Thursday, December 30, 2004
It's M's last day at work. Am very sad. Didn't even get to pull any of our ultimate pranks on him. *pouts*
Hope everyone has a nice New Year's weekend. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 3:06 PM ... ||
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Oh boy.
Just found out that N went to India for the month. No one's sure where exactly, and no one has contact info. This is worrisome. *crosses fingers, hopes she's okay*
:(
|| posted by Pooh at 11:03 AM ... ||
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
I.
Am.
BLIND.
And crying. (Damn I've missed that pic. *sniffle*)
And people who know who they are SUCK.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:00 PM ... ||
Yay!
Roomie's gone until mid-January. Now what to do with an empty apartment all to myself...
*runs nekkid through apartment*
Umm... yeah... just like that.
Or not so much.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:12 PM ... ||
Monday, December 27, 2004
Back at work. Ho hum. It's absolutely dead around here. Hmmm... guess that means I'll be slacking off and crank calling people... *whistles innocently*
Hope everyone had a great Christmas/holiday/weekend.
This year ended up being just another long weekend. We already passed out the gifts ages ago or treated ourselves. Everyone's old enough not to care anymore. :( Best surprise, though, was the PoohBro buying everyone gifts and actually hiding them until Christmas Eve. The boy's only purchased gifts once in all of his 18 years, and it's gotten to the point where we don't expect him to buy us any gifts because he's still the "baby" and we're still trying to wrap our heads around the idea that he can even drive. But yeah... the PoohBro went to the mall by himself, lied about it, and then wrapped and hid the gifts. PoohBro even got the presents right. Dress shirt for Thing1 (her fave), soft PJ pants for Thing2 (her fave), and a chunky turtleneck sweater for me (umm... shut up). Even the first color he considered and the one he finally settled on are colors I would have gotten for myself (shut up, you don't know me!). Hell, even the sizes were right. And the PoohBro did it all by himself. *looks up at sky, just in case*
Sometimes boys can be major disappointments. Other times, they're a pleasant surprise and actually do pay attention. Aww. (But then they're all smug about it, and... pffffft.)
Now that Christmas is over, I think I need to start thinking about my New Year's present to myself. *lalalala*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:17 AM ... ||
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Merry Christmas!
*hugs everyone*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:42 AM ... ||
Friday, December 24, 2004
A few things from today:
1. Wearing tights, two pairs of socks, AND still have frozen toes... is wrong. So very incredibly wrong. Brrrrrrrr.
2. Mom had a stock of tiaras at her store. Tried them on, of course. Duh. And yup, every girl still wants to be Queen. (Though probably not true -- some girls settle for being a 'princess' and others... well... you know.)
3. I am not a people person. (Shocker) But this is especially true when it's freezing. And when a customer tries to lie to you that they're a RegularCustomer but don't even know where the freaking huge mirror is. (Answer: right behind you, bitch)
4. .... ummmm.... just remembered. I said I was going to be cheerful after my last rant. Ooops.
Happy Christmas Eve!
(If I hear that Christmas shoes song or Dominic the Donkey song... one... more... time... **GLARES**)
|| posted by Pooh at 9:25 PM ... ||
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Bah humbug.
On the Day Before I Start My Early Christmas Break (ie. the weekend), I figure I should probably just do some ranting because after today, I will force myself to be happy!happy!happy! because it is the holidays. Or some lameass reason like that. So here we go.
1. It's freezing. And when I say 'freezing,' I actually mean 'HOLYFUCKINGSHITIT'SCOLD!' And it's only December. I'm so sick of cold. Cold sucks.
2. The struggle to find the perfect thermostat setting has begun. Well, it WOULD HAVE begun if our thermostat bothered recognizing its 'off' position. Stupid baseboards and water having such a high heat capacity. Even with it set to the lowest setting, the apartment is still sweltering. Closing the windows against the nighttime windchill means really Sweaty!Pooh (which is disgusting) but cracking them, even a teeny bit, means Frozen!Pooh. I can't wait until it's summer so I can complain about not having an a/c.
3. Rolled off the bed again. This has really got to stop. I don't know what my problem is. I think Eeyore's kicking me off, but I can't be sure. Will have to experiment with the Poohbear tonight.
4. Am trying to leave work early today (shut up). Was supposed to have an easy day today. BUT! Boss's niece is visiting work today and he wants US to show her around, answer any of her questions, blahdiddylala. Except freaking J's flight was this morning even though she's technically supposed to be H-E-R-E because she already invoiced these hours. (Bitch. She makes me so proud.) That means I, the Pooh, am being forced to babysit boss's niece for an hour (2? 3? dear god) all by myself. And really, I have nothing to say about this place. It pays the bills, but the people are amusing (*insert various other words for 'amusing'*). *shrug*
5. Babysitting also means I can't do what I was planning on doing at work: work on that sillyfic for Meg. It's been forever since I've actually felt like writing anything other than a rant or a technical report. But alas, my creative writing productivity is being stifled by "Work." Don't they know I have to finish this?! Especially if Meg's making me something that's close to "perfection," whatever THAT means, since she won't even give me a freaking hint. Hrmph.
6. That reminds me. New layout coming soon. As soon as I remember how to html again. Oh, yeah. And stop being lazy. Hmmm... maybe new layout will be my New Year's present to myself to celebrate the official return of the boyfriend eps. See, I planned it that way, uh huh, and it is not merely my laziness coinciding with SciFi's schedule. *nods wisely*
7. Speaking of creative stuff... any extra bursts of inspiration have been channeled towards learning how to vid. I've decided it's quite fun and will be my new hobby. I'm going to start off by making WMM my bitch and then conquering the world. If I don't get sick of it first. Have also decided I am too much of a perfectionist when it comes to my new hobby. Well, perfection is quite subjective considering I've given myself headaches trying to find the "perfect clip" and trying to get the "perfect trim" and trying not to be all "needs more fade! must dissolve! cut!cut!cut! where's the slow-mo!" So yeah... stupid hobby. Pffft. Besides, there's a dearth of 46-second songs out there for me to play with. (Dude, a 2 minute song is, like, a committment!)
I keep thinking I had more to post, but ehh... senile so I'll stop at my lucky number 7. Also, my babysitting charge will be here soon. Toodles.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:30 AM ... ||
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Punishment can be such a bitch. Tried to leave early again today. Well, not as ridiculously early as yesterday, but still... early. And somehow two bosses found us right before we could pack up and sneak out, and managed to slip in an impromptu "catch up" meeting and then one of them wanted to describe IN DETAIL an experimental setup he wants us to look into next week. Still managed to leave a tiny bit early, but GRRRR. Definite punishment. What else would explain two bosses, who embrace the email system like their lives depended on it, suddenly both showing up in the lab for the first time in a month. Bah.
Of course... this isn't going to stop me from trying to leave hella early again tomorrow... lalala
|| posted by Pooh at 4:55 PM ... ||
Monday, December 20, 2004
I like constants in my life. For example: every time Thing2 calls me up and asks me to go with her to buy something, I immediately know we're going to stop for dinner and I'm paying for it. It's not a surprise, so I expect it and am used to it.
Not like the PoohDad. Up until last year, when asked if he wanted a photo printer, would have immediately made a face and a dirty noise and told us to quit wasting our money. See. That is entirely expected. So you know, it was so not cool this year when we asked the obligatory annual question, and he immediately responded with a brand and a model. Dammit! Whatever happened to the true nature of the holiday season? It's the thought that counts! And you know, just being around the people you love and...
Whatever. We got him his damn photo printer. Not to mention that wifi router he's been wanting for awhile. And now we're trying to get Thing1 to buy him that new TV he's been thinking about getting. Why must all his toys cost so much? Pfffft. Which reminds me... if anyone wants to buy me an external harddrive for Harold, I'll love you lots and lots. *wink wink*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:46 PM ... ||
Shhhh. I'm being naughty. Left work right after the Boss took us out for lunch.
Um. Hee.
I don't feel good. Yeah, that's it.
Whatever. Go Spank the Monkey or something.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:02 PM ... ||
FREEEEEEEEEEZING!!!!!!
My wipers are still frozen to the windshield. After five minutes of warm up. After a half hour commute. And I still can't get them unstuck. Dammit.
It's too cold. Wanna go back to bed. *pouts*
*smooches Steph* Yay! Thanks, babe. I still haven't watched vol. 1 so now I can stay in bed and watch them back to back. *mwah!*
Everyone else: *tiny smoochies* because I'm feeling weird today. Must be brain freeze.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:50 AM ... ||
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Work is ridiculous. Seriously. After two weeks of testing our new screening experiment, we're back to the same protocol and test variables as BEFORE someone tried to "start over" and implement the screening tests. And I could have told them before that the two variables we're now concentrating on are the same exact ones we already told them were the most significant. Oh, wait. I DID! Except now, it's all shiny and confirmed... or something. What a waste of two weeks.
Pfffffffft!
In fandom news...
an interesting Stargate SG-1 S9 casting spoiler. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Even more interesting given the guest star for ep 8x12 and the possibility of recurring status for that character. I've got a bunch of (unpopular, probably, most likely) thoughts about SG-1 in general (and S6-S9 specifically, prior to this news), and coupled with the tentative plans for SGA's S2... yeah, the only thing I've got for this particular tidbit is... "interesting."
|| posted by Pooh at 2:16 PM ... ||
|| posted by Pooh at 1:56 PM ... ||
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Yadda yadda yadda:
1. Finished one full experimental report. Am halfway through the second one. Taking break now. Rowr.
2. Placed tongue order. I'm going to miss getting tongue every week after the BigFinalBoot.
3. Have new socks. Love new socks. *plays with new socks* but still hate feet.
4. Purchased 4 new books and have started all of them. Also bought a scifi mag (*hangs head in shame*) because the Carter/McKay interview was too freaking funny.
5. Am going through mp3 collection to find songs for more practice vidding. Why oh why does every song sound inspire Boyfriend Hoyay now? I may be forced to practice hoyay vidding earlier than expected. Sigh. (Steph, got any more 46 second songs? Heh.)
6. Veronica Mars! Weeee! Squeee! *LOVE* Cannot wait for LoganAngst. For LoganAngst is even more LOVE.
7. The 'N' on the keyboard is almost gone. Next to in line to die: A, H, T, R, M.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:22 PM ... ||
Awww, blogger. Haven't seen you in awhile. *pets*
This is interesting. Mildly. Not really. For some reason, I've started migrating to the edge of the bed. I didn't realize it until last night when I was reading in bed to de-stress and noticed that while I was practically falling off the bed, Eeyore had the entire rest of the bed all to himself. Huh. And of course... I fell out of the bed last night. Which hasn't happened to me in forever and is sort of embarrassing now. Bleh.
Maybe it all has to do with some weird stressy thing that's been going on lately. Work hours have been upped so we can finish our projects before the BigFinalBootof2004. As a result, I've been writing report after report after report after report (mostly at home since there is no time at work) so the poor slaves after us know how and where to pick up. Have not finished any Christmas shopping that doesn't involve a "For Pooh" tag (um, heehee). Have a gajillion bills that still need to be paid. Am dreading working pretty much every day (except those with a special 'Eve' or 'Day' attached to it) from now until the end of the month. And because I'm completely out of my mind, have started messing with vidding. (lmao) Except I only have crappy songs at my disposal and that kinda kills any urges there.
And look! No updates here since last Thursday! WTF. Must remember to make New Year Resolution #1 to de-suck my life. Meh. And now that I've thoroughly depressed myself, must go out and enjoy my freezing one day off before coming back to write a few more technical reports. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:00 AM ... ||
Thursday, December 09, 2004
For those of you looking to kill time...
I offer you two games we've been playing at work (almost non-stop) with no regards towards doing actual work:
3-D Pong
and
Mini Golf Classic
So now you know what I've been doing at work and at home this past week. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:58 PM ... ||
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Damn.
Exactly what does it take to kill a hobbit these days? Why oh why do I even bother leaving Lost on, even if only as background noise? Oh right... because there's nothing else on TV Wednesdays. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:57 PM ... ||
No clothing malfunctions the past two days. Thank goodness. Have not been in the mood for any kind of funky work pranks. Woke up this morning, hurting. It has never hurt, mentally, this much before and god what I wouldn't have loved to have just called in sick. Blech. Oh, wait. I take back the no weird work stuff happening. Met up with CrotchetyOldBob in the lab because he was checking out (again) our test setup (I swear, he keeps coming up with more and more tests, I think he's singlehandedly making a push to keep J and me employed past this year). The good thing about Bob is he's all about the mass-ranting. Today's rant was about headaches (owie, pain), and suddenly, he decided to not only explain how headaches come about, but also to show me how to relieve some of the stress and vessel constriction that leads to them. And for some reason, this involved a back massage. My back. Not J's, who also had a headache. As soon as he started, Jer and SchMike, who were messing around on the other side of the lab, got really really quiet. And then I got really really giggly. I'm incredibly ticklish in the area below the neck and between the shoulder blades. I can't help it, dammit. And tell me why every time I started giggling and tried to move away, he still kept trying to give me a massage? Bob's funny, but he's so not my type. Hmm... I guess I got felt up at work. (Yay...?) After he left, the boys were all making fun and in awe of OldBob for getting away with such a "blatant, undisguised excuse to cop a feel." And then they started making worshipping noises or something. Blech. Boys.
Now the really happy stuff. Have managed to (re)watch the newest boyfriend episode, except this one was a girlfriend episode and it was LOVE. It was all about time travel and alternate/"first" realities and I am such a geek over things like that. After watching it about five times, I've come to four conclusions:
1) I am way too emotionally invested in these characters. Every viewing, every flashback with the "first time" events, made me tingle with dread and worry for each and every character even though the bad stuff was only happening to the alternate characters. And hell, if T-Lo were in the ep more, I would have worried for her, too (for I love her now, except when she's smashing anvils over Boyfriend's head). I can't remember ever loving the ENTIRE cast of a show this much before.
2) I LOVE this show sooooo much, when I die, I wanna be buried with the DVDs. (sorta kidding... sort of... the love is just that obsessive)
3) Weir is officially my Girlfriend. I am now slashing Pooh/Weir (will still ship her with Boyfriend, though). Speaking of Boyfriend...
4) The Star Trek jokes on SGA were cute and funny, but as soon as Boyfriend busted out the Back to the Future references, Boyfriend officially became Pooh's 'density.' *squee*
And now you can all go away while I stoopidly squee and squee and squee over the Girlfriend episode (which is really just another weak excuse to watch the ep again).
SG Atlantis, 1.15 Before I Sleep
~ First off: SQUEE! Not only was I excited about seeing how this ep would play out, TPTB loved me and started it off with a Shep/Weir balcony scene! He gave her a birthday present! He won't say how he found out! And he does the cutest smile and eyebrow thing! Granted, he's probably making up for the assy in 'Hot Zone,' but still... awwww! A million bucks to the person who correctly guesses how many times I looped that scene before I even thought about watching the rest of the ep - and I'll tell you right now, you'll be off by at least a few hundred.
~ "I'm looking for a one bedroom with a den, preferably with a balcony, but I'm not married to it." Hee. *huggles McKay*
~ "Doesn't look a day over 9000." Hee. *plays with Boyfriend's hair*
~ "We cannot let this chance to talk to a living, breathing Ancient slip through our fingers. Again." Ha! And then Shep's face when McKay directs that at him... weee! Long live the boys and their snark!
~ S: "Maybe she wanted to stay behind."
F: "Maybe they forgot about her."
S: "In which case, she's gonna be really pissed when she wakes up."
Oh wow. Is Ford still on this show?
~ M: "Yeah, that's what I was afraid of - freezer burn."
F: "I thought she wasn't frozen."
B: "Ten thousand years. You expect her to dance a bloody jig?"
Oh wow again. Ford's got another line? And yay, Beckett! *tackles Beckett and his Scottish accent* And bwah to the simultaneous reactions by Shep and McKay when OldWeir makes eye contact. These two make me so giddy. And Ford laughing in the background after a Shep/McKay snarko, scripted or not, makes me wish I could live on that set because they look like they have nothing but fun fun fun.
~ S: "Too big, huh?"
M: "I'm not saying it's too big. I'm just pointing out its dimensions."
S: "...it's not that big."
Sure, Shep tells Weir that they're discussing the size of Atlantis, but I'd like to point out that they could totally be referring to... well... other things. A bunch of possible Other Things, in fact. You know, with all the talk about apartment-hunting and digs on Shep's Kirk routine, etc... I love their snarky, at times competitive, yet BestBuddies4Eva camaraderie and still refuse to slash them, but if they keep it up, I may be forced to rescind my NoHoYay rule for this show. Especially when they sit side by side, in T-shirts, with their arms crossed and feet up on the console, and Shep totally does a 'changing the subject' move when Weir walks in on them. And speaking of Shep's feet propped up on the console... I have the unbelievable urge to play with his bootlaces. I seriously don't know what's wrong with me. I hate feet, but guy's shoelaces just make me all stoopid and immature and stuff. *hangs head in shame* It's really sick and definitely signs of a psychological problem.
~ Beckett's all kinds of hot in this ep, and I have the urge to play with his hair, too. (And SQUEEE to PM getting picked up as a regular for next season!)
~ F: "Is time travel even possible?"
M: "Well, according to Einstein's general theory of relativity, there's nothing in the laws of physics to prevent it. Extremely difficult to achieve, mind you. You need the technology to manipulate black holes to create wormholes not only through points in space, but time." (Squee! Smart men are hot! And DH makes it sound like he's studied this his entire life. Long live the geeks!)
S: "Not to mention a really nice DeLorean." (And we all know how I feel about the boyfriend.)
~ "I almost killed her...you. How weird is that?" Heh. And McKay's giddiness while explaining it was just too much. Hee.
~ M: "The moment she went back in time, she created a separate reality - a second you living in a parallel world, according to one of many interpretations of quantum theory. Simply put, this interpretation states that the universe is, in fact, split into an infinite number of copies of itself in which every possible outcome to every decision ever made all exists somewhere in this infinitely-layered multi-universe."
W: "Simply put."
M: "In a nutshell."
Ohhhhh man. That was just... *drool* Again, McKay's giddy after explaining it just makes me just as giddy, and the mind boggles with the possibilities. I mentioned I'm a geek for the time travel/AU stuff, right? Rowr. (Somewhere there exists a Pooh who is less psycho-obsessive, but I really hope not, because what would be the fun in that Pooh?)
~ Squee! Flashbacks that aren't flashbacks, but kinda are. Robert Patrick! *squees more!*
~ "That's not what happened. Not the first time." Dun dun dun! And here begins the tingling dread because even though she's talking about the AU crew, they're really not AU, because they were the first which would make this crew AU and... oh wow, my head just spun around and it made me all sorts of happy.
~ Hee! Love Beckett. Love. And here's something to ponder. If OldWeir is Weir, but not really... can Weir give the okay for a medical procedure on 'herself' and if she were to kill OldWeir, would it be considered suicide or murder? Okay, I'm just being stupid, and totally over that train of thought because... BeckettDimple! (I am so incredibly pleased that the men of this show are HOT in their own way and, except for Ford who really doesn't exist until he gets some more lines and a point, are beyond the ItBoy age. Older men are sexy, yo. *kicks the WB*)
~ (Dude? Weir takes OldWeir on a tour and practically no one gives them a second look like this sort of stuff happens. all.the.time.) lmfao
~ Squee! More flashbacks to the 'Rising.' God, I love those eps. Robert Patrick! And heh to boyfriend constantly following Weir around like a bodyguard/lost puppy. Awww. But then there's their horrified looks at hearing the shield fail on Robert Patrick and... *dread and tingling* (damn, now I wanna rewatch the pilot eps) How much does it suck that Sumner dies in both versions, and not a nice way in either case? *sad*
~ "I can fly just about anything." I'd like to personally test that out, and I'm perfectly happy settling for an AUShep.
~ Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. McKay. The flooded gateroom. His voice breaking. His attempts up until the very last minute to help save others. Doesn't matter how many times I've watched this scene, it makes me hurt. Hurt lots. Hurt like *sob* And the NowMcKay's face when he realizes he died in the other timeline... hurts.
~ Re: the other McKay giving up his life to try to save others.
S: "But ultimately failing."
M: "I'm sure if I had a few more seconds I could-"
Damn. That was harsh, Shep. But still... lmfao, because of the look he gives McKay, like he's totally just trying to get a rise out of him, which he succeeds in doing.
~ Shep, Weir, and Zelenka stuck in the timeship. I love Zelenka and find him oddly hot, too. Does that make me weird? Probably. His "Now what did you do?" cmsu, and it's nice to see ThatShep unable to figure out the jumper as quickly as OurShep... even though it's gonna hurt with the dying and stuff because, of course, ThatShep immediately triggers the time travel, straight into the middle of a Wraith attack... and OldWeir is EVIL because she stops with "and that's when John--" and then zonks out. Evil, dude.
~ Awww! Shep shows some concern for OurWeir and how seeing OldWeir might be affecting her. *pets the boyfriend*
~ M: Well, it's obvious. The puddlejumper they escaped in must have been some sort of time machine. Had to have an additional component built into it."
S: "Flux capacitor!"
Hee. Hee. And hee.
~ When they find out ThatShep died, too.
M: "Ha! Ah, the bitter taste of ultimate failure."
S: "Well, if you had just figured out how to fix the damn shield in the first place, none of us would have died."
M: "I did everything I could, including valiantly attempting to save your sorry--"
LMFAO. McKay got to snark Shep back for his dig on McKay's death. I love the boys and their NONHOYAY (dammit) love. The digs and one-upmanship kill me. So do their faces when Weir scolds them for bickering. *squishes them in a big hug and plants smoochies all over them*
~ The Ancient Council! Weee! It's the lady from the hologram! *loves my show* How would it work if they did let Weir return to her own time with a ZPM, right before the team came through the gate, if we already know from SG-1 and Carter what happens if there's two Weirs in one universe.
~ "But we are explorers." Love Weir. Love love love love love her. She'd do it all over again, even with the possibility of their deaths. I feel so bad for this Weir. They all died pretty much as soon as they got to Atlantis. She didn't get to enjoy any of it. *sad*
~ Mmmmm. Shep sleeping in a chair. *jumps boyfriend*
~ Ahh. A Simon mention. Elizabeth really does worry too much. She needs to stop that. Hopefully, she won't concentrate on the past/alternate reality and get too caught up with the idea that in the first one, her people die but everyone else in Pegasus lives because the Wraith hibernate, but in this one, her people survive and millions die because they woke up the Wraith. And hee! Shep told OldWeir that it was her birthday? (Exactly how did he find out, anyway?) Awwww. That's kinda sweet. I will delusionally ship Shep/Weir but even if it doesn't pan out, I'm totally okay with friends4eva! (well, when stoopid power struggles don't get in the way).
~ Oh man. When Janus was talking about the failsafe mechanism and the city rising when the shields failed, I got the nice kind of tingly because that was a hella cool effect in the pilot. I really like Janus. He's cool. I wonder if he ever did get to build another timeship and whether there's any way to get him back on the show. Cuz, you know, cool. (Btw, Weir's kissed two and Shep only one so far. Not that I'm keeping count, because as far as I'm concerned, she can kiss as many as she wants, and he needs to, you know, NOT.)
~ That shot of Weir all alone in Atlantis was... oh man. How incredibly sad is that whole stasis thing. All by herself. Waking up every 3.3 thousand years, still by herself, just to rotate some ZPMs. :(
~ I really hope the ZPM search isn't as easy as the note with the five gate addresses, cuz that would suck if it really were that easy now.
~ And Shep's prezzie becomes an urn. What do you do with it after that? Rinse it out and use it as a vase or cookie jar?
~ Again, Shep finds her out on the balcony. I love my Shep/Weir balcony scenes. I think I've mentioned that already. She looks all sad and contemplative. He looks... concerned, and not sure what to say to her. The shipper in me would have loved to see him say something comforting, or hell, even a brief hug, but it's really too soon and also, the head scratching was... rowr.
SQUEEE. I loved that episode. THIS. MUCH. And if you bothered to go through all that and made it all the way to the end... wow. Thanks for encouraging the obsession. Hee. Just when I get a favorite episode, SGA goes ahead and gives me another favorite episode. I love this show faster and more than I ever loved SG-1, which pains me just a bit because SG-1 has MacGyver. But then I remember that I don't love everyone on SG-1 and SGA is slightly darker story-wise than SG-1 and I'm suddenly okay with dissing MacGyver just a teeny bit. Weeee! Am going to rewatch again. Can't wait until next week's ep, but pretty sure it won't top this one.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:30 PM ... ||
Monday, December 06, 2004
I had an oopsie today.
This morning, we were sitting in the lab, chilling. 'We' meaning SchMike, Jer, J, and me. Jen and A, the snarky married work crush, joined us. I was wearing a shirt... well... just a tad more form-fitting than I usually wear. Also, it was a button-up shirt that doesn't have the two buttons on the top, so the first button is actually just about booby-level. So... we were talking... I was sitting sideways in my chair, leaning over the armrest... and we were talking... for maybe half an hour... and then everyone started dispersing except for J and me. And then I looked down and... umm... so the top button, which isn't even really the top button because it's already kinda low to begin with, was undone. Somehow, as I was fidgeting in my chair and leaning over the armrest, the top button had unbuttoned by itself (gah!) and there was definitely bra-peekage. And by 'peekage,' I mean 'hey, look at me! LOOK at me!' in big neon lights. I have absolutely no frickin' clue how long I had been sitting there like that. (*bangs head*) I'm hoping not too long because J would have let me know somehow, but damn... that's still really embarrassing. I can't decide if it's lucky or not that it was just a plain black bra. But in any case, if anyone asks, it was a TANK TOP, dammit. Yeah. That's it.
Blech to being forced to add half a Friday to my work schedule. That sucks all kinds of icky. Friday's for sleeping in and preparing for the weekend, dammit.
But yay! to new boyfriend ep tonight! Weeeeee! It's also the girlfriend-centered-ish ep, which I've been dying to see. Double weeeee! to me! *bounce*
|| posted by Pooh at 5:08 PM ... ||
Friday, December 03, 2004
Happy Birthday, PoohBro!
This pic never fails to crack me up. Also, there's the added bonus that he'll try to kick my ass if he ever finds out I put it up (and what more can a big sister relish than an opportunity to be able to bitchsmack him back for all those years of aggravation?)
I can't believe that pooperhead is 18. *feels sooooooooooo old*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:45 PM ... ||
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
We were allowed to leave early today, but were told not to expect the same thing tomorrow. Unless, of course, we finish our testing early, and J and I have pretty much perfected the art of cutting corners zipping through our tests. (Umm... don't use our device, cuz umm... nevermind.) In fact, we had to submit our invoices for December and estimate our hours for the entire month so we can get paid. Boss suggested that we add "extra hours, about 3-4 hours every test day" because our project is ramping up and they want us to do hardcore testing from now until the end of December when they want us to close everything out so they can boot us. Too bad we didn't get this new experimental protocol until Monday! Grrr. Bastards.
Am finally caught up on all my email! Yay! *kicks notifier for still not working* Hrmph!
M showed me this flash thing that makes absolutely no sense at all. What's "schfifty five" supposed to mean anyway? Pfffft. It's kinda ridiculous how amused he is with it. So amused, in fact, that he's started calling me 'Schwinnie' AND has gotten a bunch of other people to start, too. Bastard. I still think "Schmike" or "Schmikey" is funnier, but he begs to differ. Whatever. It was funny when I tried to "sch"-ify 'Mikey likes it' on the dry erase board in the lab and realized I had to stop without finishing it. Cuz, you know, can't very well write that word on a board at work. Speaking of Schmikey... is it possible to give a person a wedgie if their shirt is always tucked in, without lots of reaching and... stuff? Because I warned him already that he had one coming after that thing he did to me last month, and I'm being entirely (not quite) serious about it, and I'm running out of time. We are so 11. Barely.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:25 PM ... ||
Hotmail SUCKS!
WHY do I have 4 accounts??!!!
Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:32 AM ... ||
Am feeling all kinds of sick and nauseous this morning. Hmmm.
The following is as disjointed as I feel.
Have given up on trying to reinstall eprompter and forcing it to work again (now, anyway). So that means I'm finally going to sit my ass down and actually check my emails. 11 accounts. I was wrong. It's not 7. It's actually 11. Damn. This is going to take forever to go through the backlog. Grrr.
I know you're all getting sick and tired of the TP Saga, but I'm just really confused about all of it. Roomie came home just to shower before leaving again. This is his usual MO, which makes it hard to actually ask him about his quirks. But if the Roomie only uses my bathroom to shower and doesn't use the toilet because he has his own, exactly WHAT is he doing with all my toilet paper? Because I'm getting tired of seeing empty rolls all the time. You'd think he'd at least be courteous enough to replace it with another one of my stash, or knock and tell me instead of letting me find out at 3AM in the morning when I'm all bleary-eyed and just wanting to crawl into bed without worrying about stuff like that. Bleh.
Does anyone know anything about external harddrives? I'm thinking about getting one because I have way too much crap on Harold that I need to clear out before I can start on my new hobby. Well, maybe a new hobby. I was kinda excited a week ago, but as usual, the excitement is kind of waning. But still... I'm thinking an extra harddrive would be a good investment in any case.
Am expecting a long long looooong day at work today because "deadlines!" and "must start tests right away!" even though it usually takes an entire day to run tests and we don't get our equipment until this afternoon. *sigh* If you know you don't have anything planned for the night and don't expect to have any plans, is it better to know beforehand that you're going to have a late night, or is it better to just go through the day and in the midst of crazywork, realize that you may need to stay later than usual? I can't decide. On one hand, knowing beforehand depresses the hell out of me, and on the other... well, there is no other. Everything's so depressing.
Did I mention sick and nauseous and mood swinging?
Because I am. :( :) :'( :D
|| posted by Pooh at 11:28 AM ... ||
Have just finished watching boyfriend ep, Stargate Atlantis: 1.14 Sanctuary (aka, the inevitable alienwhore ep that I dreaded since the series started. alas, here it is). Grrr! Gahhh! Drool! Arrrr! Boo! Swoon!
Boyfriend can be such a horny whore bastard. And all alien women are skanks (see: Teyla and Chaya). [ETA: Whoa. This came out super long. Weeee! Great practice for when Alias comes back. Yay!]
~ "It's not like I'm holding back on you." Hee! Love McKay.
~ "Space lightning?" Heh.
~ "I've got nothing to conclude. I'm just talking for the sake of talking." And yes, McKay has perfected that, hasn't he. Hee!
~ McKay and Shep are finishing each other's sentences now. Yay for nonhayay lurve4eva! They are soooo soulmates, yo. lmfao
~ "Let's say we venture." And FINALLY, the boyfriend propositions Pooh. I mean, umm... yeah, HE DID. He so totally did. Y'all can go back to doing whatever you were doing because Pooh's gonna... venture... now.
~ I am liking Teyla today. She seems less skanky compared to all the skanky (other) alien women in this ep.
~ "Hi, Athar." LMFAO.
~ S: "Let's just try to stay on our best behavior."
M: "I'm always on my best behavior." Heh.
~ DEAR GOD. Could Shep have been MORE obvious with his "You hot. Me hot. Gimme TheSex" moo moo eyes?
~ Seducing Shep 101. First step: Offer him tea. Although, Teyla did this and she got absolutely nowhere. *covers ears lalalalala NOWHERE!* And LMFAO at Teyla's expression when Shep accepts the tea offer.
~ S: "Rodney, best behavior."
M: "This is as good as it gets, Major." Weeee! Boyfriend fight!
~ Cranky snarky mean McKay is the love, but let's be honest. He's only acting that way because he's jealous of the Skank getting all of Shep's attention.
~ "We have a lot to offer, too. That's what friends do. They share." I don't think I like what Shep's thinking about offering. Dammit, Shep! Think of the alien STDs! *kicks him*
~ Oh dear god. And boyfriend lies down with his hands behind his head and Pooh squees a little and licks her lips. And then there is an overhead shot and Pooh dies a little more. Lots of tiny little happy deaths. I find myself staring at his pants a lot lately. Why is this? I have no clue. Must not dwell. Well, not too much anyway.
~ Oh oh. Shep/McKay fight. And McKay stalks off, all upset and jealous and hurt. :( Pooh doesn't like when the boys aren't getting along. It's the Skank's fault!
~ "We are family." Dammit, Shep. That should be your mantra. Repeat it anytime you get lusty alienwhore thoughts!
~ W: "Of course he has."
S: "Of course I have." God. Weir laughs because she knows he's a whore. And then Shep laughs because he knows that everyone knows that he's a whore. Bastard. And then Teyla smiles because she had already tried to take advantage of his whoreness. And McKay is not amused because he's jealous. Die, Skank, Die! (Random: I fear for the placement of Shep's K-bar. Umm... not that I was looking anywhere in that general direction. 'Cuz I wasn't.)
~ Carson, Carson, Carson. Stop talking, please. She's totally manipulating you into telling her stuff.
~ Oh god, he didn't. Am upset about boyfriend offering Skank the arm. But damn, if he isn't so freaking adorable and cute and hot in this ep. Grrrr! BASTARD!
~ Awww, McKay is all suspicious and stuff.
~ Shep needs to STOP TALKING! Why does he keep telling her stuff. Dammit, Shep. You are a sucky ranking officer. Thank god for the tiny moment of skepticism from him and for when he gets worked up about what he cares about. You know, thinking with his brain instead of being all blindly lusty for the alienskank. And then that bitch touched him. Hands off!
~ And they're walking... And Shep's got a nice belt there... and umm... NO, STOP TALKING, SHEP! Personally, I think he should have taken out pen and paper and drawn her a map with Earth's coordinates... but then his hands are moving all over the place and I've suddenly become too distracted by wildly gesturing boyfriend to think of any more snark. Plus, Skank has stopped touching him so I can pretend his hands are moving back in forth and smacking the crap out of her. Well, if I squint just a little, I can see it.
~ I love Weir. Everyone should, too.
~ Nooooooooo! That's the Shep/Weir balcony! *throws AlienWhore off balcony* And for fuck's sake! STOP TALKING, SHEP!
~ "I prefer you call me 'John.'" Oh, no, he didn't! *twitches* Must take consolation that this came halfway through the ep instead of at the beginning when he was making moo moo eyes.
~ Like that he still remembers who's responsible for the Wraith booboo. Oops.
~ Hee! Okay. I totally hee'd when he mouthed "What is this?" to Grodin as he was showing the AlienSkank around... and telling her what everything does, but we already established that Shep can't keep a secret if his life depended on it. Especially when there are alien skanks around and he hasn't gotten any in a while.
~ Oh, look! They have nail polish on alien planets. Who woulda thunk? Okay, AlienSkank is an Ancient. She initialized that console on purpose. *nods* But that still doesn't mean Shep should be making moo moo eyes at her.
~ God. Shep needs to STOP staring at AlienSkank. Meanwhile, Weir should smack the back of Shep's head while she's standing there and has the opportunity to do so.
~ Am very amused at seeing Shep sitting at a table with all his women. But am even more squeey and laughing at the face Shep and Weir make at each other after his "Hinduism... Kwanzaa" line. Don't get me wrong, though. Am not fanwanking shippy there cuz even I'm not that delusional. It was just cute. Goddamn, he's just too freaking cute in this ep. WHY THIS EP! bastard.
~ Oh geez. Did Weir just offer complete access to their databases? People need to stop talking and stop offering the AlienSkank things. Please.
~ Ooh! Early warning system! Yeah, that's gonna be an important console. Hee to McKay immediately jumping to the suspicions. (So jealous.) Grodin is growing on me. Not that I hated him ever. He's just been... there. But he's really growing on me now. This is two eps in a row where he gets with the smirky: last week when Weir was ripping Shep a new hole, and now this week when it's so obvious McKay lurves Shep (in a nonhoyay way, of course, although to be honest, it's getting pretty hard NOT to slash them) and is upset Shep is spending way too much time with AlienSkank.
~ OHGOD. Please tell me that's not a picnic basket. A PICNIC BASKET!!!!! WTF. Shep knows where the best (ie most romantic) nighttime view is? Oh yeah, he's so sexing it up with every woman there. And yet, I can't be upset with him because the Teyla/Shep convo is 50 million kinds of funny what with all of Shep's CUTE facial expressions (*dies, for I am BoyfriendFaceWhore*) and Teyla's innuendoes and calling him on his total horny bullshit. "Heavy burden," indeed. Also, will not try to read more into Teyla's choice of words: "are allowed to have feelings for others ... without having to justify them to anyone." Am ignoring because that is not shippy. Nope. NOT ANVILLY or shippy. Because Shep doesn't like her like that. So there!
~ "This is an ambassadorial diplomatic picnic... outing... thing." Damn him for being so goddamn cute. I can't even get upset over the picnic thing, because he did this shrugging shoulder thing that made me wanna jump him. And can't get upset over the Skank picnic thing, because the look on his face made me wanna tackle him. (Well, can't get upset... not yet, anyway.)
~ "What? I'm not allowed to have intuition?" Awww, poor jealous McKay.
~ W: "I asked Major Sheppard to keep an eye on her."
M: "Which is like asking the fox to guard the hen house."
W: "What?"
And here be my shippy fanwank! Maybe Weir doesn't know that Shep is a horny bastard. And I'm saying she was totally surprised by McKay's description or that Shep would do something as stupid as sexing up an AlienSkank when he so lurves his Elizabeth. Cuz dammit, he called her 'Elizabeth' THREE times in the last episode. They are so doing it. And other than doing me or being celibate, she's the only other woman I'm allowing him to have any contact with. Dammit.
~ Shit. They're really having that picnic. I can't decide whether to laugh because it's soooo incredibly cheesey and lame, or to stare in horror because he's having a fucking picnic with an Alien SKANK!
~ Oh.
~ ...
~ Ohhh.
~ And all of a sudden, I'm very okay with this stupid picnic because Shep is sorta half leaning/lying down now and it's just so damn sexy and Pooh gets all sorts of squishy and melty inside and wants nothing better than to jump boyfriend and push him on his back and roll around with him on the balcony and *cough cough cough cough* ermmmm.... and goddamn the boyfriend for being so freaking hot in this episode and so freaking flirty and busting out all the facial expressions and the leaning and lying down and stuff and suddenly this picnic is the BEST. IDEA. EVER.
~ And then he references AlienSkank's "Dr. Weir" as "Elizabeth" (SQUEE! SHIP!) and my shippy fanwanking heart goes all fluttery and doesn't mind that AlienSkank is totally trying to eyefuck the boyfriend to orgasm (even though, ewww). And then he's all squeey with the smiling and stuff. *ignores the AlienSkank sitting across from him*
~ Heee. Embarrassed Shep is just so... ROWR. And I can't stop giggling, even though I know what's coming now. Because this is the Captain ShepKirk episode.
S: "This is the first time I've been in a romantic situation with a woman from another planet and it just strikes me as really..."
AlienSkankyWhore: "Wrong?"
YES! WRONG! Thank you! I take no consolation in the fact that Shep's statement is evidence that nothing has ever happened between him and Teyla. Thank freaking god. Phew.
~ ASW: "You said it yourself - we're both human."
S: "Yes, we are. And I'm really glad you didn't say 'family' otherwise I'd have to leave."
Oh, come on, Shep. Let's just pretend she did and you leave anyway. And small favors that while he's not against coupling with aliens, he at least has something against incest. Sigh.
~ FUCK YOU, BOYFRIEND! FUCK YOU! He... he... he... he did the face hold! He kissed her with the face holding and... *sobs* Must not think about it. Must not think about face holding. Must not think about the kissing. Must not think about the AlienSkankWhore transmitting her AlienSTDs through oral contact. lalalalalala. Will laugh instead at Shep still wearing the radio in his ear. Hmm. Wonder if it's on and everyone can hear them. Yes, will think ridiculous silly thoughts to keep self amused while Shep gets his whoring over with. lalallalala.
~ And Shep comes through the door. Alone. And he didn't have the sex because he's pure and celibate and clean and... stuff. lalalalala. *covers ears* LALALALALALA. Would also like to point out that Shep has kept his jacket on the entire episode which really doesn't mean diddlysquat, but had to point it out as everyone else is in t-shirts and Shep is very much layered and clothed and... if he did happen to have done sex, he wouldn't still be wearing the jacket and all that clothing, right? Anyway, he needs to zip up his jacket a little bit more because there's still skin showing. Skin! BAD! Especially in this ep.
~ And ooooooh. McKay/Shep fight! Awwww, they so lurve each other and need to make up.
~ "Word of caution - the whole Captain Kirk routine is problematic, to say the least, let alone morally dubious." Yup. McKay is hurting and it's all the AlienSkank's fault. Bitch. And of course, she overhears them and throws McKay a stinkeye because she knows he's right and then she swishes her alien ass away. Little comfort to know that ShepKirk doesn't follow after her. Phew.
~ And ewwww. Bitch needs to stop touching the boyfriend. But hee to Weir and Teyla acting as one against her. Am liking Teyla in this ep. Have I mentioned that? I think now is a good time to do so.
~ BWAHAHAHAHAAHA. Shep did it with an Ancient! I mean, no, he didn't, because there was NO doing whatsoever. NONE. *nods firmly*
~ "Oh my god, he is Kirk." LMFAO. My questions, however, are 1) was she hot for John because he's, you know, fucking hot, 2) can only (NOT) do it with someone who has the gene, and 3) if so, why not McKay (some women find his attitude quite charming, dammit). lol And SQUICK at that "I came for you" line. Blech. If this is how it's going to be, I wanna kill all shipping on this show from now on. Was Shep a little bit clueless? *holds onto some tiny bit of hope*
~ The simultaneous "NO!" from Weir, Teyla, and McKay. Oh god. That made me laugh so hard, I think I hurt myself.
~ FANWANK! FANWANK! Right before Shep gets up to go after ASW, he looks at McKay (cuz, you know) but then makes really really long lingering eye contact with Weir Elizabeth. Cuz LOVE! And then Weir does the angsty shippy eye closing expression (*covers ears lalalala*).
~ Crap. Boyfriend makes catching swoony women sexy, too. Why is he such a bastard. (AND I totally didn't stare at any pants when he was coming down the stairs.... shit, am scaring myself with this non-pants fascination all of a sudden.) Damn, even the arm grabbing made me squish inside.
~ LMFAO. Shep totally did it with a whooshy thing! Except not, because there was no doing of any kind. Because I say so.
~ The special effects in this ep is kinda questionable. Maybe they spent all their fx money on the Risings I/II and Storm/Eye episodes. But I'm fanwanking Weir's body language after she watches Shep go through the Gate, because that's no special effects, yo. lalala
~ How come the Darts aren't shooting at Shep? Pfffft. Am very happy to hear a bit of the pissy in Shep's voice when he confronts ASW on her planet again. Always like hearing that instead of seeing the moo moo eyes. But oooh, pretty dress. OHGOD. THE ANVILS! THE FUCKING ANVILS! And NO, you canNOT visit her anymore, Shep. That's a big fat N-O. Negative. Absolutely not. Nyet! (Hee to his tiny snark. Hello, boyfriend snark, how I've missed you. And thank goodness he recognizes that she's another species now and that they are, in fact, different.) And please, Weir would never have let him go back to the planet and fight the Wraith by himself, which means his going off by himself is stupid plot device to get him and the ASW alone so they can do their Vulcan Mind Meld/Cocoon swirlyswooshysex thingy. Pffffft. But you know, seeing how this melding thing doesn't actually use his proper, erm, equipment, it doesn't count. Nope. Not at all.
Hmmm. That was a lot longer than I intended for it to be. But you know, whoring boyfriend tends to do that to a fangirl. Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:16 AM ... ||