered to me. And wouldn't you know it, today was the day all the cashiers decided to take their sweet ass time just to spite me. *sobs*
On the way back to the apartment, I went to the student center to pick up my mail and grab a bite to eat. While waiting for my food, this guy skips the line and stands right beside me even though I was still being helped. Dude. Right next to me? I don't know you! And then he had a little kid running around behind me. Umm... I'm hoping it was just a case of over-eagerness to get his food and the lack of understanding of the concept of a waiting line, than a search for a new mommy. *shudder*
Luckily, no one sniffed me. (Phew) And I look like crap today. (*mourns the hair*) So what gives?
I'm safe at home now. Turned on the TV, flipped some channels, and landed on a repeat of the Spirit Awards, right before Bill Murray won Best Male Lead. Impeccable timing, huh? So now I'm confused. Is it a Good Day or a Bad Day?
|| posted by Pooh at 3:02 PM ... ||
Saturday, February 28, 2004
Just a really quick post to say:
I LOVE having computer friends. Especially the ones who are willing to go through specs and stuff to help you pick out a good computer. They're the bestest! So sometime within the next week or so, The Pooh is so getting a laptop. Weeeeeeeeee!!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:03 PM ... ||
Ooooh! 
They are sooooo going to make out. Rowr!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:43 PM ... ||
The following took place between Friday morning and Saturday afternoon... and will probably take you just as long to read. Heh. You were warned! :P
Today
I am in such a GREAT mood today, it's absolutely frightening how deliriously happy I am.
[Random Girlie Moment]
My hair is awesome today. It's such a great hair day, you have no idea. And it's not just a great hair day -- it's a really really great hair day. Normally I hate my hair, because it's not that wonderfully straight, silky stereotypical Asian hair that I'm so jealous of. It's thick, it's kinky (although a hairdresser once told me it was still too straight and silky to do anything with), and it was tortured by this godawful haircut a few months back. But this morning, I was so so so happy to see it's now a few inches past my shoulder (though it needs to be trimmed), was light and fluffy and soft and relatively straight and silky, and no matter how hard I tried to mess with it (running my hands through it, shaking my head like a crazy woman), it either fell back in place or ended up with the good kind of messy look. SQUEE! (If I were psychotic, I'd tell you all how I was running around the house just to see it bounce in the mirror... but I won't because stuff like that is just CRAZY!!!!)
So of course, today was the first day I've worn my hair down while out in public. Even drove with the windows down (because it's almost 50 degrees! weeee!). Too bad the only places I went today were the recycling center for the dad, and Barnes and Nobles for me. But as I'm sitting here having my incredibly girlie moment, and pausing to play with my own hair, I can't help but think I need to add to the list of qualities for my ideal man (already detailed in the LJ meme). Along with the "needs to understand and encourage (or at least support) my obsessions," which I added earlier this morning, I'd also like to add "will play with my hair" to that list. Because really, I love having my hair played with. I tried to French braid it this morning, but I can't do that for my life, so PerfectGuy should also learn how to do that because if PerfectGuy and I ever get together and make babies, it would be sexyhot watching him braid our daughter's hair. I'm all about guys doing unexpected adorable things. (Whoa! Another freaky psycho moment there... lo siento...)
The only thing that could have topped today's happiness is if I had a good face day and a good body day. But you know, we need to deal with reality here. Meh.
But yes, I was so insanely cheerful today (gorgeous, brilliant, spring-like day, ahhhh) that if any guy came up to me and made me laugh for more than five minutes, I would have jumped him. Seriously... I was in such a good mood, I was easy. LMAO. (Sadly, no guys around today.)
[/Random Girlie Moment]
And with that ends this insane psycho freak show. Need to stop before I scare myself. You guys I already know are frightened of me.
Also the Poohster is in a wonderful mood because I brought a new book. Yeah, shocking, no? So now that brings my concurrent reading list to
1. Playing for the Ashes, Elizabeth George (almost finished, yay!)
2. The Company, Robert Littell (it will be finished, dammit!)
3. The Crimson Petal and The White, Michel Faber (umm... no hurry here)
4. The Dante Club, Matthew Pearl (three chapters in, woohoo!)
5. Jennifer Government, Max Barry (two chapters in)
6. The Well of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde (just came in! the dustjacket has been fondled already, squee!)
7. Pattern Recognition, William Gibson (newest acquisition, and ten chapters in already, rowr!)
There really needs to be more of me (scary thought) so I can read all of these books simultaneously instead of reading a few chapter at a time and rotating through them. Sigh.
Okay, now that the random squeeing is over and done with, we return to our regularly scheduled snarking. Because God knows I'm way too emotionally detached from real life to be truly happy about anything and everything. Let's start with this afternoon. Dropped by B&N to pick up the latest book I don't need right now. Ran into a girl who forgot to check her clothes before leaving the house wearing fishnet pantyhose, a mini-mini skirt, one knee-high boot on her left foot, one calf-high boot with black and white horizontal-striped knee-high tights on her right foot. I get putting on different socks, but different shoes? Huh. The man with her looked like your average surburban guy. I just... I just have no words because I'm old and conservative, and I've embraced that fact. But really.... dude. Mirrors are these really wonderful newfangled inventions. Everyone should invest in one.
Yesterday
Long, long, long, long, long day.
Took the bus into the city in the morning. It was actually quite nice and comfy. Ended up taking the subway to Brooklyn to drop off the PoohMom's cell phone, which she forget and needed. So that ate about an hour and a half of my time. Then took the subway back to Manhattan, transferred a few times, and then got out and walked down 8th from 59th to Times Square. Ahhh... nothing like a nice brisk walk to get the blood flowing and the cheeks all nice and rosy. I was all about the citystrut (tm Jenai). I've come to accept the fact that I'm not a slow walker. I'd rather walk around the block ten times at a fast clip than slowly around it once. Maybe that's just the New Yorker in me. Zoom zoom, baby.
Waited for Thing 1 to call me, after her movers had moved all her stuff from the old apartment to the new one. Then I got on the subway to go cross-town. In a moment of distraction, almost got on the wrong train (which would have taken me all the way to Queens). Ugh. Really need to stop having brainfarts in the city. Ended up relaxing a bit in her new studio, but then had to help her put her futon back together again, rearrange her furniture, and clean. Silly girl didn't have her cable working yet so we didn't even get to leave the TV on or check email. (HORRORS!) Took a break to get shakes and ice cream sodas (at the world's slooooowest diner ever). Then returned to the apartment to help her line shelves and stuff.
Decided to meet cd for dinner before the concert. Thing 1 needed to go back to her old apartment so we walked about ten blocks together, then she caught the bus and I walked a couple more to meet cd at Grand Central. (You know, with all this walking, I'm really pissed that I didn't wake up this morning to see a new svelte PoohBody. Hrmph!) We played the "Find Me" game in the main concourse, which is always fun, and then hoofed it back across town towards Roseland. (Seriously... I should have calculated my foot mileage that day.)
Gossip... Pizza... More gossip about y'all (**evil cackle**)...
Concert. It was small and crowded and smoky. And it started about half an hour late. I'm not really a concert-going person (Steph really should have gone in my place). I am like the queen of homebodies, so I would much rather listen to music at home where I can kick off my shoes and dance if I want to without worrying about accidentally humping some sweaty perv in the middle of some smelly crowd of strangers. So... this review isn't so much a review of the music as the actual experience/people.
There were two -- TWO, dammit! -- opening acts. First was Atomship, which I know absolutely nothing about, except that their music was loud. (Oh god, this post is going to suck ass... I sound like I'm 50!!!) Oh, and that their guitarist or bassist had really pretty hair. You know, the real rock and roll hair. Long, flowing, straight... pretty. The kind I'm jealous of. He was totally rockin' the hair. And the lead guy's idea of getting into his music was The Elbow Dance. You know, the one where the lower half of his body is still, his shoulders are twisting around a bit, his head is bouncing, and his one elbow (connected to the hand holding the mic) is spazzing out all over the place. The elbow was here; it was there; it was up; it was down; it was in your face; it was in his face; it was playing Twister with itself. I really wish I could describe it better because it was mesmerizing. To me, anyway. Then there was another 30 minutes of stage set-up after they were finished before the second opening act came on. And that would be Default. Even though I have an almost geezer-ish, stuck in the 80's, taste in music, I at least knew one of their songs. So that was good. But then after that, everything else sounded the same (ugh, I suck... Steph's going to be mad at me, right?). And like the band before, their guitarist (or was it bassist?) also had the hair thing going. He had two long skinny braids (of which I did not covet, unlike the hair of the guy before him), and every time his head bounced, the braids went up into the air and kinda did their own crazy twisty patterns. Fascinating, I'm telling you. And somewhere along the line... there was nothing but the distinct, sweet sweet sweet aroma of cannabis floating through the air. Ahhhh..... But of course, The Pooh did not inhale. LOL. (Actually, I can't really stand the smell, so thankfully that stopped after awhile.) :-(
Then there was another half hour (or was it longer?) wait for them to set up for Evanescence. Now, I suck. I'll admit it. I enjoy their music, but I probably embarrassed myself being there as I honestly was kind of out of it during the concert. Had there been less people (see description below), I might have enjoyed myself more. As it was, I had been out all day already and they were taking their goddamn time getting the concert moving along that you know... the concert ended up being "pretty good" instead of "great" or "awesome" or "woooohooooo". CD and I had spent a good deal of time searching for some place to sit while we waited, so by the time the real concert started, we just sat on the benches along the side of the room. Thankfully, since we were sitting up on top of the bench, we could see above all the heads and got a pretty good view of the stage considering where we were seated. So yeah... they were really good, had a lot of energy, and everything was great, great, great. Unfortunately, they only played for about an hour (I feel a bit cheated, actually), and then came back for a one-song encore.
And... that was about it. In all honesty, I think I spent way more time being amused by all the concert-goers than anything else. It was a great crowd to observe and snark on. All types of people were there: families with kids, the teens, the college+ group, the moms, the dads, the couples, the goths, the skanks, the ones who looked like they just left the gym, the men in pinstriped suits, the music snobs, and the girls with fat asses hanging out of their low-rise jeans sitting on their boytoy's shoulders. (I personally was waiting for either a boob or a buttcheek to pop out, and then for the subsequent Janet-like squeal of wannabe-skank. Didn't happen, though.) Oh, and there was one guy there who made me think of Rach and SpicySalami. He was an older guy, standing near our seats, dressed in ugly-ass loafers, jeans, a white-button shirt, and a navy sweater draped over his shoulders. I kept hearing Rach's voice saying "Eurotrash" in my head, and that just made me think of Salazar. LOL. Except this guy wasn't as hot, duh. Before we went to sit down, we were standing pretty close to the middle of the room, up against a support column. And of course, I'd be remiss if I forgot to mention the people standing near us before we migrated to a "better" location. These two girls, who were toting backpacks and looked like they had just gotten out of class, ended up standing by us. Before the bands started playing, one of the girls sat on the floor and took out a magazine to read. And then during the two opening acts, was actually sitting on the floor and sleeping. Dude, who does that? Umm.... Yeah. That's just... Umm... Actually, I've never ever seen that happen before, but then again, I haven't been to too many concerts so who knows (Steph???). She kept getting tripped over, and it was majorly embarrassing because there were four Asian girls standing (or sitting) near each other, and two of us didn't know the other two. But then, we tend to migrate in packs, anyway. Heh. Long story short with them... CD kept bumping into her, which was annoying, so we ended up walking around and then looking for a place to sit.
Anyway... that's almost everything I remember. Like I'd be dumb enough to write down everything, eh? We were stupidly sober during the whole thing, which had we taken care of that, might have increased the enjoyment factor. But overall, a fun and interesting evening. You know, with the gossip and snark and all. Heh.
And if you read all the way down to here... Sheesh! Get a life!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 PM ... ||
I'm busy composing my huge 80 million page entry about being old, being happy, and being snarky this weekend, but I had to take a break to address one thing.
The stuff that went down this weekend while I wasn't looking? The stuff about Alias, about certain minute population of viewers feeling fucked over, about being petty and vindictive, about the lack of understanding as to the concept of a TV show, and about thinking we inferiors - a very minor minority in a large audience - can actually influence a show's direction because our vision is better than the creator(s)'s?
Well, anyway, I have no clue what everyone is going on and on about. I, for one, am insanely, deliriously in love with the show. Because I've got a healthy relationship with it. My TV, my shows, and I understand and accept and love each other - tragic flaws and all. We fight. We make up. We do it all over again. And I really wish that anyone who feels they're far too superior to join in this little orgy would just STFU, stop watching shows they bitch and moan about, and take a mental break from life.
And that ends my little rant because I'm all about the Happy today (it's all about the stupid little things), which you will all read about if and when I finish writing it up. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 4:13 PM ... ||
Everyone, it's time I 'fessed up. I'm getting old.
I'd say "that's all" and let that statement hang, but you all know me and my longwinded need for explanation and exposition, so I'll be back to calmly discuss my Friday in NYC (plus a bit of Saturday AM in the Suburbs).
Oy.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:47 PM ... ||
Thursday, February 26, 2004
"you have to massage your tongue"
Training others on the cow tongue testing was so messed up, so incredibly boring, so tiring, that I didn't even realize I said that line until after the friend started cracking up. Oops. Yes, dammit, massage it to soften it up. **sigh** At least it wasn't as embarrassing as actually showing them the tissue cavity prep, because while trying to describe my actions as I was doing them... well, let's just say my vocabulary was pretty limited to "do this, like this" and "do that a few times" because the other phrases that popped into my head were probably considered no-no's for the work environment. Oops again, but I'm sorry. You just can't force your imagination to quit on you, ya know.
Went out to lunch with friend N. Now, okay, I lurve her lots because she's funny, she keeps me entertained at work, and she's a bit like me (despite her need to psychoanalyze me to death), but I've now discovered why this other guy at work hates to sit shotgun whenever she drives. Slowest.Freaking.Driver.EVER! So that's why he made me sit in the front -- it's much harder to gauge the actual speed of the car from the backseat. Most excruciating 10 minutes of my life if you know me and driving.
Had my first conference call meeting today. Which I got to leave early. To go to another meeting. Which also featured a conference call. ScaryIntimidatingBoss and CommandoBoss wasn't at that one, which was great because J and I (and A, our hardware guy who's actually very funny, very dorky cute, but also very married, dammit) got to make faces at each other during the call. We were all discussing filling out safety forms, and needing to make clear what the hazard was in using our newest equipment - to which the three of us pretended to be electrocuted (yes, very mature, thank you). Luckily, FlyersBoss, who was leading the meeting, was too busy doing stuff on his laptop to notice. Heh. But then after the call, we ended up going over my data from this past week, and that added an extra hour to the meeting. So in the end, it was ALL MY FAULT!!!! **sobs**
And then after the meeting, J, N, and I ended up sitting by their desks, gossipping and snarking the way we should have done last night if the two guys hadn't been at dinner. Being the catty women that we are, the conversation obviously turned to men. And after listening to perky J rant about her boyfriend, we had to shut her up because her boyfriend cooks. Dammit. If you have a boyfriend who loves to cook for you, even if he does make a mess, just shut up shut up shut up. And then while discussing how we all like tall(er) men, she had the nerve to... you know, I'm starting to hate her, lol... she had the nerve to rub it in our faces that she's never dated anyone shorter than 6'. Dude. The girl is less than 5' tall. How incredibly unfair is that? Hrmph. It just made me so sad to know that all the guys I've liked have been tall (except Kevin.. haha... Kevin and Pooh... shut up), but the only ones who've liked back were... not so much. And then she started to bitch about how he liked to fix things for her, and... well, N and I just got up and left. Not in a mean way, of course, because we had voluntarily stayed an extra hour at work just to have a gigglefest. But I'm sorry... if you have a man who loves to cook and fix things for you, and you need to moan about it....? *smappy smappers*
So... we're planning to go out for dinner (or maybe lunch). Cuban food. And drinks. Plenty of drinks. Because that's the only way we'll let J finish her ranting -- if we're drunk off our asses.
Speaking of getting drunk off my ass... Concert tomorrow night. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:31 PM ... ||
You know what?
I am soooooo glad I didn't come into work at 8 to get a head start on my tongues like I planned. (bed... mmm.... sleep...)
You know why?
BECAUSE SOMEONE MISWIRED MY CONTROLLER YESTERDAY!!!! ('twas the PhD friend... you know, it really doesn't take a PhD to do it...)
Dammit. No wonder my tests failed yesterday and I'm stuck redoing them today. Had to fix the controller myself. (ooooh.... soldering....) By the time I leave this place, I'm going to have a minor in electrical engineering. Okay, maybe not.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:46 AM ... ||
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Hehe! Dudes, I am sooooo wide awake right now. Had an iced coffee to go with my pad thai tonight, and the caffeine is kicking in right now. Weeeeeeeee!!!
Dinner was great. Lots of fun with all the intern/young'uns. Unfortunately, the restaurant was very crowded and very loud, so not much talking occurred. Also, a group of people from work showed up and ended up sitting at the next table (no one I was familiar with, but two of my friends were), so we didn't do too much gossiping. Besides, needing to yell across the table to be heard isn't exactly conducive for snarking on work. Had a moment where I misjudged exactly how spicy my food would be so for the first half hour of dinner I couldn't feel my tongue. LOL. But now, the tongue (mine) is getting nerve sensation back. Hee.
Almost missed my exit on the drive home. It was very strange driving without needing to fight my way to the off-ramp. So strange that I zoned out for a second, and then didn't think my exit looked... right. Heh. (No, I wasn't drinking tonight.) Of course, it didn't help that I was distracted for some reason or other. Bleh. Distractions suck when you're driving, yo.
One of my friends got his PhD last week, and became truly unbearable. If I had to see his smirking face for another day, I would have had to smack him for his own good. So this week was just lovely because he seemed like his old self again. But then this morning, he came in all giddy and gloating, because he was offered a job. Dammit. PhD and a really high paying job (anytime anyone wondered how great his offer was, he just kept making these... orgasmic?... noises. Also... EWWW) within a week's time. Dude. Bastard. Hrmph. It got so bad that every time he walked past me, I had to suppress the urge to stick my foot out and just... oops.
So I thought I was doing pretty good with being my usual bitchy self. But other friend, as usual, had to burst that bubble. Bitca. We were chatting and goofing off before we left for dinner. For some reason, we just couldn't stop laughing and snarking on everything. We were discussing her last job interview and how their feedback included notes on how she wasn't extroverted enough. This, of course, is bad because we have similar dispositions. So we discussed ways to appear more extroverted. You know, crappy stupid things like smiling more, laughing more, just being perky and charming. Somehow the conversation turned into a psuedo-therapy session for me where I mention I feel like I've been mellowing out lately instead of stressing out a lot. BitcaFriend suddenly agrees excitedly that I've seemed more outgoing lately... laughing a lot more... just generally seeming "happier." If it's true (which I will deny, deny, deny) then I blame the new intern for being one of those non-stop bubbly people who carry around some sort of contagious smiling disease.... and I also blame the weather. I'm starting to think I may be one of those seasonal people, because seeing the sun always makes me more cheerful. Cheerful is okay, but Smiling Laughing Outgoing Happy Pooh? WTF? No, seriously... WTF! I really gotta stop that. *grumbles*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:07 PM ... ||
I'm awake! That means I have to be mean and ranty and bitchy now. :P
Have tummyache. :-( I blame drinking the mocha freeze during the heavy "wintry mix," and also sleeping with the windows open. Bad Pooh!
Am mucho tired. :-( I blame... me. Yeah, I suck that way.
Had almost half an inch of ice encasing the car this morning. :-( Blehhhhh.
DOOM!!!
Have to train two people on the tongues. :-) Yay! Except not so much because I normally have to rush on Wednesdays, training takes forever, and no one can meet when I need to start testing. Also... one person said she couldn't make it, and the other never responded to my meeting request. Bad man! Bad! But if no one comes, then I can zip through my tests at my own pace. That's good. (ETA: CRAP! He just accepted. Hate him.)
Girls Night tonight. Going out to dinner with work friends (mostly interns). All girls except the BabyIntern, but we pretty much treat him like one of the gals anyway, s'ok. Heh. Much gossip! Yay! Much snark! Yay! Much food! Woohoo! Thai food anyone? I'll bring home leftovers. :-)
..... huh.
This post ended kind of on an upbeat note, didn't it? Well, not to fear. The rest of the day ought to take care of that. Promise.
*******
Okay, now I'm in a bad mood. Two days. TWO DAYS!! I told the hardware guy (nice guy, but you have to physically tie him down to get him to remember to do something) for our team that I needed a new controller modified because the old one went pfffffffft. Is it done yet? No. Am I surprised? Just a tiny bit. People, you're paid a salary to do a job; quit dicking around. If I ran this place.... *smap smap smap smap smap*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:14 AM ... ||
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Tonight's '24'
I have two words, and only two words:
and
DOOM!!!
(Also, WTF is up with needing to wait until MARCH 30 for a new ep? GRRRR!)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:05 PM ... ||
Quick link to the long-ass meme I tried to do today. It's really, really long, so don't read it unless you truly hate yourself. I tried to make it snarky and funny, but people kept im'ing me mid-meme (you know who you are, *smap*), and it was already taking forever to finish, so I gave up and tried for "stupid" instead of "witty." Heh.
P.S. It's KIEFER DAY! *bouncy x 4*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:25 PM ... ||
and I thought Onesy was the freak magnet...
I dropped by Best Buy today to look at digital cameras (see explanation below). First... the guy who worked that department told some guy asking about computers that "he couldn't leave that area," and then somehow managed to tether himself to me as I played with their selection. Not only was he practically glued to my hip, he never asked me if I needed help, and spent the entire time mumbling to himself. Then... while I was glancing at their laptop selections, some random guy sniffed me. Umm... He wasn't being incredibly obvious about it (thank God), but sniff me he did. So... ewwww! Maybe it's best I never return to that particular store anymore. After all, that's the same store that old guy cornered me. Ugh.
So after my computer spontaneously rebooted this morning while I was chatting with Thing2 (in a v.important convo), and then had the nerve to scold me for incorrectly shutting down... I got into a "Dear God, I NEED a New Computer" mood. Unfortunately (or maybe it's a good thing), despite my incredible impulsive urge to splurge on a shiny laptop to supplement my desktop, my heart wasn't set on any specific laptop yet so that kind of put a damper on shelling out big bucks for a new toy. BUT I am so ready to buy, it hurts. I just need to figure out exactly what I want to buy.
But I had to do something to appease the splurge urge, so I went to look at digicams. And now I've got it narrowed down to either the Canon SD400, Canon A70, or a Nikon. Sooooo.... yeah.... exactly where I started from. Damn. It wasn't a very productive afternoon, was it? Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:10 PM ... ||
Awwww, sheesh. Downstairs neighbor is blasting Mariah. Blasting, blaring... there's no word in the English language that can accurately describe just how loudly this tardneighbor is enjoying her Mariah. Clearly she must be stopped! The neighbor, that is. No, okay, Mariah, too, but she should have been stopped eons ago. Must I do everything?
Damn. My floor is vibrating with that craptitude. This won't do at all.
Off to kick some butt, and then go play in the heavy "wintry mix" outside.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:13 PM ... ||
Hmm.
It's snowing really hard but none of it is sticking. I don't know whether to be happy or upset about that.
Crap. Rick Springfield was on TV singing "Jessie's Girl." Now I have it stuck in my head. Argh!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:41 AM ... ||
Monday, February 23, 2004
Family should be there for each other, not just when you need a Favor. Dammit.
I get home from work and the phone is ringing. It's Thing1, back from San Francisco. So, let's see... she decided to take a week-long vacation in California even though her lease is up this month and she still hasn't found a new apartment. Duh. So she calls me today to ask if I can go home this weekend because she needs PoohDad to help her move (she's storing everything and slumming with her friend for a month), and the PoohBro is coming back from some DECA competition and needs to be picked up. Fine, whatever, no problem. It's the least I can do now that I'm taking her car off her hands. [ot] Sylvie ran into a HUGE pothole today (Sylvie - "because it's silver"... Thing1 has absolutely no imagination whatsoever, but then again, I was the one with the imaginary friend and she was the one with... nothing)[/ot] BUT!! I tell her that I'm going to a concert with cd on Friday, and asked if I could sleepover at her place before she hands over the keys instead of catching the train/bus back to Jersey in the middle of the night. Her answer was a big fat "NO" because she won't have any furniture there. Not a problem. I could bring a sleeping bag and drop it off in the afternoon. Her answer: NO!!!!!! Why? She didn't have a reason except a mumbled "I won't be there" which is a crap excuse. Crap! So yeah... I'm planning on flirting with sketchy guys on the late bus back to Jersey Friday night. Hee!
Btw, if any of you ever need a place to sleep, my floor welcomes you. Hell, you can even have/share the bed if you want. Rowr!
Friend from work sent me this. Enjoy!
A MAGAZINE RECENTLY RAN A "DILBERT QUOTES" CONTEST. THEY WERE LOOKING FOR PEOPLE TO SUBMIT QUOTES FROM THEIR REAL-LIFE DILBERT-TYPE MANAGERS.
HERE ARE THE TOP TEN FINALISTS:
1. "As of tomorrow, employees will only be able to access the building using individual security cards. Pictures will be taken next Wednesday and employees will receive their cards in two weeks."
(This was the winning quote from Fred Dales, Microsoft Corp. in Redmond, WA)
2. "What I need is an exact list of specific unknown problems we might encounter."
(Lykes Lines Shipping)
3. "E-mail is not to be used to pass on information or data. It should be used only for company business."
(Accounting manager, Electric Boat Company)
4. "This project is so important, we can't let things that are more important interfere with it."
(Advertising/Marketing manager, United Parcel Service)
5. "Doing it right is no excuse for not meeting the schedule."
(Plant manager, Delco Corporation)
6. "No one will believe you solved this problem in one day! We've been working on it for months. Now, go act busy for a few weeks and I'll let you know when it's time to tell them."
(R&D supervisor, Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing/3M Corp.)
7. Quote from the Boss: "Teamwork is a lot of people doing what I say."
(Marketing executive, Citrix Corporation)
8. My sister passed away and her funeral was scheduled for Monday. When I told my Boss, he said she died on purpose so that I would have to miss work on the busiest day of the year. He then asked if we could change her burial to Friday. He said, "That would be better for me."
(Shipping executive, FTD Florists)
9. "We know that communication is a problem, but the company is not going to discuss it with the employees."
(Switching supervisor, AT&T Long Lines Division)
10. One day my Boss asked me to submit a status report to him concerning a project I was working on. I asked him if tomorrow would be soon enough. He said, "If I wanted it tomorrow, I would have waited until tomorrow to ask for it!"
(Hallmark Cards executive)
LMFAO.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:42 PM ... ||
Okay, so not quite so much ranting today. Got to work early, got everything all ready for Philly, went to the car. Boss (whose tactics Onesy snarkily noted could be those of a military command) who will now be known as CommandoBoss (purely to distinguish him from the gazillion other Bosses I have... really), ran out the front door to catch us. Philly called to say sorry, our two cases didn't meet our criteria, and therefore we didn't need to bother coming down. Dammit! I woke up early for NOTHING!! And sheesh... if J and I hadn't taken an extra 10 minutes to check our mail, 5 minutes to grab some gear, and then another 5 minutes to stock up on caffeine... we would have been well on our way to Philly before we knew it was a pointless trip.
*grumble*
And then! This afternoon, had lunch with the FlyersBoss (not to be confused with the CommandoBoss and the ReallyIntimidatingBoss and the NicerButNoLongerReallyMyBoss) and he told me that J and I will pretty much be in charge of the Philly part of the project. ARGH! But then when I remarked that it seemed like no one wanted that project, he denied it and said "they" were forcing him not to go by scheduling him for really important meetings. Uh huh. Sure (and maybe the Flyers will win the Stanley Cup one of these years). Pffffft.
But then he talked about watching the SATC finale last night, and really, how can you hate a guy who admits he watches that show? Even if it's fake hate. Okay, but then he snarked on my guy, so pffffft.
PFFFFFT! I tell ya!
|| posted by Pooh at 5:10 PM ... ||
Sunday, February 22, 2004
We will rant and rant and rant tomorrow night.
Turns out, J, who is really just a co-op, and Pooh the Intern will be headed to Philly solo. AGAIN. Bastards. Absolutely no one - NO ONE - wants this job, especially since it's guaranteed that you definitely won't get back until 6PM, at the earliest. I'm not even on salary or a full-time employee. Why am I getting this shitty assignment? Dammit! HIRE ME ALREADY and I'll go to freaking Philly every day!!!
*sobs*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:10 PM ... ||
Know what doesn't help?
Knowing the PoohDad is in San Diego this week, and then having Thing1 calling me this morning to tell me that she's been in San Francisco the past few days (*BOGGLES* Wtf, how come no one tells me anything anymore?). Dammit. Why aren't I on vacation or something? And the nice 50 degree temperature today is absolutely no consolation because it's supposed to drop back to the 30s for the rest of the week. Grrr.
Know what else doesn't help?
Everyone I've come into contact today calling me "Ma'am." Excuse me. Do I look like a ma'am??? Exactly how old do I look?
.......Shut up.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:29 PM ... ||
Saturday, February 21, 2004
|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 PM ... ||
That's it!! Hrmph! Hrmph! Hrmph!
HockeyBoyfriend is pissing me off. That punkass decided to have another baby yesterday.
Really! The nerve!
When he got married after I asked him to wait one more year for me (so I could graduate and come back home to stalk woo him), we both agreed it was just a minor setback in our relationship.
When the first baby came, I was upset. Duh. But still agreed that it wouldn't put a damper on our torrid affair.
When the second baby came, sure I was angry, but what could I do? Searching deep within myself, I discovered I could live with it. I could accept it, you know.
But now? PFFFFFFT. Screw that.
Hmmm.....
But you know.... He's still really hot... And I can still watch him skate and skate and skate all day long... And that 'C' still looks hella sexy on him.... And he's hella funny and adorable whenever he's interviewed.... And... And... And... And... You know, cutting off the love for a HockeyBoyfriend is hard when it's hockey season and the playoffs are coming up.... Dammit! He knows me so well, and knows all the right buttons to push. Hrmph!
|| posted by Pooh at 7:25 PM ... ||
what are you lookin' at?
My right contact lens was bugging me all afternoon. I couldn't take them out because I was in the city. Consequently, I became the Freakish Blinking Girl. Friend kept asking me why I was winking at her... even after I explained what had happened.
Hrmph!!!
Contacts are out now so no more PoohWinks for any of you. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 6:39 PM ... ||
Friday, February 20, 2004
Just because I can.
And just because I still am.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Oh, and **lick lick, bounce bounce, rowr rowr**!!! Hee!
PS. Sexiest guest star on any TV show ever. But you know, that could just be my opinion. LOL. SQUEEEE!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 AM ... ||
Thursday, February 19, 2004
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Did y'all catch Krycek and DB on tonight's CSI? SEXIEST. EPISODE. EVER!!! **falls all over Krycek** ROWR. And bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy!!! And...
SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:18 PM ... ||
Knock, Knock
Are you there, Pooh? It's your Concentration.
No. You give me nothing but grief and seem to enjoy letting me screw up whenever you decide to take a coffee break.
Are you there, Pooh? It's me, your Brain.
No. I used you way too much today, and you make me hurt. Go away.
**whimpers** owwww, the pain! the photosensitivity! blehhhhh!
Are you there, Pooh? It's me, your Will To Live.
No. I just got out of a three hour, late afternoon meeting. Fuck off.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:42 PM ... ||
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
AHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
*mutters to self* going home now it'll be all right going home now going home now going home now
|| posted by Pooh at 6:09 PM ... ||
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
It's KIEFER Day!
Tonight's episode of 24...
Previously:
~ Wayne and Prez do what they do best -- bore each other... and me.
~ Nina and Jack sex it up, as usual.
~ Other baddies talk a lot. Blah blah.
~ Sherry schemes. Julia underwhelms. DeadBoringGuy overacts.
Now:
~ Now concludes this session of the Mile High Club. Jack, Nina, and Chase deplane looking hot, sexy, and sated.
~ Exactly how did Chase and Chloe become such good friends? Awwww, Chase, the worried father. "Uh, gosh, Chase, I think she's kinda pissed." LMFAO. Love Chloe. But seriously, who cares about Kim anyway? She can piss away if she wants.
~ Oh oh. Tony/Michelle fight. Please make up, please make up, please make up. I don't like these foreshadows of doom, dammit.
~ Umm... something with Wayne and Palmer. What was it? No clue. Do I really care? Not really. You know the teacher's voice on Peanuts? Yeah. That's what these two sound like to me. Blah blah blah blah blah. You know what would make this scene even better? If Dixon guested on 24 to brief these two men. Wouldn't that be exciting?!!!
~ Is it me or is Sherry's hair starting to look more and more like Kim's?
~ Aw, Kief helped Nina down from the truck. It's twu wub, dude, no matter what y'all say. Hrmph!
~ Newsflash! Chappelle is an ass. Also... he so wants Jack. Then again, who doesn't?
~ Nina needs to kick Kim's ass. Hard. Repeatedly.
~ Squeeeeee!!!!! Jack/Kim4EVA&EVA&EVA!!! OMG. Did you see the hair stroking? The "Sweetheart"? EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! "I'll see you in a minute, okay?" Oh god, the sex voice? "Come here... come here. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I was embarrassed ... I didn't want you to worry ... I'm so sorry ... We'll talk about this later, okay? Don't worry. I love you." Oh man. OH MAN! More hair stroking. More velvety sex voice. More whispered sweet nothings. The way he hugged her. The way he careessed her chin with his thumbs. The way he kissed her on the forehead. The way they started walking away and then turned to each other and shared that long, tender, lingering look? Dude. Just dude. DUDE!! Seriously. Quick! Someone get me a Kief!! You know, in reality, these kinds of father/daughter relationships should be squicky. But oddly enough, I think I need a cold shower now. An icy cold shower. Or maybe a long freezing soak. Because DAMN. That was HOT. I hate Kim. A LOT. She sucks so much balls and yet, she gets that kind of attention from the Kief (and from Chase!). Dammit, Kief! [OT] I can't wait until FF'04 because the Kief is going to do that same scene with me. Just wait and see.[/OT]
~ Eeeep! Chase. And BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I guess now that Kim has The Kief back all to herself, and after that particularly hot scene, she doesn't need Chase anymore.
~ Julia. Trying to act. Pfffft. Whatever.
~ Rowr! Jack getting blood drawn. There's something hot about needles and sexy men. (see Arvin Sloane from Sunday's Alias ep). I love how Chase doesn't get around to telling Kim himself about Angela, but he finds it necessary to let Jack know in person. That's because he really lurves Jack. And Jack's pretty mellow about BabyChase. Which, you know, also points to True Love. They're so going to raise BabyChase together, because Jack/Chase4EVA!
~ Weeee! Michael Bolton is back! And he gets to drop subtle snark on the whole Tony/Nina dynamic. Heh.
~ Nina's wearing a doggy collar. While being interrogated by Tony. So... just your typical 24 kinks. Heh. Too bad Nina's a skank who doesn't use protection. Sigh.
~ Alvers and Amador and virus. These villains... suck.
~ I love Chase. Kim doesn't deserve Chase. Chase needs to dump Kim's ass. "How could you not know?" Yeah, dammit, Chase. Don't you know it's all about Kim? Just because you JUST found out about BabyChase a month ago doesn't mean you couldn't have warned her when you first started dating her three months ago. I mean, I can't believe you didn't anticipate this would happen while you were dating BabyChase's mother. Seriously. Pffft. Chase needs to drop kick Kim's boobs into a vat of that virus. She is getting on my last nerves, and I don't care how hot she is with Kief. "And I'm falling in love with Angela, too." AWWWWWW!!!! *mushy puddle of goo* Dude. Nothing sexier than a doting father. And EEEEEEP!!! "Hello, sweetheart." OMG. Then the forehead to forehead thing with Baby? And then the kiss to the forehead? Damn. I never wanted to be Kim or the Baby more than I do now. Chase couldn't be more like Jack if he tried. Now if only Jack Jr. would get a clue, especially if he lurves BabyChase so much. There's no way in hell Kim would make good mother material. Me, on the other hand.....
~ Hee. Power conflict between Jack and Chappelle. Can you sense the UST? Can you? Huh? Huh? Huh?
~ Tony goes into a list of Nina's accomplishments. She's been very busy. And I don't care what Steph says. She wasn't done yet! She could have been 24's Murdoch. "MacGyyyyyver Jaaaaackkkkk!!!!!" She could "die" and keep coming back when the pace of the show starts to slow down. That would rock. Also, her smirk when she sees Richards come in with his suitcases? Hee. Love her.
~ I don't understand why Kief has to defend his actions. He's the KIEF, dammit. Oh, this is why: Kiefer exploding and getting all badass duriing his interrogation. Rowr to AngryYellingKief! Hee. Awwww, Chappelle offering to help the Kief out by lying in the name of "saving the trouble of paperwork"? Oh yeah. Chappelle needs to just come out and declare his lust of the Kief like the rest of us.
~ Palmer and his round table of boring people. But much love for SecretAgentMan Aaron. Awwwww.
~ Palmer and Sherry something something something. If anyone can make these scenes with Palmer interesting... then dear god, please put me out of my misery.
~ Why are DramaQueen Adam and Kim so buddy buddy now? Pffffft.
~ Awww, Chase put on a new shirt. Yum. Now someone needs to tell Kief that he needs to change his shirt, too. And his pants. Don't forget his pants! And his underwear! If he wears any. We should probably check. I suggest a very thorough inspection.
~ Damn. Nina's so badass, she'll even commit "suicide" to escape. Dumbass CTU people. What's a little nicked artery, anyway?
~ Whoa, Wayne. Why do you care so much about Julia? She SUCKS. Oh, wait. So do you. Nevermind. Carry on. Just not on my TV, thank you. Spec: Wayne and Julia are in cahoots and are even more evil than the boring Amador and Alvers. Anyone who Sucks that much has to be Evil.
~ ACK! That's a lot of Nina blood all over the place. Not to mention all over Tony. Duuuuude. Tony's too hot and too sexy to be sprayed by HIV infected blood. He can't die! No matter how much Trix wants to scare us with her threats of doom. Bah!
~ Alarms! Chaos! Lots of dead people. Seriously, WTF is wrong with Kim (I know, stupid question). Someone needs to remind her this isn't her show. Who does she think she is? Just because she's got some Jack genes in her does not make her badass. Grabbing the guard's gun and then trying to face off with Nina? She's lucky Nina was hurt because she would be dead dead dead right now, and I would be happy happy happy. Sadly, the world hates me as much as I hate Kim, and therefore, am not that lucky.
~ EEEEEK! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!
~ Okay, we all knew it had to come down to this. Jack killing Nina. In the end, it's only right that he does it. Now, if Kim had been the one to pull the trigger, I would have to boycott this show. But still... DAMN!
*sobs*
Ugh. I just couldn't put my heart into snarking on 24. I loved the ep (minus all Prez-related scenes), but am not sure how to feel about that ending. *sniffle*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:34 PM ... ||
Poopy on Walmart.
They had a huge bin of cheap DVDs. Sadly, the bin was like 4 feet deep and all the DVDs were thrown in there so haphazardly as to disencourage sifting through them. I bet there was a KIEFER in that pile. Dammit. And then their racks of DVDs were pretty empty. All their DVDs were either piled up in shopping carts or on the floor, waiting to be sorted. Blehhh. So instead, I went looking through their CD collection. As I walked down the aisle, doing a fast skim, staring right at me was Richard Marx's Greatest Hits. For FIVE dollars! What a steal! Only I didn't buy it because, you know... that's like something you'd order online instead so people can't see your face. Besides, the lines in the electronic department were way too long and I'm too impatient to wait.
So I went to get some DD coffee (mmmm) and am now scarfing down a bag of Oreos (yummmmm).
Anyway, Desert Saints will have to continue to wait until after tonight's 24. SexyKief! Chase and BabyChase! Squeeee!
Also, it's supposed to snow overnight, but there were some baby flakes when I got back. Bleehhhhh. Is it bad to hope for a lot of snow or really yucky conditions tomorrow morning so I don't have to go to work?
|| posted by Pooh at 3:54 PM ... ||
"Can you hear me n--..."
"No, Bastard!" **jumps in and bitchsmacks annoying Verizon guy**
Got my new phone plan over the weekend. **twitch** Porting my number was a lot easier than I thought it would be, so those of you who have my number... You're in luck. You can still crank call me. Changing phones was a different matter entirely as I tend to get overly sentimental and attached to my gadgets. I refused to let go of my Nokia when I got a Motorola phone, and now I cry for my Motorola every time I have to use my new phone.
More sobbing ensued from the decision to switch to that monopolizing, bastard V company which I have refused to support up until now. They're the reason I refuse to have a land line, and back when I did, refused to use their long distance service. But I guess the joke is on me because they're screwing with my phone service. And yes, it's totally personal. For example...
In the hospital lab in Philadelphia (a cold, dreary, windowless room buried on the 5th floor), I used to get great reception on my old service, but not the new. This is a problem since we do a lot of calling out to work people when we're in the field, and we can't call out on the hospital phones.
In the work lab (a freezing, windowless room on the top floor), the old service barely gave me any reception but the new one is great. This is moot, because everyone calls me on the work number when I'm there anyway.
In the apartment, my old service loved me. Loved loved loved loved me. The new service... well, I'd need a floorplan to diagram the reception areas. I spend most of my time in my room, because the livingroom is a futon and a crappy tiny TV and I'd probably go into convulsions from computer withdrawal. If I sit on the bed, I get okay reception. If a take a step away from the bed, I get much better reception (3 instead of 2 bars on the reception thing, and we're talking about a total of 6 of those stupid bar things). If I stand by the window, I get nothing. That's right, NOTHING. Zero, zip, zilch, nada. Explain that one to me. And when I use the phone, I can't move. If I move even a fraction of an inch while on the phone, the reception drops. Even when I'm getting pretty good reception according to the phone, I have yet to experience a non-staticky, non-choppy conversation that doesn't break up. The rest of the apartment is ehhh, but if I open the front door and stick the phone outside, the reception thing shoots up to full capacity, BUT if I stand on the road outside the apartment, I'm back down to 2 bars. So you know what? They can @#$$%%^%&^%#%$@ themselves and @#$%^%^&^*(&$#@ while they're at it. If they also %^$$#$^ $%$#%^#, that'll be a bonus, but not really necessary (because, hey, I have limits, too, you know).
I can't believe my contract is for two years, dammit. On the plus side, I've been downloading games like crazy (greedy bastards making me pay for them!), which means I'm addicted to Frogger and Tetris again. Also, I can take tiny pictures of myself, with shitty resolution, which none of you will ever see because I'm too cheap to upload them. So ha!
Next on the list of things to get:
~ Computer (where I bang my head over my nemesis, the question of desktop vs. laptop)
~ Digital camera (so I can take loads of ass pics, upload them, and still not show any of them to you)
Fun times, people.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:48 AM ... ||
Monday, February 16, 2004
Dudes! I looked supa-cute today. Yup. Less than four hours of sleep, bleary-eyed, hair pulled hastily up into a ponytail, huge bags under my eyes... so incredibly hot. But I wore a nice shirt (not a v-neck, for those who've snarked on my alleged neckline of choice) and jeans. And my ass looked great, btw. Too bad the only person who got to see me was the other intern. For some reason, even though we met up at work at 7AM, we were both incredibly giddy. I think the first thing we said to each other was...
Her: I'm wearing jeans to work!
Me: I know! Me, too!
Yeah, it doesn't take much. Pathetic, huh? LMAO. And dude, don't knock the jeans-at-work excitement. There's just something very liberating about it. And I'm going to stop right now because this kind of excitement just makes me seem like a freak.
Philly, wonderfully enough, didn't take all day. Ok, we didn't get back to work until 4:30 PM, but that's hours before we were expecting to get back. This is mostly because our two cases today sucked. The first case we tried. We tried real hard. No, really. And it didn't work. The second case, when we got it, both our eyes bulged out and our jaws dropped. It came in this huge gallon lidded bucket and we were told it was "rather large." Umm... we were both too scared to peek inside, and when we did... I think I might have squeaked. LOL. Our tissue was HUGE! We were pretty sure we got the wrong organ to work on.
Me: Are we sure that's a uterus?
Her: It looks more like a stomach.
Me: I think a stomach is a lot smaller than that.
Her: The stomach of... a cow?
Me: That thing is so big, I just want to cry.
Her: I'm pretty sure they're not playing a joke on us. Looks like a whale's stomach, but is really a human uterus.
Me: Do whales have stomachs?
Her: Elephant, maybe?
Me: Right. I'm thinking maybe we shouldn't bother trying this one.
Her: I agree. No wonder she was complaining of pain.
Me: Oyyy. Just looking at it is making me hurt.
We ended up making an executive decision and decided not to bother with it. Our sound measurement, basically a stick with measurement marks on it, went all the way up to the end where the numbers ran out. So umm... it was really messed up. Could have been a joke, but alas, it was the right thing, so we said "screw it," and the pathologist on duty agreed with our assessment. Heh. So yeah, a simple job ended up being a pointless trip to Philly today. Now, I'm not saying it's an "I told you so" moment, but really... I think this is the World telling OurBosses that this is what happens when they send two interns to do a job that at least one of them was supposed to do. So there. HRMPH.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:32 PM ... ||
Less than four hours of sleep and a million hours expected in Philadelphia today. Will probably come back overcaffeinated, hyper, and grumpy.
Wish me luck!
|| posted by Pooh at 6:17 AM ... ||
Bleh.
I have to be up in 4 hours, so of course I've got insomnia.
Poopy Mcpooperpants. Blehhhh.
Oh, and tonight's Alias? Heh. I'm going to need to sleep on it. But just to make it abundantly clear... I LOVE ALIAS!!!! Oh, yes, I do. Yes indeedy. Yes. I do. No, really. I do. I really do. Really I do. Do really I. Do I really. Oh, yessirree. Yup. Yuppers. Yeppy peppers. Peppy yuppers. Swoony woony.
Oh gawd. Not sleeping is making me psycho. (Shut up)
|| posted by Pooh at 12:58 AM ... ||
Sunday, February 15, 2004
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
*starts saving money for all the upcoming DVDs*
And yes, V. Be a good boy and go out and buy many copies of those Millennium DVDs so I can have my S:AaB.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:54 PM ... ||
Saturday, February 14, 2004
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORE good news! Possible S:AaB DVDs????
*bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy*
In the not so good news department, I got a call from one of the bosses yesterday afternoon. He wanted to know if I'm free on Monday. We don't have to go to work because of the holiday but the other boss had mentioned that if we had cases on Monday, that we would have to go. This guy told me that we had two cases on Monday, that the other intern said she was free to go, and he wanted to see if I were free, too. So I told him that I didn't have anything really important planned. So that was that. Until.... the end of the convo where he just threw in that last tiny detail -- it'll just be me and the intern. WTF. No, seriously, WTF. Like, thanks a lot, bastard, for suckering me into saying I could help out and then telling me that it'll just be us. The only reason I initially volunteered my help on a holiday was because no one else knows the procedure and if they were planning on going anyway, they would most likely need my help. Also, we're just INTERNS! WTF is up with putting your two interns in charge of this project? At least one of the bosses should be there, dammit. Besides, this other person has only been working for one week. She knows nothing. NOTHING. Punkass bitches, all of them. So now... I have to be at work on Monday by 7 AM for another long Philly day. That means I get to drive, do all the contact stuff (and watch, everyone will be on break because of the long weekend), do the procedure, feed this intern, then drive all the way back while she sits there just watching me. My only consolation is I heard they pay double for holiday work time, so I better not get screwed if they cheat me out of that, too. GRRRRRR.
Right now I am praying and sacrificing virgins that the day will be a bust. We'll get there and our cases won't meet the requirements, or the cases will be bumped, or something else will get in the way of us doing them. Then we can go home early. I'm all for that. And you better bet I'm going to still clock in extra hours if that happens. Pffffft.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:01 PM ... ||
Thursday, February 12, 2004
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just when I thought this week couldn't get any better than the Chase!Squee.
Along comes C.S.I. and their preview for next week. I know that voice anywhere. ANYWHERE! Okay, granted, seeing DB onscreen confused me a bit and made me doubt myself. But no... alas, my ears did not deceive the first time. The PoohEars are tuned to Krycek's vocal frequencies, dammit!
Nick Lea and DB Sweeney on next week's CSI!
YIPPEEEEEEEE!!!!!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Already, it's the Best. Episode. EVER!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:23 PM ... ||
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Bleh.
Tissue Wednesday went off nicely. I even got to finish collecting data and doing all my measurements today. Sadly, I have to repeat experiments tomorrow. Blecccch. And the snarky boss told me we're going to have to start compiling all our data and writing up reports asap. Uggghhhh. Dude. I am only there three freaking days a week. I am not SuperPooh, dammit.
And then! We have this thick binder we bring down to Philly with us. It's filled with all our data and procedural notes. The old boss who used to hold onto the binder should have been compiling all the data as we went along. But no, of course he didn't because that would have been too easy. So now, the snarky boss has told me to start getting all of that stuff backed up electronically so we'll be caught up. And not only do I have to start the initial compilation (later to be handed off to the other intern once I get a template set up), he has now given me (ME!!!) ownership of the stupid binder. Argh! I soooo do not want it. In fact, no one wants it, and he knows it. Which is why he tried to butter me up today by attempting a cheap ass manipulative tactic to make binder ownership not such a shitty job.
His exact words: You now own this binder. Just think of it this way... Pretend like this binder is Scott Niedermayer, and you now own him. So treat it and take care of it like you would him.
My words: (after I snorted very loudly) Uhhh, yeah... That analogy sooo doesn't work. It's not the same. But unfortunately, I get it. (I would like to take this time to congratulate myself on not going into details as to exactly why his analogy sucked -- mostly because he knows I'm psycho, but just not how much.)
I hate when people use your boyfriends to snark on you. HRMPH!
And then, right before he left, he totally let loose a low blow. A quick taunt about how my team lost to his. I would have gotten all pissy with him, except low blows are exactly what I would normally expect from a Flyers fan, and really, why bother arguing with them when they should just enjoy whatever they can get from us. Heh. (I'd worry about getting hit by Trix's wrath right now, but I'm pretty sure all I have to do is dangle Souray in front of her and she'll forgive me. Hee. Sheldonnnnnnnnnn!)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:32 PM ... ||
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
So...
I was going to post this really long "review" of tonight's episode of 24. Instead, because I think I'm way out of practice, I decided to post it over at the LJ. Not to fear. The snark will be back here once I get my groove back on again. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 11:17 PM ... ||
The World vs. Pooh/Kief
It's been a beautiful day, marred by lack of Kiefage. I swear. It's like everyone is against the Pooh/Kiefer love.
Stopped by Best Buy to spend some nonexistent money. No Desert Saints. Which was sort of okay because I was in a cheerful mood and wasn't really expecting to be victorious in the I'm Going To Find This Stupid Movie If It Kills Me contest. Almost bought The Sure Thing special edition dvd (mmm... Johnny... drool...) because they were having a Valentine's Day special of 2 for $20 on select dvds. Sadly, that was the only dvd I wanted because I already had the other ones or they were CRAP. I'm sorry, but there's no way I'm wasting $10 on The Sweetest Shit Thing or How to Lose a Fucker Guy in 10 or Whatever the Frell Days for Johnny. I love him, but not that much. And then, some guy, another customer, accosted... I mean... cornered me by the DVD players to ramble on and on about this new DVD feature he discovered on his player. Now before y'all get excited, the man was old and in a wheelchair and felt it was his obligation to spread the news about this "wonderful and great" thing because he was a self-professed tech geek.
Which makes me wonder why I get followed around a store by the weird tech geeks and my friends get the freaks in the bookstores.
Btw, stopped at Borders and did not get picked up. Hrmph. Got a few more books, but that's not such a shocker. Was very much upset to learn I totally missed the THN mag of my HockeyBoyfriend by a week. *sobs* Also, found out that Borders' prices for DVDs is ridiculously expensive. Bugger to them. BUT found a copy of Desert Saints for $8. BUT before y'all get excited for me, the package was all taped up (why would anyone do that to Kiefer?!?!?!?! Horrors!) and there was more shaking going on inside the box.
It's official. THE ENTIRE FREAKING WORLD DOES NOT WANT ME TO SEE THIS MOVIE!!!!!
Okay, you could make the argument that I could have ordered the damn movie and have it by now. However, I wanted that instant gratification of being able to pick it up, buy it, and watch it all in the same day. Anyway, there's one more store I need to check, and if they don't have it, then I'm buckling down and letting the sexy mailman send Kiefer my way.
So yeah, my gorgeous beautiful spring-like day started out great and ended up crappy. But then I got a mocha freeze at Borders, got brain freeze, and all was right with the world again. Ahhhh.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:32 PM ... ||
That stupid groundhog must have cataracts.
It's 45 degrees outside and absolutely gorgeous. People are walking around in short sleeves, the birds are chirping merrily, and Spring is in the air. It is way too nice a day to be stuck inside.
Unless, of course, you're stuck inside a bookstore, because there's no bad day to be in a bookstore. Especially if you're sitting by a picture window with a large cup of coffee and a good book. Hmm... bookstores should consider investing in gardens or something to let you sit outside and peruse their merchandise...
Okay, maybe I'm just a nerd. Anyway, I'm off to enjoy for a bit. (Can't stay outside too long. Am much too anti-social for that. *shudder*)
|| posted by Pooh at 12:19 PM ... ||
Monday, February 09, 2004
The Good, The Bad, and The Truly Obsessed
1. The Good
I drove to Philly with no problems. Didn't even have to follow anyone to get there. Was quite surprised to discover that my brain actually retained the directions there and back. Also, navigated downtown Philly with no problems (unless you count going around in circles a couple of times no problem).
Also, our anticipated 3 cases for today were bumped to later times, and then it ended up being only 1 case. That meant we didn't have to stay late, even though we didn't get back to work until after 6 PM due to shitty Philly traffic. But still, for someone who hates driving, I rocked those roads today. Go me.
2. The Bad
Got to work at 6:30 AM, per instructions given to me on Friday. Had checked my voicemail Sunday night to see if there were any change of plans. None. Met up with other intern, got stuff together, waited at front entrance for boss to show up. Were supposed to meet and leave at 6:45 AM.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
7:15 AM. No boss. Asked around. Still nothing. Did not have boss's cell phone number. Called other boss who was going to meet us there. He didn't have boss's cell phone either. Decided to screw it and go on our own. (Yeah, crazy, no? Pooh taking the initiative. Scary.) Got in the car and started driving. Got voicemail on cell phone from boss saying he and other boss had discussed it and thought that I had been in on the decision... sorry that they didn't tell me... they decided to take turns because they were so busy... blah blah blah... call you back later. Then got call from other boss saying boss had a meeting and wasn't going. Then ten minutes later, got call from boss. "Yeah, we decided on Monday that we would take turns because we're so swamped and there's a really important meeting one of us has to go to, and since (other boss) is already down there, we decided I'd stay and take the meeting instead, so really sorry about that."
GRRRRRR.
Got down to Philly and ran into other boss. Asked about this Monday decision thing. "You guys decided on Monday and didn't tell me? Didn't even mention it the whole entire week?" Response: "Uhh... we only talked about it this morning." So yeah, apparently, boss thought I had been in on the decision -- made that Monday morning while he was on the phone with the other boss and the intern and I were at work ignorantly waiting for him. Seriously, people. Work with me here.
3. The Truly Obsessed
The boss in Philly with us today is my dumbass Flyers fan who's only 3 years older than me so I can talk trash with him. We got all excited catching up on the All-Star Game. The first thing he said after asking me if I had watched it was "Did you see Niedermayer? He was awesome, probably the best player there. He was flying up the ice on every single play."
*blushes for HockeyBoyfriend because he'll be too modest to do it himself*
Gotta love that "C" on his sweater. Rowr!
Yep, that's right. Not only did boss remember my Twu Wub (aka Pooh's real man - still lmfao over that one. Dumbass), he encouraged my obsession. (Like I really need encouragement.) We lusted over my man's brilliant pass to that geezer Messier (I don't care how good he is, he's a frelling Ranger. *shudder*) Then we oohed and ahhed over my man winning Fastest Skater. And we were laughing over my weekend threesome: Pooh/HockeyBoyfriend/VCR. After all, I had to explain that my VCR understands the obsession and encourages it by allowing me to rewind and rewind and rewind and rewind my man's skills competition win and his brilliant game.
I felt bad for the other intern there. She's sweet, but she spent those few minutes sitting there with a nervous smile plastered to her face. I guess the boss and I were scaring her with our hockey fangirlness.
Hmm. Now that I'm all hot and lusty over him again, maybe I'll go warm up the VCR right now.
Oh, and just because he's just as adorable (though more of a HockeyCrush than HockeyTwuWub), there's this pic, too. Hee.
And SQUEEEEEE! to Steph. I wish Amazon treated me that nicely and sent me my packages that quickly. Oh, and Tim&Dawn4Eva!
|| posted by Pooh at 8:27 PM ... ||
Sunday, February 08, 2004
It was a very poor KIEF weekend (more on this later), but the HockeyLove was all over the place. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
My man won the Fastest Skater event at the Super Skills competition last night. Woohoo! That's his second time, six years after he first won it. Best part was he didn't even look like he was trying. Rowr!
Then my man had a beautiful, absolutely gorgeous backhanded assist on a goal to help the Eastern Conference beat the Western Conference 6-4. And both NHL Radio and those stupid ESPN guys admitted that he was having a great game, but that sadly, he wouldn't win MVP because he's no Sakic (bastard had a hat trick for the losing side and still won. Dammit). But that doesn't matter because I am SO crediting the overall win to him because he was chosen as the Eastern Captain, also because he had the best +/- on both teams. (Can't wait for my All-Star jersey - with the lovely "C" - to arrive, although much peeved that I couldn't find a copy of the THN magazine with my man on the cover.)
La la la. If he keeps this up and makes a real push for the Norris trophy, I may have to bump Tim off the top of the To-Be-Married list. (*huggles both Singer and Tim*)
Okay, now that the hockey lust is over, I have a Pooh/Kief update for those who care. No, I did not get Desert Saints or see the Thrusting!Kief Sex Scene because the world is against me. Blockbuster, Target, Walmart, and Kmart did not have a copy. Bastards! So instead, I finally got Phonebooth. Dudes, I am so behind on the Kiefer love, but luckily I wasn't depressed all weekend due to my Scott. (Hmm... the PoohDad thinks it's very unladylike for me to love my Devils so much. Oh, well, pooh to him.)
So... y'all know how much I love Alias, right? (And yes, that was said with a straight face. Neener neener.) But I come back online to see the new Alias spoiler, and I really could care less. Like, a lot less. I am all for stunt casting (ok, now that wasn't said with a straight face), but when you have a special guest star every single episode, that just means you've lost control of your show, have no more ideas, have to sink to flashy insubstantial decoys to distract your audience from the fact that you no longer have a storyline... or a clue... and that, ultimately, you suck and even you know it. And I say that affectionately because even though a lot of people have given up and walked away, I know that there are very intelligent and creative people on the staff who don't need to rely on a Guest Star of the Week format. They're so much better than that. (But then again, there's a lot of "new" writers this season that just plain SUCK, so I'm definitely not referring to them.)
And then I see this CRAP? BWAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously... what the fuck is that all about? Hell, I'd prefer Amanda Peet before that, and y'all know how I feel about that no-talent hack, I mean... wonderful actress. 'Cuz, you know, she is.
Okay, back to gawking at my guy. Even though he's in desperate need of a haircut. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 6:41 PM ... ||
Thursday, February 05, 2004
In order not to push Tim & Co. down too much, a quickie update.
For V and Onesy:
Hitchhiker's news
No no no no nonononononono NOOOO!
CardboardKate guests on The Dead Zone. Awwww, CRAP! Why? Just... WHY? If she can't even generate an ounce of chemistry with The KIEF (who is so hot he can have unresolved sexual tension with a freaking doorknob), I'm too scared to contemplate what she'll have with AMH. (I refuse to think "romantic interest," but even enemies should have some kind of UST. Shouldn't they?) Dammit. This is going to be a 6-episode suck.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:00 AM ... ||
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
I'ts LURVE Day!
1. Friends rule!
Thanks for all the hugs, yo. I feel loved (even though I know y'all are faking). Still... gotta love the warm fuzzies. *gropes everyone*
2. Brilliant. Abso-fucking-lutely brilliant!
Finished watching The Office Series 2 and the Christmas specials. Pooh&Tim4Eva&Eva! There needs to be more Tims in the world... so I can marry every single one of them.
"She said 'no,' by the way."
But Pooh says "YES!!!!" Rowr, baby!
P.S. Singer? Dude, you're going to have to do something special now because I'm going to call off the engagement for Tim's love.
3. It's KieferDay!
~ Dude. Nooooooo!!! Salazar!!!! My lovely sexy evil badass! NOOOOO!!!
~ There wasn't nearly enough Kief in this ep, but that scene near the end with the knife throwing and the killing... it went a long way to redeem the Kief-lite-ness of this ep. Yum.
~ Pooh hearts Chloe.
~ Commando!Chase was kinda hot.
~ Kim calling Chloe "unstable"? If she looked in a mirror, she'd probably see this huge ugly black pot staring right back at her. Also, I'm glad she agreed with me -- the puzzling baby question is FAR MORE IMPORTANT than her father's life and death mission. Oh, yeah, and that virus that's floating around in Baddie's hands? Pffffft. I mean, come on. We need to deal with REAL problems first. Like Chloe's instability and how nobody puts baby in the corner.
~ Was much excited about Gina appearing on 24, but now? Not so much. *yawn*
~ Love love love Sherry, but she needs to drop that dead weight Palmer storyline and come over to the Kiefer's side of the show. Like NOW.
Dude. Hot stuff. The King of all Badasses. He's nummy.
4. The All-Star Buzz
Thank goodness there's no new Alias ep this Sunday. Wouldn't want anything to screw with the hockey love. Especially since my HockeyBoyfriend was named Captain of the Eastern Conference All-Star team. Woo hoo! About damn time he started getting the recognition he deserves. Rowr.
Go, Boyfriend! Make Pooh proud.
5. The movie love that just won't go away
Because Trix planted the seeds, I must continue Mushy Love Day by watching Moulin Rouge. Why? Because of this:
|| posted by Pooh at 11:04 PM ... ||
To Trix, who left me in my moment of need today:
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
I said: SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
And that was for the first 100 times I watched that scene.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 2:19 PM ... ||
Monday, February 02, 2004
Well...
I was about to compose a snark entry, but decided against it. It's probably bad form to snark on the reverend overseeing GrandpaPooh's service... at least in a public forum like a blog. One on one in chat, not so much. At least I hope not, but then again, Onesy and I are both going to hel-... I mean, some place really warm... so what do I care, eh?
Tomorrow... another big snow/freezing rain storm. Woohoo! Nothing I LOVE better than that. No, really.
And sometime this week, I am going to get my hands on a copy of Desert Saints even if I have to whore myself out (according to my cousin-in-law, who I was pleasantly surprised could snark with the best of us, "corners" are apparently "no good"... nevermind exactly when we actually had this discussion, just don't think about that). All I know is I NEED to see this movie. The Pooh will not be denied any movie that has a ThrustingKIEF sex scene. Rowr.
Also, poopy. I forgot my glasses again. Damn this senility.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:57 PM ... ||
In my defense...
It was the Giggle Loop!
Dammit. Who knew Coupling was a true story? LOL
|| posted by Pooh at 1:33 PM ... ||
Sunday, February 01, 2004
Well, I'm here. Sorta. Really pooped so must sleep soon.
The weekend is over. I didn't really make any obvious mentions about what was happening this weekend because I wasn't sure how I felt. But GrandpaPooh passed away a few days ago and services were this weekend. He lived to be ninety.... three? Or was it six? I don't think anyone was quite sure, but it was a good happy life. It was really weird to see everyone from one side of my family -- that's close to 40 people. Except for the (mostly) somber mood, there were a million snarky moments. I think I contributed to some of it. Like the fact that I am a freaky hormonal girl who can cry when least provoked. Yeah, I suck like that and give all women a bad name. Also that for some odd horrifying reason, I can't go through a funeral without giggling at least once at the most inopportune moment. In my defense, I am maturing because this weekend's giggle was peanuts compared to the spectacularly devastating laughfest I caused at GrandmaPooh's funeral a few years ago. I am a horrible, horrible, horrible granddaughter.
But I'm sure GrandpaPooh understood and still loves me, may he rest in peace.
Love you all; miss you all. We're fine. I'm fine. Talk to you all tomorrow. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:28 PM ... ||