i've been waiting for this book for a year and a half, and (finally) it'll ship in just a couple of weeks. i'm hopeful that this book will dispel the whimsical and silly air associated with Changeling: the Dreaming.

a ha! someone found my site by searching for "me and pippy longstocking what would the children look like" at Google, and i came up #1.

joining the EPA, the FCC and the Air Force are now leaving footprints all over the place.

what's a paranoid bastard like me to think?

Terrence, a 21 minute film over at iFilm. and no, it's not me.

go see the Stephen King's Paranoid, a short film based on the 100 line poem "Paranoid: a Chant" from Skeleton Crew. DVD and Internet release is scheduled for this summer.

recipe for a successful film:

• one Sarah Michelle Gellar supernatural drama, puréed
• 4 Gospels (for best results, use one of each of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John)
• a dash of Andrew Lloyd Webber

mix in large bowl. microwave on high until bubbly.

voilà!

you (dead link) laugh now, but i'm working on a plan to get him out of my cubical. if Fate did this to me, then it's a test of my skills to see how fit i am to rule the world.

"Now Vegas has beachfront property!
Kiss L.A. goodbye!"

Dean's so lucky. the only two things i wanted to experience on my journeys to California were the Warner Brothers watertower and an earthquake. alas, i missed out on the latter.

if anyone out there is precognitive, please let me know when and where the next minor-to-medium earthquake will be, so i can make another trek out to California.

good lord!

Freddy Jones, Velma Dinkey, Daphne Blake, and Shaggy Rogers!

i didn't know they had last names (Dinkey?!? poor girl).

the Squatter is a Mac fanatic. it figures.

hey! you got your Big Brother in my Rocky Horror Picture Show!

A Tribute To Eddie.

i arrived at work this morning to find that Squatter was already here. it seems that he came in half an hour earlier than i did, and that he plans on making a habit of it.

"So what's the good word, my man?" he asks me.

"eh," i reply, while thinking, now i remember why i don't have any straight male friends.

"My son did the funniest thing last night...."

nooooooooooooooooo!

i realize that i'm not the most pious person, but why send me to the 7th Circle of Hell before i die?

heh.
[via Contrasts.net]

you can't say "Do not CLICK" to me and expect me not to click! so i did! but i already knew about Drusilla being there, and trying to get Spike back or something, so it doesn't bother me that much. there's still a chance that good things will happen (besides, i like Dru, alot. it was the whole "Ooo, i'm ringing all over!" thing).

speaking of Drusilla, she looks like she's recovered from that little Get-Set-On-Fire incident over on Angel.

oh god! the Squatter's trying to talk sports with me! and even worse, it's collegiate women's hockey! i am in hell!

my Cube-Squatter pulled this little bright green thing with a screen out of his coat pocket. i thought, Cool, he's got a Gameboy! we can be friends!. but then, he pulled this other thing out of his coat pocket and unfolded it into a keyboard.

pretentious bastard. we are forever enemies.

unanticipated problem with New-Guy-in-My-Cubical:

he has offspring. he wants to talk about them.

very bad.

suave Xander...

grrr!

when your employer tells you that you will be paid on the 15th and the 30th of the month, then they should mean the 15th and the 30th, not the 15th and the last day of the month.

i didn't escape the group photo. i was collared and escorted to the photo location. my ninja skills failed me.

en route to the location, i saw that HR was having some sort of big hiring thing going. there were a couple dozen people standing around, holding applications and resumés. i asked my boss to let me pick the guy i'll be sharing my cubical with (kinda like it was a big box of kittens), but he said the decision has already been made. it's too bad. there were a couple of guys i think i could tolerate sharing my cube with, as long as they didn't speak.

ok, i decided this weekend that Lots of Co. should be on my Daily Reads (on the right) when i realized that he wasn't on my Favorites list at home, and i was searching far and wide for a link to his site.

добро пожаловать!

it's all Melba's fault. if she wasn't retiring, they wouldn't be hiring someone else. damn her for wanting to enjoy her golden years.

the phone and computer are mine too. he can do without.

damn.

starting tomorrow, i will be sharing my cubical with a newly hired temp guy, and i'll have to train him. this means i'll have to keep myself busy all day, minimizing my surf/blog time considerably.

corporate America sucks.

even worse, this greatly increases my Interact-with-Co-workers time, not only because he'll be just a few feet away from me, but also because my boss will be dropping by periodically to check on him, and co-workers will be in and out all day to introduce themselves.

it's time for me to hoard all of the cubical supplies and equipment. i don't know what i'm going to do with a dozen letter trays and a Year 2000 desk calendar, but this cube and everything in it are mine!

i really wish there was a secondary entrance/exit for my department. it'd make it so much easier to avoid my co-workers, especially the one who wants to take a group photo of the department.

luckily, there's plenty of room behind my filing cabinets to hide.

would anyone who's seen both Gojira (1954) and Godzilla, King of the Monsters care to compare and contrast the two for me? i want to know if it'd be worth my time to hunt down a copy of Gojira.

hee! go take a look at the Godzilla, KOM trailer.

also, has anyone seen Bambi Meets Godzilla?

mal·prac·tice (mâl-prâk´tîs)
n.

1. Improper or negligent treatment of a patient, as by a physician, resulting in injury, damage, or loss.
2. Improper or unethical conduct by the holder of a professional or official position.
3. The act or an instance of improper practice.

yummy yummy chocolate soy milk.

according to the envelope in my mailbox, i am now a member of the Handyman Club of America.

go me.

ya know, it's really weird that a post i wrote an hour ago still isn't showing up on my blog. i think it's because it's listing itself as being posted at 1:45pm, which is still about 7 minutes in the future. freaky...

friday afternoon, as i left work, i flipped on the radio and heard a song i'd never heard before. what the hell is this piece of crap? i wondered to myself. as the song ended, the DJ came on and said "that's the new one from Ricky Martin and Christina Aguilera..."

eww. it's terrible. it's worse than crap. it's shit. and people like it! i shouldn't be suprised, but, geez! it's so bad, it has become the third piece of shit that will make me turn off the radio completely instead of switching stations (the first two being anything by Creed and anything by Shaggy).

anyway, 2(xy).org is what made me spout that.

ya know, it's really weird that a post i wrote an hour ago still isn't showing up on my blog. i think it's because it's listing itself as being posted at 1:45pm, which is still about 7 minutes in the future. freaky...

no, no, no. (dead link) it's not that i can't make up my mind. it's just that, when the time comes for me conquer the planet and be the Evil Overlord™ i've always wanted to be, i don't want to be stopped from crushing the Rebellion because they use Macs and i don't know enough to use the damned things to find the file containing every detail of their Rebellious plans.

geez. it's nearly 11:30am, and i've yet to do any work today. i'm sleepy.

i didn't sleep well last night. methinks that i have a queer incubus (preferable to the succubus) living in my bedroom. i awoke often throughout the night in a condition that would indicate the presence of incubi.

also, i had some soda yesterday, and, because it's been nearly a month since i last had caffiene, i think it left me restless. no more soda.

(dead link) "Re: My Two Dads - her mom was a big slut"

Jeanie clears it up for me.

and speaking of Giovanni (we are, in the email), long before i'd ever heard of Mr. Ribisi, the name Giovanni was firmly established in my mind as the name of the incestuous necromancer clan in Vampire: the Masquerade. judging by some of Mr. Ribisi's character's, i wonder if this may also be descriptive of his family.

he's not just a Buffy fan, but he watched the X-Men cartoon too.

after reading Jean's comments about Survivor, i thought i'd check out Military Guy and Texas. i agree with her accessment of Texas, though i'm wondering why he'd choose his state's flag as his luxury item.

my prediction for who won't win: Mitchell. he'll be voted off soon because he's 7 feet tall. no one likes a freak.

i saw The Mod Squad (the movie) last night. it's one of those films that, while enjoyable in a No Thinking kind of way, i will never make any kind of effort to see it again (despite loving Claire Danes).

a lazy segue: The Mod Squad stars Giovanni Ribisi, Giovanni Ribisi appeared in My Two Dads.

ok, so, concerning My Two Dads, could someone refresh me on the basic idea of the show? i'm thinking something along the lines of "Heather Has Two Mommies", but i'm sure that isn't right. so, why did the kid have two dads?

why would you want to be?

"E.T.: The Extraterrestrial" - Elliot's bond with E.T. turns sinister as he starts to have dreams about rectal probes, wakes up with strange scars on his body, and is interrogated by a pair of FBI agents who keep asking him about a cigarette-smoking man.

film remakes that should never happen.

I am the Messiah!

Jerusalem Syndrome

"And now... loser of three golden globes!"

Fox's introduction to Malcolm in the Middle. hehe

a much better way to spend SuperBowl Sunday.

woo hoo!
[link taken from Bryan Busch]

*sigh*