Currently: v. v. tired
Usually, I reserve my road rage and vivid vituperation for the great state of New York, the land where they close bridges and major throughways with little notice and seemingly gay abandon. Oh, and they close roads for accidents. Also? For no good reason.
However, major style points have been awarded today to the great barren wasteland of northern Maryland. Usually this stretch is terribly boring and my least favorite segment of the DC-NY commute, the overall horribleness of which I seek to circumvent by driving through the night. The scenery is non-existent, radio and cell reception drop to historic lows, and the driver is always tired and cranky by this point in the drive, whichever the direction of travel. Keeping in mind all of that, whittling I-95 down to one lane of traffic so that 4 miles takes roughly 2 hours is just adding insult to injury! Three hours to get out of Maryland in the middle of the night! While I understand in theory why all roads between DC and NY simply had to be finishing up construction before the 4th of July snarl I think I'm justifiably grumpy that I seem to have caught all of the pre-holiday traffic bounty. Anyway, the point is that I hate you too, Maryland!!!
GAH! ERG! And many other expletives shouted at the inside of my car!
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
He said, she said
Current mood: fond reminiscence
"You don't say 'I love you' very often," he said, with an observant and slightly (just a touch! the merest smidge! a veritable hair!) petulant air. "In fact, I say it far more often than you do!"
She drew up short and replied, considering, "I guess you're right. I wonder how that happened?" She puzzled over this for a moment and then shrugged, "Oh well, I said it first."
And that was the end of that.
"You don't say 'I love you' very often," he said, with an observant and slightly (just a touch! the merest smidge! a veritable hair!) petulant air. "In fact, I say it far more often than you do!"
She drew up short and replied, considering, "I guess you're right. I wonder how that happened?" She puzzled over this for a moment and then shrugged, "Oh well, I said it first."
And that was the end of that.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Looking on the bright side
Currently: Gritting my teeth, but smiling away!
It was kind of fun leaving the message on my boss's phone, "I'm sorry, but I'll have to miss our meeting today, due to a slight case of car theft in my household."
It was entertaining to draw hoots and hollers as we practiced our dance steps in the relative rainy shelter at the bus stop. Because what else are you supposed to do to keep your spirits up when you're waiting for the police at 2 AM in Dupont???
In retrospect, it was mildly entertaining when the exasperated police thought that we were typical drunken revelers who had simply lost our car through inebriated carelessness. It was nice when they came back, about 100 degrees warmer and far more sympathetic, to agree that yes, strangely enough, someone had been desperate enough to take a 15-year old Ford.
And finally, it is oddly comforting to have it confirmed that City government is deeply (stupid) uncommunicative and completely unwilling or unable to help those seeking information or aid. Bash away with nary any guilt! It's all true!!!
It was kind of fun leaving the message on my boss's phone, "I'm sorry, but I'll have to miss our meeting today, due to a slight case of car theft in my household."
It was entertaining to draw hoots and hollers as we practiced our dance steps in the relative rainy shelter at the bus stop. Because what else are you supposed to do to keep your spirits up when you're waiting for the police at 2 AM in Dupont???
In retrospect, it was mildly entertaining when the exasperated police thought that we were typical drunken revelers who had simply lost our car through inebriated carelessness. It was nice when they came back, about 100 degrees warmer and far more sympathetic, to agree that yes, strangely enough, someone had been desperate enough to take a 15-year old Ford.
And finally, it is oddly comforting to have it confirmed that City government is deeply (stupid) uncommunicative and completely unwilling or unable to help those seeking information or aid. Bash away with nary any guilt! It's all true!!!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Searing Memories
So, what makes for a memorable night out?
A veritable deluge of rain pouring down from the heavens?
Crazed city traffic, in which you inch your way through traffic circles as you envy the walkers (though they may be soaked and miserable) for blowing right by?
$200 of wine, marscapone cheese, dates, various sea salts, a giant Mediterranean sea bass, gorgeously fluffy-and-yet-hearty fresh pastas, bright, summery desserts, and the most amazing olives, ever?
Cozy chitchat in the candle (among other types of) light?
Well, yes, all of these things are well and good or indeed, memory-making, but none of them can compare to walking back to the car (in the rain, no less) after dinner to find out that it has been stolen.
A veritable deluge of rain pouring down from the heavens?
Crazed city traffic, in which you inch your way through traffic circles as you envy the walkers (though they may be soaked and miserable) for blowing right by?
$200 of wine, marscapone cheese, dates, various sea salts, a giant Mediterranean sea bass, gorgeously fluffy-and-yet-hearty fresh pastas, bright, summery desserts, and the most amazing olives, ever?
Cozy chitchat in the candle (among other types of) light?
Well, yes, all of these things are well and good or indeed, memory-making, but none of them can compare to walking back to the car (in the rain, no less) after dinner to find out that it has been stolen.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Home on the Prairie
While it was nice that they used so many players from the actual cast of A Prairie Home Companion in the movie, it was sort of disconcerting to see them (those folk both aptly and not-so-aptly named as "faces for radio") up against faces and bodies such as Meryl Streep, Linsay Lohan, Kevin Kline, and Virginia Madsen. It may have lent a more realistic and Midwestern flavor to the set (as if being bashed over the head by MS's "dontcha know" accent wasn't more than enough). The movie gently unfolded, with the threads of the story sort of left unpulled together at the end - the story itself was almost vignettes of vignettes, captured by fantastic ensemble work on the part of the impressive cast.
Watching the noisemaking guy's face as he worked (deadpan, the whole time) was hilarious. The "Bad Jokes" song almost killed me and got my seatmate's arm bashed all black and blue when he enjoyed some of the jokes a little too much...
Watching the noisemaking guy's face as he worked (deadpan, the whole time) was hilarious. The "Bad Jokes" song almost killed me and got my seatmate's arm bashed all black and blue when he enjoyed some of the jokes a little too much...
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Dance, River, Dance!
Current mood: I'm wet, I'm wet!
It's as if the gods themselves frowned down upon that last performance of Riverdance. While I was driving into the park, I was coming from a relatively overcast, but not really storm-threatened area and heading into a gigantic and looming, dark thundercloud, complete with occasional lightning bolts. The flood held off until the actual start of the performance, at which there was a great thunderclap, and the skies opened up to pelt the unfortunate folk seated on the lawn, who then rushed the house and begged en masse for admittance. The funny thing was that several of the numbers onstage incorporated fake thunder and lightning, which was completely overshadowed by the real thing in the background.
While I still think the show in mildly entertaining, I have to say that I agree with Chandler (Friends) that the unnatural disconnect between movement above and below the waistline of the Irish step dancers is kind of scary.
It's as if the gods themselves frowned down upon that last performance of Riverdance. While I was driving into the park, I was coming from a relatively overcast, but not really storm-threatened area and heading into a gigantic and looming, dark thundercloud, complete with occasional lightning bolts. The flood held off until the actual start of the performance, at which there was a great thunderclap, and the skies opened up to pelt the unfortunate folk seated on the lawn, who then rushed the house and begged en masse for admittance. The funny thing was that several of the numbers onstage incorporated fake thunder and lightning, which was completely overshadowed by the real thing in the background.
While I still think the show in mildly entertaining, I have to say that I agree with Chandler (Friends) that the unnatural disconnect between movement above and below the waistline of the Irish step dancers is kind of scary.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Help, help, I'm being oppressed!
Currently: Still giggling. Look on the bright side of life!
That was the only line from the movie that I actually missed. I also missed the witch/duck scene, the castle of Zoot, and the questioner at the bridge, but they were more than made up by:
- Lancelot is Y-M-C-Gay! Flaming, in fact! And marries the singing prince in the Camelot Chapel O' LUV.
- But we haven't any Jews (la la la)...except, of course, for Patsy. Sir Robin just stole the show.
- Dennis Galahad.
- The first of the Diva scenes - Gweniviere. Duh. She was kind of overwrought and annoying, much like an actual diva (more's the point, I suppose), but had the tres awesome reversible blue/wedding dress.
- The Laker girls. Heh. I'm not even a guy, and I can appreciate the um, assets they brought to the show.
- The macarena-ing, taunting mime especially, of the French townsfolk.
- Find your grail....in D101. Audience participation!
So the "You've been in a Broadway show...this whole time!" was terribly drawn out and silly-meta, but other than that, I'd have to say, Camelot, baby, Camelot!!! Almost all off the classic dialogue rendered intact and delightfully brought to life (including a brilliantly dismembered Black Knight and vicious killer of a bunny rabbit)...Spamalot was way better than I though it would be. Thoroughly enjoyable!!!
That was the only line from the movie that I actually missed. I also missed the witch/duck scene, the castle of Zoot, and the questioner at the bridge, but they were more than made up by:
- Lancelot is Y-M-C-Gay! Flaming, in fact! And marries the singing prince in the Camelot Chapel O' LUV.
- But we haven't any Jews (la la la)...except, of course, for Patsy. Sir Robin just stole the show.
- Dennis Galahad.
- The first of the Diva scenes - Gweniviere. Duh. She was kind of overwrought and annoying, much like an actual diva (more's the point, I suppose), but had the tres awesome reversible blue/wedding dress.
- The Laker girls. Heh. I'm not even a guy, and I can appreciate the um, assets they brought to the show.
- The macarena-ing, taunting mime especially, of the French townsfolk.
- Find your grail....in D101. Audience participation!
So the "You've been in a Broadway show...this whole time!" was terribly drawn out and silly-meta, but other than that, I'd have to say, Camelot, baby, Camelot!!! Almost all off the classic dialogue rendered intact and delightfully brought to life (including a brilliantly dismembered Black Knight and vicious killer of a bunny rabbit)...Spamalot was way better than I though it would be. Thoroughly enjoyable!!!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Sugar Rush
Current mood: seriously, they're falling from the sky
Baby showers at the workplace - I can't really think of an event more saccharine or obligation-inducing. It's not that I don't like this mother-in-waiting; in fact, I think she's a doll and am happy to contribute to her stockpile of baby gear. However, I resent the low-level harassment of an office-by-office solicitation for funds and party supplies. (Of course I will contribute to the present pool! Sure, I'll bake a cake for the dessert table! Yes, I can give up some of my billable time to help set up!) What are you supposed to say to that? I was was brought up to play nicely with others, pretty much at all costs. At least to a group solicitation or mass email invite you can gently decline or "forget" to answer. But when the party planners come by your office to "remind" you to contribute, I'm really, really hard put to say no. And not necessarily because I would want to say no, but because I at least want the option to do so without appearing to be a mega bee-yotch. (Though, perhaps I'm just grumpy because quite a few members of my workplace are getting set to spawn, so this is not the last such event in the near future and events without even the hope of reciprocal presentage in the forseeable future brings to the surface my not-so-inner Scrooge.)
Bring on the pink.
(However, I do have to say that I enjoyed this shower, mostly because there were lemon bars and fudgy eclair cake and it was really, really short, but also because I won one of the party games [because who else knows what a baby swan is called!] and therefore I am the proud new owner of a most awesome, rainbow-colored slinky. Yay, slinky - best desk toy ever!)
Baby showers at the workplace - I can't really think of an event more saccharine or obligation-inducing. It's not that I don't like this mother-in-waiting; in fact, I think she's a doll and am happy to contribute to her stockpile of baby gear. However, I resent the low-level harassment of an office-by-office solicitation for funds and party supplies. (Of course I will contribute to the present pool! Sure, I'll bake a cake for the dessert table! Yes, I can give up some of my billable time to help set up!) What are you supposed to say to that? I was was brought up to play nicely with others, pretty much at all costs. At least to a group solicitation or mass email invite you can gently decline or "forget" to answer. But when the party planners come by your office to "remind" you to contribute, I'm really, really hard put to say no. And not necessarily because I would want to say no, but because I at least want the option to do so without appearing to be a mega bee-yotch. (Though, perhaps I'm just grumpy because quite a few members of my workplace are getting set to spawn, so this is not the last such event in the near future and events without even the hope of reciprocal presentage in the forseeable future brings to the surface my not-so-inner Scrooge.)
Bring on the pink.
(However, I do have to say that I enjoyed this shower, mostly because there were lemon bars and fudgy eclair cake and it was really, really short, but also because I won one of the party games [because who else knows what a baby swan is called!] and therefore I am the proud new owner of a most awesome, rainbow-colored slinky. Yay, slinky - best desk toy ever!)
Monday, June 19, 2006
Not for me
- Don't particularly care for Latin music (except for pre-Amercian studios Shakira).
- Can't stand most R&B music.
- Knowledge of Spanish limited to select food and TV-taught terms.
Thus: the (rather small) legion of fans (the size of which can likely be largely attributed to the conflict with Father's Day and a number of sporting events, since there is a burgeoning Hispanic population in the DC area) at the Sin Bandera concert (self-styled as Latin R&B, and conducted entirely in Spanish) last night are really not my people.
- Can't stand most R&B music.
- Knowledge of Spanish limited to select food and TV-taught terms.
Thus: the (rather small) legion of fans (the size of which can likely be largely attributed to the conflict with Father's Day and a number of sporting events, since there is a burgeoning Hispanic population in the DC area) at the Sin Bandera concert (self-styled as Latin R&B, and conducted entirely in Spanish) last night are really not my people.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
deadly
Current mood: I feel sick
Really. Low. Impulse. Control.
Yep, that's me. I am an advertiser's (wet) dream - the commercial really will make me run out and buy it, regardless of the fact that I don't actually like cheeseburgers and am not at all hungry. The difference between wanting something in general and wanting it right now; sometimes very difficult for me to distinguish.
However, one area of my life that this trait does not particularly affect is classic binge eating. Don't get me wrong, I love food and can consume great and astounding quantities of yummy things, but variety is the spice of life. Maybe I won't eat just 1 Cheeto, but 10 Cheetos are pretty much the same as the whole bag - you don't need to finish it just to get an orangey coating for finger-licking goodness.
Except:
I have a horrible addiction to fudge-striped shortbread cookies. Damn you, tiny Keeblers! Those things are inhalable, and the bag just seems to...disappear when break down and buy them. I emerge from a druglike haze with fudge on my fingertips, crumbs on the table, a vague, sick-feeling starting in my belly, and a big grin on my face.
I blame it all on Buffy and her obsession with good behavior = cookies.
Really. Low. Impulse. Control.
Yep, that's me. I am an advertiser's (wet) dream - the commercial really will make me run out and buy it, regardless of the fact that I don't actually like cheeseburgers and am not at all hungry. The difference between wanting something in general and wanting it right now; sometimes very difficult for me to distinguish.
However, one area of my life that this trait does not particularly affect is classic binge eating. Don't get me wrong, I love food and can consume great and astounding quantities of yummy things, but variety is the spice of life. Maybe I won't eat just 1 Cheeto, but 10 Cheetos are pretty much the same as the whole bag - you don't need to finish it just to get an orangey coating for finger-licking goodness.
Except:
I have a horrible addiction to fudge-striped shortbread cookies. Damn you, tiny Keeblers! Those things are inhalable, and the bag just seems to...disappear when break down and buy them. I emerge from a druglike haze with fudge on my fingertips, crumbs on the table, a vague, sick-feeling starting in my belly, and a big grin on my face.
I blame it all on Buffy and her obsession with good behavior = cookies.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Anger management
Currently: sorely puzzled
No, really, that's all. I wonder if I have anger management issues, since I seem to be a bit beyond cranky quite often these days. Maybe I'm simply not expending enough energy at the gym. Perhaps I should take up racket sports again, so I can hit something productively. Now that it's warm out I have to be more careful about the mean things I shout at people (idiots) in my car because usually, my windows are down. Maybe, instead of pondering introspection (navels are really boring), I can just rent the movie...
No, really, that's all. I wonder if I have anger management issues, since I seem to be a bit beyond cranky quite often these days. Maybe I'm simply not expending enough energy at the gym. Perhaps I should take up racket sports again, so I can hit something productively. Now that it's warm out I have to be more careful about the mean things I shout at people (idiots) in my car because usually, my windows are down. Maybe, instead of pondering introspection (navels are really boring), I can just rent the movie...
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Always thwarted
Currently: Beyond fuming
The insurance company is supposed to f*ck with you; that's its job. You pretend to be low risk, the underwriter pretends to be convinced, and the claims person pretends to be sympathetic. It's all a big game of three-way chicken, trying to see who will blink (i.e., give up trying to convince the others) first, and the company lives to insure another day. That is to say, you expect the runaround from the insurance folks. You can expect to be denied insurability, or thwarted in collecting claim after reasonable (in your mind, anyway), claim. As long as you expect them to be a**hats, everyone can manage to rise to expectation.
People at the gym are annoying. They are helping to create the general stinky miasma, they steal your machine when it's busy, and they leave sweat everywhere for others to touch (ew), clean up, or fall on. But it's okay, because that's what you sign up for when you join the worlds largest! co-ed! gym!
Copiers, work computers, and other workplace machinery (evil staplers!), exist almost purely to break down at inopportune moments. The Force of Murphy's Law is strong in the world of Xerox. But anyone who has experience of begging, crying, and/or hurling invectives (i.e., anyone who has worked in an office for more than a month) in cubicleland knows that these tactics do little to move the petty stone office gods.
And, classically, girls confessing anger and frustration to their menfolk (unless the boys are very well trained) do not get the simple, "That sucks!," or "Let me at 'em!" support that we need. Instead, we are subjected to "reason," and "helpful suggestions," or, better yet, "Well, this is what you did wrong...," when all we wanted was an unreasoning and unwavering, "That shouldn't have happened to you!" We continue to hope for change, and yet do not expect it...
BUT.
One really does not expect, when confessing anger and frustration, on getting, "Well, you have no right to want that and are, in fact, an unreasonable brat."
SHUT. UP.
(even if it's true I really can't hear that right now because I am scared and angry why can't you see that)
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Heh, I just realized that this could also apply to most conversations with my parents. My bad, generalization period over.
The insurance company is supposed to f*ck with you; that's its job. You pretend to be low risk, the underwriter pretends to be convinced, and the claims person pretends to be sympathetic. It's all a big game of three-way chicken, trying to see who will blink (i.e., give up trying to convince the others) first, and the company lives to insure another day. That is to say, you expect the runaround from the insurance folks. You can expect to be denied insurability, or thwarted in collecting claim after reasonable (in your mind, anyway), claim. As long as you expect them to be a**hats, everyone can manage to rise to expectation.
People at the gym are annoying. They are helping to create the general stinky miasma, they steal your machine when it's busy, and they leave sweat everywhere for others to touch (ew), clean up, or fall on. But it's okay, because that's what you sign up for when you join the worlds largest! co-ed! gym!
Copiers, work computers, and other workplace machinery (evil staplers!), exist almost purely to break down at inopportune moments. The Force of Murphy's Law is strong in the world of Xerox. But anyone who has experience of begging, crying, and/or hurling invectives (i.e., anyone who has worked in an office for more than a month) in cubicleland knows that these tactics do little to move the petty stone office gods.
And, classically, girls confessing anger and frustration to their menfolk (unless the boys are very well trained) do not get the simple, "That sucks!," or "Let me at 'em!" support that we need. Instead, we are subjected to "reason," and "helpful suggestions," or, better yet, "Well, this is what you did wrong...," when all we wanted was an unreasoning and unwavering, "That shouldn't have happened to you!" We continue to hope for change, and yet do not expect it...
BUT.
One really does not expect, when confessing anger and frustration, on getting, "Well, you have no right to want that and are, in fact, an unreasonable brat."
SHUT. UP.
(even if it's true I really can't hear that right now because I am scared and angry why can't you see that)
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Heh, I just realized that this could also apply to most conversations with my parents. My bad, generalization period over.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Wunderfalls
Current mood: shock and awe
There's a crick in my neck as I strain to catch a glimpse of the climbers who dare (exult!) to scale the granite crags...
There's a bound in my step as I powerhike my way through the six recommended wonders doable in the eight short hours I have till my redeye...
There are bruises on my knees from falling repeatedly bec
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t's one of those, all too few, unbearable lightness of being-, of being whole-, of being wholly awed by the insignificance of self-, days. Words like grandeur, majesty, sheer cliffs, and glory (as in, is a choir of angels actually singing behind me? 'Cause I can almost hear them!), can all be felt to the marrow when you're actually standing in a surreal panorama.
Oh, and I saw a coyote. A big one! (No picture, since I wasn't expecting to see a coyote trotting boldly alongside my car, begging for food.)
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Jewelicious
Currently: Aurally satisfied, at least
So, Jewel. Actually quite a performer, I am pleased to report. Girl hasn't quite outgrown an early coffeehouse vibe, notwithstanding that her coffeehouse has neither coffee nor is a house and features a breathless cast of thousands upon thousands of fans. The self-styled "little blonde jukebox" played a long, acoustic, call-out set (no, I will not play Foolish Games yet, because it's my most popularly requested song, so that's what I end my long solo sets with, so stop yelling for it, silly people, I'm not deaf, and who decided that I would take requests anyway?) in between shorter sets with her band of merry men. I don't usually stay for the whole performance, but the time passed faster and far more pleasantly than I'd anticipated. She didn't play a whole lot of the more produced numbers, which saddened me because I really like them, but the song choices were an understandable compromise. Her entrance number, an a capella, sudden-piercing-from-the-dark rendition of Somewhere over the Rainbow was beautiful and slightly melancholy. Lovely.
Also, newcomer-to-me Toby Lightman has a set of PIPES! She's a (seriously birdlike) mini-Jewel with longer, curlier hair and a decidedly folksier, huskier, and less poetically pretty sound. Just enough of a rock edge to get the people moving - really enjoyed her performance.
It's my third season volunteering at Wolf Trap, so now I can officially say that I've wandered the grounds dozens of times, always wishing that I had someone with me to enjoy the park's magic. Sigh.
So, Jewel. Actually quite a performer, I am pleased to report. Girl hasn't quite outgrown an early coffeehouse vibe, notwithstanding that her coffeehouse has neither coffee nor is a house and features a breathless cast of thousands upon thousands of fans. The self-styled "little blonde jukebox" played a long, acoustic, call-out set (no, I will not play Foolish Games yet, because it's my most popularly requested song, so that's what I end my long solo sets with, so stop yelling for it, silly people, I'm not deaf, and who decided that I would take requests anyway?) in between shorter sets with her band of merry men. I don't usually stay for the whole performance, but the time passed faster and far more pleasantly than I'd anticipated. She didn't play a whole lot of the more produced numbers, which saddened me because I really like them, but the song choices were an understandable compromise. Her entrance number, an a capella, sudden-piercing-from-the-dark rendition of Somewhere over the Rainbow was beautiful and slightly melancholy. Lovely.
Also, newcomer-to-me Toby Lightman has a set of PIPES! She's a (seriously birdlike) mini-Jewel with longer, curlier hair and a decidedly folksier, huskier, and less poetically pretty sound. Just enough of a rock edge to get the people moving - really enjoyed her performance.
It's my third season volunteering at Wolf Trap, so now I can officially say that I've wandered the grounds dozens of times, always wishing that I had someone with me to enjoy the park's magic. Sigh.
Friday, June 9, 2006
An Inconvenient Truth
Truth Current mood: Activisty
If you like lectures, go, go, go! Even if you don't particularly care to be lectured at and tire of the world's obsession with PowerPoint, go see this movie. Al Gore - he isn't just boring! In fact, he's also sad, earnest, desperate to be heard, and utterly compelling. This was the best lecture I've ever attended, so take it from someone who actually likes the things!
(Though some of the more amusing moments of the experience come during the trailers for the other "America is BAD!" movies coming not very soon to a theater probably far from you.)
If you like lectures, go, go, go! Even if you don't particularly care to be lectured at and tire of the world's obsession with PowerPoint, go see this movie. Al Gore - he isn't just boring! In fact, he's also sad, earnest, desperate to be heard, and utterly compelling. This was the best lecture I've ever attended, so take it from someone who actually likes the things!
(Though some of the more amusing moments of the experience come during the trailers for the other "America is BAD!" movies coming not very soon to a theater probably far from you.)
Thursday, June 8, 2006
QA assumes that...
Current mood: An Office Space day
the work has already been done, right? Right? Not "haha, I didn't actually do this assignment, so I'll just give it to you to 'QA,' which actually means you'll do it for me, all the while tearing out your hair wondering why there are so many 'mistakes,' and if this is actually a test, etc."
Dear coworkers, if you want me to do the work for you, I'd really rather just be told. That way I don't think I'm going out of my mind, worrying about version control and if you've completely forgotten how to, I don't know, read or write.Wednesday, June 7, 2006
VOK 4-EVA
Current mood: Ahhhhhhhhhh
For me, the hottest thing on TV by far is not someone's boobs, eyes, butt, or broad, broad shoulders, but OMG, do I loves me some voice of Kiefer (VOK). I may have to purchase several seasons of 24 just so I can have that velvet sandpaper (no less than 550 grit, for sure) available at the touch of a button. You can practically feel that raspy, oh-what-a-man! voice against your skin... (shiver, quiver, etc.). You know that stupid line about being willing to listen to someone read the phonebook/dictionary/recipe book (hey, I'd listen to that anyway)? Oh yeah, baby, just as long as I get my fix of VOK!
So I was listening to an old Faith Hill song on the radio and I thought that "sure, I'd like a white knight, with a soft touch, a fast horse, and the VOK." Now that would be perpetual bliss!
For me, the hottest thing on TV by far is not someone's boobs, eyes, butt, or broad, broad shoulders, but OMG, do I loves me some voice of Kiefer (VOK). I may have to purchase several seasons of 24 just so I can have that velvet sandpaper (no less than 550 grit, for sure) available at the touch of a button. You can practically feel that raspy, oh-what-a-man! voice against your skin... (shiver, quiver, etc.). You know that stupid line about being willing to listen to someone read the phonebook/dictionary/recipe book (hey, I'd listen to that anyway)? Oh yeah, baby, just as long as I get my fix of VOK!
So I was listening to an old Faith Hill song on the radio and I thought that "sure, I'd like a white knight, with a soft touch, a fast horse, and the VOK." Now that would be perpetual bliss!
Tuesday, June 6, 2006
Peep fight!
Current mood: Mwahahahahahahaha.....
So I was one of the few, the proud, and the easily distracted left at work late last night, and I was bored...and hungry. I prowled the kitchens, looking for goodies, and came upon these:
Woohoo! Boredom (but not hunger, nooooo) solved! I've always wanted to make peeps fight in the microwave ever since reading about it here:
http://www.punkasspunk.com/peeps/fight/index.html.
So I popped two on a plate, stuck coffee stirrers in them for "swords," and let them go at it in the microwave. And then they fight! They both swelled alarmingly almost immediately and wobbled a bit back and forth; they even managed to cross "swords" a couple of times. Things really became exciting when "steam" started to puff out of the ends of the coffee stirrers as they started to die! Except ... sniff ... the "steam" was actually smoke!
Ahh! Run away! No, go back, douse the peeps, close the door to the kitchen, and then run away! I slunk out of the building rather quickly, not wanting to be caught setting off the fire alarm...
Hee. Purple peep fight!
So I was one of the few, the proud, and the easily distracted left at work late last night, and I was bored...and hungry. I prowled the kitchens, looking for goodies, and came upon these:
Woohoo! Boredom (but not hunger, nooooo) solved! I've always wanted to make peeps fight in the microwave ever since reading about it here:
http://www.punkasspunk.com/peeps/fight/index.html.
So I popped two on a plate, stuck coffee stirrers in them for "swords," and let them go at it in the microwave. And then they fight! They both swelled alarmingly almost immediately and wobbled a bit back and forth; they even managed to cross "swords" a couple of times. Things really became exciting when "steam" started to puff out of the ends of the coffee stirrers as they started to die! Except ... sniff ... the "steam" was actually smoke!
Ahh! Run away! No, go back, douse the peeps, close the door to the kitchen, and then run away! I slunk out of the building rather quickly, not wanting to be caught setting off the fire alarm...
Hee. Purple peep fight!
Monday, June 5, 2006
Stupid Methheads
Current mood: exasperated
It's their fault that my sudafed is so expensive now.
It's their fault that it's locked up in the pharmacy, so I have to wait in extra lines to get meds.
It's their fault that, while trying to purchase stuff to unstuff my nose, the register goes berserk, thinking I'm actually trying to buy crystal meth at the grocery store, and summons all the managers. They try to explain to me why buying up to the stated store limit (a big sign told me so!) is allowed only after they make you feel like a criminal for wanting to breathe.
Argh.
It's their fault that my sudafed is so expensive now.
It's their fault that it's locked up in the pharmacy, so I have to wait in extra lines to get meds.
It's their fault that, while trying to purchase stuff to unstuff my nose, the register goes berserk, thinking I'm actually trying to buy crystal meth at the grocery store, and summons all the managers. They try to explain to me why buying up to the stated store limit (a big sign told me so!) is allowed only after they make you feel like a criminal for wanting to breathe.
Argh.
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