Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Thoughts on Desperate Housewives:
~ Let's start off with what's important: I hope Gabs dies. (I'm spoiled, but maybe hope is enough. Maybe?)
~ Poor Bree. She does everything for her son and he turns out to be such a little monster. Not to mention her mom was killed by a... drunk driver (was it?), too. If that story was true.
~ DirtyMike! And his preprinted hotel listings! Hee. But really, why why why would you keep your gun and all that cash in a kitchen cabinet?
~ I love Lynette, but she's gotta stop taking pills. Me no likey that.
~ Die, Gabs, DIE! Argh. I wanted to shake her and smack her and kick her and beat her when she was examining her nails in the hospital room. DIE, BITCH, DIE. It's not cute. There's nothing even a teeny weeny itty bitty endearing or sympathetic about her. Please, die already.
~ I love Carlos. Awwww. *hugs Carlos*
~ Paul is so shifty.
~ Susan counting all that money makes me twitch. Did she really need to undo all the rubber bands? They were in such neat little stacks, too. :( *twitch* But lmfao at Mike trying to hide the gun behind a can of soup. Umm, yeah.
~ This is bad. I actually liked John in this episode. So while my like of John starts to increase, my HATE OF GABRIELLE keeps sinking into danger zones. For the love of god, KILL HER! She's such a whiny bitch, and jealous of a 16 year old girl (SHEESH). HOW can the other women stand her? Hell, even Edie, especially after last week's ep, is more likable than Gabrielle.
~ Bree needs to bitchslap her son. I won't tell. Or... Andrew can die with Gabrielle. I'm okay with that, too.
~ Why didn't Susan just drop through the floor? It's just one story. What's a broken leg or two? And Mike would definitely help her recuperate, wouldn't he? But I must reiterate: he was hiding his cash and gun in the kitchen cabinet. How is that snooping? Are kitchen cabinets considered no-looky zones? He should be happy that Edie didn't find any of that stuff when she was cleaning up after their dinner party.
~ Yay! Nervous breakdown Lynette! Just finished watching a bunch of Sports Night eps over the holiday weekend, and there is nothing better than seeing FH snap and freak out. Am very happy to see her do it here, too. But the Mary Alice dream thing was hokey.
~ Oh man. Susan's pretty desperate. Is the date off? Ohgod. Don't do it, Susan! *cringes for her* Hmm. I wish I had that kind of cash lying around just for "emergencies."
~ DIIIIIIIIIIIIIE GABRIELLE DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
~ *sniffle* *hugs Lynette*
~ Paul is soooooooooooo shifty! And all kinds of creepy. He scary yo.
~ Awwww, Mike's all standing at the window and watching Susan. That's pretty stalkery. I approve. For shippy reasons, of course. *nods*
~ Dammit, Paul. Truth or fiction? I can't tell. Baby? Dana? But what's up with the spoilers? And baby? What? WHAT?
~ Squee, Mike! He doesn't want to lose her! Ask him, Susan! Who is he? What's he doing there? Why Why Why Why Who Who Who Wh---squeeee! Ok, nevermind. No questions. That's fine. So... did he go over to Susan's knowing he could get her to shut up by sexing her up? Sure, she's the one who pulled him in, but she'd already shown how desperate she was for the sex. Or was the sex just an unexpected bonus for going over there? He was sorta expecting sex on their road trip, right? But that doesn't necessarily mean he was planning on getting any when he went over to apologize. Which leads us to, was he serious about letting her ask away? And will she remember his offer after the sexing? Because even though I'm happy she's finally getting some, I want answers, dammit!
~ Mrs. Huber's death wasn't shocking, only because I'm a skank for spoilers. Thought it was interesting to cut back and forth between the two passionate acts of murder and thesex.
~ Love love love Lynette, but she really needs to stop having cheesey dreams.
~ "IN TWO WEEKS"!!!!!!! Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(And Gabs still needs to die a horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible death. Please. With a cherry on top. Thank you!)
|| posted by Pooh at 7:49 PM ... ||
Well that took way longer than expected. For anyone who cares, I put up a quickie Puerto Rico recap. There's a couple of pics. None of me, cuz I'm sneaky that way. (Unless you know J, who will probably glady give you blackmail pics, that bitca. Hrmph!) It's pretty boring, unless you want to hear about my ass-grabbing days. Personally, I don't see what the biggie is, as I am not an ass-girl (those pics don't count, dammit)... unless we're talking about boyfriend's low-hanging pants and the boxer peekage any time he runs across screen or does bendy things with his butt legs.
*cough*
Anywhooooo... whatever. Did not buy anything at Best Buy today. Did manage to finally open my Boondock Saints and Gattaca DVDs, which is good, because Jer has been harrassing me to hurry up and watch them so he can borrow them.
And am now on my way to watch Sunday's Desperate Housewives and the boyfriend, who has finally finished. Downloading. That is.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:49 PM ... ||
Have woken up. With a huge honkin' headache. Again. Do not think this one is drink-related, as I usually sleep pretty well after one of those nights. Am pretty sure it has to do with constantly waking up throughout the night to check the boyfriend dl. (shut up, I'm obsessive like that) For the record, it's stuck at 6 hours, after having spent many hours last night stuck at 160. (I swear, the boyfriend hates me or something.) I am blaming Roomie, who is always doing some kind of dl'ing crap (it's 2AM, go to bed!) and therefore eats into my dl rate. Grrr.
Is nice to be up with the IMs open, though. *pets Harold* Stupid email prompter still isn't working though. Have gotten so used to it that now that I have more than 5 minutes to actually check my email, am too lazy to manually go through all seven accounts. So there they sit. (Hopefully, this "boy" the PoohMom insists will email me - it's been three months now - won't do it any time soon and I won't feel guilty for not checking email. Anyway, THREE MONTHS! That fucktard.) Besides, if someone really needed to get to me, they'd just skip the email and send me telepathic messages. *clears mind for maximum signal reception* Ummm... right?
Am hoping to squash headache by walking around Best Buy (SHUT UP YOU DON'T KNOW ME!). Then will wait for boyfriend to finish dl'ing (*smacks ass*). Will also be all sorts of productive (maybe put up crappy PR pics, watch Desperate Housewives, and boyfriend - pleeeaaassse). And will probably end day by posting ranty rave-y thoughts on DH (if Gabs is still alive, there will definitely be a rant, yo, and maybe wrist slitting) and boyfriend ep (have spoiled, am ashamed, want to smack boyfriend... and then pet him all better... or something). I love days off. Don't you?
One of these days I'm going to start writing in complete sentences again. Oh, wait... looky there...
|| posted by Pooh at 10:46 AM ... ||
Ummm...
I really need to stop drinking. Yeah. That's it. Or something.
Loooooooong day in Philly today. It sucked. Our late case got pushed back even more, which meant hours of twiddling thumbs after we got there before we actually got to do anything. I was all up for just cutting out of there, but now everyone's all 'deadline this' and 'deadline that' and 'OMFGweneedallthecaseswecangetmustnotwaste!' Grrrr. Of course, because Jen was there with her corporate AmEx card (yay!), we treated ourselves to a wonderful dinner. No celeb sightings tonight, but damn if there wasn't good liquor. Also, must remember to stop having steak whenever I eat out. After this weekend spent slothing around in PJ bottoms, trying to squeeze back into pants was rather... discouraging. *squish*
Didn't get back to the office until after 10 PM. (GAHHH! Overtime, except not. Boo!) And for some reason, stayed for a bit to unpack crap that we will need early Wednesday morning for tests. Blech. Thank goodness tomorrow is day off so I can sleep sleep sleep and finally get my ass back online. *misses you all sob twitch*
And then gaaah. Finally got back to the apartment and noticed my clock was flashing. Freaking power failure. But have checked. Desperate Housewives is still intact. YAY! And holy crap! Not coming back to the apartment Sunday really frelled up my internal clock. Forgot all about the new boyfriend ep. DAMMIT! How in the fuck did I forget the boyfriend?!!! *bangs head on desk, tackles and cuddles boyfriend to make me feel better him feel less neglected* *GLARES at the 32 hour dl time* GODDAMN. It was just at THREE hours a minute ago. WTF. *grabs boyfriend's ass to kill some time* Umm... or something.
So yeah... will be back online definitely tomorrow. *nods* This not being online for a few days is really not good, and can only mean that my life has been of the suck the past few days if I've been too busy to stay up until all hours... doing something or other. 43 hours?!! Well, fuck me. I'm going to bed as it is obviously way too late for me to be up and I am probably jinxing the boyfriend dl.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:05 AM ... ||
Monday, November 29, 2004
Oh thank god. Yes, I'm alive.
*molests work computer*
It's been about 60 hours without keyboard contact. Well, okay, there was that few seconds where I fondled the home computer before the PoohBro kicked me off. That bastard. I've been twitching ever since.
Got ten minutes while Jen packs up our Philly stuff, and I told her I'd be checking my email but instead, I'm blogging cuz it feels like forever. Long story short: Friday night with the high school friends was weird. I bowled crappily, but that could be due to the drinking. Oops. Went to bed late and then had to wake up at 6:30AM on Saturday to hang out with the PoohMom. Did not get back home until close to 10PM, when I had some dinner and then dropped off to sleep. Wow. Never thought I'd ever get to bed before midnight ever again. Looks like I was wrong. Had packed up Harold in anticipation of returning to the apartment Saturday night, but obviously, that was a pfffft. Slept until noon on Sunday, when I was forcefully dragged out of bed. Getting the family back together under one roof meant spending the day making dumplings and wontons. Woo-uhhh-hoo? There is nothing, however, better than fresh homemade potstickers. Rowr. Then we all went to Arthur's to celebrate the PoohMom's belated birthday and the PoohBro's early birthday. Steakhouses that don't accept credit card just boggle my mind, especially since it was supposed to be my treat. Grrr. Thank god for excess unused cash from the PR trip. Speaking of which, finally unpacked and I think I left a bra in PR. (Hush! Not like that!) That sucks all kinds of hairy asses because it was a good one, and those things cost way too much. GRR. Tried to get back to the apartment Sunday night, but was way too tired (seriously, kneading dough can be a bitch, yo) and fell asleep before DH! I know! Dammit!
Anyway, we've got a late Philly case in a few minutes, which means I won't get back to the apartment until late tonight. BLECH. Hopefully, it's still standing since I haven't seen it since Wednesday morning. UGH. And please please please, let the VCR have gotten it right so I can watch last night's Desperate Housewives.
Oh yeah. Miss y'all, too. *smooches* I'm offfffffffff!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:07 AM ... ||
Friday, November 26, 2004
Didja know I actually still have high school friends hanging around here? Sheesh. I know I didn't. Oh well. Thank goodness for cell phone numbers that never change. So, hence, therefore, ergo, the Poohster has a group date with some old friends I haven't seen in over a year (wow). Yeah, I'm a bit amazed myself, but hey, what can go wrong with some bowling, some (more) drinking, and some reminiscing? (Plenty, but bleh, whatever)
Before I go, I must bitch and moan. Again. For some reason, ever since I came home to the parents' for the holidays, Harold's been acting up. All my links have been wiped clear from IE. The eprompter won't work, even after I tried uninstalling and reinstalling a million times. For some reason, when I boot up the lappie, I get some weird Windows installer thing for MS Office. And a system restore fixed absolutely nothing. (May need to go back further, I guess.) But seriously, WTF. The eprompter's been acting wonky by itself (I'm completely lost. I've come to rely on that thing so much to tell me when I have new email, I've forgotten how to check email by myself. *sob*), but ever since Thing1 borrowed Harold to go on AIM, everything else has been frelled up. AND IT'S DRIVING ME FUCKING NUTS!
*deep breath*
Also, before the friends arrive... a quick mini-thingamabob of BJD2:
~ OMG! LOVE! Looooooooove! *huggles Bridget, Darcy, and Daniel*
~ Darcy! Squee! I want a Darcy to wake up to every morning! A Darcy who loves all my wobbly bits, too. Mmmmm... shirtless, bed-rumpled, wobbly bit-loving, Darcy... *lick*
~ Love Bridget's friends, especially Tom. Also glad that Shazzer got some in this movie. However, they didn't have nearly enough scenes, and sadly, were much much much funnier in BJD1 than they were here.
~ Likewise, loved the few scenes of Bridget's parents, but totally wasted here.
~ The Rebecca reveal was... meh.
~ But dear god, the Darcy! Rowr! If I were Bridget, I'd be staring at him while he slept, too. And when he came up behind her while she was texting him, not a minute after they had parted... DAMMIT! I want that! Or when he came to her door and told her he loved her after their fight... There seriously needs to be more Darcys in the world. God knows there's enough Bridgets in the world -- that voicemail she left him while he was waiting at the door is something not entirely outside my realm of possibility. :(
~ As stiff as Darcy is supposed to be, he had some funny one-liners. "I just went to the loo." "You can't use that as a reason!" Or something. Hee! Okay, fine, whatever, I lurves the Colin Firth, so everything he does is perfect. Pfffft.
~ Daniel Cleaver is still a fuckwit. Thank goodness. But damn if he didn't look hot. Am a teeny bit upset at the use of 10cc's 'I'm Not in Love' when they're in his room, though, as I had just finished watching my The Office Special dvd and that's Tim and Dawn's song, dammit. But I'll learn to get over it.
~ The fight scene set to The Darkness's 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love' was freaking hilarious. Quite possibly better than the fight scene in the first movie, if only because, hello, WetDarcy. SeriouslyWetDarcy. (More of this and he'll have to fight John Cusack as the wettest man on Pooh's Boyfriend List.)
~ The ending. Love. Loooooooooooooove. Hmm, can we say BJD3? Please?
So, in conclusion... this movie is love and everyone needs to go see it. Now. I do have some minor complaints though. Well, not really complaints, just... whatever. This movie, while wonderful and full of love, wasn't quite as up to par as the first one, imo. The first one was a lot tighter and cleaner. This one, at times, seemed like it was mostly a series of Let's Embarrass Bridget scenes one after the other, and while funny, did get to be a bit too much. I love Bridge, but can't the girl get a break? Okay, other than snagging Darcy forever, which... okay... maybe that's enough of a break for her, that lucky bitch. So, yeah... go see it.
I've a mind to go see it again, which leads us to Rant #45972690. Fucking Thing1 wanted me to go see it with her because her tard of a boyfriend refused to see the movie. (See? Something wrong with him.) Anyway, that bitch left her cell phone on during the movie, and those two love sending each other texts like every other minute. So imagine my surprise when, after I thought I saw her turn off her cell phone like you're SUPPOSED TO OUT OF COURTESY TO EVERYONE ELSE, her text alarm goes off a third of the way through the movie. Twice. And even though it's in her purse, it's loud. So that bitch has the nerve to act all embarrassed about it and try to pretend like it's not her, but then eventually answers it on the second ring. So of course, being pissy about it, I tell her to turn the damn thing off. And her stupid reply is "oops!" WTF!! And then the bitch has the nerve to respond to the text. So of course, she puts it away, and about twenty minutes later, it goes off again. And again, I tell that "bitch, turn the fucking thing off." And her response is "it's just a text message; it's not like it's a call." Tried not to bitchsmack her right there, as the Darcy was onscreen at the time. But the third time it happened, I swear to god, if we weren't already near the end of the movie, I was going to shove her cell phone so far up her ass, she'd need the world's longest stick up there to look for it. And then afterwards, when I was yelling at her that she should have turned it off before the movie, and barring that, at least after the first time it went off, that bitch got all bitchy herself about how it was only text messages and that she didn't know anyone was going to text her and how she didn't need to turn it off just because I was embarrassed about it. DUDE. WHATTHEFUCK. WHATTHEFUCK!!!! WHATTHEFUCCKKKKKK!!!!! I swear, it's like ever since I got back from PR, everyone's been actively trying to piss me off.
And then, that bitch had the nerve to ask me to drop her off at the bus stop so she could go back to the city to be with her fucking tard boyfriend. I blame her boyfriend for making me all pissy today, too. If he had only gone with her, then he wouldn't have sent her all those texts. All day today and yesterday, it's been her stupid ass text ring going off every few minutes. I don't get it. Is there some kind of law that once you get a boyfriend, you're not allowed to NOT talk/text him for two hours of one day of the rest of your life? Because if so, forget about it. I'll stick with my faux boyfriends. I won't even get started on how she absolutely HAS TO talk to him every night, but that every time I've ever heard her on the phone with him, she's ripping him a new asshole, or she's crying and blaming him for something while manipulating him into feeling guilty about whatever. This dude seriously needs to get a spine and bitchslap her back into place. We've seen her do this to two guys already, and it's not pretty. As mean as I can ever be, I'm almost positive I'll never be that mean. Ever.
So you see... holidays are bad for the Pooh. Lots of pissy and grumpy and cranky. Not even BJD2 and watching Felicity Huffman and Brenda Strong in my Sports Night DVDs today can help ease some of that. But hopefully... HOPEFULLY... some more drinking and bowling (is it bad I'm picturing Thing1's head on both the ball and the pins already?) with some old friends I haven't seen in forever will help bring SOME happy back into my life. Because right now, I'm dying. (Also not looking forward to the 15 hours I'll need to spend keeping the mom company in the city tomorrow. So unfair, dammit.)
*sobs some more*
Well, off I go.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:40 PM ... ||
Dammit!
First they give me hope with talk about my Space: Above and Beyond DVDs coming out in 2005. Then they takes it away and squashes all that hope and love by saying talks are rumors and rumors only and it's not happening. GRRRR. I WANT my (doomed) S1 Vansen/West shippage (as unlikely as it was, cuz that's what Season TWOs are for, dammit)! I NEEDS it.
And typing that just made me sad because now I can't remember a time when I actually had a truly conventional (canon, instead of canon-twisted/squinty) ship. It's all pain, nothing but pain. *sigh*
Unless it's fun, snarky pain! *trades in the Syd/Sark for Veronica/Logan* Hee. Bring it on. *whistles*
Oh, wait. Am off to see BJD2. At least I have that one canon ship, I suppose. Weeee!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:25 PM ... ||
Oyyyyyyy.
*groans* *moans* *smacks head* *crawls back under covers*
*must remember am no longer in Puerto Rico, where going to bed sober is forbidden*
Is never a good idea to arrive at family gathering, with an empty stomach that has not seen food in at least five hours, only to inhale a beer in the first 5 minutes of getting there. It hurts, yo. And I am not a beer drinker. In fact, can't stand the stuff. (Boredom is so not a good reason to start drinking, either.) Then had another beer while munching on cheese and crackers (the huh? we classy, yo. cousin-in-law had this whole cheese spread thing going on. no clue. gimme some pretzels before dinner and I'm good to go.) And then some wine and other drinks before dinner.
Huh.
Two Pale Ales, one Adirondack Amber, half a glass of red wine, and one Mike's Lemonade (served only for the kids, but whatever, I'm old enough, right?). All before dinner. And then one more Mike's when there was actually food being served. No wonder I was hurting. Drinking all that while on an empty stomach? Even I wasn't that stoopid in PR. Bleh. But god, all those family members.... *drinks some more*
It was so boring, I ended up playing table football using quarters (because no one could remember how to make the 'football' out of paper) with two of my younger cousins in their bedroom. Couldn't even take refuge with a book (left it home because was under the incorrect assumption dinner would start soon after arriving) or with Tootie (frelling cousin confiscated for his own use). And after table football, we spent half an hour spinning quarters and dimes on a table. Dude. Just spinning those things. My life sucks.
It's no wonder I was already in a grumpy mood before arriving (this is what happens whenever Thing1 comes home and gets all bossy). And why I developed a huge throbbing headache right after my first drink. And why the other liquor didn't help much. And why on the drive home, I wanted to strangle someone because I had to stay awake while nursing an even bigger super headache and making sure the dad didn't fall asleep while everyone else got to nap in the backseat. Grrr. And I have to do this all over again for Christmas. *weeps*
The only good thing that came out of the Thanksgiving get-together was seeing PoohCousin Vic for the first time since he married and moved to Texas over two years ago. Pooh's missed V because he's the older brother Pooh's always wished she had... until she actually had to grow up with V for most of her life. (He took me on my first trick-or-treating, then shared his candy after I skinned my knees in the first block and refused to go on; I did his book reports for him; we watched cartoons together when we were older; he found every opportunity to try to stick his foot in my mouth whenever we sat on the couch; he gave me helicopter spins and loved playing 'pull my finger.' Gotta love family, right?) Too bad he's now trying to get his masters in psychology and tried to psychoanalyze me the entire night. Marriage has also changed him a bit -- didn't even bother warning me before he tried to fart in my face. (Yes, we really are our ages... if those ages still happen to be 10 and 5.) Luckily, was already too drunk to care by then. Yay for seeing family members you actually like seeing!
Unlike Thing1, who woke me up at 9AM to go to the mall. And then, when I took too long to get ready, she left without me. Which meant getting pissy that she woke me up in the first place only to leave me behind. But then pissy was replaced by relief as whothefuck wants to go shopping on Black Friday, and helloooooo bed. Am up now, finally, but damn if my head isn't still a bit fuzzy. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:10 PM ... ||
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
I am unhappy with boyfriend right now.
Hrmph.
Other than that, gobble gobble. Everyone have a really great Thanksgiving. I myself will be giving thanks for the fangirl boyfriend slippery sloping (even when upset with him, he fucking hot, yo, and I am allowed to have moments of really really really superficial shallowness). And I am also giving thanks to the powers that be that allow me to spend this wonderful holiday with my huge extended family. Of course, if I were allowed to spend it with people I actually (truly) cared about, I'd be a zillion times more thankful, but hey, I take what I can get.
Am looking forward to stuffing and second day turkey sandwiches. Oh, and to any moment that makes me forget about wanting to slit my wrists (tard population control! cuz yes, I'm a tard), ie. the five minutes everyone stops asking me when I'm getting 1) a boyfriend (hrmph! have one... sorta, and shaddup, he is too real... in an imaginary sense), 2) married (my gay fiance is planning it right now), and 3) a real job (pfffffffffffffffffft). So, as you can see... fun times.
Please have as much fun as I will tomorrow. It'll be hard, but I know y'all can pull it off.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:57 PM ... ||
Monday, November 22, 2004
Am suffering from severe post-trip blues.
Is not helped by really slow boyfriend ep download. I don't understand. WHY is it this slow on this connection? (*tries to kick roomie off the cable modem*)
Am squeeing over the boyfriend shippy musicvid Steph made for me. FOR ME! I've never had anything made for me before. Layout graphics don't count.
Was going to start blogging about the trip, but ehhh... post-trip blues and laziness. Maybe later.
Am considering learning how to edit clips for own music vid! Weeeee! Except must be really truly inspired first before I get unlazy enough to learn how.
Watched the Alias promo that everyone was talking about while I was gone. All I have to say is... eh. The clips are like 95% Syd, and we all know I never really ever watched that show specifically for her, so the promo didn't really affect me in any way. Not really excited. Not really snark-worthy. It's just... there. Although there was one Vaughn clip that actually made me wonder if he fit the boyfriend pattern. The pondering only lasted a few seconds and was really scary because there was an "oooh" and I lost the ability to distinguish that fine line between Ugh and pretending to lust him just to frell with people (although, you have to admit, he really was one of the brighter spots in Season 3 -- just admitting that hurts, too, yo). And of course, One pointed out that Vaughn doesn't have the snark or the funny or the facial expressions to make me truly love him unconditionally. And you know, his hair is whack and he doesn't have the boyfriend-worthy scruff look. Or the badassness. So yeah. Other than that little scare moment, the promo was just... there. Also, the Lenny Kravitz song kept making me flash back to the Gap ad (I will never be able to hear that song without conjuring up that commercial. Ever.) I kept waiting for Sarah Jessica Parker to pop up in the promo with a big flashing "special guest star this season" banner. (What? You know it's not outside the realm of possibility.)
And then I watched DH. Love Mike. Love GayMatt. Love Susan. Love Lynette. Even loved Edie. But Rex is working my last nerve, except for when he sent Andrew back to Bree. And Bree is starting to irritate a bit, only because her storyline is associated with Rex, who grates. And Mrs. Huber sucks and zzzzzzzzz. And I HATE GABRIELLE AND JOHN WITH THE FIERY PASSION OF A GAZILLION SUPERNOVAS AND THE SUCKAGE OF A BAJILLION BLACKHOLES. And every time I see them onscreen, I just wanna put my fingers out there and squish their heads with my index finger and thumb. Squish. Squish. Squish. But I LOVE Mike (who, without a doubt, fits the boyfriend pattern, mmmm) and I LOVE GayMatt.
So you see... love hate love hate love hate indifference love hate love hate...
Everyone is so bipolar today, dammit. I need to never go on vaca again. Every time. Pod people. Why? :(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:38 PM ... ||
Sunday, November 21, 2004
I am officially back. Am pooped. Did not get to do all the things we were hoping to do in Puerto Rico since we were mostly stuck in traffic due to not knowing that Friday was some kind of holiday, but it was a very good trip. Probably the most relaxing one I've had all year. L.A. didn't count because I was either stressed about smushing in a lot of stuff into too few days or in the beginnings of getting sick. Vegas was all about stressing out because of being grossly sick (and losing all that money...lalala). And finally, PR was the first vaca that I was actually able to let loose enough to not go to bed entirely sober every night due to all the liquor (6 on Thurs, 3 on Fri, 3 on Sat, 1 on Sun) -- my annual quota all squeezed into one weekend (we will skip over the bong... erm...). Go me. I'm so relaxed from this trip that I can't decide whether I'm upset I have to go back to work or glad to go back to work just to get some routine back in my life (*twitch* with no routines).
Well, I'm only on for a few minutes to check the important email (Oneeeeee!!!!!). The DadTaxi had prompt airport pickup service, but the PoohDad put his foot down on my driving back to the apartment tonight, which means I can't rewatch all the boyfriend eps tonight to fanwank every bad thing One emailed me about the boyfriend (lalalala). Soon, I will be officially back online so I can tell you all about my trip.
Like about my toys...
Tootie the iPod made up for her cost by providing endless entertainment by the pool.
The digicam (damn, never named it!) got a workout, but thankfully is devoid of any ass pics or swimsuit pics. Btw, I did tan a teeny bit. Not much, but there isn't as much pale blindage, although I got splotchy sunburn on my legs. (Ow.) There's a surprising amount of ocean pics. Water, water, water pics everywhere. You'd think I've never seen the ocean before. Oh, and my wonderful cell phone sent me hilarious text messages and daily horoscopes while I was down there (gee, I really hope those calls were ummm... free?).
And will talk about my boys...
About Rick, the merchant marine on his way to Panama City.
About Antonio's, the fanciest shmanciest ghetto-ist "high-class" restaurant.
About the bartender and the ass-grabbing.
About Eduardo the Whore and Luis the One-Nipple Undergrad.
About that random dude in the bar and more ass-grabbing.
About Juan the waiter at the gelato place.
And many more.
And I will talk about my girls, the 3 J's (J, Jen, and her sister, Julie) for giving me a great weekend. Even though J was drunk Saturday night and working my very last nerve. I love the girl to death, but I really wanted to throttle her... until I remembered that she had an excuse because of a really bad voicemail she got Saturday morning. And also, I had to forgive her because she's discovered secret things -- blackmail-able things -- about me this weekend that even I didn't know about myself... not to mention she has those pics.... (I swear, as soon as she gets over her bad msg, I am going to kick her ass over those).
So yeah... more details and pics (but not those because she doesn't have a digicam, otherwise I would have deleted those, that bitch) later.
I missed you all -- some more than others, and you know who you are. Hugs and kisses to those people who emailed me while I was gone or sent the text messages (*mwah! mwah!*)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:40 PM ... ||
Hola!
Am checking email in the hotel business center. (Onesy, we will squee soon. Promise.) Will be off to the airport soon.
Love you all. Miss you all. Will chat in a few hours or so. Mwah!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:20 PM ... ||
Thursday, November 18, 2004
evillllllllllllll
Woke up this morning with some kind of bug bite on my lip. Grrrrrr. This stuff happens only to me.
Am off to the airport soon. Everyone better behave while I'm gone. *waves*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:11 AM ... ||
Today at work, friend Mike insulted me. Pffffft. Said he couldn't really hang out with us because all we ever talk about is TV. And yet... every time I turned around, he was right there. Hrmph. It's so sad when people can't admit how much they lurve you. lmao. I forgave him for the TV comment, but then while we were walking back from lunch, he purposely kicked my feet, which startled the crap out of me, not to mention almost making me trip. He was so smug about it and totally gloating he managed to shock me like that. Dude. That's not even my game! J and Mike have this shoe kicking/tripping thing going back and forth between them. I'm not part of that, dammit! I'm not! And yet, he had to pull me into it today. So not cool. I've already warned him. That bastard is so getting a wedgie the first opportunity I get.
Yes. We're all about... 5? Yeah, 5. That sounds about right. (It's only because it's just the three of us this week since Jer is in Ft. Lauderdale on his vaca. He usually keeps us a tad more professional at work. zzzz.)
But you know... I never really thought much about the TV thing until I got back to the Poohrents'. PoohMom's bday is on Sunday but I won't be getting back to Jersey until late at night, which means we need to push the bday dinner to the week after. Thing2 still wanted to celebrate it, though, so she got a cake and came home tonight specifically because of it. It was a pretty cake, with lots of fresh fruit on it, and a pretty bday greeting in Chinese letters. (I only recognized the word "Mom" 'cuz I suck, yo.) We were getting ready to do the cake thing when the PoohMom says that she doesn't want us to bother with the candles and to just divide up the cake. Um, ok, fine. Then she takes her cake and jets towards the TV. Thing2, who had made a trip just to get the cake and have it personalized, eventually asked her if she saw that the bday greeting was in Chinese. And... it turned out the PoohMom didn't even know there was a greeting (in any language), and didn't even get a good look at the cake before or after cutting it because... she wanted "to watch her soaps on TV." LMAO! That's more proof that fangirl/TV is in the genes.
Well, folks... the MomTaxi leaves early tomorrow which means I get to sit in the airport for a couple of hours before J even shows up to keep me company. No Harold this time. No pets, either, though I did contemplate bringing Squidferd (the vaca privileges have circled back to the head of the line again... scary), but I ended up forgetting him. Oh well. I'm out of books, too, which sucks. At least I'll have Tootie, otherwise those few hours in EWR all by myself is really going to suck.
Will miss you all. Please miss me back. Thanx. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:13 AM ... ||
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
More SQUEEEEE!
1. Got One majorly hooked on SGA. Am now hoping to get Steph hooked (*Crosses fingers*). Then my job will be mostly done. Anyone else wanna join? lmfao. You don't even really have to like like it. A lot of it is just to bounce and squee and get all silly.
2. Boyfriend's movie (the one I've been looking for forever) is finally being released on DVD. Yay! And it's cheap. Squee. More cowlicks and poofy hair for Pooh!
3. PR tomorrow. I am soooo not packed. I've got at least two suitcases worth of clothes that I still need to sort through. I can't pack prematurely. This is what happens. Now, had I just started packing (the first time) later tonight, I wouldn't have this problem. Meh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:57 PM ... ||
Squeeee! *bouncy bouncy*
LOVE the boyfriend. LOVE One's new boyfriend, too. LOVE the boyfriend/One's boyfriend non-slashy ship! Yes, there can be non-HoYay boy/boy shipping. 'Cuz there was a lot of it. Still no clue who'll get the girl, but at least they'll be BestSnarkingBuddies4Eva!!!
LOL. I just ate a bunch of chocolate and finished packing for Thursday, so excuse the crazy. Well, okay... "finished" is a relative term, but we won't dwell on that. Anyway, just because I'm in such a squeeing mood and because I like to spoil and tease One who is totally doomed by the LIPS... I will do my Atlantis squeeing again. Everyone who doesn't care (pretty much everyone else), please avert your eyes.
Here be some boyfriend(s) squeeing.
SGA - 1.12 The Defiant One
~ Best part of this ep? TONS of Shep/McKay (friend)shipping! Rowr. While the Shep/Weir and McKay/Weir goes back and forth at a (some may say) dead even heat... there will always be boys and their toys... and snark. Weeee! Loved Weir calling her guys on being the boys that they are, even though she lets them charm her into letting them do whatever they want. Hell, I'd let them, too. Forget trying to figure out the 'ship, dammit. Threesome!
~ Other best part of this ep? Negligible WalterJr (who I've been told has the huge Nikita nepotism pass) and T-Lo. I have nothing against Ford (except his iffy acting), but if he has to take one for the team just to keep Teyla off my screen forever and eva and eva so I can have more McKay, Shep, and Weir, then I'm more than willing to sacrifice him.
~ Mmmm. T-shirts. Mmmm. Boyfriend's big hair. Mmmmm. McKay's shout-out to One with the lip balm. (See? I was waiting for the right time to introduce you to the SGA love, Onesy! All part of the 'Big Plan.' And you were doubting me?) Mmmm. Boyfriend boxer peekage! Mmmm. Boyfriend licking his lips... right before he got his ass whupped. Oh well. Boyfriend can't be perfect all the time.
~ SGA goes dark! Gaul(?) killing himself to free McKay to help save Shep was... whoa. Would never see them do that on SG1. Cooooooool. And McKay's face when he sees what happened literally behind his back... *sniffle*
~ The snark. Are you there, Santa? For Christmas, I would like to have Shep and McKay snarking at each other 24-7 (they totally could, too), with occasional breaks to recuperate (Sheppard can do that in my bed). I'll promise to be a good girl! Thanks!
And for the boyfriends snarkage:
Sheppard teaching McKay how to fly the Jumper --
Shep: Try to fly the 'Baby' in a straight line.
McKay: I'm flying in a straight line.
Shep: *stares at HUD with zigzaggy line* Not so much.
McKay: Well, in space, all motion is relative.
Shep: Don't let go of the controls!
McKay: Snapping doesn't help.
Shep: This is why parents get someone else to teach their kids how to drive.
McKay: I'm both insulted and touched by that.
Dude, if I were to ever slash them for real instead of just pretending to slash them in this ep (and you can't NOT slash them in this ep, just cuz), I'd have to squee on and on and on about how their lurve is just so pure and twu.
My own gratuitous Weir happy scene (aka, the threesome shipping)--
McKay: We'll be fine.
Weir: Major?
Shep: I agree with McKay.
Weir: Of course you do. How could either of you resist exploring a crashed alien spaceship?
Shep: Exactly.
Hee! Weir brings in her own brand of snark. Squee. And god, boyfriend's facial expressions KILL me. *love*
McKay: I already have a gun.
Shep: Now you have two.
Every girl's gotta love their boyfriend with more guns! It's a law or something... somewhere.
Pooh squees over boyfriend one-liners--
~ "I DON'T HAVE TIME TO ARGUE ABOUT THIS!!!" And he growled it just like that. With capital letters and three exclamation points. *nods*
~ "Son of a bitch beat me to it! He's fast." Am lmfao @ boyfriend thinking he could beat a Wraith who had a headstart. Poor deluded (hotsexyyummy) boyfriend.
~ "This is Major John Sheppard. That's my ship you're messing with. I'd like it back." Mmmmm. Go, boyfriend, go!
~ "You've got to be kidding me." A pretty average line, but the way he delivered it cmsu and makes me squee for some reason. Oh yeah, must be the face that accompanied said line, cuz you know, Pooh's a slut for boyfriendfaces.
Now back to the non-slashy hoyay--
Shep: I thought you should know - Round One was a draw.
McKay: I don't like the sound of that.
Shep: Crap.
McKay: Major, what the hell was that?
Shep: I almost blew myself up.
McKay: What?!
Shep: Stay off the radio. I'm busy.
Awwww. The worry and concern on his face! McKay luuuuurrrrrves Shep! But in a totally platonic, best buddy, I love you kind of way. Yeah, that's it.
PoohBoyfriend plays sneaky with BadGuy--
Shep: Hey you, over here. On the ground. The radio.
BadGuy: The days on this planet are long but the nights are cold. Sooner or later, I will have you. (Everyone wants boyfriend, dammit. He's MINEEEEE!)
Shep: I can't hear you threatening to suck the life out of me 'til you hit the button on the radio.
Even funnier watching the scene because of the BadGuy's ridiculously over the top look of surprise when he sees the grenade. And even better watching the scene because of boyfriend's... ok, ok. I'm stopping with the face thing. Just be glad boyfriend wasn't grinning and smirking a lot in this ep or else I'd be a mushy squee puddle right now.
One's boyfriend saves the day, yay!--
McKay: *fires a couple of rounds at BadGuy* Major!
Shep: McKay!
McKay: *stops firing even though BadGuy still coming* What do I do now?
Shep: Keep firing with everything you've got!
McKay: *out of bullets, BadGuy still coming* Okay, now what?
Shep: Reload!
Okay, much much much funnier on the show. Also, I really only put that little bit in there because McKay saves the day and it's a totally SQUEEEEEE and BOUNCYx4 moment for One, whenever she finally gets to this ep. Squee, Onesy, squee!
And I'm done and pooped. Off to bed so I can finish packing tomorrow.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:52 AM ... ||
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
13 hours to go until new boyfriend ep is mine mine MINE! I am blaming the slow dl on four things:
1. Frelling iPod. I don't know how many times I had to reinstall the stupid software. And then upgrade it. And then the lappie wouldn't recognize the iPod as being connected, which I didn't realize I needed to reset, nd then even after that, itunes wouldn't recognize the iPod, which meant I needed to configure the iPod but the only option it would give me was to restore the original factory settings. W.T.F. Oh, yeah, then it took forever to transfer all the songs onto the darn thing, which slowed all lappie processes down down down, including the most important one (boyfriend - I wanted him fast last night, dammit!). So yeah. Hating Apple, but loving my new iPod because I fell asleep with it. (boyfriend understood it was a poor substitute)
2. Roomie. I haven't liked him since he got a lappie. Even his squatter friend over the summer I can forgive. But forcing me to share my cable? Everything is sooooooooooooo much slooooooooooooower now, dl-wise.
3. Harold. He started screwing with me, which resulted in numerous reboots and boyfriend-restarts. I was at nine hours before bed, dammit! NINE! That's pretty slow anyway, but forgivable because I got my shippy-ish resolution from the pre-mini-hiatus cliffhanger with the last new ep. But then he made me reboot and restart again, and it's now at thirteen. THIRTEEN! That bastard better be glad I love him so much, because now that I have Tootie, I can learn to love the iPod more than him if he doesn't get his act together. (Hmm, y'all name your gadgets, right? J named her new digicam Pixie and she hasn't even purchased it yet, so I can't be the only loon, right?)
4. JJ. I will find a way to blame him no matter what because all non-JJ eps experience the anti-JJ-dl-syndrome. Exactly what dark forces did his eps make a pact with in order to dl at such ridiculously demonic speeds? Cuz I'll pimp One's new boy out for some of that. (J/K, One! Pooh lurves your boy, too, remember?)
Will be out late after work, running last minute errands, and oh, yeah... PACKING (*dies*), so boyfriend better be finished by the time I get home or else there will be one very frustrated and unsatisfied Pooh. Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:06 AM ... ||
Monday, November 15, 2004
Am waiting for new boyfriend ep. *twiddles thumbs... twitch*
Am loving One's new SGA love. Squee! Someone to squee with! Yay!
Have named the new iPod Tootie. Hee. Too bad I'm still figuring this thing out and having a bit of trouble transferring the damn music. (Yeah, I'm a tard. Whatever.)
Oh, and Steph and Grace and whoever, I need addys for postcards. Gimme gimme.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:21 PM ... ||
Massive headache. Huge, gigantic, brain-smushing headache.
Ow.
Have too much to do, too much to take care of, and too few hours in a day. Work eats up way too many of the usable hours in a day -- pretty damn good reason to stop working, I say. I'll be running errands all night long, at this rate. Also have to be packed by tomorrow night since I won't be back at the apartment until Sunday night due to ride-to-the-airport logistics. Bah. And I'm still trying to work out this swimsuit issue.
Headache. Flare. Pain. Pain. Pain.
(although squeeing with One later tonight, hopefully?, will take care of that. hee!)
|| posted by Pooh at 8:10 AM ... ||
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Four more days and I will be in Puerto Rico. Never been there before, not sure what I'll find, but if anyone wants anything -- postcards again? PoohAss pics? hot men FedExed straight to your door? -- you have until Wednesday to put in a request.
So the whole world knows that Tom Cruise was/is shooting in Newark. Guyfriend lives like Right.There. and asked if we wanted to hang out and stalk the tiny man. So what does it say about me that I'd rather make fun, at home, than take advantage of a prime opportunity to loom over TC? Anyway, it's too cold outside. (To be fair, Guyfriend only asked because he has absolutely no clue about proper fangirling -- like, real fangirls only leave the house for, and only for, the Boyfriend(s), and don't fangirl those we can squish... unless we're talking "boyfriend"-squishing, 'cuz that's totally different. *lick*)
No Desperate Housewives tonight, which means Pooh doesn't get her Sunday shippiness. Only one way to remedy it - more boyfriend looping. Or maybe see how One's doing with her new B-lister. *still lmfao*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:11 PM ... ||
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Merry Christmas to me.
Went to the mall to return some icky swimsuits that don't fit. Another reason I hate buying online, and an even better reason to never buy a swimsuit again. Entered the mall and was immediately bombarded by massive Christmas decorations and holiday music streaming loudly over the PA system. Dude. Did I sleep through Thanksgiving?
So anyway, all the Christmas decorations, all the holiday music, and all the people (whoa, where did they all come from?!) put Pooh in a very generous and giving mood. So I immediately went to buy a hoochie top for Puerto Rico, a little Coach wallet, and an iPod. Weeeeee! My credit cards hate me, but WEEEEEEEE!!! It's amazing how much nicer those Coach people treat you during the holiday season, and also when you're toting around shopping bags. Last time I went in there empty-handed, they gave me the stinkeye. Bastards.
Oh, but the iPod purchase was very important in that it took care of two items on my Must Do list. First, I finally stopped thinking about it and bought the damn iPod. Only 20GB, because I'm not quite that adventurous. Second, (J will be very proud of me again) I practice-flirted with the salesguy. He was very sweet, registered my iPod for me, and told me I had a very nice and cool sounding name. Then we joked about how buying stuff for ourselves was the best kind of gift. Then I did my girlie girl twinkling and beaming thing and made him laugh. And then, because I'm NOT a girlie girl but a dork, we chatted about the spacey, minimalistic look of the Apple store and how geeky it was to have the cash registers and stuff hidden in the wall. (Dork!) We parted on very nice terms, even if I felt just a teeny bit dirty. See... his name was Chris... and he wore braces. Sometimes I forget I'm not actually 12 and I shouldn't play with the 16 year olds like that. Oh well.
How many times do I need to practice-flirt and practice-lust before I can comfortably start practice-skanking? Puerto Rico is next week, and I'm supposed to be ready for it.
*goes off to play with new toy*
|| posted by Pooh at 3:35 PM ... ||
Friday, November 12, 2004
How many guys actually...
Nevermind. The PoohDad is always telling me I'm supposed to be more "lady-like" and stuff (or something), and the question I was just about to pose was decidedly very unlady-like. Surely, Men and Their Bathroom Habits isn't a topic a sweet, innocent, girlie girl should ever ponder.
So yeah, needless to say, the Roomie's friend is staying for a week and my OCDs are resurfacing again. The difference this time is I actually know this friend (sort of) and actually like him (as a sort of acquaintance). And he's kind enough to let me mess with him (to practice-flirt -- because J says I need to in order to get ready for Puerto Rico, he's totally safe and harmless, and apparently my BoyfriendLust doesn't actually count as practice-anything. pfffffft). BUT. It's Day 3 of his stay and.... yeah...
*TWITCH*
I wish there were drugs or something to get rid of the OCD. I'd get a lifetime supply. But seriously, how can anyone accuse me of not being justified in all the twitching when I have long hair and don't leave half as much hair behind in the bathroom as he does? Bleh.
*deep breath* Off to finish my coffee (I think my soda addiction has now switched to a coffee addiction - damn the free coffee at work!), then finish shopping for Puerto Rico (hoochie clothes, here I come!), and maybe loop the boyfriend again. For the record, I only looped the shippy scenes twice all yesterday. TWICE. That's like 1/millionth the number of times I looped it the day before. But DAMN. The squeeeee! Other than my Mike/Susan squee, I can't remember a time when I was so in love with a ship - a canon(ish) ship, too (it is, too, shut up) - and the boyfriend ship totally outpaces the M/S! Now that's scary. (That Sark/Syd thing was merely a flirtation, and totally UC, and thank god it was a quickie shippy squee fling because Sark turned out to be a pansy and everyone knows Pooh hates a pansyass.) AND I love it way too much to even consider writing fanfic (like for that show that I don't acknowledge anymore and hate with the passion of a million suns and that sucks with the pull of a gazillion black holes - surprisingly, not even a JJ show). That (really old old old) ship has sailed far far far farfarfarfarfar away. Thank frickin' god. *burns all evidence of that and any paper trails that might suggest my having ever watching that show*
(*sticks tongue out at One for... um... no apparent reason*)
(*nudges Steph to watch boyfriend so she can make me vids* Hee.)
Right. *cough* Off to do stuff.
Have a good weekend, yo.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:00 PM ... ||
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Well, I thought I'd give Lost one last try. But see, I ran into a teeny little problem -- I watched the new boyfriend ep right before (actually, about 6 times). So you know... I was a puddle of fangirl squee. Not even the opportunity to make HoYay snark could distract me from the boyfriend looping. Hell, not even seeing the gaysex turn violent (yeah, yeah, fighting shmighting, Terrorist and MulletHead were totally doing it with the kinky knife fetish) could make me pay attention, and you know how I love making fun of the boring slash.
So instead, I watched the boyfriend ep about another 5 times (and counting). And because it's getting kind of ridiculous (seriously, about 10 times looping THE shippy scenes???), I need to put down some of the favoritest quotes and scenes and just SQUEE over them properly. I'm invisitexting it just in case anyone here actually watches Atlantis other than me and is actually waiting until January when they'll run here. While I highly doubt anyone who comes here will answer 'yes' to both of those, I'm just playing safe. Besides, who other than me wants to read all the disgusting boyfriend Squee? If I didn't love this show so much and wasn't afraid I'd just come off sounding like a complete dumbass, I'd even try to snark it a bit so y'all can enjoy it vicariously through me, but sadly, I AM a complete incoherent dumbass over this show and therefore will not do that. Here's hoping just putting these little bits down will get this ep out of my system so I can do things like... oh, I don't know... concentrate on work and real life and actually go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight.
Stargate Atlantis - 1.11 The Eye
Kolya, aka Bailey: Major Sheppard, how's this for credibility? Weir is dead.
Boyfriend: I am going to kill you.
ROWRRRR! Angry, pissed off, nothing to lose boyfriend! And his reaction to the news! Pooh lurves Boyfriend's facial expressions. Pooh wants to pinch those expressive cheeks, dammit.
Weir: Find another problem with it. Tell him that the power loop interface isn't jiving with your walkabout or something.
McKay: Isn't jiving?
Love this bit because boyfriend's twu wuv is fun and smart and a bit squee-worthy herself. Take that, TPTB! There's no way you can make me ship boyfriend and alien chick, no matter how many anvils you drop on my head! And McKay is boyfriend #2 on the show (not to be confused with Boyfriend#2 on the List).
"Trust me, I'm not that brave. I would help you if I could." and "I don't know if you noticed or not, but I'm an extremely arrogant man who tends to think all of his plans will work!"
Heee! Luv boyfriend #2. He's so snarky and cranky and fun. And arrogant.
Okay, now for the serious Boyfriend stuff:
Kolya: Major Sheppard, I have a proposition for you.
Boyfriend: Kolya? I'm having a hard time keeping up. What's the score again?
Kolya: My men have informed me that not only have you disabled some crucial generators, but you've stolen key components which make them impossible to be restored.
Boyfriend: Yeah, I did that.
Kolya: There are two flaws in your plan.
Boyfriend: I'm always open to constructive criticism.
Kolya: One, the assumption I would believe you'd rather destroy the city than let it fall to us is childish.
Boyfriend: Doesn't sound like me.
Kolya: Second, if and when I determine Atlantis unsalvageable, Doctors Weir and McKay become obsolete.
Boyfriend: Weir's alive?
Kolya: Dr. McKay was able to make a strong case for keeping her alive.
Boyfriend: Let me talk to her.
Weir: Sheppard, we're both here.
Boyfriend: It's good to hear your voice.
SQUEEE! He was such a smartass, messing with Bailey Kolya over the radio. And then his face when he realized that his twu wuv was still alive? Awww! And the way he was all soft in the delivery of the last line... squee! (Fake) Death cannot stop twu wuv! It only delays it for a while!
"You're not going to need that thing. Shoot to kill."
And then he got all serious and stuff. And intense. It was hot and stuff. Time to save twu wuv!
Boyfriend: You're not going anywhere. I will shoot you if you don't let her go.
Kolya: And risk hurting Dr. Weir?
Boyfriend: I'm not aiming at her.
No hesitation at all. Boyfriends are good like that. Especially boyfriends who wear uniforms and carry a P90. And hey, if he can't be with me, then he's allowed to rescue his other twu wuv.
Boyfriend: Sorry about that, I had to... are you okay?
Weir: ...no.
Boyfriend: You will be. Come on.
He apologized for shooting the baddie while he was still using her as a shield! Aww! And then his face when he asked if she was okay. And he was so sweet. And concerned. And the hand grabbing and running off with her. And the shippy. And the... swoon! I'm declaring this ship canon now. Frell the anvils for the other chick. They even have their own angsty shippy theme music!
Boyfriend: You're extremely optimistic, you know that?
Weir: You think so?
Ahhhhh! The smiling! The smirking! The eye crinkling! And the significant looks! Weeeee!
Duuuuuude. I love this show. Love. The fact that they went pretty dark in this ep, what with the boyfriend showing no remorse for killing over 50 enemies at once, makes me love this show even more. And the love has absolutely nothing to do with how oh so pretty the boyfriend is.
I must end with a shippy pic. Yes, I MUST! SQUEE!
Oh boy. That was a lot... more than I wanted to do, because hey, I need to show some semblance of sanity, right? Right? Damn. I wish I could send Meg some vibes to hurry with the new layout graphic. *glares at her from afar*
And I swear once Alias starts, I will be back to my snarky, non-squeeing self again 'cuz this fangirling is scary me lots.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:01 AM ... ||
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Squeeeeeeeee!
SQUEEEEEEEEE!!
Just finished watching the new boyfriend episode. (*loves Canada*)
Pooh luvs the boyfriend! WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! OMG. BEST. EP. EVA!!! And the hair! And the rain! And the wet! And the pissed off-ness! And the ruthlessness! And the killing! Dear god, the killing! (55+ all by himself! *swoon* I mean, bad!) And the shooting! And the playing the hero! And the snarky! And the eyes! And the voice! And the facial expressions! And the Serious!Face. And the Concentration!Face. And the OMG!YouJustKilledMyTwuWuvAndIWillKillYouBack!Face. And the ThankGodYou'reAlive!Face. And the I'mSorryILoveYouAreYouOkay!Face. And the hand holding! And the smiling! And the moo-moo eyes! And the eyefuckage! And the shippy!!! OMG. The shippy was so so so so so SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!! No anvils anywhere! YAY!!!
Don't you just love new episodes of shows you actually really do love and don't just say you do? Especially ones with boyfriends who are so Teh Sex? And thank god for more of the shippy. I thought I'd have to squint and do the UC thing again, but it's so much better when it's canon. Squeeeeee!!! *lurves boyfriend*
Damn. I just realized that I've looped the ep like 5 times and forgot to eat dinner. Ooops.
And crap... I can't believe I just wrote this post. I sound like I'm freaking 12. Oh well. Off to eat something and loop some more.
Oh, and... squee.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:59 PM ... ||
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!!!!
Someone evil put up screencaps of the new boyfriend ep that ran in Canada last night. Boyfriend ep still needs 20 hours to finish dl'ing. (WTF! Why can't every show dl at the same satanic speed as JJ's shows?! Just because they're not in league with dark forces doesn't mean I need to be punished for it, hrmph!) Arggghhhh! The pain! The twitchy! To spoil or not. *bites nails* Right now I'm going with "not" but it's just... so... hard... not... to... click... the... tiny... innocent... looking... link... and... argggghhhhhhhh. *sobs*
Why is it never this hard to decide whether to spoil other shows? Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 4:36 PM ... ||
I think I'm growing up. No longer am I 5. I've hit puberty and my rebellious adolescent years. This is what happens when people start nagging me. And by "people," I mean friends who shouldn't nag and should know better. Last night, on the drive back from Philly, J tried to psychoanalyze me and tried to figure out why I don't have a boyfriend. Ugh. Anyone who knows me knows I can't take compliments very well, and since I was the one driving, I was too distracted to be able to deflect the lecture. J turned into Mommy-J and it was scary. And then today, she calls me to make sure I contacted a bunch of headhunters for my job search. She's seriously freaking me out. I know I'm only hurting myself, but when people start harping on me to do things, even if it's for my own good, I just wanna... not.
One and Steph know all about my being 15 and doing/not doing things out of spite and pettiness, just because I've been told I "need"/"have to" do something. Heh. I can't believe that was only a couple of months ago. And yay! I actually did do what they told me to. Eventually. (So there!)
Anyway, that's just a warning. I'm in a whiny, pouty mood right now. Also, my swimsuits came in and tried them on and... umm... I'm going to go run around the block a couple of times right now and see if any miracles occur.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:52 PM ... ||
Monday, November 08, 2004
15 hours later, and my work day is finally over. Woohoo!
Philly wasn't that bad. It took us forever to finish, but that was expected. Then, because we were such diligent workers, we treated ourselves to a nice dinner. A REALLY nice dinner. One seafood appetizer, three steaks, one martini, five glasses of wine, two white chocolate mousse, one chocolate hazelnut cake, one corporate AmEx card, a $300 dinner bill with generous tip, and two hours later... J, Jen and I finally left Philly. Heh. Oh. And there was shameless flirting with our two waiters, Carey and Patrick, and our busboy, Kurt.
And James Gandolfini and small party sat down at the table next to us. Hee. Waiter Patrick even came to gossip about it with us.
Cooooool. Well, it would be if I didn't think he was overrated, but it's still a good celebrity encounter. Not as good as my De Niro one, but way better than the Chris Penn sighting.
Now I must rest and relax and wait for new boyfriend ep to download. Or maybe rewatch that other Profiler ep. Dammit, One, you know I don't get subtle hints. You needed to say in very loud words: blue shirt, nekkid. *nods* *am in especially good mood even after a long crappy Monday*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:24 PM ... ||
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Completely spoilerish and non-spoilerish Desperate Housewives thoughts:
~ NO MIKE! *cries*
~ Very little Susan. *cries some more*
~ Love Lynette. LOVE HER. Hate her new friends and their peer pressure. HRMPH.
~ Love Bree.
~ NO MIKE!!!! Am feeling very unfulfilled this week and frustrated enough without a peek at Boyfriend#2. *understands Bree's frustration this week, too*
~ Hate Gabs. HATE. Also hate John. I'd rather take a full hour of Edie lusting after Mike than deal with these two. Cuz ewwwwww.
~ NO MIKE!!!!!!!!!!! No Mike for three full weeks now. Stupid music awards next week! And I'll miss Mike because I'll still be on the plane back from Puerto Rico! Dammit.
~ Misses Boyfriend#2. A lot.
Craaaaaaaap! Was that HoYay on the Lost promo? Cheesy crappy stupid HoYay? Damn. And I thought I was free of that show. Crap. Is the opportunity to snark that show worth sitting through that hour of garbage? Hmmm.
Yay for Boyfriend eps in Canada tomorrow. Rowr.
And now... to sleep I go for I must be at work by 6AM tomorrow. Three cases in Philly. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:06 PM ... ||
Saturday, November 06, 2004
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Damn.
*smaps self*
|| posted by Pooh at 3:55 PM ... ||
After two hours of staring at the resume, there's nothing better than four more hours of steak, drinks, and laughing so hard our cheeks hurt. Rowr.
One and a half weeks until Puerto Rico. Just found out that Jen's sister and friend aren't coming with us. So it'll be the three of us wreaking havoc. Hee.
Oy. Head. Tipsy.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:26 AM ... ||
Friday, November 05, 2004
Resume Party, Round 2:
This time, we are staying in the work lab until we finish writing up our resumes. Jen's still working on hers. J and I have finished our drafts (still need a couple of corrections, but we can do that at home) and have turned our ADD personalities toward playing with pimp/porn/ho name generators online. Yes. On our work computers.
There is way too much giggling at work. It's late and the PoohTummy is making noises. Food, dammit. I need food! (And drinks) Excuse me while I go kick Jen's ass in gear...
(ETA:
EEP! Just remembered that I have a publication and an award I can add onto the resume! Woot!)
In fangirl news:
Now that I've passed the boyfriend pics to Meg for layout graphic consideration, I was finally able to watch the boyfriend eps on my Profiler S4 DVD set. One ep so far, and dude... it's amazing how 5 minutes of CUUUUTE and SQUEEEEEEE can make up for 11 episodes (so far) of utter stinky, icky, nasty, anvily, sucky crap.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:46 PM ... ||
As much as I loved getting that extra hour of sleep a couple of days ago, I hate coming off DST. Now I can't even sleep in late anymore. Once it's bright outside, I'm up. 9AM is considered sleeping in no matter how late I went to bed. My body is still tired, but my head is up. My brain hates me. (That sounds... kinda wrong. :( )
Clearly I'm going to need some heavy curtains to block out the sunlight.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:34 AM ... ||
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
I finally purchased a swimsuit for Puerto Rico. Okay, I actually bought a bunch of them because I have no clue about sizes and colors and styles. Buying online sucks like that, but pretty much no one is selling swimsuits at the moment. I know, I suck, but I've suppressed the buy/return gene that runs heavily in my family for long enough. I think I'm allowed this one time. And it's entirely my fault I procrastinated for this long. I take full responsibility, and had Jen not reminded me that the trip was in TWO WEEKS, I might have waited even longer to do this. Bleh.
I was going to snark on Lost, but then I tried to watch the episode and found I could not. Watch or snark. Anyway, if I weren't so lazy, I could probably find it in myself to bitch about the pathetic anviliciousness of the ep. However, I don't think I have enough hobbit snark to cover that hour of incredible meh. It's just too... *shudder*
Jon Stewart is love.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:56 PM ... ||
No post-election rants here. I bitched enough in 2000 to cover me for this year, too. Also, election? What election? La di da da... In my world, Kermie is SupremeLeader4Eva and the Fraggles are both House and Senate. The sky, however, is still blue - a marvelous, gorgeous, brilliant blue. (And minor boyfriend Peter Jennings is still hot.)
How I spent my Wednesday (so far):
1. Stared, drooled, licked Boyfriend#1 pics on blog.
2. Reread quotes from Boyfriend#3's (Jon) show. Rowr.
3. Thought about how CNN misused Boyfriend#4 (Anderson). Covering Senate races? Are you kidding me? Pffft, what a waste of an opportunity for good snark.
4. Read Boyfriend#1/Steve fic. While refusing to slash boyfriend EVER, it's been that kind of morning.
5. Drank way too much coffee again. Weeeeee caffeine kick!
So hmmm... pretty much the same as every day. Routines are good.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:20 PM ... ||
I hurt.
I hurt a lot.
Chest pains... cold sweats... insomnia... clammy palms... ugh.
So happy blog time! I bring you... hmm... who should I post? Oh, right... DUH!
Mmmmm. Boyfriend in blue. Pooh is a slut for blue. Blue shirts, blue lighting... BLUE! Blue is such a nice color. WHY WON'T MORE PEOPLE REALIZE THAT?!
To calm my nerves, I present smiling, grinning, happy boyfriend. SQUEE!
One of Pooh's favorite smiling pic. Awww. *swoon*
Rowr, baby! The head tilt does me in every time. Every damn time.
Mmmmmm. *lick* And more blue!
Hee! I just wanna pinch his cheeks (and stuff)! And play with his hair (and other stuff)!
Still in pain, but it's lessened a bit from staring and drooling all over the boyfriend. Mostly because boyfriend spends a lot of time in Canada, and Pooh is thinking about moving in with Steph. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:55 AM ... ||
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
|| posted by Pooh at 8:13 PM ... ||
I voted already. Did you?
I pushed the yummy boyfriend pic off the blog for this stoopid post. So you better all VOTE. As long as you're voting for the guy who'll bring Onesy back to the States so we can fangirl together. It's the least you can do for me seeing how I do nothing but amuse and entertain y'all here at the blog. (You think that's easy? Fuck no. If only there was a way to get paid for this...) You owe me one. And the boyfriend one for letting himself be bumped off the page. But, you know... if you're going to vote for the other guy, then don't bother.
Vote today. Vote often. Bring Pooh's One back to her!
lmfao. Okay, I seriously need to lay off the grande iced mocha right before bed.... Oy.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:23 AM ... ||
Monday, November 01, 2004
A: 6:30 AM
Q: When the sun should not be already up?
On one hand, it's a bit easier to drag my ass out of bed when it's already bright when my alarm goes off in the morning. On the other hand, it's still ONLY 6:30 AM!!! Sheesh. I want my bed. *whine*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:12 AM ... ||
Am really sorry to keep pushing the boyfriend pic down down down, but...
Where I do a little Desperate Housewives speccing on The Mike Thing (and a little bit on the Mary Alice Thing) with references to future episode spoilers:
I originally thought Mike was an undercover something or other and totally legit. Also thought the wife story was bogus. However, the park meeting with the Old Dude didn't sound like a legit and official undercover operation.
So what if...
1. Mike and Old Dude are thugs. Their search for whatever/whoever is related to the contents of the chest (either the bones or the diamonds or both).
2. Mike really is some kind of agent. Everything is legit, and Old Dude just comes off as extra shifty and cranky because nothing happens when he sits on the can.
3. The wife story is true and it has something to do with the chest. Wife=bones?
4. Wife story is true, Old Dude is related to the wife (Mike's mafia father-in-law?), and wife=bones? (Need to find out how long the bones have been in that chest. Years, right? So maybe this one doesn't work out if Mike's been widowed... a year?)
5. Wife story is not true, but the bones have something to do with the Old Dude and Mike is just working for Old Dude.
6. Old Dude is Mike's father. I don't know what this has to do with anything, but the idea popped into my head. Especially with the way Old Dude was talking to Mike. "What's with the face? ... Don't screw up." etc. Just kinda sounded like a controlling father trying to smap his usually-good-for-nothing son. (I feel like I'm reaching, though.) And in the end, it all has to do with the chest contents. Maybe bones=sister?
7. We're going about it all wrong and it has absolutely NOTHING to do with the bones (and/or the diamonds).
About Mary Alice:
1. Is Mary Alice related to Mike and/or Old Dude? Maybe they're from her old life as Angela and Paul has no clue. How much time passed between her suicide and the wake? Did they say? Exactly when did Mike move into the neighborhood, with respect to the suicide and wake - before/after the note/suicide?
2. Or are the bones related to Mike and/or Old Dude?
3. Or does Mary Alice have nothing to do with Mike and/or Old Dude and they're after the diamonds instead?
4. The bones in the chest: Paul's mistress? Paul's real wife? The real Mary Alice? Zach's real mother, being that Zach is neither "Mary Alice" nor Paul's son? Someone else?
Just thought I'd get that off my chest. If I have time, I'm going to do logic tables and Venn diagrams. Why? Because it's FUN! *geeks out* And also, not knowing is killing me.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:48 AM ... ||