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.

heh, i had the same problem when i got my pokemon squishee toys... nevermind.

ick. there are snowflakes fluttering in the air. i hate snow.

this is beautiful, but it made me sad.

[overpopulation by plasticbag.org]

If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come, so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might.

exit mikey

horny cats

i don't know what's up with this, but it says it's a fake trailer for Star Wars Episode II. looks pretty damned convincing to me.

an email from Jean:

"The image of you at a Baptist youth group party made me have to lay my head down on my desk to muffle the laughter.  Right after I almost spewed Diet Pepsi all over my monitor."

who dressed this guy?

go me! i made it in to work an hour early (despite a frustrating experience at the supermarket. i guess there's a reason they pay those people minimum wage). i may be coming in early more often. no one even pretends to work (like we do in the afternoons).

you can buy the actual gloves actually worn by the actual Ray Park in the actual X-Men movie.

you know that pink stuff you get with sweet and sour pork? anyone know what that's made of?

from TVGuide (print version, which i can't link to, unless e-book sales really take off):

"How do you know that? My sweatshops do really well."
-Kathie Lee Gifford, joking at a press conference when a reporter assumed that Regis Philbin was richer and paid the bill at a recent dinner with Gifford.

ah! it's my first computer! i loved this thing. 5K of RAM. 5K!

Obsolete Computer Museum
[obsolescence by Tin Man]

i (dead link) too received an email from (dead link) The Tin Man. he was one of the blogs Dean pointed out a few weeks ago that i've been keeping an eye on. go take a look at him and tell him i said hi.

Horoscope for today:
SCORPIO Slow down and find where to live and with whom. If single, you could encounter your future mate. If married, an addition to the family is not too far off.

considering the discussion i had a few hours ago with my best mate Brian, this is oddly coincidental.

i've been telling people for years that the Girl Scouts were a bad thing. i have this whole Girl Scout/Nazi Conspiracy that i've actually become known for in some circles ("Hey, there's that terrence guy. Chris told me about this Girl Scout theory he has... he's a real flake.").

mounting evidence will prove me right though: Girl Scouts lose $860,000
[Conspiracy exposed by Lots of Co]

it's not about banning drivers from using cell phones. they just need the headset/speaker thingie to use them while driving. i think it's a good idea. i'm tired of nearly being hit by people who are talking on their cell phone, people who won't check their blind spots before changing lanes because they're holding their cell phone to their ear. they should all be burned at the stake.

i will admit, though, that i nearly caused an accident once because i drove by a house that had a gingko tree in the front yard. (i guess you'd have to be a botanist in Oklahoma to understand me on that)

so here i am at working, looking over a report, when i see the name Hank Greenberg. since the report is sports related, i know that it is the baseball player Hank Greenberg.

wowzers! you might be thinking. terrence knows something about a baseball player from the '30's! how butch!

but no, there are no butch tissues in this body. Hank Greenberg is mentioned in a song from the musical Falsettos.

i'm such a queen.

heh. two days earlier than planned, Squatter's out of my cubical. yippee! now i can take naps again, and put my feet up on my desk, and i don't have to smell his nasty cologne all day!

everyone's invited to a celebration at my house tonight.

how exactly do Saints receive their patronage assignments? i always thought it had something to do with what they'd done in life (e.g., i thought that, when it is said that Saint So-and-So is patron of goat herders, it is because he or she was a goat herder). i see that i am wrong about this by the proposal to make St. Isidore the patron of Internet Users , and i'm fairly certain Isidore didn't own a computer (and if he did, it'd probably be a Mac anyway. eeg!).

how does the Saint feel about this? he's sitting there in Heaven, doing whatever it is Saints do up there when they aren't the Patron of anything, then suddenly people are asking him to bless their modem? did anyone ask him if it was okay to invoke his name for more accurate Google searches?

i think i'd be a little irritated if i were him, maybe do something like cause the Vatican some some server problems, or change all their passwords, just to teach them a lesson.
[this entry is a blessing of sturtle]
(no offense to Catholics intended. i'm not a Blasphemer, but i play one on TV)

listening to a Broadway Gold webradio station, i believe i just heard "Memory" from Cats crossed with the theme to Little House on the Prairie, with some Man of La Mancha thrown in at the end, prompting me to return to a current events station.

speaking of Man of La Mancha, was the John Lithgow version of the Don Quixote tale a musical? hasn't Lithgow done musicals before? IMDb also lists Vanessa L. Williams in the cast (i have trouble keeping Vanessa L. and Vanessa A. sorted. which one is the singer/dancer?)

the first eight business days are the busiest days of the month for my department, yet for the 2nd day in a row, i have almost nothing to do. plenty of time to surf and blog, yes?

i just saw a woman in the corridor wearing a denim jacket with a large image of Spawn embroidered on the back. it was a rather nifty little image, and i was admiring it, until she began talking to herself and laughing at something she'd said to herself. i tried to back off before she noticed i was walking behind her, but she turned and saw me, and gave a big, tooth-missing grin. she frightened me.

Millennium to go the big screen? this would be cool. i liked that show, and i like Lance Henriksen's character.

anyone have any experience with Sea Monkeys? would they be worth having?

i took the Gender Test that (dead link) Rich linked to. i came out right in the middle of their little range, so... i am either a man or a woman.

yuck! my chocolate soy milk had clumps in it. not appetizing.

"South Park" Guys Back Off Bush Kids

i would have left it in, for no reason other than the fact that i'm very Anti-Bush (the Dubya's lineage, and the... wait... PG13, this is PG13...)
[link allocated by I Shoot With My Mind]

Scorpio Monday, February 5, 2001

You are at the height of your intellectual powers today, so use them to your advantage! If there's something you've been wanting, this is the day to go for it, so what are you waiting for?

ah yes... there is something i've been wanting (besides that Army Ranger guy i saw yesterday. très grrr!). today is the day that i begin working on getting the Squatter out of my cube. the plan is not complex, and involves less intellect than manipulation, but the goal is for him to be gone by the end of the week.

see, i thought i could tolerate him being here. for the most part, i can ignore him when he talks about his kids, or sports, or his truck, and i come across as Focused-On-My-Work instead of rude.

but, this morning, i came in to work earlier than normal, so that i could leave a little earlier today. Squatter, who has been getting here half an hour earlier than i, sees me arrive at the same time he did, and says, "Trying to keep up with the new guy, huh? Worried about something?"

times like that make me wish that this reality was a computer simulation so i can leap across the cubical and kick his ass through the wall.

"nope. just making sure you understand the job all right. it's not difficult, but some people have... trouble..."

through squinted eyes, he sizes me up. since this isn't The Matrix and i can't kick him through the wall, i lean back and watch him with cold disinterest.

"i think i have it." he says. he turns to leave.

"ok then. but i'll keep checking up on you." he hesitates slightly, and i swear i can see him tense up a bit, but he doesn't say anything. he just leaves.

ha ha! round one goes to me!

sadly, i'm beginning to enjoy this. it's the most exciting thing to happen around here since the power went off for a few minutes back in early December.

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*

so now i have to go update my links? grrr! why do people insist on making me do things!?!

Rich is (dead link) smokin' crack again. i don't think the Macintosh advertisement is all that clever (none of the nominees are though). i think Rich is an example of why people should never touch a Mac. you'll end up brainwashed into supporting them, no matter what (maybe that's what the 1984 ad really meant). :)

the nominees suck. when you're spending all your money on the air time, i guess you don't have much left for quality. i've seen better commercials during mid-December prime time, when everything around it is either reruns or crappy Christmas programming.

ok, so here's the chant on things between mikey and me:

tuesday night, he returned my phone call from last weekend. we talked briefly, but spent most of the time in silence, both of us unsure of what to say.

wednesday night, he called again. that time was better. we were actually able to talk for a while, and even moved beyond talk of The Argument into idle chit chat ("how was your day?" and so forth). before hanging up, he asked if i'd have dinner with him on Thursday night, so that we could talk.

done.

last night, we managed not to talk about what had happened in the previous week, and instead talked about what we would like to have happen over the coming weeks. so far, we've agreed to this:

• we didn't like breaking up, so we're overturning that decision.
• Coupleness (i'll make up words if i want. bite me) will not be reinstated fully to its Before Argument status. there will be limitations:
  1. much, MUCH less time will be spent together.
  2. i will never mention his family again.
  3. he'll stop being so goddamn grouchy after work.
  4. i'll stop being so goddamn chipper after watching Buffy.
  5. he will no longer feel pressured or obligated because of some glib gibe i've made.
  6. i will cut down on the number of glib gibes i make.

we were unable to reach any further accord because he had other promises to keep. the negotiations were postponed until tonight.

until a few minutes ago, i was reading various political news stories, articles, and editorials, and i'm feeling a bit slimey now. actually, things last night weren't so formal. we had a pleasant dinner, with the conversation alternating between talking out our situation and discussing the cute waiter. after dinner, he took me home, walked me to the door, and kissed me goodnight. he left, and i crept cat-like up the stairs and into my room so my roommate wouldn't know i was home.

so... um... that's all.

on Valentine's Day, TV Land, the Classic TV channel, is airing a block of programming they're calling "Great TV Duos."

a person (those of us who own a television, anyway) will think to himself, 'classic tv... Valentine's Day.... must be some episodes of The Honeymooners, The Dick Van Dyke Show, and I Love Lucy. and they're all there.

so, Classic TV + Valentine's Day = television's Great Couples. right?

The Odd Couple is showing in this block also. are Tony Randall and Jack Klugman one of television's Great Couples?

eh, this gives me something to do at work today.

Police officers and emergency medical technicians were unable to detect any signs of life."

they probably just nudged her in the side and said, "hey?"
[link from Contrasts.net]

the Cherokee Nation Courthouse grounds isn't "Indian Country"?

the price of a comfortable life is Banality. prepare for the coming Endless Winter, when the fires of Wonder and Imagination are snuffed.

heh. this one got me..
[link taken from the Brandlands]

someone, please make the Taco Bell commercials go away. the new one's even worse.

bring back the chihuahua!

they've got it all worked out.

please just let me visit. often.

Jean wrote a nice recap of Buffy. i won't even attempt anything like that, so if you missed Buffy or Angel, go look there.

my big problem for last night was with Angel. Wesley and Gunn go into battle against a stooping-over-in-the-twenty-feet-tall-sewers, two-head, fire-"breathing," evil, mean, nasty creature, and Angel... embarrasses some attorneys.

way to be the badass righter of wrongs, Angel.

since Wesley, Gunn and Cordy are keeping the agency going, i wonder how long it'll be before they have to hunt Angel.

Buffy! not only did she kick some ass (as always), she also put her foot down to the Coucil, restored Giles to the Watchers, defended the Scoobies, and made an old man whimper like the bitch he is. and she had a big sword. much more effective than saying "shut the f--- up!" (look! i'm censoring!)

go go Buffy! go go Buffy! go go Buffy!

Spike, after smarting off and such, was as much the big, soft-hearted teddy bear as ever, and Buffy, by taking her family to him, shows that she trusts Spike much more than she lets on (i'll bet he's all a twitter). but, i don't really want them together, because the writers would be tempted to do something tragic to the couple, like stake Spike. we can't have that.

summary: Buffy kicks. Angel bites.

personally, i'm not into democracy. my thought on the matter is that we should scrap our system of government, and declare me Emperor. for those who don't like to think (i.e. straight party voters), this would be a great thing for you. i'd still hold elections periodically, but i'd be the only candidate for both parties. every second election, i'd even nominate myself as a third party candidate too, just to stir things up.

i could stage partisan gridlock for you, and filibuster my own legislative proposals, then declare a few laws that i've passed are unconstitutional. i'd refuse to enforce some laws on moral grounds. heck, i'd even impeach myself a few times (yet, as the sole member of the Senate, i'd acquit myself everytime). i could make sure things continue along just the way they are, but i'd save everyone the trouble of electing and paying politicians.

why can't i have a job where i don't have to interact with anyone? co-workers really piss me off.

someone over at Global Conquest needs to change the color scheme. it hurts to try to read the page.

unfortunately, while there, i followed the Cute Stuff link to something so cute that i wanted to vomit.

ok, i finally motivated myself into going back to my old page at blogspot and posting a link back to here. i know you're all relieved.

i also cleaned my room. i've been talking about doing it for almost three months. i moved all of the piles of books off of the floor and piled them neatly onto my bookcases, neatly lined up the manuals for my computer games, and cleaned out my filing cabinent so that it may be used for the purpose it was intended to fulfill (i.e., filing).

tonight, i will begin cleaning out my desk and throwing away all the junk i seem to collect in it (like the little scratchy Kansas State Lottery things that i bought and scratched a year and a half ago, or the 400-packet strong collection of soy sauces from area Chinese eateries).

later this week, i will tackle my closet, which still contains clothing i haven't worn in 2 or 3 years, and clothing i've never worn. i will throw out many of the boxes from computer games and peripherals that i have collected over the last year.

i will find a better way to display all of my Gengar memorabilia.

i get productive when i don't have a boyfriend.

i was playing Vampire:The Masquerade - Redemption last night, and my character found a chainsaw. it wasn't very effective as a weapon, but it made me happy to imagine my character was Bruce Campbell in Army of Darkness.

"She taunts him in that deliciously wicked way. He sets her on fire."

scifi.ign.com's review of last week's Angel.

someone here in the office is wearing WAY too much floral perfume/body spray/mouthwash (whatever it is). it's so strong it's making my stomache hurt. yuck.

i just took a look at my counter at Sitemeter, and it says that i've actually lost hits. i guess some people decided they didn't like my blog after all, so they're taking back previous visits.

as if clowns weren't frightening enough already.
[gracias to the emergency society for the link]

"...anticipated that the security [at the Bush inauguration] would cost $4 million -- $1.7 million more than budgeted" .

it figures.

a brief nap and a hug can do wonders. now, i can concentrate on my work, and i actually have a desire to blog.

(dead link) holler, holler, holler

"Scientists have shown that the moon is moving away at a tiny yet measurable distance from the earth every year. If you do the math, you can calculate that 85 million years ago the moon was orbiting the earth at a distance of about 35 feet from the earth's surface. This would explain the death of the dinosaurs. The tallest ones, anyway."

a referral from j O n n O and some quick investigation lead to the discovery that i am listed under his links page. thank you, sir!

now, everyone go visit the nawlins guy.