ewww! A.J. has turned out to be the Backstreet Boy who is my Soul Mate. i was hoping i'd get to the end and it'd say something like "None of the Above; Go to the LFO test." dammit. A.J.'s nasty!

in the same vein as Playcow and Naked Dancing Llama is Prawnography.net - where prawn goes porn!
link via Web Queeries

i've just taken an Emode.com test that says i may not really be me! how cool!

wow! Hillary Clinton is reponsible for JFK Jr's death, as well as Rudolph Giuliani's marital woes. she has much more up her sleeve though.

an 8 or so minute film you gotta see: The adventures of Fife Vanderplough, the 300-pound wild, naked boy of the Lemondrop Forest."

oh yeah, i stole the link from this guy.

well, Rich, i can assure you that I didn't do whatever it is you're talking about (something about archives). actually, she did it all for me. she's sweet like that.

oh! how rude of me. Jean, meet Rich. there, now everyone who bothers to read my blog knows each other.

i just received an email from The Boss. sometime within the next week or so, they will be installing a security camera in our department because A Truly Evil Being™ used someone's computer last night and changed their network password.

since i work with people who aren't overly computer savvy, i think it's more likely that the person changed his or her password and forgot what he or she changed it to.

i seriously doubt that some Hacker is going to take the time to break in, figure out someone's password, do whatever Evil Things it is that a Hacker would do at TVGuide, then change the Victim's password, thus tipping off everyone that a Hacker was there.

it's so frustrating working with people who can't think.

The A-List Fan Club: is this for real? it makes me want to hurt someone.

i doubt an animated Spike, et. al. would look as good as the real thing. it's only Spike that matters though. [from Matt]

just for the hell of it, i did a search for naked dancing llamas. and there's actually such a place.

The Naked Dancing Llama Homepage

Tori Spelling called the next Lucille Ball

um... yeah.

Have a very Wookie Christmas: i didn't get to see this way back when, since i was only a youngin', but geez i wanna see it now. i don't care how bad it was. i love bad Holiday specials.

this guy has some time on his hands.

Henry Lim's LEGO Sculptures. [link ganked from Ernie who pilferred it from Ritchie]

since she's doing it, so will i, just to demonstrate how odd i can be.

My Top Five Guilty Pleasures

• pokemon. i love pokemon, especially Gengar. but i'll deny it to anyone who asks.
  
• tiramisu. tiramisme? yes, tiramisu!
  
• Paul and Jan Crouch. not even Paul so much as his crack-whore partner on their gold-plated set, crying and begging for people to send money to Jesus, via the Crouches. they piss me off royally, but there's just something fascinating about watching the crack-whore cry all the time.
  
• Celine Dion. some of her music actually. yes, i am ashamed.
  
• Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman. more specifically, wishing i could wear the cat-wear and look as good as she did.
  

The IMDb says that Nutty Professor II: The Klumps is "one of the top-grossing comedies of the year". i was getting really pissed about that until i reread it and saw all the qualifiers:

"one of the top-grossing comedies of the year [this year]."

whew! that's like saying "my right hand is one of the most useful hands on my body." it really doesn't mean anything, does it?

and that's good, because that movie fucking sucked! yes, there were some funny scenes, and a few funny lines, but the whole damned movie revolved around fart jokes! a few such jokes can be humorous, but when a significant portion of your movie relies on them, then your movie fucking sucks, fucking sucks, fucking sucks! sequels often don't live up to the original, and The Klumps is no exception, falling far short, but come on! i didn't think that highly of the first one! how hard could it be!

*yawn*

another night of not sleeping well.

on top of being tired, it's hard for me to pay attention to what i'm supposed to be doing. since getting to work today, i have checked my email, and learned some more about tables and frames, and cleaned up a few mistakes i made in this. sounds semi-productive, i know, but my boss would disagree.

i want a nap. but since i can't take one, i'm going to have to pledge to myself that i WILL take something to help me sleep tonight so i can be all fresh and perky tomorrow.

this made me laugh, but then again, i'm a perv.

i think i just found a new addition to my daily read:

The Daily Guerrilla Journal (from November 1999)

• Recovering alcoholic and former cocaine addict George W. Bush is complaining bitterly about the "ambush questions" he was asked last week by a television news reporter concerning the names of four foreign heads of state. Bush knew only one (Taiwan's Lee Teng-hui), and looked like a deer in the headlights as he demonstrated his lack of knowledge about world events. But later, when asked how many grams are in an ounce, Bush perked up, immediately answering "twenty-eight."

that cracked me up.

Corby Baker's: Fortune

it's only three pages so far, but i'm already interested in seeing more. plus, the art is fabulous.

dammit! i said it! at least this deserves it.

i love when she lets the Bitch out!

although i've read part of the novel, and seen the first move, i won't say anything about Dune and ruin it for you. mainly because i was never sure about what was going on.

i just didn't get that whole "reactor-core-meltdown-destroys-the-last-of the-resistence-and-everyone-dies" thing.

just kidding, Jean.

i was faced with a difficult decision last night. in the end, i chose X-Files and Queer as Folk over Dune, partly because my two previous attempts at understanding the whole Dune thing didn't quite work out, and partly [mainly] because, once X-Files came on, i didn't even think about it.

for those who didn't see QAF:

• the soundtrack was great.
  
• i'm hoping they do something to fix the Brian character's personality, like train the actor to act.
  
• the comic-book-reading, semi-geeky, sort-of-cute, career-in-retail Michael character sounds like ...::ahem::... someone i used to know.
  
• and Sharon Gless was faboo! (sorry, i just couldn't bring myself to say 'fabulous!'). now we just need Tyne to show up.

heck, why not turn this to mass production? then we can all have our Own Personal Jesus .

i was unable to pull myself away from this.

i'm so tired that i didn't even think to stop reading it, though i care nothing for horse racing. or any other sport for that matter.

Lesson Taught This Weekend
"You look really good in dim light" is not a compliment.

yippee! my boss just gave me a TVGuide Bucks thing that's worth $5 cash at the TVGuide gift shop! on the back, he wrote "In recognition of: Great Attitude and Work Habits" ::snicker:: i don't think anyone's ever said i had a great attitude. it's only because i stay in my cubical way in the back where noone sees me.

i now have two $5 TVGBucks now, and if i save up one more, i can get a TVGuide Coffee Mug! woo hooo!

kind of reminds me of those silly ZAPP cards i used to give out for free drinks at wal-mart for things like "Because it's hot" or "Great shoes!"

this is Gengar

last night, i had a dream. in my dream, i owned a little rubber squeeky Gengar. he was rubbery, and when you squeezed him, he squeeked. but someone stole my Gengar, and he wouldn't give him back. finally, i caught the guy and confronted him.

"Give me Gengar!" i shouted.

he threw my squeeky Gengar at me and hit me in the head. i didn't like that. so i opened my mouth and did to him what Godlanna Morrisette did to Ben Affleck in Dogma. his head caved in and his heart exploded, and i got my Gengar. then my alarm went off. now, i want a rubber squeeky Gengar.

you remember the beginning of Return of the Jedi, when Leia is in Jabba's palace disguised as that bounty hunter guy?

was it me, or did she, in bounty hunter guise, make an appearance on Voyager last night?

cool episode though. i was really pissed at Janeway for her stance on Hologram rights. but at the end, i was pissed that she didn't do something nasty to the Doctor to punish him. would have served him right.

mikey has no opinion on the subject. all he knows is that i made him sit through a total of 3 hours of Voyager last night.

you know, it'd be really kinda cool if someone with the same name as me died. well, not cool. not like that anyway.

but to have people calling to find out what happened to me, people sending plants and cards to my mom, which i could then take home for myself.

then show up somewhere that lots of people know me and think i'm dead, and i'd claim i had amnesia. just like on As the World Turns when Craig disappeared in that planecrash off the coast of Greece.

of course, that happened something like 14 years ago. i can't believe i still remember that, but can't remember my mom's phone number.

ha ha! i scored a perfect 12 of 12 on the Citizenship Test thingie, which might be a bit strange since i'm a borderline anarchist.

the fresh carton of milk i bought this morning was sour. that makes me grumpy.

the milk thing really has me down, so here's the extent of my Buffle review:

loved the gratuitous Spike appearance (wait! this episode doesn't have Spike in it anywhere. quick, stick him in somewhere!)

and...

Angel... no shirt.... grrrr! oh yeah, that Darla acceptance of her humanity and adventing death thing was cool too. who knew having a soul could be so nice.

no, i wasn't ignoring you. actually, after i emailed you this morning and you didn't reply, i thought that maybe you'd taken a sick day or something. glad to find out it was just email problems.

my boss is toying with the idea of having me do some work for the Spanish Language TVGuide.

i don't speak Spanish. i could fake it, but i'm already doing that with the my English-language work.

what the hell is he thinking?

i don't think i'll be able to learn (or relearn, actually) Spanish in a week, which is when he needs someone.

but maybe i should try to fake my way through it. bilinguists are paid more than monolinguists. i just hope no one is counting on TVGuide en Espanol to be accurate.

Citizens Against Needles In Bread Awareness? there's actually a need for this group?

MTV rebroadcasted the premiere episode of The Real World: N'awlins, so Mikey made me watch. i can't really complain about that since i make him sit through Buffle Night with me, and often through the X-Files. i didn't know this episode of TRW was 2 (maybe more) hours long though. i stayed up way past my bedtime to watch a bunch of whiney kids whine about how difficult it is to be Them. boo hoo hoo. and fuck off.

it's a good thing the supermarket had my milk this morning. otherwise, i'd be in a bad mood.

Old [phone books] make ideal personal address books, simply cross out the names of all the people you do not know.

(update 6/02/05: i am so BAD! lack of attribution should be a flogging offense. I shall now go flog myself)

Not-So-Important-But-Nevertheless-Interesting-To-Me Lesson Learned This Weekend

porn stars do not neccessarily make good dancers/strippers

thank you for your attention.

i went to a casino boat this weekend while i was in St Louis. standing at the roulette table, i picked three numbers in a row that turned out to be what the ball stopped at. at a minimum bet of $5, paying out at 35 to one, that's $175 each won. "woo hoo for me!" you say? nah. i didn't bet. damn me and my moral stance against gambling!

hehehe. not really. i was just too cheap to risk the money.

but i seriously did pick those three numbers correctly, and those were the only three i tried. three for three. i think that makes me a psychic. so send me your questions, along with an item that you have carried with you. strangely, large denominations of cash would work best for this.

for entertainment purposed only.

Polly-Warner-Cracker! ha!

i don't know why things like that crack me up so much. i'm such a geek.

this cracked me up too. [link swiped from Impudite]

even better than christmas, and i missed it.

the supermarket was out of chocolate skim milk again. what a fucking suckey way to start the week.

"I think so, Brain, but...me and Pippy Longstocking? What would the children look like?"

i love that show.

mmm... tomorrow, i get to have granny's homemade, takes-two-days-to-make noodles, and her apple pie, pecan pie, lemon meringue pie, and mincemeat....yum!

oh, and that article in The Village Voice is actually about the Rocky Horror Show. Lea DeLaria performs the roles of Eddie and Dr. Scott.

Lea DeLaria, quoted here in The Village Voice:

"Dr. Smith in Lost in Space was the closest thing to a gay character on TV. He was so faggy! You could tell he was gay because every time Will Robinson bent over, the robot would say, 'Danger, Will Robinson!' "

i'm gonna pretend that i have more than one person reading this, k?

for anyone interested in the upcoming Americanized Queer as Folk, Showtime has some video clips up for viewing. my favorite is "Comfort Food."

Concerning Buffle Night, i think she's said anything i would have said, plus some.

Mikey missed Buffy, and most of Angel. he rang the doorbell just as Angel was chowing down on Kate. i made him wait outside.

you know, the snake beast in Buffy looked better than the ones in Xena and Hercules. i'm proud of them.

i'm addicted to this guy.

why do i feel like i must post something worthwhile, something illuminating, something of professional quality? here's why.

it's really cool when someone you know has their name in print as an author in a magazine. congrats again, Jean.

'Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev.19:27. How should they die?' - Letter to Dr. Laura

he he! i will refrain from comment.

you know, i shouldn't make fun of mechanics. i'm dating one. but i can still make fun of specific people who just happen to be mechanics, right?

yesterday was my sister Dawn's birthday. she's 23 now. it just amazes me. she's still my baby sister, and that's how i remember her.

i called her yesterday. we had a good talk for a while. my father has agreed to let her see my little brother. so we were talking about that, and she told me that he's in high school now. his voice has changed. he plays football. i haven't seen him in almost 4 years. my father won't let me see him. i cried. i hate my father.

i had a flat tire this morning. i went to get it fixed:

"i need to have my tire replaced."

"ok. which one?"

"the front left side."

"uh..." eyes beginning to glaze as he tries to puzzle this out.

"the front driver's side."

"front... driver's... side... ok..."

"are you sure you're a mechanic? for cars, i mean?"

Congratulations Jean!

important lesson learned this weekend:

when you set your VCR timer to record a program on WB19, remember that, on the cable line-up, WB19 moved to channel 12.

you know what. this page looks really cool on my new moniter. i upgraded from a 13 inch to a 19 inch. woo hoo for me! Diablo II is kick ass on a screen this size.

this is fun.

from the White Wolf Vampire: the Masquerade forum,

someone mentioned that Dr. Suess should have written the Constitution:

Preamble
A perfect Union people seek,
to get some Justice and some sleep,
provide for defense, Welfare too,
secure the Blessings for every Who.

my hot chocolate attacked me this morning. i am now wet and sticky down my right side.

i think Comedy Central should file a lawsuit against ABC News. after the election, ABC began calling the hullabaloo in Florida "Indecision 2000". Comedy Central has been calling it that since campaigning began, and it's something of a trademark. ABC thought they were being clever.

but they've changed it now. maybe Comedy Central's attorneys sent a strongly worded letter to ABC. whatever the reason, they're now calling it "A Nation Waits 2000." it's not as clever as stealing someone's trademark, but hey, they had short notice.

but really, is the nation waiting? does anyone really care about all this? are we sitting at home wondering, worrying, and anticipating? nope. whether it's voter apathy, cultural apathy, or just that people don't realize the historocity and potential consequences of all this, noone cares. go home. leave us alone.

geez... next time i want to rant about something like that, i'll post it somewhere else and just link to it.

not only are mimes annoying, but they appear to be demanding too. all this to please some mimes?

don't you hate it when you go out to eat and the first thing your server says to you is "I'm sick." then she flirts with you and your boyfriend. then she forgets about you and you have to wait for 30 minutes to have your order taken.

bitch.

Tuesday night, after Buffy and Angel, Mikey and i started talking, not paying attention to what was on the tv, when i suddenly realized that it was 7th Heaven. i've already said before that the show sucks, and that it just generally pisses me off, so i started ranting to Mikey about it. he'd never seen it, so we started watching it. here's it is:

the Elder Son did something to help out a schoolmate and was rewarded with a joint. at least that's what i think happened. i'm a little fuzzy on it. the only thing i'm sure about is that his buddy gave him a joint. for some reason, the son took it home where he promptly lost the joint at the front door. later, mom (Dr. Gillian Taylor) finds it and puts it in her top dresser drawer. don't ask me why.

Middle Daughter decides she needs a scarf for her outfit, but where to find one...? you guessed it. Dr. Taylor's top dresser drawer! so she goes and tells older sister that she found a joint in mom's drawer. now, they think mom's a pothead, which probably isn't far from the truth anyway.

that evening, mom tells dad that she found the joint. dad's pissed. he confronts the kids. the kids say "it's mom's!" she says she found it. finally, Elder Son says he brought it home. dad freaks. dad yells. dad jumps to conclusions. dad insults Elder Son with a personal attack. dad judges Elder Son without even bothering to get the facts or Elder Son's side of the story. dad is a preacher. dad is not a good reflection on Christians. Younger Son is upset that his hero, Elder Son, is a pothead. he runs from the room. boo hoo hoo. Elder Son runs from the house. boo hoo hoo.

mom and dad discuss in oh-so-melodramatic terms. they try to be someones the kids can trust (well demonstrated by the way they jumped all over Elder Son just minutes before). they talked to their kids about Drugs (probably true, but i think they should try saying something other than, 'Pass me the blunt', or 'Lay out a couple of lines'). they just can't believe this is happening in their house (yet, they were so quick to believe it about Elder Son). they're worried.

they decide to leave the house. but do they go searching for Elder Son, whom they claim to be so worried about? nope. they go to church. but, suprise!, Elder Son is there too, crying and praying. apparently, everyone in that family has a key to the church. mom and dad listen, and hear Elder Son tell God that he swears he's never smoked pot and that it was stupid for him to bring the joint home. at no time does he say that he would never, or that he didn't intend to smoke that joint. just that he hadn't yet smoked.

but that's enough for mom and dad. they reveal themselves. they hug. cut to gratuitous shot of a tear streaking down dad's face, complete with pained, guilty expression. they hug again. Elder Son is crying. dad is crying. mom is not. apparently, she's not too impressed with any of this. they all turn to leave, and dad says "We're gonna be ok."

that pissed me off. after everything they'd just done to their Elder Son, everything goes back to normal just because dad cried. please! he didn't even fucking apologize! he'd insulted his son! he'd said to him "Is that why you can keep a job?" like Elder Son would just forget that! dad had just revealed how disappointed he is about the job thing, and he said something really hurtful. is Elder Son going to trust him again? apparently so. that's how things work in that family. i wish my family could have always resolved big emotionally hurtful things in under an hour.

i really hate that show.

i do the same thing, only, my co-workers don't come back to my corner much at all. i just end up wearing the headphones without music because i'm too lazy to play something when a CD has ended.

i had a nightmare last night. it's one that i've had before several times, but last night's was worse than normal.

in the dream, i'm always somehow present at the investigation of a murder, often as an investigater with the police. last night, i was a reporter for a newspaper, and just happened to arrive at the scene before the police. every adult in the town was dead, but there was no trace of any children.

usually, i stumble upon something rather out of place... a carnival or circus. within one of the tents, all of the towns children are being held in thrall by a supernaturally evil clown. through the rest of the dream, i investigate the circus, discover the clowns weakness, and free the children. several are killed along the way, more dead adults are found, the clown is fucking scarey... it's a nightmare. but i prevail.

last night, in the dream, i knew that i was in a dream, and that i had dreamed it before many times. i already knew where to find the children and how to free them, so i cut out all the investigation and went straightaway to free the children. the clown didn't like that. he physically attacked me himself, which he's never done before. he chased me through the town, to where the police were still investigating. he killed them all, in gruesome, horrible ways. he continued chasing me, wounding me, and scaring the hell out of me. he began killing the children. he nearly killed me. then i woke up.

i couldn't sleep for a while afterwards, then i didn't sleep well once i got back to sleep.

i went to run errands at lunch. at 61st and Yale, there was a clown standing on the corner, holding a sign. he didn't look like the one from my dream but he still freaked me out. i hate clowns.

Buffy was so mean last night. i don't like her anymore. she made Spike cry. Mikey says Spike should have blown her head off when he had the chance.

in the end, Spike comforted her, even though she was so mean to him. cool Spike.

Spike looks good in his Billy Idol-esque gear. and i loved the Jive Momma Slayer! she was cool! i'm thinking spin-off!

Spike should get his own spin-off too.

Spike didn't look good in this geeky-poet gear. hated the hair. and the glasses. and the poetry. but it shows that he has a sensative side. sweet.

Willow, Whats-Her-Name and Who's-His-Face all cracked me up. i liked the built in Ruffles commercial.

Angel was ok. he pissed me off. just after telling Mikey that'd i've never seen Angel smile, they cut to the past and he's all smiles and laughter.

bitch.

i think, though, the flashback thingie fell flat for Angel. it was interesting to see what had happened between him and Darla, but it was just details. there really wasn't much more there than what you could get from the statement "We were together for 150 years." in the end, it seemed unneccessary.

Mikey likes Buffy better than Angel. he thinks Angel is much too big for his tastes. he'd rather see Spike naked.

Mikey's turning into a Spike fan. i don't think i'll have any trouble getting him to come over on Tuesday nights.

Happy Birthday to Tim! he's old now! ha ha!

look! i am the pokemon called Loyu! and i know how to dress too!

Profile: You live in the oceans of South America, and your diet consists mostly of TV dinners, cows and water.
Characteristics: You can shoot slime. You have a cell phone. You can eat poison. You have a sequined jumpsuit. You can puke hot death. You can shoot wind. You can throw sand.
Natural Enemies: Drowlock.

find out who you're inner pokemon is! (link pilfered from her)

i woke up an hour early today. go me!

i watched Roswell last night. i don't think it's something i'm gonna be able to get into, despite the cute, big-eared alien guy. the story just didn't interest me, and the special effects where a bit on the cheesey side. i guess i'm spoiled now, but i want good fx.

however, Roswell was infinitely better than 7th Heaven. talk about some cheese! i was embarrasssed for Catherine Hicks. no wonder she wanted to go to the future with Kirk. if i had a family like that, i'd go too. or get into cannibalism.

but if i did have that family, and my daughter spoke to me that way... well, i certainly wouldn't be as understanding about how stressful the little girl's homework assignment is.

is there anything good on television tonight that i should know about?

dammit. they got the lights back on already.

it reminded me of elementary school. when they'd turn out the lights, you had to put your head down on your desk and be quiet.

naptime sounds sooo good right now.

hooray! the lights just went out here!

"Step out of the vehicle."

Aw, shit!

"I need to see your liscense please." I hand it to him.

"I stopped you for a vehicular speed violation of 85 in a 75."

Sincere suprise

Scibble, scribble. Tear. Ka-ching! $90 more dollars gone.

"Here you go. Slow it down."

"Yes, sir." grumbling under the breath

"Thank you."

Piss off.

"Hello, sir. I'm Officer David Bricman with the Bourbon City Police Department. The reason I stopped you was because you were driving at 86 miles per hour in a posted 70 miles per hour zone"

Feigned suprise. "I was?"

"Yes, is there a reason you were driving so fast?"

"Well, I was singing. I guess I stopped paying attention to how fast I was driving."

"Singing? What were you singing?"

"'I'll Cover You.'"

Quizical brow.

"It's a showtune."

"Ah. Well, sir, this two mile stretch of I-44 in Missouri has had more deaths on it in the last two years than any other highway..."

Begin the half hour lecture about the statistics, causes and effects of accidents on this stretch of road, and pointing out the cemetery a quarter mile up the road that I can't see because it's 10:00p.m.

Finally it ends.

"Here you go, sir." He hands me a $130 ticket. :Be carefull, and have a good night."

"Thanks."

a point of pride....

nearly a year ago, on the Aberrant forum at White-Wolf.com, a great controversy began because a new book had been released that revealed that Divis Mal, most powerful Nova on earth, is gay. people were having little fits, posting on a thread called "Divis Mal is gay? What the fuck!!" where they argued that he couldn't posiibly be gay because he's the most powerful Nova. the inanity of that point wore on as people argued about it.

it frustrated me. it was stupid to argue it that way. if you want to argue about the morality of homosexuality, that's one thing, but to argue that a powerful and important character in a role-playing game couldn't possibly be gay because he is powerful and important is just idiotic. and not idiotic in a geeky fan-boy kind of way. just idiotic.

so, immediately following that thread, i began another called "Divis Mal has arms? What the fuck!!", the argument, of course, being that he couldn't possibly be the most powerful character because he has arms, and that he is a freak for it. just as inane as the thread preceding it.

now it's a running joke on the forum. every once in a while, somone posts that they are an Armed freak or a normal Armless person, and it begins a faux "armophobic" argument. it's fun.

now though, the "i have arms!" declaration has moved beyond the forums and into the real world. it's becoming a running joke, not only among non-Aberrant players, but among non-gamers too.

i'm like a proud papa. i've given birth to a little bit of geekdom. er- or would that make me a proud mama? anyway, i've decided that it will probably be my only lasting contribution to the world.

today marks the five month mark since Mikey and i met. happy day to us.

i got a little postcard in the mail a couple of days ago from a wrecker service in Vinita, OK. they just wanted to remind me that the Oklahoma Highway Patrol had my vehicle in storage after it was towed there when my car broke down on I-44 on October 29th.

strangely, i don't remember my vehicle breaking down in Vinita. even stranger, i drove my vehicle to work this morning, yesterday morning, the morning before that... in fact, every weekday morning since late September. before that, i was driving it to work in the evenings. so why do they think they have my vehicle in storage?

i think i should have someone drive me to Vinita, and i'll stop by that place and say "I'm here to pick up my car." i wonder what they'd do.

i spend my day looking at television programming (when i'm actually working i do). i see some interesting program names. here are a few of my favorite:

*Biopsy Playhouse.
*Let's Have Beef Tonight
*Big Ethnic Family
*Gardener Guerilla

oh yeah. HR is coming down to take my photo so i can be featured as a new employee on the company's intranet. hooray for me.

i'm craving White Castle. i've decided to go to St Louis this weekend.

Tim and Brian are celebrating Tim's birthday this weekend. i wasn't sure if i wanted to go (it is a long drive, after all), but now i've talked about White Castle, and the snow is here, and i don't really have anything else to do.

besides, it means free food all weekend. that alone is reason enough to go.

today's been a slow day here at work. i've had most of the day free to do nothing, so that's what i've been doing. but i've noticed that i'm still working more than most of the others in my department.

but, i've been able to do some tweaking to the blog. actually, jean's doing the tweaking. i'm just copying and pasting. but my blog isn't ugly now, and that's what's important.
and i'm learning new things too.

snow on the ground, and like a dumbass, i had to take a job that was near home. if i lived just 10 more miles away, i could be snowed in right now, unable to get to work. damn me for wanting convenience.

wee!! like the new look? isn't it just faboo? jeanie did it for me, out of the goodness of her heart. here's what she said:

Um, sweetie?  Don't be offended, but, you've got an ugly-ass blog.

she goes on to say:

...since I was bored, I took the liberty of making up a template for your blog.

she's so sweet. :)

actually, she is. i'm all giddy as a school girl after seeing the template.

i love you, jeanie!

i'm grouchy today. i don't know if it's just because i'm tired, or if it's just my time of the month, or if i'm just feeling like being evil.

i think it's the latter. i need to go out and frighten some children or something.

do i seem like i'm antisocial?

so now my boss tells me that i am required to take an hour for lunch, instead of the half hour i've been taking. when i was hired, i was told that it was up to me to decide that. so now, i have to be here half an hour more than i used to, and then i'll have to fight much heavier traffic then before. for the sake of uniformity in the department, he says.

bullshit.

people are allowed to show up anytime between 7 and 9:30, as long as we're working our 8 hours. we can take lunch whenever we want, take breaks whenever we want, and as often as we feel is neccessary. where's the uniformity there?

if they make us all take lunch at the same time, i'll quit. the reason i took a permanent position here was because of the flexibility. i can avoid everyone else in my department without too much of a problem. take that away from me and i have no reason to stay here.

Laughing at the dead... links

ok, i laugh whenever i stop by (dead link) here. too bad she didn't come up with the stuff that makes me laugh.

yes, but when that Virginia girl was on Kindred: the Embraced, she was a tragically hip and rebellious (::yawn::) Clan Brujah. eww. why couldn't she be a good Tremere? oh yeah... because there weren't ANY Tremere on the show. apparently, Tremere and Malkavians don't lend themselves well to the soap-opera setting of K:tE. thanks Aaron. asshole.

Kung fu grip!

but does He have Walk On Water and Heal The Sick action?

hehe!

"I'm not a eunuch." Angel cracks me up. and the whining British guy is starting to grow on me. i didn't know he could kick butt!

but Buffy was cool. i'm addicted to Spike, and his brief 3 lines per episode. and who's the whore that he's with? it sucks when you start watching a show when it's in it's 5th season.

woo hoo! it's official! i get to leave an hour early to go vote! yes! only half an hour to go!

doesn't Aussie Nads sound like a Playgirl Pictorial theme, or maybe one of those Skinemax flix?

well, Sweetie, i did my election ranting yesterday, so don't worry about seeing it here. i'm much more interested in the Paranoid Napster Theory™.

the only election related things today will be these:
1) i already voted. i woke up early, so i did it before work. but it's not because i'm patriotic or anything. it's because...
2) my boss doesn't know about #1, so i'm taking off early today to "go vote". in this case, voter apathy is a good thing, as companies such as the one for which i work encourage us to vote by letting us leave early.

that being said, i'll say one more thing. i love the movie Drop Dead Gorgeous. it was on Starz last night, so i watched, even though i already own the video. Kirstie Allie is hilarious! along the same lines, i watched Jawbreaker too. i liked it.

yeah! time to go home!

she simply amazes me. don't play 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon with her. you'll lose.

ah, hell. if i'm gonna put a link to Wraith in here, i've got to have one to Changeling. it's my favorite game. and it's certainly way cooler than Vampire or Werewolf (which i will not link to)

this is in praise of Jean. she's cool, she's nifty, she sent me Gengar cursors! huzzah!

Gengar cursors on an Magneto wallpaper with icons derived from Wraith: the Oblivion (from White Wolf). it's an interesting mix on my desktop.

geez... i didn't mean it like that. i just meant to say that you are completely important to me, important enough that you stick in my mind without a nametag. i guess it popped out wrong. my apologies.

ah... here's what i was looking for. George W. Bush should not even be considered seriously for president.

don't you hate it whenever you run into someone that you know you know, but you don't know where or why you know him?

even worse is when he looks at you and you can tell that he knows you too, but from the perplexed look on your face, he knows that you don't remember who he is.

that's why everyone should wear little tags specifying where i know them from. that way, whenever i run into someone i'm not sure about, i can demand to see the tag.

some people are excused, as i'm pretty sure about where i know them from (like my family, and Jeanie and Tessy). everyone else has to wear them though.

"I've never been a long-term planner about anything. I have lived my life with more of a short-term focus."

—George W. Bush quoted in Texas Monthly

that alone is enough of a reason to vote against Bush. why would we want a President who can't see anything beyond his 4 years in office (believe me, if he is elected, people will see what kind of an idiot he is. he won't win a second term). i realize that he's in his 50's, but he still has a couple of decades ahead of him. i'm 26. i have another 50 to 75 years left. i'm a little less concerned about the next 5 years than i am about the next 25.

i'm not saying that everyone should vote for Gore. i'm saying vote against Bush. there are other, better experienced, better prepared candidates out there. choose one.