Sunday, October 31, 2004
Some Desperate Housewives comments:
~ I love Lynette. Lynette rules. I don't care if anyone goes off on her parenting skills or her choker or whatever. She.Rules.Dammit. Come on, the windsprints and the pool digging were brilliant. GayMatt is so whipped, but who can blame him? I'd let her whip me, too, if I were married to her.
~ Susan. Weee! She is such a fangirl with her evil crush! And Susan/Lynette is like Pooh/One/Steph. lmfao. Susan wiping down the hooker's cell... hee! "Thank you, no, I'm on a break."
~ Mike! SQUEEEEE! And I'll repeat it: SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
~ CarlosMommy kicks ass. She kills me. "We don't cry about our problems. We find ways to fix them." If it involves killing certain people (*coughgabsandjohncough*) then I'm all for it.
~ Gabs and John need to die die die die and... oh, yeah... DIE. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. x infinity.
And here comes some spoilery stuff:
~ Bree's got four guns! lmfao. "That way if the cookbook's gotten it wrong, I can fix it." Hee. Her childhood tragedy = yikes, but explains a lot of things.
~ Zach took down Paul! Yikes. That kid is fucked up, yo. Did he do something bad enough to drive MA to suicide? Or is it just the guilt talking? Does he see Bree as the new mom figure, one he can relate to after her childhood admission, or is he crushing the psychomom?
~ Who IS Mike? The guy he met in the park? Did not seem nice (especially with the comment about how laughter pisses him off). Mike in the park? Did not seem nice. He forgot to wear gloves, left a screwdriver, and is "in the system." The other guy didn't seem like a law enforcement type, and Mike's booboos during his b&e seem to indicate he's not quite a professional. Maybe. If he were legitimately undercover, you'd think he'd carry some professional lockpicks or other tools and always wear gloves. And if his prints are in the system as a good guy, wouldn't he be able to go to the cops and give them a head's up? Unless he's not in the Good Guy System and is a Bad Guy. Perhaps an ex-con or something? How else does one get "in the system"? Also, his "pulling up stakes before the cops come looking for him" comment was a bit sketchy, not to mention the other guy telling him to disappear if his cover is blown. But if the other guy says that one of the neighbors isn't so nice, does that make Mike a good guy or a less bad guy? Please let him not mess with Susan. Susan needs to be happy, dammit!
~ Susan/Mike. SQUEEE! They are too cute together. I felt for her when she told him about her date. No, Susan, don't do it! Pain! Angst! But he made up for it. "Then how much for a trip around the world?" SQUEEE! And then all her questions? SQUEEE! And the kissage?! SQUEEEEE!!!!! And her asking him to repeat it? Totally Susan; totally cute; totally SQUEEEE!!!! Please be good. Please be good. PLEASE BE GOOD! Please don't let him secretly be part of her pattern of picking assy men!
~ Yay! No Edie or Mrs. Huber. THANK GOD.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:04 PM ... ||
There are some really messed up people in this world. Some even crazy and psychotic (stop looking at me)... who actually go out in public in the middle of the day (no, seriously, stop). On my walk back from the train station, there was some grungy raggedy guy sitting on a park bench, clearly out of his mind, who was talking to himself. You know, random incoherent things. And every time a girl walked by him, he would pay special attention. The two girls that were in front of me got whistled at. Nothing for me... or rather... I thought I lucked out until he made a comment right after I passed him - a lewd comment (from the little bit that I could hear clearly) that, if uttered by the boyfriend, might have gotten him some. Such is the way on the SlipperySlope, but definitely not in the Real World. So the question: is it better to be the target of a vulgar whistle or an obscene comment?
Oh, and Happy Halloween to everyone. I will be sitting in the apartment with the lights out, watching Desperate Housewives, fangirling, and eating all the candy that would have gone to any kids knocking on our door... if I weren't so extremely lazy and anti-social.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:19 PM ... ||
Saturday, October 30, 2004
I'm bored and Meg isn't on to take my layout request now that I've narrowed down my pics to a reasonable 77 for her to pick and choose from (or make more than one graphic for me to rotate through).
So instead, I will post a boyfriend pic. It's a new pic from Gateworld, but is sufficiently spoiler-lite for me to post here without any kind of warnings, etc. Oh, wait... I don't really care. My blog, my rules. Neener neener. :P
Rowr. (I choose to ignore the other pic that goes with this one. Hrmph.)
|| posted by Pooh at 2:37 AM ... ||
Friday, October 29, 2004
So Jer, aka J-Rome aka G-Unit, said he's taking me salsa dancing. J's supposed to come, too, but the G-Unit said J will expectedly crap out of it, and that for me... there will be absolutely no discussion. At least that's what it sounded like. (Poor boy, he doesn't know me - even the superficial facade - if he thinks it'll be that easy.) And of course, after my withering look, he offered this compromise: if I forgive his sweaty hands, he'll forgive me for not knowing how to dance.
Really... how does a girl turn down an offer like that?
|| posted by Pooh at 7:32 PM ... ||
Snippets of conversation heard from the maintenance/repair/construction buttwads working in the walk/alley between my apartment and the unit next door... at 7AM... on my day off:
"Did you see that bathroom? I think it looked better with the lights off."
(Yes, thank you. I needed to know just that before I'm fully awake. The gagging noises also did not help, fyi.)
"She knows all about these drugs... of course, I don't do any of that stuff... but man, she's so into this Purple Haze stuff."
(Of course, you don't.)
"...I see your truuuuuuuuuuuuue colors shining bright...."
(Oh dear lord. Make him stop. MAKE HIM STOP!)
"Oh, man, you should have seen her. She did this..." *deteriorates into really disgusting, filthy, nasty details, along with the obligatory... sound effects.
(First, keep the graphic details behind closed doors and not out in the open at 7AM on a Friday, when you're standing right underneath someone's window. Second, no, I don't think she could have done what you said she did because in order to do so, she'd need to have three arms, two mouths and be quadruple-jointed... but your buddies aren't aware of that fact. Third, I looked out the window and saw what you looked like -- exactly how much did you pay her?)
*trying to outdo one another in seeing who can bang their pipes the loudest*
(Wasn't meant to be dirty. They're just tossing these huge metal pipes into their truckbed and really trying to be as loud as possible.)
*giggle giggle giggle*
(Yes, men giggle, too. And I know for a fact that when they do, they're up to no good. For example, yesterday a bunch of male interns and A, their fulltime fratboy hero playing with some liquid nitrogen. Lots of giggling followed by "Hey, we have the LN2, let's just see what this baby can do," followed again by another bout of giggling.)
SHUT UP, people.
P.S. Frickin' blogger. WTF.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 AM ... ||
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
73+159 pretty pics have now been reduced back down to 90. Go me.
A big, huge, gigantic sigh of relief and congratulations to the PoohBro who got his acceptance letter to all four colleges he applied to at the State U. He only submitted his online application last week and the high school had only sent out his transcript yesterday. Pretty damn fast, that lucky bastard. Then again, as a resident and admittedly pretty overqualified, it would have been a huge smap in the face if they had eventually turned him down. But the speed... yowie. Now that he's gotten into his safe school, he can concentrate on getting into the schools he really wants to go to, aka any school on the opposite coast.
Now to the really boring stuff. After the snarking fun One and I had last week over the last Lost ep, I was seriously considering snarking on it from now. Sort of like training camp before Alias started up again to get me back in shape. It was going to be really good, too. A scene-by-scene snarkathon. But then I watched this week's ep and... uhhh, yeah... Nevermind. Forget it. That show is a big peeeeeee-yoooo. (Thank god I was watching an ep of Dead Like Me at the same time to take away the sting and pain of it.) I will comment on a couple of things, though, cuz you know me. Can't shut me up. (Spoilers??)
~ Jack sucks as much as Vaughn. Only Vaughn is soooo much better at sucking because he's HoYay-able, and that counts as something in Pooh's book. Also, Vaughn has a gun. That also counts for something. Vaughn has also shown some ability to snark, lightweight that he is, and that counts as PERSONALITY compared to whatever the frell Jack has. Jack merely blows, but seeing how he's a BORE... is blowing a good thing if it puts you to sleep? I'm going to go with "no."
~ Another Alias link - the gratuitous bra shot. Ugh. It did nothing for Syd; it does nothing for Kate. And she's annoying and needs a cookie and needs to learn to unscrunch her face. There's gotta be bananas on the island cuz this girl is seriously constipated.
~ Speaking of the gratutious soft soft soft porn shots... TV does not need Jack and that Kate chick shirtless or in bra, splashing water all over their bodies, and panting heavily. No. Just no. WE DID NOTHING TO YOU, JJ! WHY MUST YOU BE SO CRUUUUUELLLLLLL?!
~ Sawyer - is neither hot nor dangerous nor interesting. Please.
~ Michael - was so much better when he was the wheelchair guy on Oz. At least then he didn't have the island's biggest palm tree stuck up his ass.
~ Charlie - needs to stay a hobbit.
~ Sayid - zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Once a terrorist, always a terrorist. (Okay, I'm going to hell for that one.)
~ A follow-up, if you will. I hate. Hate. HATE. when people talker louder and/or slower, but mostly LOUDER, to non-English-speaking people, as if that'll be enough to cross the language barrier. Yes, I'm staring at you, Sayid. And don't think I appreciated the fact that you accused the Korean dude of stealing your precious water and when you were proven wrong, stomped off without apologizing. That scene, and any scene where he speaks LOUDER to the non-English speaking... well, just the guy now... makes me hurt. HURT. It's not a good feeling. It's seriously not a good feeling. I die a little every time that happens. And I won't even get into the whole distinguishing between Chinese and Korean thing. Or the fact that the people picking on the "minorities" on this show happen to be other "minorities." Death - even in little bits and pieces - is not fun.
~ The Korean couple - most interesting characters this episode, but that's not saying much. Of course one of them speaks English. How convenient. Now I can't wait to find out that the husband was also hiding the fact that he speaks English, too. Then everyone can be one big happy English-speaking family! Yay!
~ Terry O'Quinn - still the best damn thing on this show, but cannot play all the characters at once, and therefore, will never be enough. I die a little more at this thought, too.
~ The whole beach vs water thing? Zzzzzzzzzz. Jack is a crappy leader. Why can't they all just live in the caves with rotating "sentries" on the beach to keep the fires going and to watch out for rescuers?
~ The end. And the music. Anvil much? I haven't seen this big an anvil shitstorm since Season 1, 2, and 3 of Alias. The pain! My eyes! God, my brain. And my Hazmat suit is still at the cleaners, getting prepped for Alias in January.
~ And here's the problem with the anvils -- There. Is. Absolutely. NO. Chemistry. In. The. Cast. On one hand, this works because on a plane full of strangers, you can't expect to have chemistry with everyone (unless I'm on the plane, cuz everyone lurves the Pooh even though she doesn't flash her boobs everywhere -- oh bees, convenient excuse -- *gag*). HOWEVER, this does not work if there's going to be anvils. As much as I hated Syd/Vaughn, there was at least an inkling of chemistry between the two of them (S1 only). Here? Nada. Nothing. I get no vibes from any potential het ships. I get no HoYay vibes, and those are usually the easiest to twist. Everyone's so fucking boring and uninteresting. If any guy on that island manages to get it up, it's because 1) he's gotta pee, or 2) he's in love with himself and that's enough for him. Gawd, just thinking about the lack of chemistry anywhere on that island is making me even more bored. (Suicide is always an option, right? Sally was a wise, wise woman, yo.)
~ Soooo.... when does the first ExtraSpecialCelebrityGuestStar show up? 46 survivors left? Surely there's gotta be at least 10 hiding in that group... somewhere...
~ The previews for next week? I spy... more anvils and another zzzzzzzzzzz island mystery.
I had more snark, but I think I'd rather stare and drool all over the boyfriend caps now. Gotta get those pics figured out for the new layout, right? Priorities, dude.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 PM ... ||
Memo to self:
to beg ≠ to bed
When in the throes of serious fangirl mental distractions, it is best to double check typos. It's all sorts of embarrassing when you switch those two up. Seriously embarrassing. Even when it's only between friends. (Thank god it was only between friends.)
|| posted by Pooh at 12:30 PM ... ||
GAH.
THE EVIL!
Someone who HATES me just posted 159 caps of the boyfriend in one of his movies. Dear god. The pretty. The hot. The sexy. The scruff. The gun. The eyes. The blue shirt!
The DOOM.
I can't be at work right now. I need to go home. Two people have seen me with my cheek pressed against my monitor. That can't be good. I can't think. I have a meeting in an hour and I CAN'T THINK, PEOPLE! omg. So doomed.
So... yeah... just another typical day on the slippery fangirl slope. lalalala...
|| posted by Pooh at 10:16 AM ... ||
Dude.
I almost got the Jem DVDs today... and the Wonder Woman DVDs. But alas, they went back on the wishlist, along with the Transformers DVDs I want, the GI Joe DVDs I want, and the Voltron DVDs (whenever they come out) I want. And now Meg tells me there are Rainbow Brite, Care Bears, and My Little Pony DVDs out there.
Dude? WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE TELL ME MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD WAS ON SALE??!!
*composes self* Apparently, all it takes is a credit card to go back. (Some may say I never left childhood, but what do they know? Pffft.)
And just to prove how growed up I am... I managed to whittle down the layout pic folder to 73 pics (down from 94) and it only took me half the day to do it. Only.
Today (well, yesterday) was Tuesday, and the Meloni lust was severely compromised by that holy fugly photo Trixie linked me the other day. It was wrong. And I may never recover. *SMAPS Trixie - bitca* Hrmph. I don't like losing boyfriends to external forces, dammit. I like booting them myself.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:57 AM ... ||
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Because today is such a happy day (damn, when was the last time I ranted? really really ranted?), I skipped (yes, the Pooh skips) over to the nearest Asian supermarket for ice cream. Stupid place didn't have that big a selection (pffft) but I picked up some red bean ice cream (mmm, fave). After the great wake up email I got from One, I deserved an extra special treat.
And then some ass tried to run me over on my way home. I'd curse his family and home, but I'm in too good a mood. The fangirl glow will not be dulled today! (Hee. Don't you LOVE days like this?)
Yes, I scare myself. All the time.
No, as a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever recovered from it.
Now... to try to narrow down those 94 pics to a somewhat more reasonable count...
|| posted by Pooh at 3:37 PM ... ||
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
The poofy hair! The ears! The tiny bit of scruff! The eyes! The pinchable cheeks! The goofy grin! Beats the boxer pics anytime. (omg, did I say that? *nods* yes, because my love is true and pure) Hell, I even find the tiny laugh lines and the slight bags under his eyes endearing. (shit, may need boyfriend intervention... maybe)
I love getting email. Especially from people who know just what to send to start my day off right. *tackles One* Rowr!
Hmm... Meg's going to kill me. There's absolutely no way she'll make a layout graphic out of 90 94 pics...
|| posted by Pooh at 1:06 PM ... ||
Monday, October 25, 2004
So it begins...
Where are my damn gloves?!
|| posted by Pooh at 8:55 AM ... ||
Since One is watching Desperate Housewives right now, I feel like I can go ahead and post some thoughts. I've seen it, so it's not technically spoiler-filled... for me anyway.
For anyone else, tough cookies. Neener neener.
~ I mentioned I love Lynette, right? I am so Felicity Huffman's bitch. Love her. The twins are just... gah. But dude, painting that little girl blue was freaking hilarious. "Your boys work fast." LMAO. But the end where she couldn't give them the pills? Awww. But damn if those kids don't need some discipline. The Poohparents would never have stood for any of that. (Ahh, hello Mr. Belt and Ms StickEndoftheFeatherDuster and Mr. Ruler and Chopsticks Sr. and Jr... my backside greets you... Heh.)
~ I miss GayMatt. After last week's margaritas and dancing, he's my new (not)gayhusband.
~ Love Susan. Love Julie. Love that Susan went to Julie for help. Love Susan and Mike. Hate Edie. Also, am much upset at Julie that she couldn't work faster during her B&E so Susan didn't need to push Edie on Mike just to keep her out of the house. That scene was painful. PAINFUL. *cringes*
~ Was Edie doing a porn audition? You only wash cars like that in porn movies, right? I mean, not that I would know or anything.
~ So Mike asking out Susan... means he's not on official assignment... right? Not a CIA/FBI/NSA/whateverotheracronym agent/undercover cop? He wouldn't have asked her out and risked compromising the mission/whatever, if he were, would he? So okay, time to be truthful. NekkidMike was fun, but... I'm okay if he keeps his clothes on. Does that make me a bad fangirl? (Or maybe just distracted by other boyfriends.)
~ Kimberly, I mean, Bree rules! So much fun when she went completely psycho. Loved it when she sat down in the strip club and refused to go away and started chattering on about the strippers. Loved that she took away Andrew's door. If I weren't already FH's bitch, I'd be MC's.
~ The gardener must die. Please make him go away. Especially after this week. Pooh really likes Carlos. Beating up the cable guy was just... kinda awwww in a sick way. He loves her! He really does! And Gabrielle's face when she sees the police sketch... heh.
~ So after this week, Rex has dropped almost all the way to the bottom of my favorite characters list. Didn't even realize he wasn't in this episode. Eh. The only thing he has going for him is I like him better than Edie, who I like only marginally better than Mrs. Huber. And dear god, that woman sucks. Booo to her. Oh, yeah, and somewhere tied with Mrs. Huber is Paul, who is so skeevy and sketchy and just ugh.
~ The yellow house... whose house was it? I wasn't really paying attention to what any of their houses looked like. Was it the Youngs' house or the "neighbor's" house?
~ And what's up with Angela Mary Alice? You know... I actually don't really care anymore. The mystery was great to kickstart the show, but now that I'm into the show (omgtheluv!), I don't really care why Mary Alice killed herself. I'm more interested in the lives of the other housewives and their every day routines. So yes, I'm with Gabrielle -- Paul needs to just move away already and take all his secrets with him.
Hmm... my TV weeks is pretty much done after DH. No other day is as fun TV-wise than Sunday. So... is it next Sunday yet? Heh.
And layout update: I am thisclose to finishing up my picture search, which means the new layout should be up by... umm... before next year. Yay!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:23 AM ... ||
Saturday, October 23, 2004
I have voted, and it is done with. Bye bye, ballot. Don't let me down.
Went home to pick up the most recent boyfriend purchase, aka 'ok, now this is officially the most embarrassing thing you could ever buy' (tm PoohBro). Pffft. What does he know? Love means never having to say you're sorry for buying a cheap DVD just to see two or three minutes of really young boyfriend with his poofy hair in what was most likely a 'I'm young! I needed a job!' role. And anyway, the last 'most embarrassing DVD' I purchased turned out to be more drool-worthy than embarrassing. So there. Ha! *smaps PoohBro*
And who is he to make fun of the fangirling? He's a little fanboy himself. For the past month, he's been obsessed with my Sports Night DVDs. They're in constant rotation in the DVD player, and he's been through both seasons at least five times by now. His Friday AIM away messages always say he's watching the episodes... again. And he takes breaks from homework and college applications to watch three or four episodes at a time. If I weren't so worried he'd wear out my set, I'd be proud. Oh, hell, I am proud. Fangirls unite!
Speaking of college applications, how pissed am I that all these apps can now be completed online? I remember busting out the old typewriter and correction tape to fill out all those icky forms. (GOD I'M OLD!) The PoohBro is determined to go to school in California, despite the fact that the last time he visited there, he complained that California is in its own time zone ("Black Hole Standard") because CA time is one-tenth the speed it is on the East Coast. And yet, he "desperately needs to get away" from the parental units. Who can't understand that? But guess who gets to edit all his essays? Ugh. Maybe I should have taken him up on his offer to pay me to do it for him.... yeah, right. At least he's got a sense of humor about the process.
Bro: "Write a letter to your future roommate telling him/her about an experience that has shaped your life." Hey, do you think I can write about wetting the bed?
Pooh: Are you joking? That's disgusting.
Bro: But it's funny!
Pooh: It's... possible... that someone might consider it humorous... Are you sure that's what you want to tell your future roomie, though?
Bro: It's not like I've done it recently.
*bangs head*
*prays bro gets into at least one college*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:56 PM ... ||
Friday, October 22, 2004
Pissed. What else is new? (To be fair, my online pissed is way different than my real life pissed, and I feel sorry for anyone who's experienced that, which is thankfully pretty rare and would never be blogged on.)
I just spent almost an hour sitting in traffic because they closed off the highway that goes from the school and passes by the apartment. They only closed off the direction I needed due to some "traffic emergency" bullshit. Since that road is the only way I can actually get to the apartment, there was nothing I could do. Stupid DOT had blocked up the highway with cones and diverted all traffic off the highway and onto the local streets. So wouldn't you know it... right when I'm on the off-ramp, the stupid DOT people start pulling up the cones. Right there! And of course, while I was stuck somewhere in the middle of that freaking off-ramp, they reopen the highway. Dude. Not cool. Pissed. Although part of that pissiness is directed at myself. Had I been a little more passive with the merging (people who don't know how to merge correctly give me twitchy spasms), I would have been one of the few leading the charge down the open highway and saved myself another ten minutes of doing the local street maze. Ten minutes normally isn't a biggie, especially when I'm purposely trying to avoid traffic congestion, but since the usually ten minute drive home turned out to be closer to an hour, I will be in a mood until someone cheers me up (or I resume the new layout picture search). Bastards. Pissed!
|| posted by Pooh at 2:12 PM ... ||
Paging anyone who gives good massage: I need one. My back and shoulders are killing me. :(
I feel bad that the boyfriend pic from a few days ago is going to go byebye. And since I'm incredibly slow in getting the new layout up and running, I thought it would only be right to post another boyfriend pic. Besides, it's been forever since I posted any pics, and it's fun, dammit. Anyway, I couldn't decide between the serious, intense pic or the WetBoyfriend pic so... I got this one instead.
It's not the best of the boyfriend pics, but the boyfriend is still cute and Robert Patrick is way cool. Hey, I played with liquid nitrogen today yesterday, so it would only be right to include the T-1000 in the lurve. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:48 AM ... ||
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Today I played with liquid nitrogen, and it was fun.
But of course, as with anything potentially dangerous, there will be drama. All we needed was a bucketful of liquid nitrogen, but in order to get that much, we had to attach a diffuser to the tap and fill a large metal flask... then pour whatever's in the flask into the bucket. Here's where it gets interesting. It takes forever to fill the flask because it doesn't fill like water. We were told that once it started to spill over the top of the flask that it meant we actually had about a third of the flask worth of liquid nitrogen. Then we were left alone to wait. Maybe the large vapor cloud that kept coming out the top of the flask distracted us ("clouds! it's like we're in a cloud!"). Maybe we just ended up gossipping way too much and stopped paying attention. Maybe because CrotchetyBob told us it would take about 15 minutes to fill when it really only took 5. Next thing we knew, our pretty little cloud was HUGE and wasn't just puffing out and up but all over the damn place, covering even the floor in a thick foggy mist, and getting thicker and thicker and thicker. We couldn't figure out if it was spilling out from the top of the flask because we couldn't see the flask. Couldn't find it, either. Of course, we saw liquid nitrogen by our feet (we were standing a good yard away from the flask), fizzing away, and made the correct call that umm... maybe we needed to shut off the tap. Oops. Only we couldn't see the tap or the flask or the floor around it or... the other half of the room. Luckily, we had a cart, which we used to move around the room just in case there was liquid nitrogen all over the floor, and managed to shut off the tap. Yay!
Then later in the day, we needed more. Thankfully, there was still some in the flask so we returned to the other building to refill our bucket. I had the honor of carrying the bucket through the other building, down a small hill, across the campus, across a parking lot, through our building, and to our lab. While walking through the other building, we kept hearing this fizzing noise. Our bucket had a loose lid, and J had filled it practically all the way to the top. She kept insisting that the liquid nitrogen was bouncing out from under the lid. I couldn't tell because I had on thick temperature resistant gloves. In other words, it was spilling all over the place... which led to the following conversation:
Pooh: What's that sound?
J: It's the liquid nitrogen. I think some of it spilled. (on the nice carpet, too)
Pooh: Oops. I hope that doesn't leave a mark. Walk faster. (then later... once outside...) I'm not still spilling it, am I?
J: I think you just spilled some on the grass. That's going to hurt.
Pooh: It's almost winter. It's going to die anyway. (then later, through the parking lot) Dude. I'm holding this thing really carefully. Why does it keep making that noise.
J: Because it's still spilling out of the bucket.
Pooh: No, it's not!
J: Yes, it is.
(really loud fizzing noise... we turn around... look at the blacktop... there's a trail of smoke behind us, which turns into small icy spots)
Pooh: Oh. Damn.
J: Walk faster. There's probably a trail. We can try losing them.
She's a bit of a smarty, isn't she? Hrmph. And anyway, it wasn't my fault! She filled it to the top, and you can't really see the liquid nitrogen when it spills... But yeah, that was still kind of fun.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:14 PM ... ||
I really do love that pic of the boyfriend. Therefore, a new layout may be in the works, if I can get my act together and find some more pics. Such hard work. *stares at pic... dreamy sigh*
Oh, right. Why I'm posting: I am very disturbed. Or maybe peeved is a better word. Or maybe... very upset? Disgusted? No, wait... it may be closer to hate. Hate! Grrrrrrrr!!!!
I've never been in love with Lost. It's a meh show. Sure, JJ gives good pilot, but we all know what happens immediately after that. (Let's just say the slide downward is even steeper than my current fangirl slope.) Anyway, one of my complaints about the show (other than the polar bears and the ghosts or alive dead people and a concept more suited to a miniseries format than an entire season and the meh and the exposition and the way too many people and oh yeah, the MEH) is that there is yet ANOTHER male lead named Jack. Seriously. WTF. Didn't JJ see my last blog layout where I had three (THREE!) perfectly lovely Jacks? And that wasn't even counting the six million other Jacks on my must-see-TV list. But, okay, whatever. Here's to another Jack. Pfffft. That's fine.
I don't know why I keep watching Lost except that there's nothing else on at 8PM on Wednesdays... and Terry O'Quinn is on it (sadly, he is but one man). Oh, yeah, and I'm JJ's bitch, except his power over me is fading fast (having pretty boyfriends on non-JJ shows help a lot). But basically, Lost is white noise in the background while I do my usual boring online routine.
So. Imagine my shock and thehorror!thehorror! to learn that not only is the male lead STILL named Jack after all these eps (dude, let go of the past, move on, and change your name to a more appropriate 'stranded on an island'-esque name already, sheesh), but that he has a last name. Not just any last name, but the boyfriend's last name! Sheperd, Shepard, Shepherd, Shephard, however the fuck you spell it, it's still the same last name as the boyfriend's Sheppard. That in itself is forgivable because a million TV Jacks and a million Sheppards (and variations) is merely an unoriginal annoyance. However, Jack is the medieval pet form (the huh?) for John (I don't get that, but whatever). That means boyfriend (Major, thank you very much) John Sheppard has the same name as Jack Shepherd, and that's just wrong. WRONG! Matthew Fox is ok to look at but other than that... eh, and his character is totally missing the P90 and the 9mm and the snark (mmm, boyfriendsnark!) and the heroics and the personality and the hair and the fun and the goofy charm and the chemistry with his costars and the, you know, ROWR. So step back, dammit. I don't care how adorable JJ is with those thickass geek glasses. He needs to leave the boyfriend alone, 'cuz my boyfriend can totally beat the snot out of his. Hrmph. HRMPH, I say! (oh, and... hate, hrmph)
So they picked up Lost for the rest of the season. JJ's screwed, yo. How's he gonna stretch that into 22, 24 eps and then have enough for another season(s)? *yawn* But YAY for Desperate Housewives! Poor Alias. I guess I'll have to pretend to lurve Vaughn on a different night. Speaking of TV shows coming late to the party... it's like 24 doesn't even exist anymore. I still love me some Kiefer, though he's dropped considerably on the BoyfriendList, but the impatient wait for January suddenly feels more like the end of a mourning period and I've come to terms with it. One and I were discussing it, and it really does feel like we're at the point where we could do with or without 24. That's what happens when you keep us fangirls waiting -- we move on.
Now I'm going to go stare at the boyfriend and not at the crappy poser. And then I'm going to go thank the fangirl gods for Canada, because they don't believe in the silly SciFi fall hiatus crap and will show new boyfriend eps in November instead of January. Just you wait. I'm gonna be all sorts of loopy and psychotic then. Weeeeee!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:12 AM ... ||
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Okay, I lied. Boyfriend is all sexy and stuff, but I'm posting again because boyfriend will always be hot and there will always be more boyfriend pics to post. Anyway, it's not good for me to keep staring at the pic hours on end. So push I must. And as much as it pains me to push the boyfriend down with a post on poop, I gotta rant.
This time of year sucks. It's getting cold and all the birds are gathering. They're gathering, dude. That means they'll hang out on the quad (or in this case, on a large patch of grass near the road), and when really loud cars drive by (as they tend to do on a major roadway), they all scatter and go airborne at once. You know what happens when you've got like fifty birds swooping overhead? It starts something like "plop" and ends with "plop plop plop plop." It could have been hail bouncing off the car - that's what it sounded like. Grrrrr. I don't know how all the other cars around me fared, but those fucking birds bombed me six times. SIX TIMES! Mother#Q@$R%T birds! So now it needs to rain because I don't have time to wash the car myself. (Yeah, lazy)
Sorry, boyfriend! Didn't mean to pretty much poop on top of you! (Um... eww.) And because Kris asked, this is the boyfriend. *smooches boyfriend* *bounce!* Oh, and if any of y'all have S1 Providence eps lying around, I want them. (No, I have no shame or dignity or pride or whatever it is that would prevent a normally sane person to go begging for episodes of a really -- REALLY -- crappy show just because the boyfriend was in a couple of them. Pooh doesn't love half-assed, you know. As soon as you all accept that, we can move past the embarrassment.)
Oh, and here's something interesting. Did you know you can find your driver's license online? *shocked*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:35 PM ... ||
I like boyfriend. Therefore, no more posting for me ever again. Hee.
And can anyone tell me why the blog looks left-justified and left-squished using Firefox and not IE? Grrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:12 AM ... ||
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Because I found a bunch of new screencaps of the boyfriend, which pushed me over the edge of the fangirl plateau I've been resting on the past week and right back onto that really steep fangirl slope...
Mmmmmmmmm. Gun? Check. Scruff? Check. Messy hair? Checkerroo. Yummy intense bedroom eyes making yummy eye contact with the Pooh? Checkymccheckers. And last, but not least, and one of the most important things to get Pooh to be your bitch (cuz she's so incredibly easy like that) -- blue shirt? *LICK* If he had the sleeves rolled, I would be rubbing up against the monitor right now *pets boyfriend*
And yes, sitting on the bed while online really does help with the bouncy bouncy bouncy. Just in case any of you were actually wondering if I did indeed fangirl-bounce. 'Cuz I do indeed. *bounce!*
(Okay, seriously, I need help. But you all knew that. So I can tell you about the INCREDIBLY STUPID thing I did today. Jer ordered a toolbox, which was delivered in a huge box. He opened the thing in the middle of my "office"/lab. The thing was huge. Huge box. Huge! And it was the end of the day (around 4:30, right before we snuck out to leave). And I had drank two huge cups of java, which I normally don't do. So I was wired. And had a Coke. And was on a sugar high, too. And the box was huge. HUGE! So you know, it was just begging for one thing. So... I got in. I got in the damn huge box, wearing my nice dress pants, my clicky shoes, and my pretty button-down shirt. I got in the box, sat down, and J began stuffing the bubble things back into the box with me. Dude. I got in the stupid box and we were all laughing our asses off because we were all punchy and tired and on coffee/sugar highs. And then I remembered how incredibly old I am and got my ass out of the huge box pronto. So right now I'm trying to figure out if I need meds or therapy. Hmmm.)
Oh, look! Above! Boyfriend! (Hmm... probably meds AND therapy)
|| posted by Pooh at 1:21 AM ... ||
Monday, October 18, 2004
Okay, I'm bored. Hence, quizzie gakked from One.
I am a hybrid of: Girl Next Door Progressive Girl Click on the pictures below to read more:
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Zzzzzzzzz. Gawd, those results. I'm boring, aren't I?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:01 PM ... ||
You know what? Washing instructions? Very important. I have a quilt with tassels on the end and a tag that says "handwash" and "line dry." So, being the lazy bum that I am, I put the thing in the washer. Followed by the dryer. And of course, as my punishment, all the tassels got tangled. Really really really tangled. So tangled that at certain parts, the blanket has folded in on itself. *bangs head* It's a nice problem, though. I can sit here and try to untangle everything while watching TV. It's almost soothing. Almost. Except for when it's hella aggravating, which it is. A lot. And it's slooooooooow. But damn if I won't untangle it all. I will perservere, dammit!
But I've learned my lesson: Always follow washing directions. No, wait. Maybe the lesson was never buy anything with tassels ever again. Yeah, that's probably it.
And yay for Desperate Housewives tonight!
~ I love Lynette. I love GayMatt. I love them together.
~ Never get on PsychoBree's bad side.
~ I love Mike, too. After a poor showing last week (men suck! especially around Edie!), he is now all sorts of adorable and squee and back on the boyfriend list.
~ And yup, I totally knew it was Rambaldi buried in that chest. *nods*
I love that show. Squee.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:35 AM ... ||
Sunday, October 17, 2004
When one has a "________ party," it is probably a good idea to take care of the "________" before the actual "party" part. Yesterday, the Js and I had one of our Resume Parties. The point was to disguise the fact we were working on something we didn't want to do (resumes) by making it fun (party with the required alcohol content to make it less painful). Ummm... yeah... So picture this: four laptops opened, about five of us already drinking in the middle of the afternoon (it had to be 5 somewhere!), and absolutely no work getting done. So of course, after all the laughing and gossipping and general goofing off, some of us had to leave. In the end, party accomplished... resume, not so much. The next time we do this, and we must must must get our act together, will probably be on the beach in Puerto Rico. Which reminds me, I still need to get a swimsuit. *nods* I feel this will be quite easy to take care of, seeing how it's like winter. *nods again*
We did it over at J's house, and since she lives close to the parents, I dropped in for a free meal. And after two straight nights of fangirling with Meg and One until 3 and 4AM, I was totally exhausted. Not to mention still a bit tipsy, which always makes me sleepy anyway. Of course, I fell asleep on the couch. And when the dad woke me up for dinner, I had to concentrate really hard to even remember where the hell I was and then I started to argue with him that we had already eaten dinner... didn't we? OY. I've never been that confuzzled before. Total disorientation is not a fun feeling. Luckily, managed to wake up completely by mid-dinner, and then got my ass home and into bed by 11PM. Eleven! I haven't gone to bed that early since... hmmm...
Anyway, I am refreshed, which is good, because it's DH night. Yay!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:32 AM ... ||
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Hee. The Jon Stewart loves grows and grows and knows no bounds. A big smoochie to One for sending me this link of Jon on Crossfire. CrankySnarkyJon is all superhot and stuff.
And now that I've laughed myself silly at 3AM, how do I find a way to calm myself down enough to go to bed? Hmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:24 AM ... ||
It's like living in a fucking sauna. Both windows are open. The thermostat is set to "off." And yet, there is an incredible amount of heat coming out of the vents. I remember this very well from last winter. Which means I so can't wait for this winter. There's just something really wrong about sitting in a room full of open windows, wearing a tank and shorts, in the dead of winter.
Where's my air-conditioner, dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:24 AM ... ||
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Bah. Our testing today was postponed due to the lack of liquid nitrogen. Talk about being totally prepared. "But CrotchetyBob swore we had a stash at work!" Yup, another typical day at work.
Speaking of CrotchetyBob... He's so hiliariously full of BS, snarky, cranky, loves his work but hates the company and people, and allegedly has the funniest perverted old man personality ever. Too bad he only lets that last one out in front of "the boys." The man is a gossip and tries anything and everything to instigate things. For example, M told us all about his convo with CrotchetyBob this afternoon when he stopped by his lab to pick up a tool. Without preamble, CrotchetyBob asked M if he were "chasing" either J or me. And when M answered in the negative, CrotchetyBob demanded to know why not. LMFAO. He's so bored of everyone else at work, he's trying to start something with the younger folk.
And finally, some DivaIntern eyerolling. When we play with tissue, we normally line our lab benches with absorbent underpants (ok, really "underpads," but I swore the label on the box read "underpants" and it's stuck from then on *hangs head in shame*). The better brand of underpants ran out and we were left with the other brand, which smells a bit like diapers. Well, DivaIntern interrupts my very concentrated report-writing (I was focused, dude!) to ask me where the "better" pads were, and if I planned on ordering more if there weren't any left. Ummm... since when did I become the lab supply manager? Everyone at work is equally responsible for ordering things that are needed whenever they see something is missing or out of stock. And what made it even more irritating was that he wanted the better brand only because they didn't smell like diapers. Ugh. He's some kind of smell snob because we went through this same rant when he was complaining about the smell of our lab gloves. And then at the end of the day, he came asking if I had any rolls of paper towels. Why, yes, I keep rolls and rolls of industrial towels locked up in my desk. Sheesh. This guy walked from his lab, through the main lab, into my lab... passing three sinks with three towel dispensers... and a lab bench in the main lab that had an extra roll of towels sitting on it... just to ask me if I had any, and if not, who he should ask or call to get a roll. Apparently, I'm not only the supply manager, but I'm also housekeeping. Does this guy have absolutely no common sense at all? How hard would it have been to look in the labs first, take a roll from one of the dispensers, or take one from the bathrooms, or even ask the housecleaning crew - these guys hang out in the hallway outside of the bathroom all freaking day long. And yet, he waits for me to walk into the lab and find the extra roll sitting right out in the open for him. What is this guy going to do when we're not around to do stupid things for him?
|| posted by Pooh at 7:01 PM ... ||
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
So the really embarrassing thing at work today...
Boss came in with a long list of articles he wanted us to look up online or eventually find in our school libraries for him. Top priority. Must be done before we bother with any of our other reports, etc. So he hands J the list of articles, and since I have a report open, I go to open a browser window. And for some inexplicable reason... for some really stooooopid reason... for some really really really insane reason... maybe I was thinking "important assignment, must have fresh start"?... I hit the "desktop" icon to clear the monitor before I open the browser.
I've mentioned before that I have the boyfriend up on my new huge monitor, right?
The boyfriend I keep covered up during work hours with my Outlook inbox and various Word or Excel documents?
So, yeah... desktop gets cleared to my pretty (big) non-default wallpaper. J is sitting next to me, trying not to laugh. Boss is standing directly in line of sight of the boyfriend. And me... a couple of things happen, almost simultaneously:
1. I have a heart attack and nearly die.
2. I immediately go to the taskbar to open something that will cover up the entire screen again, only to fumble. Badly. Because my brain has shorted out with the embarrassment, and I don't even recognize any of the things I have listed in the taskbar.
3. Consider throwing my hands up over the boyfriend and hiding him, but rethink that plan because that wouldn't have been stupid. at. all.
4. Decide that there is no way to salvage my dignity because hurrying to cover it up now is admitting that I am super embarrassed and... a psycho obsessive fangirl.
So I do the next best thing I can think of. Slowly (well, it felt like a million years), I turn back around to face the boss, who is, wonderfully, not snickering. I do a little flustered "oops," and try to brush it off cutely by giving the screen a pat and a quick laugh over my new wallpaper. J is still trying not to laugh, and it's killing her. And thankfully - Thank God, HALLELUJAH! - the Boss only chuckles and asks how the show is because he hasn't had time to watch it yet. And you know me. Eh. It's pretty good. And that was said from a totally unbiased point of view, cuz you know, I am so totally, unconditionally, biased. And because I'm good at snarking on myself, too (must.deflect.humiliation.with.self-effacing.humor!), I pat the boyfriend again and 'fess up about the boyfriend. To which J really does start laughing. Of course, because the boss has some snark in him, he casually remarks that he figured as much that I was partial to the guy. Well, that or both of the guys (wp has boyfriend, a non-boyfriend, and the headchick), and that he didn't want to say anything because he wasn't sure which one (or both), but that he was pretty sure it wasn't the girl. And then there was lots of laughing at Pooh's expense, and I finally opened that damn browser window and covered up the boyfriend.
So now the boss thinks it's either "cute" or "psychofreak," neither of which I'm comfortable with. *sigh* I kept the boyfriend secret for months, and now the boss knows all about my freaky fangirlness.
*takes a bow*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:00 PM ... ||
The (Really) Long (and Probably Unnecessary) Rant of the Day
Two weeks ago:
The week after J and I officially complete our lateral move from Interns to Consultants, we discover our email accounts have been disabled (discovered only because the admin couldn't send us email and after we rebooted the computers, then could not log back onto our computers). Out of the blue. For no reason. An action the IM people have to take complete responsibility for because absolutely no paperwork was filed to have our accounts taken out of the system. (Conversely, R - who finished his internship but will also come back as a consultant next week - has an email account that still works even though his paperwork was filed to terminate his account. WTF) It takes an entire week of harassing the IM people (including frantic phone calls to IM by the Boss while on his flight to Mexico) before we get our accounts reactivated.
Monday:
Sure, it was a bit odd that we hadn't gotten any new emails since before our accounts were deactivated. But we could still send email, so we didn't question it. Then Jen comes to see us because she tried to reply to one of my emails and had it bounced back as "undeliverable." Boss tells us we should try to talk to IM (oh, joy) and have them fix it. Our email accounts were just configured incorrectly when they reactivated them. Shouldn't be a problem (one would think... and would therefore be WRONG!) So after all our meetings, J takes it upon herself to try to get both of our accounts fixed while I hurry up and finish our reports for the day. Thanks to the lovely handsfree function, the both of us got to hear this wonderful exchange.
J: Pooh and I had our accounts accidentally disabled and then re-enabled a few days ago. Now we can't receive any emails. We can send, but we can't receive.
(after about five minutes of explaining it's happening to both of us)
IM Dumbass: What's your computer name?
J: It has nothing to do with our computers. It's a software problem.
IM Dumbass: I need to check the computers. There may be something wrong with it that's causing you not to get your emails.
J: But it's not a hardware problem. It's our email. We can send email but we don't get any incoming email.
IM Dumbass: Well, I need to check the computer anyway.
J: Well, do you need the computer names and asset tags of my bosses, my colleagues, and the admin's computers? Because none of their emails are getting through to us. Maybe there's something wrong with their computers, too.
IM Dumbass: I just need to check your computers. (after giving names and him "checking" them out) There's nothing wrong with your computers.
J: Because it's a software or server problem.
IM Dumbass: Well, we'll have to look into it further and send you the ticket number for this problem.
J: Umm... we can't get our emails.
IM Dumbass: Right. I'll call you back with the ticket numbers. (hangs up)
J and Pooh: What... The... Fuck...?
Today:
Email still doesn't work. Send, yes. Receive, no. There are also five messages on both our voicemails - one from our admin telling us IM is the only department that can fix it and four from four different IM people telling us to call the help desk again and to use the (super sekrit) "silent menu option #6." (Sketchy.) And basically, we get the same IM tards we would have gotten had we gone through the regular menu options. This time, J and I both deal with our own special IM person simultaneously. J (lucky bitch) gets the one who's slightly faster on the uptake, who finally figures out that, yes, our accounts were just configured wrong when they were reactivated and that, yes, the first IM person was indeed a tard for insisting it was a hardware problem. My (a cruel punishment, I'm sure) IM person is completely silent until I try to nudge him in the right direction with a "could it be the account just needs to be reconfigured in order to receive email in addition to the current functions?" J's guy accidentally hangs up on her before he can give her the new ticket number for this problem, which "will be taken care of" by another tech department. My guy? Finally tells me that he's going to send it to the other department and that either he or the other people will call me back with my ticket number. Fine.
Hours later, J finally checks her voicemail and her guy had left her ticket number. My guy? Still hasn't called back. Because it's been hours since our initial call, we decide to call back. After all, if it just needed to be reconfigured, it shouldn't really be anything more difficult than checking some "receive incoming email" box, right? I mean, it's not like they need to rewrite machine code or something. J decides to go first since she has her ticket number for them to reference. Her new IM guy? Fucking TARD. After hearing her explanation and reading the log for her ticket number, he decides he's not allowed to reconfig our email accounts because he doesn't want to get "fussed at" by his bosses. Something about how now that we're consultants, we're technically not employees anymore and therefore we shouldn't even have our emails anymore. Then after she pfffted him, he changed his story a bit and said that someone had messed up our paperwork and he wasn't allowed to do anything about it. Then after she reminded him that it was his department that messed up since no paperwork had been filed at all, he changed his story again and tried to blame us, saying that how was he sure that we weren't, in fact, "let go" and therefore he couldn't let us receive email because we might be up to no good. To which we both pointed out that 1) we can only get into our emails from work and if we were let go, we wouldn't be able to get into the building, 2) we can still send email from our accounts, and 3) wouldn't it be smarter to disable our "send" capability instead of the "receive"? After all, we can only receive from whoever decides to email us, BUT we could spam the hell out of anyone we wanted and send out a bunch of viruses. And then J had enough, put him on speaker, and threatened the hell out of the dumbass by telling him that everyone in our department wanted this to get fixed by yesterday since IM was the one who messed up, and that she could go grab a couple of bosses and put them on the phone to fuss at him if he wanted. (lmfao)
So of course, this guy immediately refers her back to the SecretSilentMenuOption6, where he puts her on three-way with the person who had helped her that morning. And the three of them (mostly the other guy) finally figure out the problem, and the more helpful guy tells her it'll be fixed in 24 hours. (The joke now: How many IM techs does it take to activate an email account?) Oh, and it turns out that my fucker? Didn't even bother to put in my ticket number or call the other department. Asshole.
So now I'm thinking if my job search doesn't pan out, I'm applying to their department. Because apparently, they'll hire anyone. So now... we wait.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:45 PM ... ||
Really embarrassing work moment in front of the boss. Will also post about that after the eye stops twitching from embarrassment... and after returning from the university library and copying a zillion journal articles.
Today was obviously not one of my better days...
|| posted by Pooh at 5:51 PM ... ||
Rant rant rant!!!!!!!!! (aka "Pooh's Day Dealing With @#$*%&^! IM People" also otherwise known as "GIMME ME FUCKING EMAIL, DUMBASSES!")
...coming soon (or whenever the eye stops twitching)...
|| posted by Pooh at 3:23 PM ... ||
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Do you feed a cold and starve a fever? Or starve a cold and feed a fever? And what happens when you have both?
I've been sleeping all day, trying to kick this thing, and I'm not sure whether all this sleep is helping at all. I'm sick of sleeping (eek!). It's surprisingly not making me feel any less tired (but definitely making me less productive). And I feel like I've been burning up since this afternoon, but alas, have no stupid thermometer to check.
Stupid weather needs to make up its mind so my body can get used to it. All this hot, freezing, hot, cold, warm, freezing (in the same day) isn't helping. Gotta love autumn around here.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:34 PM ... ||
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Just a few random non-spoilery (hopefully) thoughts on TV tonight.
Desperate Housewives:
~ Can't Susan ever get a break?
~ Reason #1 never to have kids - the minivan scene with Lynette. God, I wanted to smack those kids.
~ Bree and that button reminded me so much of J, which just totally CMSU the entire time. And seriously, how hard is it to say "thank you"? (I've made a point to say "thank you" to the PoohMommy more often, which is good cuz PsychoPoohMom is so not good)
~ The gardener and the affair. Zzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh, and the only nekkidass I wanna see on that show is Mike's. Actually, not even that. I'm not an assgirl.
~ Was Bongo really the wife's dog or was it just a good story? Mike's not really who he says he is, so maybe the dog's not either.
~ What's in the chest? "Waaaaa waaaaa"?
~ And yay! Dinner party next week! As a hardcore Coupling fan, I know what "dinner party" usually means on a TV show - evil FUN!
Boston Legal:
I'm a little disappointed in the lack of blatant hoyay. Unless I missed it. I mean, okay, I got the whole "Do you do tongue push-ups?" eyefuckage thing, but other than that... :( And hopefully, it's just me, but was Brad hot for Denny or what? Please say it's just me so I can nod, agree that I am a freak, and wipe that really nasty thought right out of my head. Episode two and Spader has moved onto sexing up all the women (as opposed to all the men in episode one). Exactly when does the DisgustingSex (tm One) show up?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:49 PM ... ||
Bleh. Eight hours after my last dosage and I'm still drowsy from the Nyquil. WTF.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:36 PM ... ||
I have been so out of it this weekend. Was supposed to meet J and Jer yesterday for our resume party, but instead, I slept. Like all day. Well, except to fangirl twice in the morning. And right now, I just woke up from a nap and will return to it in a little bit. I can't tell if any of this sleep is helping. I have no clue whether this cold is getting better or worse. It's just... there. Ah, but I finally gave in and the heavily Nyquil'ed sleep is awesome. Really. Maybe that's why I've been sleeping so much. That stuff really knocks you out. And *sob* Just read a news blip that said apples really help with the coughing and the phlegminess. PoohDad had gone out and gotten almost three dozen apples the day before and asked if I wanted any. Do you know how much I want an apple right now? I am dying for an apple. I've got huge apple cravings. Except I can't have any, because it seems like PoohDad is the only one who doesn't remember I developed an apple allergy a few years ago. *sobs* Stupid sudden appearing food allergies!!
Hopefully, will be awake for Desperate Housewives tonight. Yay!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:04 PM ... ||
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Hung out with the gals tonight. Saw Shark Tale because J wanted to and it was her belated b-day present. For anyone who's been dying to see it... umm, I'd probably just wait for it to come out on video. Cute, but eh, an okay movie. Probably longer than it needed to be, too. The trailer for The Incredibles was way better.
Then while our cars socialized with other cars in the parking lot, we all climbed into N's car because she came with F, who knew a shortcut to the restaurant. Which leads me to this question: why is it every time I'M in the car, a "shortcut" ends up being... not so much. And omg! I love N. I really do. She's cool and a really sweet girl, but her driving gives me a heart attack. Some people drive dangerously fast (*whistles innocently* no, really, that's not me. honest). N, on the other hand, drives dangerously SLOW. The girl likes to take her time -- talking, forming observations, ordering. She's just very cautious, and she's warned us before that after she got into one accident years ago, she prefers to "take her time." Dude. Going to the restaurant wasn't such a big deal. We got lost twice, but that was because F really didn't remember the shortcut. (Everyone needs a Neverlost! Oh god, I am sooo Hertz's bitch...) On the way back to the theater to pick up our cars, we got lost once, but that was only because F told N to turn the wrong way down a street. That was no big deal. N only had one drink and then a large glass of juice (pfffft) so she was pretty sober. Therefore, there was no excuse. NONE!
You know how lost people drive? Really slow with bursts of speed as they look for roadsigns, etc. That was how N was driving... through neighborhoods she knows. Like going 20 in a 45mph zone (single lanes with cars behind us). Or making the slowest turns EVER. I swear it took her half an hour to make that left turn (from one residential street to another! I don't blame that guy for honking at her). And she stops -- STOPS! -- in the middle of the street right after making that hour long turn. Okay, so fine, she was supposed to make a right instead of a left. Maybe that threw her off. Who knows. Most people would just pull over and make a U or go around the block. She. Just. Stopped. And had to think it through. I was shocked the guy behind us didn't honk at that, and it took one of us telling her to pull over to let the other guy pass first to get her to snap out of whatever zoned out mental block she was in. Oy. And who knows why she stopped at the red light, on an empty street, and just waited even though we were making a right turn. The girl's lived in Jersey all her life. We can turn on red. *shakes head* And on the way back to the theater, she passed three u-turns before she found one (on the right) she liked, only because she either refused to take or just didn't see the three left-side u-turns. Of course, I don't know why I was having a hernia over it. After all, this is the same girl who drove us back from our lunch at the mall and came to a complete stop at the yield on the on-ramp to the highway and just waited there until there were no oncoming cars. And I know I wasn't the only person twitching in that car. J was sitting in the back with me and kept giving me looks. I think next time, I'll forgo the drinking and be designated driver.
Speaking of drinking... the two large tall glasses of raspberry lambic I had was delicious. I think it was the same thing I had with room service on Me Day during the last L.A. trip. Only got slightly tipsy today, which was good because the last time I drank a lot of that stuff, I ended up jumping up and down on the hotel bed (that's my excuse for such childish behavior and I'm sticking with it, even if god knows it's so not true and the juvenile bed jumping was done before I even had a sip of liquor -- btw, the Sheraton beds? great for bouncing *nods*) Oh yeah, and the drinking? Surprisingly doesn't help with the cough and definitely doesn't cure colds. Hrmph.
Oh, and got to watch the 'life as we know it' premiere this morning. So I've officially watched at least one episode of that show for my man D.B, just like I promised. Yay, D.B.! Still adorably cute. So I have no clue why any woman would-- Um, nevermind, that would be spoiling and I don't really feel like getting into any kind of details for this show. (ie, Lazy) And hee. His son on the show is a hockey player. I kept screaming "toepick!" when they showed him practicing.
Last thing: I got my package from the UK today. Fangirl slipping will commence tomorrow. I'd do it tonight, but my head's throbbing in a not nice way and sleep seems so wonderful now. So ThePooh will be ridiculously giddy tomorrow, if any of you run into her. Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:28 AM ... ||
Friday, October 08, 2004
The problem with going to bed early is I end up waking up early, too. This sucks on days when I can actually sleep in, but you know, isn't helped by the fact that I still can't breathe right. Blech. So for almost the past two hours, I've resorted to checking my email a million times (nothing, you guys suck), blowing my nose a megazillion times (owwie), drinking a quart of water and juice each (mmm, hydration), and cooking breakfast. A real breakfast. Know how long it's been since I've done that? Forever. But damn if I haven't been craving eggs. Oh, and because that didn't take that long, I've been so freaking bored out of my mind. Yes. It's only a little past 9AM and I'm already bored. So bored and sick that I stared at my hands for a good twenty so minutes before typing out this entry. There's really nothing that interesting about my hands. Except having stared at my fingers, and tried to compare the left to the right set, I feel like my pinkies are very small. Are pinkies supposed to be that tiny? And then all my other fingers look like they're really small. And then the entire hand looks... small. Like squishy small but still also kinda wide. Which leads me to thinking my wrists are kinda small, too. Well, small for my squishy wide small hands and fingers and in comparison to the rest of my arm. And... umm... maybe I should be medicating, huh?
But alas, I am out of cold medicine. Or maybe I never had any. I don't really like to take drugs unless absolutely necessary. And dear god I hope I don't have the beginnings of the flu. And... crap, where was I going with this? Ummm... I better stop typing or else I'll just go into stream of consciousness typing, which I can do. Don't underestimate my ability to do that because
|| posted by Pooh at 9:21 AM ... ||
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Oh god.
I just walked back and forth from the bedroom to the kitchen. Three times. For no reason. Or maybe there was one and I just couldn't remember. Before I snapped out of it and realized I was just walking back and forth. For no reason (I mentioned this already, right?)
This is as bad as this morning when I was trying to make a solution in the lab and walked back and forth from the bench to the sink five times, totally out of it. I couldn't remember what I was doing and couldn't even "see" that I had put the specimen jars on the bench and the buffer solution by the sink. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth... And then J snapped me out of it with a very wary "ummm... what are you doing?" It was... not good.
*SMAPS self* Snap out of it!
*SMAPS right side of nose* Breathe, you motherf#@$%&%#$@#&*%#$@%^$&!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:19 PM ... ||
If I answer the phone and sound really breathless...
it's not because I rushed to pick up... (*kicks J for thinking she's soooo important*)
or that I was doing anything... well, something... (*smaps N for even suggesting it*)
Nope.
It's because
I
CAN'T
BREATHE
*sobs*
I just got better, dammit! DAMMIT! And now half my nose is stuffed and snickering at me. And I need a new box of tissue. Punkass nose. GRRRRR
|| posted by Pooh at 10:33 PM ... ||
Arghness.
Just when it occurred to me that I haven't been coughing for the past few days (yay! healthyPooh!), I get another scratchy tickle in my throat and have started coughing again (did you know it's going to be a colder winter in this area than last year? BOOOOO! HISSSS! I need to move, dammit).
I swear I'm not a hypochondriac. I swear this isn't in my head. Grrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:52 AM ... ||
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Dear One,
Remember me?
Sincerely,
P. Bear
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 PM ... ||
Work sucks.
The IM people suck.
The project team sucks.
Got to work a minute before J (it's the little things that count). So today started off pretty good. But then our admin asked us to reboot our computers because her emails to us kept bouncing back to her. Not a problem.
Until.
We couldn't log back onto our computers. Stupid IM people had booted us out of the system. Account disabled. No paperwork requesting this, but hell, that never stopped a bunch of go-getters, right? And of course, the lady in charge of the account restore was being a "bitch" (admin's words, not mine) and refused to answer her emails or her phone. Without access to our account or files, how's one supposed to do any work? So of course, the possibility of going home at 8:30AM was considered. Not to mention the fact that the entire project team went to Juarez today and didn't tell us (ok, fine, it was discussed in the team meeting minutes, but who - ie, J or me - really reads any of that?) M let us use his account to do our work, but how sucky is it that we can't do a lot of our work because of this stupid snafu? And if I lose all those important emails in my inbox... well, I'm going to be pissed because the boss had sent us each a gift certificate that we hadn't redeemed yet. Grrrrr.
Stupid stupid stupid.
The day ended nicely, though. We left before 3 because we could. Love it when the bosses are all gone for the week.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:43 PM ... ||
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Weeee! My room is so clean. So very clean. Okay, most of the crap is stuffed into the closet. I'll admit that. BUT they're stuffed in neat stacks!
Oh, yeah. The Vegas pics are up. Blah blah. Jenai will be happy. There's TONS of her. That's the best part of being the one with the camera. Granted, I don't know what kind of silly pics she took (hopefully no incriminating ones of Pooh sleeping with Eeyore, cuz that's just sick, yo), so payback could possibly be a pretty big beyotch. And yay to Steph's prezzie arriving. Hee. Didya LOVE it? (Damn. Forgot to take a pic of the Celine store. Next time...)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:53 PM ... ||
Leadership shmeadership. While that leadership program presentation wasn't quite a total waste of time, it was pretty silly. From a life-sucking, soul-destroying company point of view, it makes perfect sense, especially for the engineering program. Send the select, sponsored few out on a two year rotational basis after they are initially hired. From an employee point of view, it sucks. Why, after I get hired for a job, would I pimp myself out for three rotations at different companies when I am obligated to return back to the intial company when there's no guarantee that my initial job will still be waiting for me or even still exist after those two years and I'll be booted out again into the cold harsh world of unemployment? Sure, it's great for networking and broadening your horizons, but if one of the most common rotations is in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Pennsylvania? It kills the happy of the possibility of being sent to California or staying in Jersey. Pennsylvania! Oy.
Now I must clean my room. There's a tech project brewing and I need the space. Or maybe I should just look into getting a maid...
|| posted by Pooh at 3:12 PM ... ||
Mini life update post-hectic and crappy Dissecting (literally, this time, ewww) Monday: It goes.
Boyfriend action figure!!!! Coming soon. (squee yeah, whatever)
Okay. Now must prepare for that leadership thingamajig and make some contacts for jobs and stuff. (And to buy a lottery ticket to avoid jobs and stuff)
And yes. There will be a Best Buy trip afterwards. Tuesdays are so predictable. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:52 AM ... ||
Monday, October 04, 2004
|| posted by Pooh at 3:32 PM ... ||
This sucks.
It is way too early to be up without a happy end result (ie. Vegas). I know people who JUST went to bed, dammit! Grrrrr.
Hopefully, will be back from Philly by early afternoon and not evening, as is usually the case. Hopefully, will also not fall asleep on the drive back. Anyone want to get in the car and keep me company? *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 5:29 AM ... ||
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Yay for the "official" TV season starting. Finally. For the Pooh.
I love Desperate Housewives. So soapy good. Sunday nights are fun again. Yes, you heard right. The Pooh lurves her some Mike Delfino, but would prefer him nekkid. Obviously. Hot, scruffy, leather jacket-wearing, gun-toting guys should always be shirtless as soon as possible. He has now shot up to #2 on the PoohBoyfriend List this season (only because no one can replace Boyfriend #1, even when he's on hiatus - yes, it's that serious, and One knows all about it). More random comments can be found at the Pooh LJ. Nothing spectacular or snarky.
Boston Legal is also cmsu. Spader/Valley4Eva&Eva! The HoYay lives!
And now... must get my ass to bed. I gotta get to Philly by 8AM tomorrow, and I still need to gas up the car and pick up some stuff from work. I don't know HOW it's going to work out tomorrow. Jen's meeting me down there because J is in New Orleans for her sister's b-day. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem EXCEPT Jen's never run the tests with us before, it takes TWO people to run them, and she says she needs to leave by 11AM. Soooooooo... yeah. That's so not going to happen. Either she's going to get screwed, or I'm going to get screwed. I'd much rather prefer she take one for the team, ya know. Just being honest. And how much do I hate that she didn't tell the boss, who insisted we go even though we're only about 80% ready for it. GRRRR.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:09 PM ... ||
Friday, October 01, 2004
Grrrr. Anyone want to fix up my resume for me? Wording it "correctly" is driving me nuts. You'd think it wouldn't be such a big deal, seeing how I get word diarrhea sometimes. Bleh.
I love this new book. I love Jon Stewart. He's the only one who can make me forget today is Friday and there is no new boyfriend eps until January. Granted, he doesn't need to work hard today since I am going to bed in a little bit. I know, scary, right? What's scarier is I slept until almost 1PM today, and still took a two hour nap around 7PM. I woke up an hour ago and am thinking about going to bed early. I don't know why, but I'm just utterly exhausted. It might be the post-trip blues finally catching up to me. Everyone else has been feeling the Meh lately, and for some reason, my own 'I'm so meh; why is everyone a pod person?!' blues has been delayed until now. It's all very odd and strange since usually I experience the full-blown effect within hours of being back in Jersey. Hmm. It's probably best not to ponder why, as it may be too taxing on an already overtired brain.
Oh, and if the AIM says I'm "on" instead of just on mobile, it's wrong. I think I may have signed on somewhere and forgotten to log off. May have. I can't remember where or when or what. The perils of drunken online sessions.... or something.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:47 PM ... ||
Neck's no longer really sore. Massaging it helped, although it would have been nicer if someone else did it for me. *lalala*
Have been playing around with the Vegas journal and the crappy Vegas pics. Fun! (not so much) Those will be up... erm... eventually, cuz I'm getting lazier about them.
Hmm... should really probably be updating the resume instead right now. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:20 AM ... ||