Today has been a mixed day. At best. Lots o fun at IKEA doing some shopping, which just adds to the shopping spree that began with teh 20GB iPod and just doesn't seem ready to end.
OK, with the exception of the iPod, everything else has been stress related spending. Since I'm no longer able to eat Ben and Jerry's Peanut butter cup to try and work out a depressive mood, instead I think I've begun using my credit card. This can end in tragedy.
Last night was much fun, Steve and AUSTIN came over, and really if you want to feel good spend a couple hours in the presence of a flamingly gay (white) man with a big black woman persona inside him. Haven't seen Austin in ages, and really felt good to hang out with him. Erica and then this guy I went to hs with, Aaron, showed up and it was all pizza and ice cream to celebrate Steve's 25th birthday.
I've been having fun lately, really I have been. I have so much awesome stuff in my life...I've got a roommate who is just plain awesome, great friends, an adorable kitten, a good job, and if some of my co-workers need to go away, well that's just the norm for any job. I am taking huge steps to take better care of myself, with results that are clear and obvious. I am truly a lucky lucky person.
So how come I feel like crap?
There is another sitch going on, that really I've removed myself from but it still stings. I'm trying to move the hell beyond it, but how much can I really do about it? How come that being the sane, rational reasonable person only ever gets me a shot in the gut? Isn't being logical about dealing with life supposed to help ensure that you stay on an even keel, or at least average being on an even keel?
And then...
Next weekend I'm going to a Ren Faire with K and her Person Of Interest. Who is also a good friend of mine.
Great, me and a couple. that's just fabulous and will no doubt be great for my general outlook on life. Of course Steve and Austin might come, which'd be great...
So then it's me, a couple, and two gay men. Because really, gay men is who I attract.
Wait, here that sound? Yeah, that's my self-worth whooshing away. Look, I get that no one can be happy all the time, and I get that I need to be patient, and that yes I'm going to get burned on various things, because really this is life and if you're not getting hurt or feeling like crap from time to time you're doing something very very wrong. But really? When your 14-year old student asks why you're not married yet, and all you can think is "well it's because I haven't been on a date in about 2 years, cause obviously I'm not that valued" it tends to put a crimp in your new found optimism.
Being optimistic is HARD. And last weekend I realized that the one person whom I felt proved that there were some really good men out there, had lied through his teeth to me. Yeah, so not so much with the feeling optimistic about things. Even K had to admit that I had every right to just feel like crap.
So, here we are again. *sighs*
So tomorrow I'll get up, clean my room, grade papers, and try to pull together the energy to face another week at work, and another weekend going out and being social when it's really hard to see the point of any of it. And I'll hang out with my friends, knowing that I'm the only one who goes home at the end of it to my cat and a book and not much else. And I'll smile and tell people yeah, I know when they tell me that really it's just a matter of time. And I'll know that in the end they don't know that, they're just saying it because it's What You Say, and That's What's Done. And I'll curl up and go to sleep knowing that I've done what I can and just have to accept what's left, and that when I get up it'll be another day of going through the motions. Cause really, all I got left is Force Of Habit.
I'm gonna go listen to some music and read. And deal.
Because dealing is Habit too.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Boys Suck.
...except my cat. Boys are dumb. That unfortunately applies to my cat as well. And that's about all I have to say about that.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Rum is not a problem. Tequilla needs to be destroyed.
Ow. No, not ow... OW
It was an interesting night, last night was. It...did not go as expected though in a mostly pleasant way. K. had a good time with her "person of interest." I got to know one of my co-workers a little bit better. Linds seemed to have all sorts of fun. And then there was the other thing. And the REALLY funny thing that happened when K and I were in the bathroom. Which led to the other unexpected thing, which was really really really cool.
And if you want the details of these things you are just going to have to ask me. And I might tell you.
In the meantime, there were many drinks that M. just handed me and having not eaten much for dinner drinking them turned out to be...bad. I woke up very unhappy and in pain this morning. The constructor of said pain, M, was on his way to NYC and text messaged me with the general idea that he found the whole situation amusing.
*sticks tongue out at M*
So there that is. I am never touching tequilla again. Ever. EVER. OWWWW. Wasted an entire day, and tomorrow is going to be equally rough I expect. Thank heavens that it is a 3-day weekend - that gives me plenty of time to get my stuff down and still have some time for relaxing. I hope! With the re-start of school, who knows?
Ehren, call me please. I could use some friendly advice :) Or Leila. It's all good folks.
And now I'm off to take some robitussin and pray that I wake up feeling less sick than I do now (in the I want to stop coughing and i want my throat to stop hurting sort of way).
Yay butterflies!
It was an interesting night, last night was. It...did not go as expected though in a mostly pleasant way. K. had a good time with her "person of interest." I got to know one of my co-workers a little bit better. Linds seemed to have all sorts of fun. And then there was the other thing. And the REALLY funny thing that happened when K and I were in the bathroom. Which led to the other unexpected thing, which was really really really cool.
And if you want the details of these things you are just going to have to ask me. And I might tell you.
In the meantime, there were many drinks that M. just handed me and having not eaten much for dinner drinking them turned out to be...bad. I woke up very unhappy and in pain this morning. The constructor of said pain, M, was on his way to NYC and text messaged me with the general idea that he found the whole situation amusing.
*sticks tongue out at M*
So there that is. I am never touching tequilla again. Ever. EVER. OWWWW. Wasted an entire day, and tomorrow is going to be equally rough I expect. Thank heavens that it is a 3-day weekend - that gives me plenty of time to get my stuff down and still have some time for relaxing. I hope! With the re-start of school, who knows?
Ehren, call me please. I could use some friendly advice :) Or Leila. It's all good folks.
And now I'm off to take some robitussin and pray that I wake up feeling less sick than I do now (in the I want to stop coughing and i want my throat to stop hurting sort of way).
Yay butterflies!
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
But Why Is The Rum Gone?
A bit how I feel like my life at the moment. Why is the rum gone? I should feel fairly happy - yes true the kids came back but they seem alright for the most part. Life goes on. And yet...
Disconnect. Again. I know, big suprise. I guess for awhile there I was feeling plugged in again, though why I couldn't tell you. Now? Not as such. Which is why instead of going to bed I'm sitting here blogging in code words so that I won't hurt the feelings of those whom I adore.
For a bit there, felt like there were some people who were in the same spot as I...now I feel like it's all gone to pot again. Everyone who I'm close to is at this different spot in their lives, and I can't quite seem to get there. Grr, argh. Instead I sit on the sidelines watching, wondering what I need to do to get in the game. I've had suggestions, but they all feel...not right. Contrary to something pretty deep inside. And even those suggestions are far and few between. I don't want to talk about it anymore, really the only reason I'm blogging is that if I don't get it out I'm pretty sure I'm not going to sleep tonight.
I was in professional mode most of the summer - and when I was there I felt fine. I stopped that and here I am again. I go out...and I feel like I'm struggling to keep from, I dunno, sulking in a corner somewhere. Actually most of hte going out inicdents leave me feeling pretty humiliated. I enjoy them, but I always feel bad after.
This is the part where I should go back to the beginning, and say that while the rum is gone, perhaps the thousand foot signal that burning the vile drink causes will result in the metaphorical rescue ship.
I don't believe that. I'm not being pessimistic...because I haven't lost hope exactly. I just don't have it. It's the absence of even lack of hope that drives people to despair. It's not even apathy, which has negative connotations. Rather, I'm just...existing. Complete removal from everything, and everyone. God I wish I could talk to someone about this. In the meantime, no helpful platitudes no nothing. Going out again Friday, hopefully this night will end without the requisite shame and humiliation.
Yee-fucking-haw.
Disconnect. Again. I know, big suprise. I guess for awhile there I was feeling plugged in again, though why I couldn't tell you. Now? Not as such. Which is why instead of going to bed I'm sitting here blogging in code words so that I won't hurt the feelings of those whom I adore.
For a bit there, felt like there were some people who were in the same spot as I...now I feel like it's all gone to pot again. Everyone who I'm close to is at this different spot in their lives, and I can't quite seem to get there. Grr, argh. Instead I sit on the sidelines watching, wondering what I need to do to get in the game. I've had suggestions, but they all feel...not right. Contrary to something pretty deep inside. And even those suggestions are far and few between. I don't want to talk about it anymore, really the only reason I'm blogging is that if I don't get it out I'm pretty sure I'm not going to sleep tonight.
I was in professional mode most of the summer - and when I was there I felt fine. I stopped that and here I am again. I go out...and I feel like I'm struggling to keep from, I dunno, sulking in a corner somewhere. Actually most of hte going out inicdents leave me feeling pretty humiliated. I enjoy them, but I always feel bad after.
This is the part where I should go back to the beginning, and say that while the rum is gone, perhaps the thousand foot signal that burning the vile drink causes will result in the metaphorical rescue ship.
I don't believe that. I'm not being pessimistic...because I haven't lost hope exactly. I just don't have it. It's the absence of even lack of hope that drives people to despair. It's not even apathy, which has negative connotations. Rather, I'm just...existing. Complete removal from everything, and everyone. God I wish I could talk to someone about this. In the meantime, no helpful platitudes no nothing. Going out again Friday, hopefully this night will end without the requisite shame and humiliation.
Yee-fucking-haw.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Kittens, Books, Boxes, and a dash of quiz fun
Busy couple of weeks...you can read some of the shared experiences here, but outside of that let's talk turkey...
I had dinner last Friday with K. and her parents (her brother was there for a bit) and all seemed quite concerned that I would find the whole thing traumatizing. I'm not sure why... Parents seemed to think I'd be offended, K. thought I'd be offended by right-wing opinions, which is ridiculous. Among other things, I dated the "right-wing" computer scientist, and really he's the only relationship I've had which I would actually be willing to put myself through again, so not so much worried with the parental opinions. Oh well!
We found a Book Sale - literally. It was called "The Book Sale." It's like this traveling tag sale for books...very very cool. I got a cook book that I'd wanted, hardcover editions of Neil Gaiman's The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish and The Wolves in the Walls (both of which I was dying to get) and Laurie R. King's The Game, which I've read, but I guess I'm sorta collecting the series at this point...it's just nice to have a full set I suppose. Plus now I can get Ehren to read it...it's really a great book. Did I mention I got all of the above for under $30? And I'm really thinking of going back and getting Legends II, a collection of short stories...but I hesitate because there is really only one story I want out of there...the rest would be deadweight...on the other hand, it's pretty inexpensive for the whole shebang, so you gotta wonder.
OK, so enough with the books. And I'm gonna ignore the boxes that still surround
me, because that's more fun then, well, dealing with them.
KITTENS!
Yup...I finally got a cat. His name is Hob, and as you can tell by pictures, he's an orange/white tiger. He is cute...but has a slight upper-resp thing, so he sounds a little like Darth Vader. Except a wimpy Darth...he's about 13 weeks old, so he's pretty tiny. And cute. Really really cute. But you can see that in the pictures. :) The URI is amusing in that we have to give poor Hob amoxicillian twice a day. K holds him, hog tied, while I drop the pink stuff (it's the same stuff down to the bubblegum flavor that kids take) into his throat. We know he's getting better because he's started protesting. Loudly and vociferously.
Cleo, K's cat, is not thrilled with the new addition to the household. She hasn't taken a swipe at him...but she just makes really deep growling noises when she sees him, or he's in the room. If she's not growling she's staring at him...it's amusing. He has been doing everything to show he's submissive, but she wants nothing to do with him. He was trying to play with her today...he keeps bounding after her. And I literally mean bounding. He looks like someone put springs under his paws. Cleo, as is evidenced in the picture below, is less than thrilled with this entire development.
Actually, here's a shot from a bit further away, you can see the animosity...
"You! Off my planet!"
The little one, is staring into K's curio cabinet. Which has a mirror in the back. So more precisely, he is staring at himself in the mirror...
"You're so vain...you probably think this post is about you..."
And, just to round things out...2 quizzes which explain quite a lot about me. Except the one about my sense of humor. I can't imagine where you can get an idea like that about me, really now...
I had dinner last Friday with K. and her parents (her brother was there for a bit) and all seemed quite concerned that I would find the whole thing traumatizing. I'm not sure why... Parents seemed to think I'd be offended, K. thought I'd be offended by right-wing opinions, which is ridiculous. Among other things, I dated the "right-wing" computer scientist, and really he's the only relationship I've had which I would actually be willing to put myself through again, so not so much worried with the parental opinions. Oh well!
We found a Book Sale - literally. It was called "The Book Sale." It's like this traveling tag sale for books...very very cool. I got a cook book that I'd wanted, hardcover editions of Neil Gaiman's The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish and The Wolves in the Walls (both of which I was dying to get) and Laurie R. King's The Game, which I've read, but I guess I'm sorta collecting the series at this point...it's just nice to have a full set I suppose. Plus now I can get Ehren to read it...it's really a great book. Did I mention I got all of the above for under $30? And I'm really thinking of going back and getting Legends II, a collection of short stories...but I hesitate because there is really only one story I want out of there...the rest would be deadweight...on the other hand, it's pretty inexpensive for the whole shebang, so you gotta wonder.
OK, so enough with the books. And I'm gonna ignore the boxes that still surround
me, because that's more fun then, well, dealing with them.KITTENS!
Yup...I finally got a cat. His name is Hob, and as you can tell by pictures, he's an orange/white tiger. He is cute...but has a slight upper-resp thing, so he sounds a little like Darth Vader. Except a wimpy Darth...he's about 13 weeks old, so he's pretty tiny. And cute. Really really cute. But you can see that in the pictures. :) The URI is amusing in that we have to give poor Hob amoxicillian twice a day. K holds him, hog tied, while I drop the pink stuff (it's the same stuff down to the bubblegum flavor that kids take) into his throat. We know he's getting better because he's started protesting. Loudly and vociferously.
Cleo, K's cat, is not thrilled with the new addition to the household. She hasn't taken a swipe at him...but she just makes really deep growling noises when she sees him, or he's in the room. If she's not growling she's staring at him...it's amusing. He has been doing everything to show he's submissive, but she wants nothing to do with him. He was trying to play with her today...he keeps bounding after her. And I literally mean bounding. He looks like someone put springs under his paws. Cleo, as is evidenced in the picture below, is less than thrilled with this entire development.
Actually, here's a shot from a bit further away, you can see the animosity...
"You! Off my planet!"
The little one, is staring into K's curio cabinet. Which has a mirror in the back. So more precisely, he is staring at himself in the mirror...
"You're so vain...you probably think this post is about you..."
And, just to round things out...2 quizzes which explain quite a lot about me. Except the one about my sense of humor. I can't imagine where you can get an idea like that about me, really now...
| Very Well-Rounded You have: 62% SCIENTIFIC INTUITION and 62% EMOTIONAL INTUITION | ||||
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My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The 2-Variable Intuition Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid |
 I took the "What's So Funny?" quiz on gURL.com | |||
 |  | My sense of humor is... Sarcastic You seem to prefer brainy under-stated humor, especially when it has a bite. Do you know some people who need to be cut down to size? If so, you probably like sarcasm--a form of wit in which the object of the joke is a victim of ridicule or criticism. Read more... What is your sense of humor? | |
Monday, August 01, 2005
Surrounded by boxes. Again...
And I'm all moved in to the new place. I have survived and enjoyed the AP institute. I am adjusting to life with one cat, and contemplating getting another one. And, today, we bought fabric for curtains. And crushed red pepper.
I am pleased.
I start back at school on the 24th and have much to accomplish before then. But, I am cautiously optimistic of all things going on there. I still have much to do, in terms of unpacking, but I feel like I've got a good start on that. I haven't accomplished everything I wanted to this summer...but still I've made a dent, and given how much stuff I was doing, I say I've done a decent job. Yay! :)
I don't really have anything else to add...looking at gyms tomorrow (there are two in the area) with Karen...also looking at TV's...if anyone knows anything about such things and is willing to come along as a "technical advisor" it would be much appreciated.
I need some motivation - anyone got an ounce to spare? Let me know!
And I'm off to do some reading, or watch TV or basically enjoy the last little bit of my vacation...later!
I am pleased.
I start back at school on the 24th and have much to accomplish before then. But, I am cautiously optimistic of all things going on there. I still have much to do, in terms of unpacking, but I feel like I've got a good start on that. I haven't accomplished everything I wanted to this summer...but still I've made a dent, and given how much stuff I was doing, I say I've done a decent job. Yay! :)
I don't really have anything else to add...looking at gyms tomorrow (there are two in the area) with Karen...also looking at TV's...if anyone knows anything about such things and is willing to come along as a "technical advisor" it would be much appreciated.
I need some motivation - anyone got an ounce to spare? Let me know!
And I'm off to do some reading, or watch TV or basically enjoy the last little bit of my vacation...later!
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Going away
Well, again almost a month has passed between posts...and certainly more than a month has passes since a meaningful post.
I'd love to tell you all the details of my life but (1)I don't have time (2)I don't have the patience and (3)if you were truly interested I've either already told you or you would ask. Stuff actually has gone on...but too much to talk about.
In the interim I'm about to head off for about 2 weeks. I'm moving in with Karen, so yay. But that involves packing and moving which is a big fucking boo. I hate packing. I hate moving. God help me, I don't want to move ever again. New place is nice enough though, so that's bonus.
Anyway, I no sooner move than literally I am off again - this time to the AP Institute. I am not so much looking forward to that, but you do what you have to, and no one will EVER be able to say that I wasn't very productive this summer, professionally speaking.
God, I can't wait until August. Except that August begins the serious countdown to going back to school and I am a bit nervous about that - the whole BEST portfolio thing.
Either way, I'm not likely to be online after tomorrow, so please give me a call, or drop me an email understanding that i won't check it daily for the next couple of weeks.
Also - if anyone only has my cox.net account let me know, becuase that is big time going away. :)
Night all.
I'd love to tell you all the details of my life but (1)I don't have time (2)I don't have the patience and (3)if you were truly interested I've either already told you or you would ask. Stuff actually has gone on...but too much to talk about.
In the interim I'm about to head off for about 2 weeks. I'm moving in with Karen, so yay. But that involves packing and moving which is a big fucking boo. I hate packing. I hate moving. God help me, I don't want to move ever again. New place is nice enough though, so that's bonus.
Anyway, I no sooner move than literally I am off again - this time to the AP Institute. I am not so much looking forward to that, but you do what you have to, and no one will EVER be able to say that I wasn't very productive this summer, professionally speaking.
God, I can't wait until August. Except that August begins the serious countdown to going back to school and I am a bit nervous about that - the whole BEST portfolio thing.
Either way, I'm not likely to be online after tomorrow, so please give me a call, or drop me an email understanding that i won't check it daily for the next couple of weeks.
Also - if anyone only has my cox.net account let me know, becuase that is big time going away. :)
Night all.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
First one suprising, second not so much...
Your Inner European is Spanish! |
 Energetic and lively. You bring the party with you! |
Your Linguistic Profile: |
50% General American English |
40% Yankee |
5% Dixie |
5% Upper Midwestern |
0% Midwestern |
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
To Satisfy Karen...
I will post after all the finals are graded and I am less likely to fall asleep at weird hours. Until them...
Thursday, June 16, 2005
I'll Do A Real Post Soon, promise!!!
Part Expert Kisser |
 You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable |
Part Passionate Kisser |
 For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble |
Star Wars Horoscope for Gemini |
 Like most Geminis, you are a playful little creature. You tend to be extremely curious, craving knowledge but sometimes having a short attention span. For the most part, you are charming and loveable. But at times, you can seem scattered and high-strung. Star wars character you are most like: Ewoks |
Sunday, June 12, 2005
50% Me 50% Karen. I'm an angel...
| PURITY: 79% sex, 80% substance, 70% moral [77% total] |
| Well done! The higher your scores, the more "pure" you are. The lower, the more you've experienced. This test was about done deeds, so your numbers will never climb. [It's interesting to think they all started at 100%.] But will your purity continue to fall? Will you OUTGROW or will you OUTDO your past experiences? It's up to you. Advisory:
Note: as for the "TOTAL" purity value - that's a weighted combination of your scores, indicating what a typical purity test might say about you. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The 3-Variable Purity Test written by chriscoyne on Ok Cupid |
OK, this one was 100% my idea...
| English Genius You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 100% Expert! |
| You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender :
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| Link: The Commonly Confused Words Test written by shortredhead78 on Ok Cupid |
Blame Karen.
| Shotgun You preferred a weapon with 54% power over speed and 54% range over melee. |
| You use a Shotgun. While not the fastest gun in the west, a shotgun's raw power and ease of use make it an extremely potent weapon. Some shotguns can also be loaded with many different types of ammunition, providing a versatility many guns don't have. Choosing your shots, you fell your opponents immediately and without pause. |
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My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The What's Your Signature Weapon Test written by inurashii on Ok Cupid |
Friday, June 10, 2005
Un-fucking-believable
Today's list of things that happened:
Which brings us to I need to get to sleep because today has been overly emotional. Sleep good. Oh yeah, I think I need to get seriously trashed this weekend. Anyone want to help?
- Was searched on the way into school
- Got semi-yelled at by the boss
- Had a class of students just be 110% assholes
- Said class actually had me crying...2 fucking weeks before school ends they finally got to me
- Left school early to get away from the mess. Thank god I have 7th and 8th off
- Came home, ate a quick junk food meal from johnny rockets because god damnit I felt like it
- Found out that people were required to leave school right at 2:30 AGAIN, yay bomb threats.
- Spent way too much time writing a final exam with Linds.
- Watched with bemusement as my BEST mentor tried to convince me to [edited for content, ask for details later]
- Spoke to the roommate, who heard about my bad day and brought home Ben & Jerry's because...well because frankly the man understands women better than I do
- Let the roommate convince me to watch "The Ring"
Which brings us to I need to get to sleep because today has been overly emotional. Sleep good. Oh yeah, I think I need to get seriously trashed this weekend. Anyone want to help?
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Oh for crying out loud...
Stuff that happened today:
Bomb thread at school, leading to lockdown procedures and 2+ hours with my 3rd period class
Guilt for the bladder issues of one student
Cutting 10 lbs of twizzlers and sorting 10 lbs of gummi bears
Pure exhaustion
thank god tomorrow's friday.
I can't write anymore...I did get pretty earrings though so today was not a total waste.
Bomb thread at school, leading to lockdown procedures and 2+ hours with my 3rd period class
Guilt for the bladder issues of one student
Cutting 10 lbs of twizzlers and sorting 10 lbs of gummi bears
Pure exhaustion
thank god tomorrow's friday.
I can't write anymore...I did get pretty earrings though so today was not a total waste.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Odds and Ends
To address the obvious, yeah I changed the template. Anyone who's been reading this over the last 18mos realized I do this with alarming regularity, and saw this coming. It's not quite done yet, but the basic stuff is all set.
If you didn't watch tonight's series premier of The Inside you should check it out at your earliest convenience. Besides being a show to watch in the summer when everything else is in re-runs or frightenly stupid, this seems like a fantastic show. It's on Fox, but think more Fox that used to show The X-Files, less Temptation Island Fox. In other words, the show looks creepy in all the right ways. It's out of LA, following a gorup of FBI agents, the female lead is a Profiler, who was kidnapped at the age of 10 and held captive for 18mos before she escaped...I could try to explain more but really I can't do it justice. Tune in next week, it's worth an hour of your time I think.
Line of the night? "Freeze! Federal Agent!" *Agent fires shot, killing the serial killer instantly* "Let her go!" *pause* "Damn, I always do that in the wrong order." A line delivered in perfect deadpan by the fabulous Peter Coyote. And it inserted just a tinge of humour in an otherwise completely humourless scene. Well done!
So there you go...the update for the day.
Comments? Questions? Concerns? Click the pretty little button!
If you didn't watch tonight's series premier of The Inside you should check it out at your earliest convenience. Besides being a show to watch in the summer when everything else is in re-runs or frightenly stupid, this seems like a fantastic show. It's on Fox, but think more Fox that used to show The X-Files, less Temptation Island Fox. In other words, the show looks creepy in all the right ways. It's out of LA, following a gorup of FBI agents, the female lead is a Profiler, who was kidnapped at the age of 10 and held captive for 18mos before she escaped...I could try to explain more but really I can't do it justice. Tune in next week, it's worth an hour of your time I think.
Line of the night? "Freeze! Federal Agent!" *Agent fires shot, killing the serial killer instantly* "Let her go!" *pause* "Damn, I always do that in the wrong order." A line delivered in perfect deadpan by the fabulous Peter Coyote. And it inserted just a tinge of humour in an otherwise completely humourless scene. Well done!
So there you go...the update for the day.
Comments? Questions? Concerns? Click the pretty little button!
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Another one
I've just been all sorts of mushy this weekend...how bizarre.
cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed
What Sign of Affection Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Like a Seven-year Old Girl With Two Skinned Knees...
Let's make one thing clear. I do not cry at movies. Not even a bit. Okay, I get a little misty while watching the part in A League of Their Own when the husband comes home from the war, but come on you're supposed to feel a little choked up there.
So explain to me why I was crying over this movie?!
Yes, that link is correct. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I was crying.
Clearly, something in my psychological self is seriously f$%#@* up. There is no other excuse.
I mean it was a cute movie, Karen and I went to see it and we both enjoyed it much. Sweet, and intelligent something that is often missing in movies for teen girls. And beyond that it was a good story. But I wasn't even crying over the little girl dying of leukemia. No I was crying with the girl and her dad parts. And I don't mean teary eyed. I mean tears running down my face as if there was no tomorrow.
*disgusted snort*
Like I said, obviously something wrong with me. So, having proven that I'm a total sap, I'm going to go do something less girly. Like knitting.
Don't laugh. Two pointy sticks can do a lot of damage. I'm serious.
I'm sooo not the person I thought I was...
So explain to me why I was crying over this movie?!
Yes, that link is correct. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I was crying.
Clearly, something in my psychological self is seriously f$%#@* up. There is no other excuse.
I mean it was a cute movie, Karen and I went to see it and we both enjoyed it much. Sweet, and intelligent something that is often missing in movies for teen girls. And beyond that it was a good story. But I wasn't even crying over the little girl dying of leukemia. No I was crying with the girl and her dad parts. And I don't mean teary eyed. I mean tears running down my face as if there was no tomorrow.
*disgusted snort*
Like I said, obviously something wrong with me. So, having proven that I'm a total sap, I'm going to go do something less girly. Like knitting.
Don't laugh. Two pointy sticks can do a lot of damage. I'm serious.
I'm sooo not the person I thought I was...
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Damnit these things are addictive...
The first one - dude cool...
Raver Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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OK - this one? I don't know...can someone who knows me really well give some input on this sucker...I question this...sorta. I don't know...
You like the sweet, shy type.
What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)
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Dude there is a Which Stargate Character are you quiz...I came out dead heat between Jack O'Neil and Daniel Jackson the first time I took it. Second time I came out as Daniel Jackson (70%) and Jack (60%), Teal'c (60%) and Sam (55%). Which makes sense, except maybe I'm more Sam than Teal'c. And despite being polar opposites I am comfortably both Jack-ish and Daniel-ish. That whole Gemini duality thing again... :)
*quietly drowns in own drool*
Raver Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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OK - this one? I don't know...can someone who knows me really well give some input on this sucker...I question this...sorta. I don't know...
You like the sweet, shy type.
What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)
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Dude there is a Which Stargate Character are you quiz...I came out dead heat between Jack O'Neil and Daniel Jackson the first time I took it. Second time I came out as Daniel Jackson (70%) and Jack (60%), Teal'c (60%) and Sam (55%). Which makes sense, except maybe I'm more Sam than Teal'c. And despite being polar opposites I am comfortably both Jack-ish and Daniel-ish. That whole Gemini duality thing again... :)
*quietly drowns in own drool*
Whoo hoo!
Ok, it could have been Anakin, or Luke or Han (and it nearly was) but I ended up with the smart AND hot dude. No complaints people - no complaints. That Yoda came in second was mildly odd...but I guess when you rank intelligence highly there's little else to expect.
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| You scored as Obi-Wan. You picked Obi-Wan. He is a very loyal companion who always is willing to help. He can teach you new things becuase he is used to having a padawan. But dont let this fool you, he can be compassionate yet very strong physically.
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