ok... i thought it would be good for me to stay in this evening. take the time off, relax.. you know. but just a few minutes ago, i found myself chasing the cat around the house, play tag with her (she loves that game).
is it pathetic to be playing tag with the cat? maybe i shouldn't have stayed in.
but it's ok. tomorrow night, i won't stay in. tomorrow night, i will be out, dancing, have a good time, looking for someone to keep me entertained for the night. i certainly won't be playing tag with the cat.
Friday, February 16, 2001
today has been a busy day.
first, i slept in. not the feverish-i-don't-feel-well-i'm-not-getting-up slept in of the previous two days, but the i-don't-have-to-go-anywhere-so-why-get-out-of-bed slept in. i often don't get to do that on the weekends, so it was nice.
i climb out of bed at noon and decided to do my taxes, following that with a long hot shower and a leisurely shave.
afterwards, i made a circuit of the local bookstores, not really looking for anything since i already have a stack of books i've yet to read.
after bugging the booksellers for a while, i decided to have a haircut and style (i ended up returning to the style i've been wearing for a while), then a late lunch.
as i ate, i had the thought that i should do one constructive thing today, and decided that i should find a new mechanic (it really sucks to date your mechanic. when you break up, not only are you sleeping alone, but you also have to start paying someone to repair your car. not that i was dating him to avoid automotive bills. just something to keep in mind if i again start dating a guy that looks so damned good with 10W-30 on him).
now, i'm back home and the sun is setting. my roommate is taking his mooch/pseudoboyfriend out to dinner and whatever else it is that they do, so i will have the house to myself tonight. if you want to drop by, just bring the rumaki.
first, i slept in. not the feverish-i-don't-feel-well-i'm-not-getting-up slept in of the previous two days, but the i-don't-have-to-go-anywhere-so-why-get-out-of-bed slept in. i often don't get to do that on the weekends, so it was nice.
i climb out of bed at noon and decided to do my taxes, following that with a long hot shower and a leisurely shave.
afterwards, i made a circuit of the local bookstores, not really looking for anything since i already have a stack of books i've yet to read.
after bugging the booksellers for a while, i decided to have a haircut and style (i ended up returning to the style i've been wearing for a while), then a late lunch.
as i ate, i had the thought that i should do one constructive thing today, and decided that i should find a new mechanic (it really sucks to date your mechanic. when you break up, not only are you sleeping alone, but you also have to start paying someone to repair your car. not that i was dating him to avoid automotive bills. just something to keep in mind if i again start dating a guy that looks so damned good with 10W-30 on him).
now, i'm back home and the sun is setting. my roommate is taking his mooch/pseudoboyfriend out to dinner and whatever else it is that they do, so i will have the house to myself tonight. if you want to drop by, just bring the rumaki.
Thursday, February 15, 2001
ok, a bit more Buffy:
when she walks up and grabs that guy's newspaper from him, why doesn't he jump up and whoop her ass? at least, he could have said something more than "Um, yeah, hi, i'm kinda reading that."
it seems to me that Buffy is losing her moral compass. she stole that guy's paper. it was rude, and wrong. she's becoming evil! newspaper theft is just the beginning. Faith #2.
and (last Buffy bit from me this week), i forgot to mention yesterday that i agree with Jean's assessment of Spike's Form Fitting Gray Sweater of Pure Hotness.
when she walks up and grabs that guy's newspaper from him, why doesn't he jump up and whoop her ass? at least, he could have said something more than "Um, yeah, hi, i'm kinda reading that."
it seems to me that Buffy is losing her moral compass. she stole that guy's paper. it was rude, and wrong. she's becoming evil! newspaper theft is just the beginning. Faith #2.
and (last Buffy bit from me this week), i forgot to mention yesterday that i agree with Jean's assessment of Spike's Form Fitting Gray Sweater of Pure Hotness.
did i forget to mention that i'm still sick? my fever broke during the night (i hope that's why my sheets are soaked), so i should be able to go back to work tomorrow. my boss, though, said i could take tomorrow off also because our workload is nearly nonexistent, and he reminded me that i'm off on Monday for President's Day. yippee! a very long weekend, should i want it.
normally, i wouldn't link to a pornographic website, but this one's too odd to pass up. it involves men and melons. it's in German, but you won't need to be able to speak it to navigate. the pictures will guide you.
Der Melonenfick
Der Melonenfick
"Looking to find a name for your terrible pop band? Can't decide between Inner Spin, Hearsay, Bubble Wrap, Mixed Race and EZ Friendz? You need the random band-name generator."
it was fun for the first half minute.
[nomenclature by Popbitch newsletter]
it was fun for the first half minute.
[nomenclature by Popbitch newsletter]
Wednesday, February 14, 2001
heh. today was my roommate's birthday, and i'd forgotten about it.
after subtly being unsubtle about reminding me this evening, he began to moan and whine about being old.
"you know," he says, "when you're twenty-one, you're still young. when you're twenty-two, you're just a year past twenty-one [!duh!] and people still think you're young. but when you're twenty-three, people think of you as an adult. you're mature. you're old."
seeing the 'fuck off, asswipe' look on my face, he says "what? you're only twenty-four."
ah! scoring some brownie points? i remind him that i'm a little more than three years older than he, while silently being grateful that i don't look 15 years older than i am as he does.
after subtly being unsubtle about reminding me this evening, he began to moan and whine about being old.
"you know," he says, "when you're twenty-one, you're still young. when you're twenty-two, you're just a year past twenty-one [!duh!] and people still think you're young. but when you're twenty-three, people think of you as an adult. you're mature. you're old."
seeing the 'fuck off, asswipe' look on my face, he says "what? you're only twenty-four."
ah! scoring some brownie points? i remind him that i'm a little more than three years older than he, while silently being grateful that i don't look 15 years older than i am as he does.
about last night's Buffy:
no matter how i feel about the way she's treating Spike, i'm not going to call Buffy a heartless bitch (though she is). there may be things going on within her that we're not privy to right now, what with her recent loss of Riley. maybe she has some issues to deal with that are making her act like a heartless bitch.
on the flip side, Spike could have done a better job at wooing her. although i may have liked being chained up in Spike's lair, it's not the best way to convince Buffy that he's changed. neither was the threat to stake Drusilla. flowers, chocolates, a poem (even bloody awful ones) are much better.
and in Spike's defense, i watched it again... he didn't take Xander's money (who's an idiot for leaving money on the table in a crowded bar while he danced. i don't care if he did leave it near the Slayer. that's stupid). i also don't care what Spike says to Xander at the bar about taking it. i think he was just playing along.
about the previous episode, when Glory did the take-over-Ben's-body-thing-but-Dawn-didn't-mention-it-to Buffy: in the "Previously on Buffy..." blurb, Dawn says to Buffy, "Ben! He was here. He was trying to help me. He might have left before Glory came. I can't remember." in Changeling (a game i highly recommend), there's this thing called the Mists. whenever a changeling uses one of it's abilities in front of a non-changeling, the person's inherent disbelief at all things supernatural triggers the Mists, causing them to forget what they saw. the memory fades quickly. maybe Gloria's use of her god-like powers triggers something similiar. after all, seeing Ben morph into Glory isn't something that's likely to slip your mind naturally.
about Tara's interpretation of The Hunchback of Notre Dame: she's say Quasimodo couldn't end up with Esmerelda because his "actions were selfishly motivated... Everything he did he did out of love for a woman who'd never be able to love him back" (this, of course, being an analogy for Spike and Buffy). would it only be selfless if Esmerelda could love him back? is that the determining factor selfish and selfless, that she be able to love him back? Tara's (and by extension, the writer's) statement makes little sense. if Quasimodo had givenBuffy Esmerelda a box of chocolates and a some roses because he loves her, though she can't love him back, that's selfish?
well, here's some news for Tara. love is selfish. when you want someone because you love them, that's selfish. when you don't want someone to be with another person because you love them, that's selfish. love. is. selfish. but it's also selfless. it's paradoxical. Tara (and the writer, who i'm really disliking now) oversimplified it. Tara's just an innocent though. the writer David Fury put those words in her mouth (i think they were uncharacteristic of Tara) because he wanted to state in none-too-subtle terms that he doesn't want Spike to be anything more than a killing monster.
it's possible that Spike can't be anything more. we've seen his sketches of Buffy. he, as William, was a poet. an artist and a poet, and he can't think of a better way to woo Buffy than to chain her up and make threats about killing Drusilla or letting Drusilla kill Buffy? we've heard some of his bloody awful poetry, but no matter how awful it was, William felt and understand something of love. Spike showed nothing of that.
on the other hand, William's poetry was bad. he didn't express his emotion well. he knew how to string the words together, but there was something about his poetry that still stank. he couldn't get it right. maybe that's Spike problem now. after a century of being a viscious killing machine, maybe he's expressing (badly) through the only means he really knows how to express himself now, aggressive, frightening and a bit on the psychotic side.
okey doke, i'm spending much too much time psychoanalyzing a fictional character.
no matter how i feel about the way she's treating Spike, i'm not going to call Buffy a heartless bitch (though she is). there may be things going on within her that we're not privy to right now, what with her recent loss of Riley. maybe she has some issues to deal with that are making her act like a heartless bitch.
on the flip side, Spike could have done a better job at wooing her. although i may have liked being chained up in Spike's lair, it's not the best way to convince Buffy that he's changed. neither was the threat to stake Drusilla. flowers, chocolates, a poem (even bloody awful ones) are much better.
and in Spike's defense, i watched it again... he didn't take Xander's money (who's an idiot for leaving money on the table in a crowded bar while he danced. i don't care if he did leave it near the Slayer. that's stupid). i also don't care what Spike says to Xander at the bar about taking it. i think he was just playing along.
about the previous episode, when Glory did the take-over-Ben's-body-thing-but-Dawn-didn't-mention-it-to Buffy: in the "Previously on Buffy..." blurb, Dawn says to Buffy, "Ben! He was here. He was trying to help me. He might have left before Glory came. I can't remember." in Changeling (a game i highly recommend), there's this thing called the Mists. whenever a changeling uses one of it's abilities in front of a non-changeling, the person's inherent disbelief at all things supernatural triggers the Mists, causing them to forget what they saw. the memory fades quickly. maybe Gloria's use of her god-like powers triggers something similiar. after all, seeing Ben morph into Glory isn't something that's likely to slip your mind naturally.
about Tara's interpretation of The Hunchback of Notre Dame: she's say Quasimodo couldn't end up with Esmerelda because his "actions were selfishly motivated... Everything he did he did out of love for a woman who'd never be able to love him back" (this, of course, being an analogy for Spike and Buffy). would it only be selfless if Esmerelda could love him back? is that the determining factor selfish and selfless, that she be able to love him back? Tara's (and by extension, the writer's) statement makes little sense. if Quasimodo had given
well, here's some news for Tara. love is selfish. when you want someone because you love them, that's selfish. when you don't want someone to be with another person because you love them, that's selfish. love. is. selfish. but it's also selfless. it's paradoxical. Tara (and the writer, who i'm really disliking now) oversimplified it. Tara's just an innocent though. the writer David Fury put those words in her mouth (i think they were uncharacteristic of Tara) because he wanted to state in none-too-subtle terms that he doesn't want Spike to be anything more than a killing monster.
it's possible that Spike can't be anything more. we've seen his sketches of Buffy. he, as William, was a poet. an artist and a poet, and he can't think of a better way to woo Buffy than to chain her up and make threats about killing Drusilla or letting Drusilla kill Buffy? we've heard some of his bloody awful poetry, but no matter how awful it was, William felt and understand something of love. Spike showed nothing of that.
on the other hand, William's poetry was bad. he didn't express his emotion well. he knew how to string the words together, but there was something about his poetry that still stank. he couldn't get it right. maybe that's Spike problem now. after a century of being a viscious killing machine, maybe he's expressing (badly) through the only means he really knows how to express himself now, aggressive, frightening and a bit on the psychotic side.
okey doke, i'm spending much too much time psychoanalyzing a fictional character.
i am sick. seriouly.
yesterday, Jean told me she was taking today off. i told her that i may take the day off also by being sick. and now i am. i think it's a final gift from Mikey. he called me last night, said he'd begun feeling ill last weekend, and now i'm exhibiting the same symptoms. i just hope it's not whatever his mom had, because that became really nasty from multiple orifices. wishme us well.
and while/if you're wishing us well, throw in a bit for my best mate Brian. he's having his appendix removed as we speak. the poor guy has more alimentary problems then anyone else i know.
yesterday, Jean told me she was taking today off. i told her that i may take the day off also by being sick. and now i am. i think it's a final gift from Mikey. he called me last night, said he'd begun feeling ill last weekend, and now i'm exhibiting the same symptoms. i just hope it's not whatever his mom had, because that became really nasty from multiple orifices. wish
and while/if you're wishing us well, throw in a bit for my best mate Brian. he's having his appendix removed as we speak. the poor guy has more alimentary problems then anyone else i know.
Tuesday, February 13, 2001
i can handle gratuitous Hugh Jackman chest shots, although sometimes he looks like the lovechild of Dermot Mulroney and Jim Carrey.
one of the Network guys came by this morning to remove all software from my computer that may be illegal or prohibited by company policy. i didn't know i had any, but he spent nearly an hour uninstalling and deleting.
he removed programs as innocuous as "Weatherbug" (never used it. for weather reports, i suppose) to programs such as "Sexygirls" (it goes out and searches the web for photos of nude women. never used it. the Network guy said the guy who had this computer before me was fired for using such programs).
he removed all mp3s and anything that could play them (saying they were illegal). he removed Windows Media Player (no more CD listening for me).
he removed most of my personalized settings, so the color scheme is wrong and the icons i used on my desktop are gone (all changelings in the area take a point of Banality as individuality is crushed). he was kind enough to leave my wallpaper though, but only because he likes Neil Gaiman's Sandman.
he was also kind enough (after laughing at me first) to upgrade my browser to IE5.0 (woo hoo! closer to being current!), so now Jean and (dead link) Rich can't be technosnobs and laugh at me (not as much as before, anyway). the only problem with the more current browser is that it's the TVGuide version, which has the TVGuide logo in the upper right corner, twirling like a disco diva. it's irritating.
he removed programs as innocuous as "Weatherbug" (never used it. for weather reports, i suppose) to programs such as "Sexygirls" (it goes out and searches the web for photos of nude women. never used it. the Network guy said the guy who had this computer before me was fired for using such programs).
he removed all mp3s and anything that could play them (saying they were illegal). he removed Windows Media Player (no more CD listening for me).
he removed most of my personalized settings, so the color scheme is wrong and the icons i used on my desktop are gone (all changelings in the area take a point of Banality as individuality is crushed). he was kind enough to leave my wallpaper though, but only because he likes Neil Gaiman's Sandman.
he was also kind enough (after laughing at me first) to upgrade my browser to IE5.0 (woo hoo! closer to being current!), so now Jean and (dead link) Rich can't be technosnobs and laugh at me (not as much as before, anyway). the only problem with the more current browser is that it's the TVGuide version, which has the TVGuide logo in the upper right corner, twirling like a disco diva. it's irritating.
last night, i turned on my television at 7pm to the WB, and was shocked to see that Buffy wasn't on. i checked my Free-but-never-used-since-i-started-working-here TVGuide, and it told me Buffy was supposed to show on Tuesday night, just like it usually is.
it took me a good twenty minutes to figure out that it was Monday.
this is going to be a long week.
it took me a good twenty minutes to figure out that it was Monday.
this is going to be a long week.
