hmm... seems she didn't like this week's Buffy too much.

Phew! Blog*Spot is back.
– Ev. [12/20/2000 8:32:00 PM]

liers.

my sisters say the same thing, Jean (about men, not the unicorn. i don't think my sisters watch Buffy). [dead link] Rich, though, is a generally helpful person, and he has a job like mine, in which he doesn't actually have to do much work.

growing up is over rated. i tried it for a while, but it sucked, so i regressed. it left its scars though.

i'm glad you dance to the Powerpuff Girls song, i'm glad you own more toys than both of my nephews combined, i'm glad you watch Saturday morning cartoons. if you'd turned into one of those old fogies like nearly everyone else we went to high school did, we'd have some serious problems. and my life would be much emptier for it.

cool! i found my first Conspiracy Theory website. aliens, bigfoot and JFK! woo hoo!

there's something very unnatural about drinking orange juice from a can.

it really sucks when you lose your pager. i'm feeling a bit depressed over it. i don't think i have the will to work today. i should go home.

i've come down with something again. it think it's a head cold, as i seem to have no respiratory troubles. i didn't sleep much last night, even after the Tylenol Cold and Flu Nighttime. liers they are.

additionally, i left the television on last night, and i woke up to Simon and Simon. not a pleasant experience.

chocolate milk! chocolate milk! yummy yummy chocolate skim milk!

by the by, i've moved. i'm now at Geocities. for now. [edit 6/10/05 - back for now at blogspot after all this time]

silly, naive Rich. it has nothing to do with democracy. we have troops there because some shadowy level of our government knows that, in that particular area, there are powerful demons bound to subterreanean prisons by ancient wards that are being weakened by some unknown force. that unknown force is also responsible for all the violence and bloodshed, as it's stinking taint corrupts everyone who lives in the area too long.

democracy be damned. we're trying to stop an ancient evil from conquering the Balkans.

wtf? for what? what the hell did he do to deserve to be Time's Person of the Year.

and take a look at the runners up (runner ups?), a.k.a, People Who Mattered (that's what they called it, not me). Yasser Arafat and Ehud Barak are both named for not negotiating peace. Eminem is named for....? i'm not sure. and Richard Hatch, for getting naked, i guess. Elian Gonzalez, for just existing.

there are some real choices, like Vicente Fox, Kofi Annan, and John McCain, but all the other names are dubious. they seem more like the nominees of entertainment magazines than for a serious (and respected) news magazine. maybe Time and AOL are a better match than previously believed.

yes, Rich, but she was just a reporter. i doubt that she was driving the van or operating the equipment. she was probably sitting there in the back of the van, touching up her make-up, and thinking to herself 'ok, who do i know that can manufacture some great story for me to cover, good enough that they'll bump that Kiki bitch off the anchor desk and put me there. i deserve it, dammit! i was Miss Crawford County, Missouri 1995, for chrissake!" then, suddenly--ZAPP!!!-- she's a crispie critter.

the McD's Coffee Woman is a different matter. she shouldn't have won a dime, because she did something stupid that she should have known better than to do, thus she caused her own injuries. the reporter was injured because of someone else's (the driver's or the equipment operator's) negligence or incompetence, and someone else's (the manufacturer's and employer's) negligence or shortsightedness. in addition to losing her forearm, her foreleg, and part of the remaining foot, she probably also lost her career, Miss Crawford County or not.

[update 6/02/05 - embarrassed to admit, but my denunciation of the McDonald's Coffee Woman was unjustedfied. In the few years since I'd written that, I've actually read something about the case instead of listening to repeated tales from other people]

so, i decided to go out and finish my christmas shopping today, and i pulled up the current weather map (it was current when i looked) from the Weather Channel. it showed clear skies, with the nearest precipitation well over one hundred miles away.

"cool! i should be able to get finished before anything bad gets here," i thought to myself. i take a look out the window, and the sky's overcast and it's snowing!

so much for the Weather Channel.

an experiment to discover whether the The Six Beer Theory is true.

i'm heading out early today. i have to find out what happened to Moira.

but Rich! she lost portions of limbs over this. yeah, it'd be funny if it just given her a good shock, but she's only buying a quarter of a pair of shoes now, and half a pair of gloves.

celine dion jokes are always funny.

the people in HR who do the training bring down more and more training-work for me to check. i've spent all afternoon doing this. it sucks. this work thing is getting in the way of my surf time.

Moira MacTaggert died? would someone tell me when? and Senator Kelly's dead too? was he assassinated? isn't that supposed to be what starts the Days of Future Past timeline?

speaking of Robbie Williams, although i think he's very attractive and wouldn't mind watching him on the Silver Screen, i'm just not sure he should be the Next Bond™

please, Pierce, won't you stay? i'll give you a shiny quarter if you do!

what's with all the crappy christmas programming? it's either the same old thing (which, i guess, is usually called Traditional), or it's something new that just sounds like crap, e.g.:

• All Dogs Christmas Carol --if it has Scooby Doo, Scooby Dumb, Scooby Dee, Scappy Doo, and Astro, it might be interesting.
  
• Angel of Pennsylvania Avenue --Hillary?
  
• The Bear Who Slept Through Christmas --don't most of them?
  
• Like Father, Like Santa --starring Kirk Cameron and Dudley Moore?
  
• Munster's Scary Little Christmas --you know this is lame
  
• The Last Polar Bears --is this an apocalyptic film?

on the other hand, there are some shows that i'd like to see:

• The Nightmare Before Christmas --this should be a Christmas Classic
  
• A Wish For Wings That Work -- good any time of the year
  
• A Muppet Christmas Carol --the best telling of a holiday classic
  
• Robbie the Reindeer in Hooves of Fire --ok, i just want to see this because the credits list Robbie Williams first, and i want to see if it's this Robbie Williams, or just someone with the same name. if it's the latter (or, if it's animated, which it probably is), then move this one up to my Crap list.

my phone rang four times. my phone has caller ID, so i know it's the same number calling each time, and each time i answered, the person hung up. it's was really pissing me off, which is why, the 5th time it rang, i was quite rude about it.

this time though, there was a tiny, female voice on the other end: 'this is So-and-So with Telecommunications. i'm having some trouble with the line.. it's not going where i want. i'm sorry!'

i felt bad. for all of half a second. she should have told me that the first time. i wouldn't have been so irritated.


on another (but possibly related) note:

my milk tasted a little funny this morning, so i didn't drink it. that may be contributing to my irritability. that, and the fact that i came to work early. so overall, i'm just not a pleasant person today.

hooray! Jeanie did make it to work afterall! i'm so happy! but, because she has so much email to catch up on, i'll wait a bit before i start bugging her.

i disagree with Rich about this. yeah, it's expected that the microscoping masts may strike overhead powerlines, but wouldn't you also expect that those inside the van would be protected when it hit?

(and why am i still having trouble linking to your posts?)

woke up early this morning. decided to come to work. a pleasant drive in light traffic. wondered to myself, "why don't i start coming in early every morning?" because, dumbass, that means you have to get up EARLIER. that ain't gonna happen.

Pooh suffers 'psychological problems'.

armed with the knowledge of Pooh and Friend's various psychological, neurological, and sociological problems, i have been able to determine that my friends and i resemble Pooh and Co. most uncannily.

[link from Arcanum_5 on WW forums]

oh yeah... i almost forgot... mikey was watching Voyager with me last night, and he says "man, i'm starting to get into this show."

yes! maybe i won't have to feel bad when he comes over on wednesday nights.

speaking of mikey, he came over last night with a couple of days of beard growth. grr! he looked sexy! but he's not keeping it. ::sigh::

find out which member of the Scooby Gang you are most like (no, not the Freddy and Velma Scooby gang, the Buffy Scooby Gang).

i'm Willow-esque, which i can accept, except for that whole dating-a-woman thing:

Willow
We've said it before and we'll say it again: You're the coolest friend a person could have. You're smart, loyal, cool, and an awesome dresser! You're always up for helping out, are sensitive of other people's feelings, and don't' even let those nerd-like tendencies of yours get in the way of your social life. You've got the balanced-life thing down to a science. And that is so cool. We totally dig it. Our only problem with you is that sometimes you're so busy being a good friend you don't let yourself get the attention you deserve! You're a star in your own right. Take credit for it once in a while. Don't get made up like girl-next-door Reese Witherspoon. Go for the bold Lucy Liu look once in a while! Your friends won't mind - if they're as good friends to you as you are to them. It's your turn to shine!

so what does everyone think? should i try the Lucy Liu look?

Thought for the week:
"Computer games don't affect kids, I mean if Pac Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching pills and listening to repetitive music."
[from the popbitch newsletter]

speaking of driving in inclement weather, i mentioned to my landlord/roommate that i don't like driving on ice and snow, and he decides to take that as an opportunity to lord his superiorness over me:

"you Oklahomans don't know how to drive on snow," he says to me as he's shoveling the snow around his stuck-in-the-snow truck. strangely, though i'm stupid, I didn't get stuck anywhere.

also, motherfucker, you're an Oklahoman too. the only places you have ever lived were:

• here in Tulsa, with your parents
  
• here in Tulsa, 3 miles from your parents (in a house they bought for you, i might add. they must have wanted you out of their house really badly. prick)

i'm irritable this this morning. because of the snow, i couldn't get my chocolate milk, and Jeanie's not at work.

i guess she's still snowed in. despite my best efforts, i was still able to make it to work today, though i was an hour late. i get really bored at work when i don't have someone to email all day long.

ho hum. Jeanie! where are you?!?

i shouldna got out of bed this morning.

Famke as the next terminator? Adrian Paul getting a new series? why hadn't i heard about this earlier?

cool! tim got to meet Sabretooth! should have popped him in the nose to see if that healing factor would kick in.

afterward, of course, you'd have been unable to write about meeting Sabretooth.

i followed the link to Tyler Mane's website, and took a look at his Projects section. i didn't know that Mr. Mane is a veteran of the musical theatre:

[Tyler Mane] drew strong reviews as the lead role of Dean Rebel in the San Diego Repertory production of a wrestling musical entitled 'Turbo Tanzi'

yes! i'm actually snowed in! i don't have to make an excuse!

should i first bitch about how cold it is and how much i hate the cold, or should i bitch about the hour long, four mile drive from work tonight.

i hate snow.

had a brief conversation with In the Closet Boy today at lunch. he was snowed in and bored today (he thought he was bored, until he talked to me. then, he discovered what boring is...). but, the guy's even unluckier because, though he's snowed in from school today, he still has to go to work.

i'm fairly sure that i'd rather go to school than to work. i'm even surer that i'd rather not have to do either when it's been snowing.

if it snows here tonight like it's supposed to, i won't be coming to work tomorrow. i'll make sure i can't make it. i will slide my car of the road if need be. i will claim that the snow is much heavier on my side of town. whatever it takes. i want another day off. for once, i want to actually call in and say, "i can't make it today. there's too much snow."

thinking more about the original X-Men series... inexplicably, they gave Wolverine an Australian accent. i know that many Americans have a hard time distinguishing between various English-language accents, like Scottish vs Irish, but there's a huge difference between Australian and Canadian (which, afaik, is where Wolverine is from). Canadians sound like us! heck, they're practically American anyway (or is it that Minnesotians and Wisconsoners are practically Canadian?). damned Hollywood.

a review of an episode of X-Men:Evolution. it sounds a bit like the original X-Men animated series, the one that only had one episode about meeting Kitty Pryde(Pryde of the X-Men... get it? Kitty Pryde... Pryde of the X-Men..hahaha), but, much more importantly, it was one of only two X-Men non-comic book anything that had Dazzler in it's regular cast. the other was the original arcade game, and no, i'm not talking about that silly X-Men vs Streetfighter game.

i loved that game. you and 5 others could play at the same time on a double screen, each player with a different character. they all had their own moves and mutant powers (they gave Colossus an energy spark power... wtf?). i was a master at the "Dazzler Light Ball Slamdunk" and the "Dazzler Cartwheel Grab-n-Throw". i could make it through all the levels, beat all the mini-bosses (like the Blob, Juggernaut, White Queen, and Mystique), then kick Magneto's ass, without using mutant powers, on a single play.

i spent many, many hours of many, many nights of my freshman year playing that game. it was the single biggest reason that i almost never made to my Russian and Political Science classes.

i miss Dazzler.

heh, i love the onion:

Christian Right Lobbies To Overturn Second Law Of Thermodynamics

this is just sad

A genetic death sentence

[link via this guy]

[oops! mutant link viahim]

mutants are so fucking cool. but it'd suck to live in the world of the X-Men and have this mutant power. the other mutants would make fun of you.

poor sick little sturtle. i've never really cared for Sesame Street, and never watched Zoom, but i do know that Zoboomafoo is on during the day, and it's a great show. i love lemurs, and the Kratt brothers, despite the fact they're dumbasses.

this freaking sucks. my friend Brian, who has been living in St Louis for almost a year now, is still winning stuff from radio stations here. i just got a call from K-Hits, asking for him, because he'd won a $300 scooter.

when he was in town last weekend for his father's funeral, he'd called the station to play one of their little games, and was entered in the drawing for that damned scooter. he'd given them my address and phone number. and he won. bitch.

looking through some of Jean's old posts, i find where she talks about night terrors, something i think i suffer from often.

that link led me to search for hypnogogic hallucinations and sleep paralysis both something i suffer from frequently.

when i was a child, i was a sleepwalkerer. i don't think i do that anymore though.

something i do still do, and often, is a hypnic jerk, a.k.a. sleep jerk or sleep start (i've also seen it called something like 'onclonic jerk' but i can't seem to find anything about that now). everything i read on hypnic jerk says it happens once a night, just before you go to sleep. it happens to me multiple times nightly, and it's usually accompanied by a short (15 or 20 seconds) nightmare-type episode, and it doesn't involve a feeling of falling or anything like that.

anyway, all of that is just a long introduction to this:

i love the word somniloquy (something else i used to do alot as a child).

oh, and before anyone says that it wasn't very nice of me to watch television on our 6 month anniversary, it wasn't my idea. mikey wanted to stay in and not leave the house (except to get soup). so it's his own fault he had to watch X-Files.

for those who keep track of such things (which i believe to be just me and mikey), Sunday marked the 6th month point in our relationship. we celebrated by watching X-Files. woo hoo!

you'd think that, after 6 months, he'd know that there are certain nights-- no, not even that-- certain shows that i watch, and i cannot be separated from the tv. exactly 5 and a half hours worth every week. he's not much into sci-fi, and that covers half of my viewing period. instead of finding something else to do, though, he sits there with me and watches it.

yeah yeah, it sounds sweet that he's watching something he doesn't like just because i want to see it, but it's not. it's torturous. i feel bad that he's watching something he doesn't like and has no interest in, so i'm distracted from the show and can't enjoy it. until he says something like "they should just cancel X-Files since David Duchovny's not on there anymore," or "they should just blow up Voyager. there's never gonna make it home."

i think he does it intentionally, just to get my hackles up and get me talking. he enjoys seeing me get all worked up about something insignificant. but it's just not nice, because then i miss something that may have been important to the show.

i think i need to start taping X-Files and Voyager, and then watching them everytime he comes over. he'd eventually tire of all the sci-fi, and maybe he'd just go to sleep whenever something good is on. or maybe he'd start coming over on the nights when i watch no television. or maybe he'd start getting into the shows, want to watch them all the time, and i'd get sick of them.

it's friggin' cold in here! i hate winter.

good lord! i now have a third reader! woo hoo! a fifty percent increase in readership! so, to anyone else who stops by here, go take a gander at In the Closet Boy and say "hi!" he's one of my daily reads, and can be a lot of fun.

for the geeks out there (and strangely, this applies to the only two people who read my blog), here's some week old Trek "news". mostly, it just seems like rumor repeated ad nauseum.

check out some of the art from Ultimate X-Men. and what do you think about the new look for Ms. Grey?

i'm such a fag for getting excited about this, but Ab Fab's coming back for another season!

[thanks to Max (i think that's the name) for the news]

i like green too.

how nice this must be for you. unfortunately, i live only 4 miles from work, and Tulsa does a fairly good job of getting its major streets clear early. so i'm here at work, one of the three people in my department to make it in today.

the good news for me is that the parking lot is about half empty. i should have much less work to do today than i normally would, not that i ever have much to do anyway.

Curious George W. Bush.

[thanks Dean]

thanks, guy. i haven't seen Run Lola Run yet. the ending has been ruined for me. now i know how Jean felt after i spoiled Dogma for her.

"I couldn't go down to the bar because there were too many fans. So I would just sit in the room, watch a movie and drink a shot of Jack (Daniels) or a beer."- A.J. McLean, Backstreet Boy, whining about how hard his life is.

he couldn't go down to the bar because there were too many fans? when did they start letting 15 year old girls into bars?

my theory: he couldn't go down to the bar because he knew he'd get his ass kicked, because EVERYONE who isn't a 15 year old girl would love to kick the crap out of a Backstreet Boy. or two. or five.

[link snatched from this guy]

what the fuck is this? a review of X-Men: The Hidden Years issue #14. read the last line.

someone at Marvel should die for that, a long painful, gorey death. there's only one Dazzler, as SHE sure as hell isn't Warren's uncle.

okey doke.... Jean has to mention something about some spoilers for Buffy. she makes it out to be all terrible and wonderful, so i get excited and try so hard to resist. i couldn't though, so i follow the link and am soon faced with hundreds of posts. then my natural lazy-slackerness kicks in and i lose all interest because i'd have to work to find it. praise to being a part of GenX.

eeg! it's not that i didn't bother to introduce you and Brian. it's more about trying to convince two fairly anti-social type people to stop being anti-social. didn't have that problem with Mikey though. he likes meeting new people.

i should have tried harder though with Brian. but you'll meet him. i promise.

by and by, did i mention that i know Rich through Brian? that's close, isn't it?

American Astronaut: Sundance Lab alum Cory McAbee's campy musical set in outer space.

sounds like something i'd want to see. hooray for Sundance!

thanks to this guy for the link.

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.