please, no one allow me to post while intoxicated. it saves me the trouble of going back and deleting embarrassing posts.

interesting: tolkhan has an extranational reader (canada doesn't count as extranational because... uh... they just don't), someone from the Moscow/Baghdad timezone. doesn't really narrow it down much though.

thank you, sir, for the heads up. i will take a look at them. i think i may need them to keep me company. why? allow me to recap my day:

1. i attended my great-grandfather's funeral today. there are few things so heartrending as seeing your grandparents break down into tears.
2. tonight, i suddenly find myself single, because of a stupid comment made in jest three days ago.

my day's been really shitty. how was yours?

pssst! e-mail me!

from the sounds of it, being away from a computer all day today may not have been so bad.

i think i like your version better too, though i didn't watch it long enough to get to that part. after the first 20 minutes or so, i decided that i hated where they were cutting for commercials and turned it off.

sometimes i'm really glad i decided on botany in college.

for those who have any interest in the matter, the homepage/preview is up for Mummy:the Resurrection, or go to the White Wolf homepage and click on the big to see the preview.

i had a thought today that i may need to increase the number of blogs i read daily. i have only 21 on the list (but only 9 listed on my sidebar. they are la crème de la moisson agricole), but i find myself visiting the same blogs over and over and over and over, hoping for just one new post. earlier, i thought to myself 'these people just don't post often enough.' moments ago, i had a realization. it's not that they (or you, if you're one of the Daily Reads) aren't posting often enough. it's just that i have a job that's such a cakewalk that i have the extra time to cycle through that list every half hour. so the answer, then, would be to find a job that keeps me busier.

but that isn't going to happen. no way. i like being able to kick back and take a nap if i want, or wander the building (but i won't be doing that after the wookie encounter today), or to be able to roll out of bed, come to work, and change here. and i like having the free time to be able to go through that list of blogs eight or ten or two dozen times a day. so, if you moniter that type of thing, and see that half your site traffic is from a single person, it's just me, hanging on your every post.

good lord! i just encountered a shaven Wookie in the corridor! this guy was huge! it was quite frightening. yet another reason never to leave my desk and interact with my co-workers.

it's not science. it's Magick!
[link jacked from Lots of Co.]

more fun tests from Emode, and my results:

Which Executive Are You?

Okay, we have to ask — what are you doing taking this test? Because from your answers, it doesn't look like you're gunning for the big corner office right now. Heck, you're not even interested. But since everyone deserves a title, here's yours: Correspondence Technician (or Mailroom Master, if you like that one better). Yep, that's right — you're meant for the mailroom. But, knowing you as we do, we don't think that's going to be a problem. You're a laid-back, cheerful person who's not into the whole ambition thing. Why should you put in 10- or 12-hour days busting your butt for someone else's bottom line? You just want to be able to pay the rent, with enough left over for a little fun, of course. Work isn't your main priority in life; life is. Which is fine with us. As long as you're happy, we're happy. Enjoy!

i just don't fit into the corporate world.

'Our Long National Nightmare Of Peace And Prosperity Is Finally Over'

sadly, this isn't a joke (ok, maybe he didn't actually say that, but you know he's thinking it).

first EPA Man, and now someone from the U.S. Geological Survey.

the Paranoid Bastard in me is whispering "Conspiracy! They're coming to get you, Barbara!"

s'ok though. let them come. i've seen The Matrix. i can do all those moves.

Truck slams into California Capitol.

maybe the driver was fighting to criminalize sodomy.
[link snatched from Contrasts.net]

she told me to do it, so i did.

You chose Bugs Bunny. Here's what that selection says about you.
You are definitely the best friend a person can ever have. You're wise and always thinking of ideas. Bugs lovers have nothing to worry about in life because they have solutions for everything. Love is always there for you. Fooling around is your specialty. The word relationship is not in your dictionary, meaning you are not a steady kind of person; you love things that have to do with sex.

"Kit-Cat Clocks have been selling in stores across the country since the mid 1930's. Kit-Cat's zany smile, rolling eyes and wagging tail has filled homes and offices alike with joy and excitement".

equating joy with happiness, i can see how Kit-Cat can make someone happy, but does it really cause much excitement? 'Oh, Merv, look! it's that Cat clock! woo hoo! yeah! high five!'

coolstuffcheap.com     i'm still searching for the cool stuff.

Sure-fire signs you'll fall in love soon:

• You stumble going up a flight of stairs.
• You have hairy legs.
• You dream of taking a bath.
• The lines on your palm form an M.
  

problems with this include:

• i'm clumsy. i stumble on stairs often.
• i have since i was 11
• i dream of things like being Terrence the Backstreet Boy Slayer
• both sets do. am i doubly blessed?

um. i really didn't want to envision you in drag.

"the fact that XANDER has survived getting bonked on the noggin three times with the magic hammer... while Giles can fucking drum his fingers against his forehead and get knocked out"

heh. a recap of last week's Buffy.
[thanks, Jean, for the link]

oh! how could i forget to mention that my order for Passion arrived yesterday (no, i didn't call an escort service. jeez!)?

it's brilliant. Donna Murphy was an incredible Fosca. i was going to let mikey off the hook and not make him watch it, but now he has too.

as soon as we get over the argument we had last night.

i have something for sale. any takers?
[link nabbed from Bryan J. Busch]

Jean has informed me that i was thinking of Walter Matthau instead of Martin Landau, which clears up why i couldn't picture Walter Matthau (whom i saw in my mind as Landau) as Bela Lugosi.

why do i feel sympathetic toward the insane, soulless, muderess?

isn't Martin Landau dead? if he is, i doubt he'd be too embarrassed by Juliet.

Darla was a bit pissy through most of that episode. and then she'd suddenly go all soft...'Angel's here! where?!?' followed by girly squeal. putz.

i felt terrible for Dru. it was very mean of Angel to set her on fire. once she and Darla had put themselves out, and Dru sat there crying "it hurts!" and "Darla, help me!"... well, i got all teary-eyed for the crazy little bloodsucker. so then i got really pissed at Angel and yelled at the screen a lot, until i decided that he looked really damned good while leaning against the car and smoking a cigarette. so, instead of wanting him staked, i'd settle for him losing an appendage (and it'd be sweet if Lindsey did it).

summary: Angel bad, Darla mad, Drusilla sad. and hurt.

damn! it's beginning to snow.

good news on the Tick front, and even some talk about Battlestar Galactica, but could someone explain to me why they'd want a new Battlestar to have anything to do with the naked guy from Survivor?
[link nabbed from Jean]

but which is more problematic: that the photo was grossly mislabeled, or that someone found a reason to include a photo of Linda Ronstadt in a physical science text book?

Dudette, i was kidding about the needle thing, except for the popping. that actually happens.

look (dead link) what i found: a photo of my nephew a couple of months before his first birthday. isn't he cute!

he'll be five this summer, so the picture is almost 4 years old. he's still a little cutie though. and yep, that's me on the left.

you see, Jean had to post about her nephew turning 18, which a) makes me feel old because i first met her nephews 10 or so years ago, and b) made me think about my nephews of whom i now see entirely too little.

the supermarket this morning was out of skim milk and 1%, so i had to buy 2%. the difference in taste blows me away. i hate it. it's making my tummy a bit unhappy. i can't drink it. i'm going to end up grumpy today without my milk.

it's about time! i've been waiting for this for a decade, and (even better) the revenues go to public schools and the Cherokee nation.

today's going to be one of those strange days.

on my way to work this morning, i stopped at the supermarket for bagels, like i do every morning. the cashier, whom i see every morning, points out to me that it's supposed to get colder today, and that i may want to put on another shirt. i looked down, thinking 'what's wrong with this one,' to see that, though i did remember the undershirt, i had forgotten to put my other shirt on.

there's something very pleasant about falling asleep with the television, only to wake up to see Jonny Lee Miller in Mansfield Park

aww! Jean found an oh-so-adorable photo of James Marsters.

on the other hand, i love needles. i like getting vaccinations and selling my plasma and being given meds intravenously. it's fun to watch the needle pierce the vein. you can even here a little *pop*

everyone remembers The Young Ones, right?

a flurry of site traffic this weekend indicates a mention over at The BradLands. go visit the handsome (yet mac using) devil.

and i thought i was camera shy.
[link hooked from Contrasts.net]

i'm such a tense person. ok, that's a lie. if i were anymore laid back, paramedics would shout "Clear!" everytime they came near me. but a massage by this guy sounds so good.
[link hooked from Contrasts.net]

bah! we're expecting snow tomorrow and wednesday. i wish i was wherever he/she/it is.

i love words, and i love grammar, so this makes me happy to see.

it also makes me uncomfortable enough that i scrutinize my posts looking for such misuses, until i eventually say f*ck it, and either use some colorful profanity like that, or make up some "fictomorphological hobgoblins" to make me feel better (is it me, or is "fictomorphological" a really fun word to say?)

i mentioned last night that i am acrophobic. phobia is defined as an abnormal or irrational fear of a specified thing. is a fear of heights really all that abnormal or irrational? my fear, though, isn't the paralyzing, gibbering fear (think Robert Hays in The Ledge from Cat's Eye). i just get a bit dizzy, a bit nauseated, and my legs start to ache.

but if you want to talk about irrational and abnormal fears, try out cnidarophobia (ok, i'm not sure that's actually a word, but it seems right). i, who have lived in land-locked Oklahoma since birth, have a very powerful fear of jellyfish. i've never seen one, save for photographs and video. there are no jellyfish within several hundred miles, yet they scare the knickers off me. i have no desire to go play in the ocean, or surf, or deep sea fish, or reef dive, or sail, or anything else that people do in the ocean. so, if ever you decide to take me to the beach, please ensure that you've also brought some little plastic buckets and shovels, because i'll be building sand castles all afternoon.

i ordered Passion this weekend. i'm excited, but mikey's scared, 'cause he knows i'm gonna make him watch it with me.

damn! i didn't hit the timer button on my VCR before i left, so i missed Buffy. at least Jean left some spoilers.

mikey and i had a blast in St Louis. i love that city's historicity. we spent a couple of hours driving around, stopping at various shops, looking at old buildings (for me) and tall buildings (for mikey). i found where i want to live (city hall), and we toured the Anheuser-Busch plant (which smelled liked microwaved Grapenuts. disgusting). we also drove by and waved at the Arch (i'm acrophobic. i've been up to the top before, but i didn't think i'd be able to do it again, not to mention riding in those little cars again).

we went to The Complex. the best thing i can say about that is that i saw lots of cool tattoos. we had a good time, but there weren't as many people there as had been on my past visits. still, there were those tattoos.

mikey wants to take a week and go back soon. i just want to go to bed.

goodnight.