I haven't decided if I am hormonal or a slut.
I will blame this mindless contemplation on my attempt to relax and extreme head congestion. A week off work, no worries, a little sniffle, and BOOM....issues galore. Last night, I indulged in a trashy, brain cell busting, and body image cracking read of Glamour magazine, and now I'm anguished over lack of sex. Actually had a long drawn out inner dialogue over possibility of sex with midget manwhore or other denizens of nastyassville. Now I'm thoroughly upset with my desperate lunatic urges.
Must find a good man and establish a bonafide relationship to justify crazy animal lust. Must remember dignity and disease.
12.28.2003
12.26.2003
Have been sucked into megalomania.....bwahahaha!
Once upon a time, there was a little queendom named Geeez.
Once upon a time, there was a little queendom named Geeez.
12.23.2003
My Seattle trip:
Most people go to Seattle for all the cheesy tourist attractions, like the Space Needle, the Monorail, and the Pike Place Fish Market (the one where they throw the fish around). And I'm guilty of cheese too. Actually, the market was really cool, and I got to order a cafe latte in the original Starbucks there.
BUT the coolest thing ever was the Experience Music Project--the melting-smashed-guitars-a-la-Bilbao music museum. It's huge and had a special exhibition on punk and grunge scene in Seattle (lots of Kurt Cobain love, too much in fact). AND on the second floor was my favorite part--a sound lab that contained booths that taught you how to play and let you play around with acoustic guitars, electric guitars and basses, drum sets and keyboards, and let you record vocals. Oh, I so need an electric guitar and distortion pedals. The power chord root 6 is mine.
Most people go to Seattle for all the cheesy tourist attractions, like the Space Needle, the Monorail, and the Pike Place Fish Market (the one where they throw the fish around). And I'm guilty of cheese too. Actually, the market was really cool, and I got to order a cafe latte in the original Starbucks there.
BUT the coolest thing ever was the Experience Music Project--the melting-smashed-guitars-a-la-Bilbao music museum. It's huge and had a special exhibition on punk and grunge scene in Seattle (lots of Kurt Cobain love, too much in fact). AND on the second floor was my favorite part--a sound lab that contained booths that taught you how to play and let you play around with acoustic guitars, electric guitars and basses, drum sets and keyboards, and let you record vocals. Oh, I so need an electric guitar and distortion pedals. The power chord root 6 is mine.
Oh, and another thing about homoeroticism in LOTR....I think I read somewhere that Tolkien based a lot of the horrific war/wasted countryside scenes on his experience in the World War (example: the Dead Marshes). Maybe the companions' uncomfortable closeness is Tolkien's take on male bonding during wartime.
My counter-blog on Munkeigh's review of Tolkien's LOTR: ROTK (geek code for "3rd and coolest eye candy epic sequel"):
First, this is not the bestest film ever created. This is not the pure embodiment of all things great in cinematic adaptation. I know this and I'm not arguing otherwise. But it's better than the first and second parts, and that's rare, especially in the movies (see Godfather III, that's all I need to say).
I want to write as someone who has read all the Ring books, including the appendices, the Hobbit, but not dorky enough to read the Silmarillion. The films and Peter Jackson have done an EXCELLENT job of adapting the book, putting enough detail and main plot lines to get the feel of the stories and the necessary closure. And Munkeigh's main problems with the movie were problems with the book and Tolkien's unoriginal, antifeminist plot.
The book was written in 1965, by an old British man. I suspect that he wasn't part of the emerging feminist movement. He probably revelled in the mod miniskirts of the time. The book is a glorification of war, destruction, good vs. evil, and all things manly. Therefore, there weren't many female characters, but I'd like to point out two good ones (1) Galadriel--a strong, powerful, and mysterious female character and (2) Eowyn--courageous, strong, and nurturing. As for Arwen, she's insipid, but far less than she was in the book.
I am not going to argue for Tolkien's grand originality. He wasn't original at all, but most writers are not. He did a good job of mixing the mythological creatures, their characteristics, and other such archetypes into a complex and exciting plot. And that's what makes his book broad-reaching and interesting...a basis in the familiar, but with a twist. Tolkien was not the imaginative genius some reviewers have put him to be, but they also think the Matrix plot is new and mind boggling. Bridget Jones was a huge hit too, even though it's practically a modern Pride and Prejudice, complete with Colin Firth. I don't think the normal moviegoer realized this either.
As for the Joss Whedon comparison...as if you can compare. Of course Joss comes out as more developed, but he wasn't out to write a straight good vs. evil story. He was intending from the start to question the lines of good and evil, unlike Tolkien.
Last bits:
1. Everyone wanted to control the mystic ring (feminine symbol), but they couldn't, they weren't strong enough. Ha.
2. Homoeroticism....lots of man/hobbit/elf/dwarf love. Shouldn't we be revelling in the acceptance of the "feminine" aspects of feeling, love, and caring into male characters? Why should we be uncomfortable?
3. By the way, Eowyn's complete tromping of the Wraith King is almost verbatim from the book. Her role was not exaggerated or forced into the plot. And I argue that her fight was not pointless. Sure, Thedon died, but by killing the Wraith King, she brought down the command line and chaos in the enemy ensued, bringing an end to the battle.
First, this is not the bestest film ever created. This is not the pure embodiment of all things great in cinematic adaptation. I know this and I'm not arguing otherwise. But it's better than the first and second parts, and that's rare, especially in the movies (see Godfather III, that's all I need to say).
I want to write as someone who has read all the Ring books, including the appendices, the Hobbit, but not dorky enough to read the Silmarillion. The films and Peter Jackson have done an EXCELLENT job of adapting the book, putting enough detail and main plot lines to get the feel of the stories and the necessary closure. And Munkeigh's main problems with the movie were problems with the book and Tolkien's unoriginal, antifeminist plot.
The book was written in 1965, by an old British man. I suspect that he wasn't part of the emerging feminist movement. He probably revelled in the mod miniskirts of the time. The book is a glorification of war, destruction, good vs. evil, and all things manly. Therefore, there weren't many female characters, but I'd like to point out two good ones (1) Galadriel--a strong, powerful, and mysterious female character and (2) Eowyn--courageous, strong, and nurturing. As for Arwen, she's insipid, but far less than she was in the book.
I am not going to argue for Tolkien's grand originality. He wasn't original at all, but most writers are not. He did a good job of mixing the mythological creatures, their characteristics, and other such archetypes into a complex and exciting plot. And that's what makes his book broad-reaching and interesting...a basis in the familiar, but with a twist. Tolkien was not the imaginative genius some reviewers have put him to be, but they also think the Matrix plot is new and mind boggling. Bridget Jones was a huge hit too, even though it's practically a modern Pride and Prejudice, complete with Colin Firth. I don't think the normal moviegoer realized this either.
As for the Joss Whedon comparison...as if you can compare. Of course Joss comes out as more developed, but he wasn't out to write a straight good vs. evil story. He was intending from the start to question the lines of good and evil, unlike Tolkien.
Last bits:
1. Everyone wanted to control the mystic ring (feminine symbol), but they couldn't, they weren't strong enough. Ha.
2. Homoeroticism....lots of man/hobbit/elf/dwarf love. Shouldn't we be revelling in the acceptance of the "feminine" aspects of feeling, love, and caring into male characters? Why should we be uncomfortable?
3. By the way, Eowyn's complete tromping of the Wraith King is almost verbatim from the book. Her role was not exaggerated or forced into the plot. And I argue that her fight was not pointless. Sure, Thedon died, but by killing the Wraith King, she brought down the command line and chaos in the enemy ensued, bringing an end to the battle.
12.17.2003
Off to cold wet Seattle (yay!!).
Itinerary:
Fly off at the crack of dawn.
Try to not get sick on the plane.
Buy tiny umbrella at O'Hare airport because I always forget something.
Land, check into hotel, and wait for the Special Sauce to arrive.
Tour like a mad fiend.
Shop and drink lots of coffee.
Feel all grungy and cool.
Fly back in time for day of skeeball with Munkeigh.
I cannot complain. My life is good.
Itinerary:
Fly off at the crack of dawn.
Try to not get sick on the plane.
Buy tiny umbrella at O'Hare airport because I always forget something.
Land, check into hotel, and wait for the Special Sauce to arrive.
Tour like a mad fiend.
Shop and drink lots of coffee.
Feel all grungy and cool.
Fly back in time for day of skeeball with Munkeigh.
I cannot complain. My life is good.
12.15.2003
12.11.2003
May I reiterate that I am thoroughly tired of the gross men. Just received an email from a nasty Marine. I think that normally Marines are cool and worthy of my respect, but not when one writes me a 100,000-word dissertation on how much he works out, how looks are what really matters, and how he loves dinner by candlelight and is NOT controlling AT ALL. Generally proving to me that he's making up for something and has ISSUES. Note to sad Sir: if you have to start every other paragraph with "are you still with me," I have already run far far away.
UGH!!! I need to bathe. I feel so dirty.
I really miss the celibate monks. At least they are considerate, intelligent, and clean.
UGH!!! I need to bathe. I feel so dirty.
I really miss the celibate monks. At least they are considerate, intelligent, and clean.
Maybe on the edge of the great chasm of depression. Got Buffy Season 5 today and don't feel like watching it for fear of crying over deaths of imaginary TV characters. Can't wait until Season 6 when true depression will run rampant. Other possible reasons for listlessness:
Holidays.
General suckage of the human race, especially exposed during the holidays.
Self-loathing.
Discovery of someone scarily very much like me, but apprehension and embarrassment for the loserness of him.
Full moon.
Meat market of a dating scene.
Scads of gross men in uniform.
Pitiful desperate response to gross dating scene.
Hard work for naught (but for the highly coveted "meets expectations" designation).
Holidays.
General suckage of the human race, especially exposed during the holidays.
Self-loathing.
Discovery of someone scarily very much like me, but apprehension and embarrassment for the loserness of him.
Full moon.
Meat market of a dating scene.
Scads of gross men in uniform.
Pitiful desperate response to gross dating scene.
Hard work for naught (but for the highly coveted "meets expectations" designation).
12.07.2003
“Just when I thought that I was out, they pull me back in.”
I have revisited almost-forgotten forces of anger and hatred. Am thoroughly "appauled" by the depths of human immorality and stupidity, especially since I had chosen to ignore the blatant scuminess. Will purge blog of any positive references to idiot midget subspecies. Will refrain from throwing nails onto his lawn in hopes of future rusty wounds. Will not fantasize of painful torture involving castration and guitar strings.
Will think positively that karma will set it all right. I just hope the f***** suffers.
I have revisited almost-forgotten forces of anger and hatred. Am thoroughly "appauled" by the depths of human immorality and stupidity, especially since I had chosen to ignore the blatant scuminess. Will purge blog of any positive references to idiot midget subspecies. Will refrain from throwing nails onto his lawn in hopes of future rusty wounds. Will not fantasize of painful torture involving castration and guitar strings.
Will think positively that karma will set it all right. I just hope the f***** suffers.
12.03.2003
I think I have ADD.
Let me explain....when I was thinking about all the work that I'm putting off until tomorrow morning because I am tired and don't care, my cat started howling while I was doing laundry--due to the noise from the machine, I guess. Distracted, I decided to blog. In pondering what I could blog about, I scratched my head, and looked down and saw a blue spot on my thigh. The spot from my pen, jabbed into my leg, desperately trying to stay awake during interviews with the Air Force. Hmm. Blue. Maybe I should apply for that litigation attorney vacancy--that can't be as boring. Damn, the bar. Oh well. I glanced up and saw myself surrounded by all the extraneous books, photo albums, file folders, and yearbooks that don't fit on my bookshelves. I need more bookshelves I think, while I yell at my cat for howling. And then I thought mmm, chocolate doughnuts, and tried to hold off from going downstairs and eating the cookies I baked yesterday. I scratched my hand absently and realized that I never put a bandaid on that finger that I cut earlier today.
Because I forgot.
Oh, and having recurring thoughts of jumping the pharmacy counter at my local Target to give my Asian pharmacist a hug just because he's so damn cute. How rare is that? A non-midget Asian? Oh, wait. Me.
Let me explain....when I was thinking about all the work that I'm putting off until tomorrow morning because I am tired and don't care, my cat started howling while I was doing laundry--due to the noise from the machine, I guess. Distracted, I decided to blog. In pondering what I could blog about, I scratched my head, and looked down and saw a blue spot on my thigh. The spot from my pen, jabbed into my leg, desperately trying to stay awake during interviews with the Air Force. Hmm. Blue. Maybe I should apply for that litigation attorney vacancy--that can't be as boring. Damn, the bar. Oh well. I glanced up and saw myself surrounded by all the extraneous books, photo albums, file folders, and yearbooks that don't fit on my bookshelves. I need more bookshelves I think, while I yell at my cat for howling. And then I thought mmm, chocolate doughnuts, and tried to hold off from going downstairs and eating the cookies I baked yesterday. I scratched my hand absently and realized that I never put a bandaid on that finger that I cut earlier today.
Because I forgot.
Oh, and having recurring thoughts of jumping the pharmacy counter at my local Target to give my Asian pharmacist a hug just because he's so damn cute. How rare is that? A non-midget Asian? Oh, wait. Me.
12.01.2003
Finally getting into the spirit of the season and making gifts lists, shopping, and putting up tree and decorations!! Just had to finish Thanksgiving first (considering most people don't). The only thing I'm really concerned about (other than lack of time and money, as always) is my psycho monkey cat using the tree as her diabolical launching pad to further terrorize my round bear cat. Nothing like coming home to an overturned Christmas tree.
As for the counseling I've been doing on the side, urgh. What draws these crazies to me??? Damn that psychology degree. Issues do not a man make.
As for the counseling I've been doing on the side, urgh. What draws these crazies to me??? Damn that psychology degree. Issues do not a man make.
11.28.2003
11.25.2003
11.17.2003
Ooof. I dreamt last night that I was trying to be shot repeatedly and kept out of gunfire by hiding behind an office chair. Lots of uncomfortable squatting and dodging. I don't know the true implications of this dream, given that I would probably be the shooter, not the shootee, but I did wake up with hopes of a new life. Breakfast in the morning that doesn't consist of Diet Coke and a multivitamin. Work without procrastination. Dealing with stressful situations with ease and nonchalance. Exercise at the gym that is ripping me off as we speak.
Instead, I drink too much coffee in the morning with that good breakfast, have too much to do and too little time to procrastinate, give myself a stress headache, and stuff myself with Thai food at lunch. But I still have plans for the gym, by god. They can't take that away from me.
Instead, I drink too much coffee in the morning with that good breakfast, have too much to do and too little time to procrastinate, give myself a stress headache, and stuff myself with Thai food at lunch. But I still have plans for the gym, by god. They can't take that away from me.
11.14.2003
Went to see Magic Flute and expected much repetition a la Mozart. Also expected mothball smelling older women with helmet hair. Instead, I was surprised to see *ding dong*. Luckily for Munkeigh, he ended up sitting beside me so she could appear to be talking to me while staring at his perfection. Sigh. Well, the repetitive arias went on for about eternity (virtue and love, virtue and love, virtue and love, lalala), and I was fighting the urge to sleep. But there could be no snoozing with *ding dong* on my right--I would have woken up in his lap. :)
11.11.2003
I will not pull a R****. I will not take the easy path and go back when I should prevail with the shitty dating scene. At least my experiences have taught me to take this rejection less personally. God, I hate this.
But I have a plan, money and time willing--I will start taking Taekwondo classes in the nicer younger areas of my town. I always wanted to kick ass, I need motivation to exercise, and I will be following the Alaska theory of opportunities (more guys take martial arts classes, it's good to be the only female). Calculated? Yes, thanks to my more strategic and materialistic friends. Maybe this way, I'll avoid the sailors.
But I have a plan, money and time willing--I will start taking Taekwondo classes in the nicer younger areas of my town. I always wanted to kick ass, I need motivation to exercise, and I will be following the Alaska theory of opportunities (more guys take martial arts classes, it's good to be the only female). Calculated? Yes, thanks to my more strategic and materialistic friends. Maybe this way, I'll avoid the sailors.
11.08.2003
11.06.2003
11.03.2003
All is well, my pumpkin was carved, I have lots of candy leftover (mmm, reese peanut butter cups!), and have camera phone in hand. Although I feel as if the past weekend sucked the life out of me, a lot of things have been clarified:
1) I am not lame. Drunk 25-year-old single guys ignoring girls bouncing on a trampoline to play Asshole and Hero Clix are lame.
2) Teachers drink A LOT. And they spit.
3) The Williamsburgian khaki cardboard has finally left my system. I will glorify regressed fashion of kilt and weezer shirt.
4) I have successfully learned how to disguise my dislike with a smile.
5) All Pauls are little f****.
1) I am not lame. Drunk 25-year-old single guys ignoring girls bouncing on a trampoline to play Asshole and Hero Clix are lame.
2) Teachers drink A LOT. And they spit.
3) The Williamsburgian khaki cardboard has finally left my system. I will glorify regressed fashion of kilt and weezer shirt.
4) I have successfully learned how to disguise my dislike with a smile.
5) All Pauls are little f****.
11.01.2003
Usually, I'm not the school spirited sort, more like the "f*** the administration" type--but it is homecoming and I will travel to visit the friends I still have from my hellish college years. Hellish but fun.
My good bud is having a Halloween party/other boring people get together and is going to be wearing her typical anglosaxon wench outfit. I decided to forgo the goth girl/gargoyle costume I've been sporting for the last few days and be the punk rocker I always wanted to be. Just lacking the electric guitar (and felt very tempted to call up someone so that I could borrow his. I held back of course.) Anywho, I put on the outfit this morning to test it out, and I feel remarkably comfortable in my kilt, weezer shirt, boots, and crazy studded jewelry. Now I just need my hair in anime pigtails and pink hairspray. Kinda look like a young Japanese weezer fan. Sick, sick, sick. But fun.
Also--decided to buy camera phone. Need camera phone!!!
My good bud is having a Halloween party/other boring people get together and is going to be wearing her typical anglosaxon wench outfit. I decided to forgo the goth girl/gargoyle costume I've been sporting for the last few days and be the punk rocker I always wanted to be. Just lacking the electric guitar (and felt very tempted to call up someone so that I could borrow his. I held back of course.) Anywho, I put on the outfit this morning to test it out, and I feel remarkably comfortable in my kilt, weezer shirt, boots, and crazy studded jewelry. Now I just need my hair in anime pigtails and pink hairspray. Kinda look like a young Japanese weezer fan. Sick, sick, sick. But fun.
Also--decided to buy camera phone. Need camera phone!!!
10.31.2003
At work, distressed over whole pumpkin. And the need for some kickin boots. When will I find time to devote to the important things in life??
This Halloween week, I've been so busy that my unmade jack o'lantern sits in my kitchen, unmolested and completely not scary. I had time last night, but not the energy to butcher the squash. Now, I have to rush my creation (bwa-ha-ha!!). Am completely unhappy.
Also, I figured out what I have been missing lately--a nice pair of boots to drop kick my funk (and a couple of idiots along the way). And, they would add that finishing touch to my angel of death outfit. Need boots now.
This Halloween week, I've been so busy that my unmade jack o'lantern sits in my kitchen, unmolested and completely not scary. I had time last night, but not the energy to butcher the squash. Now, I have to rush my creation (bwa-ha-ha!!). Am completely unhappy.
Also, I figured out what I have been missing lately--a nice pair of boots to drop kick my funk (and a couple of idiots along the way). And, they would add that finishing touch to my angel of death outfit. Need boots now.
10.27.2003
I've been having a lot of fits of hysterical laughter lately....
New one--you can get a whole set of gold teeth here.
HAHAHAHAHHA!!!
New one--you can get a whole set of gold teeth here.
HAHAHAHAHHA!!!
10.24.2003
Cannot stop laughing about most recent email from sketchy man. As a joke, my friend wrote up a blunt and true match.com personal ad for me. Have gotten hits galore. This one being the best of the lot, from my admirer, also known as "striperjunkie":
Subject: hmmmmm!
thats a freaky write up girl!!!
rocky
As his profile says, it's all about the fishing.
Subject: hmmmmm!
thats a freaky write up girl!!!
rocky
As his profile says, it's all about the fishing.
10.23.2003
OK, complete reversal of my bad habits at once is a big bite of difficult. So, I will continue to work on my impatience, anger, and anxiety, and will try to be more laid back, as I have been trying for years (as those of you can attest that I'm better than I used to be). I will sleep because that's not really too hard. I will try and get out more, which will help with the hermit-ness. However, I will postpone my efforts on ending my justifications in life (my psych degree just won't let me), catering to my obsessive nature, and hating people in general. It's good to have something to rely on in life, and I so rely on my compulsions and disappointment in people, it makes for more pleasant surprises.
10.22.2003
I've decided that today will the start of a new life. I will no longer continue my Type A symptoms (impatience, anger, anxiety), cater to my obsessive nature, feed my depression through too much Sims (my Sims guy went up in flames, I mourned) and too little sleep, be the hermit I've been, try and discern patterns in life to make justification easier, and hate people in general. I will try to meet new people, attempt those things I've always wanted to do and stick with them, be more laid back, and be more communicative.
Oh, this is going to be hard.
Oh, this is going to be hard.
It isn't easy being blue.
I have a co-worker from Kentucky (he's not blue), but he describes such strange sub-species of Kentuckians....it's like Lord of the Rings there. We're just waiting to hear about the dwarfs who have lived generations in the mines.
I have a co-worker from Kentucky (he's not blue), but he describes such strange sub-species of Kentuckians....it's like Lord of the Rings there. We're just waiting to hear about the dwarfs who have lived generations in the mines.
10.11.2003
Had a strange dream last night of cleaning out fridge with my best friend, then going on a driveby and zoning out so badly that I ended up in Boston at 7am, gliding into downtown on fumes. While searching for a gas station that wasn't getting held up, I came across a group of guys, early 20s, skateboarding around this really complex dirt track they had built at a demolition site. Decided to forgo finding fuel and join the guys. Had the time of my life.
Hmm, my own obvious interpretation:
I absolutely hate cleaning out the fridge. It's a metaphor for opening up/fighting with my friend about my jealousies and paranoia. To escape this yucky experience, I go on my typical drive and end up in Boston--the place I always wish to go when I really want to get away. However, I realize that this is not practical and by the time I get there, my escapism urge and anger will have gone away. Now I'm stuck in scary repercussions for escaping instead of confronting my problems, I desperately try to find a way to get back on track with life. Instead, I get distracted by young punks and decide to just wing it and have fun. Hmmm, my mind is made up.
Any other interpretations?
Hmm, my own obvious interpretation:
I absolutely hate cleaning out the fridge. It's a metaphor for opening up/fighting with my friend about my jealousies and paranoia. To escape this yucky experience, I go on my typical drive and end up in Boston--the place I always wish to go when I really want to get away. However, I realize that this is not practical and by the time I get there, my escapism urge and anger will have gone away. Now I'm stuck in scary repercussions for escaping instead of confronting my problems, I desperately try to find a way to get back on track with life. Instead, I get distracted by young punks and decide to just wing it and have fun. Hmmm, my mind is made up.
Any other interpretations?
10.10.2003
Am very bitter about life. Watched Madame Butterfly and left the opera crushingly sad and internally bitching out Pinkerton as the crap ass motherfucker that he is. Saw him as the paradigm of the men in my life recently....self-centered and cowardly. Let's just let her figure it out herself...oh sad stupid girl for believing it will all work out in the end.
Will release anger through song....just finished "men...and their sales" and moving onward to "midget manwhores (the oompa loompa song)"
Yes, good plan.
Will release anger through song....just finished "men...and their sales" and moving onward to "midget manwhores (the oompa loompa song)"
Yes, good plan.
10.08.2003
9.30.2003
9.29.2003
OK, maybe I jumped the gun a little. He and I will be discussing our "separation" this weekend and we'll be having a heart to heart, face to face (novel idea, since we've been on different continents for almost three years). At least, my mind is more balanced than it was two nights ago. I still feel very "grey street." <--random DMB reference
9.28.2003
Nothing like getting dumped to ruin a weekend. And make you reassess the last 4+ years. Now I feel very low, stupid, ugly, and hopeless. Obviously, my theory of patience and low-maintenance in a relationship was a load of crap and completely ineffective. Will I ever find a man who loves me enough to make space in his life for me?
9.23.2003
Want to empty head.
I don't know what jump-started my allergies, but my head is now about 10 pounds heavier, my ears keep popping, and I had to prop myself up to breath last night. Sucks.
And to top it off, while everyone else in my office gets a day off, due to lack of power/telephone/computer, my team of hard working crazy people set up a meeting where there is power and computers to talk about the budget. As if that's important.
Argh.
I don't know what jump-started my allergies, but my head is now about 10 pounds heavier, my ears keep popping, and I had to prop myself up to breath last night. Sucks.
And to top it off, while everyone else in my office gets a day off, due to lack of power/telephone/computer, my team of hard working crazy people set up a meeting where there is power and computers to talk about the budget. As if that's important.
Argh.
9.20.2003
Someone's been reminding me to update my blog.
Umm...hurricane. Have other things on my mind like life, falling trees, and leaky roofs.
Luckily, my paranoid must-prepare-in-case-of-nuclear-fallout skills came into play and only had to buy 2 gallons of emergency drinking water and peanut butter, otherwise I was set. And I still got the condescending smirk from beer and pork product buyers in local grocery store. Oh, go play in the 7-10 foot surge and die, supercilious bastards.
Anywho, everything turned out OK, just a little water damage and a little guilt for being in the 10% of the city that has power. And for disregarding water conservation (ignorance of the law is no excuse, I know) and doing laundry (towels and blankets that prevented more water damage, I swear). At least I was a good citizen and raked the leaves and tree branches out of the gutters.
Umm...hurricane. Have other things on my mind like life, falling trees, and leaky roofs.
Luckily, my paranoid must-prepare-in-case-of-nuclear-fallout skills came into play and only had to buy 2 gallons of emergency drinking water and peanut butter, otherwise I was set. And I still got the condescending smirk from beer and pork product buyers in local grocery store. Oh, go play in the 7-10 foot surge and die, supercilious bastards.
Anywho, everything turned out OK, just a little water damage and a little guilt for being in the 10% of the city that has power. And for disregarding water conservation (ignorance of the law is no excuse, I know) and doing laundry (towels and blankets that prevented more water damage, I swear). At least I was a good citizen and raked the leaves and tree branches out of the gutters.
9.11.2003
Interesting. I remembered someone once mentioning that if you had a "dropping d" in your handwriting, it was a sign of crazed asocial freak and/or serial killer. Noticed today that my handwriting had a lot of these d's, but hey, I am at work. I admit to understanding how someone can go berserk and start shooting. I, afterall, did you to law school (and yes, lawyers are crazy. If they like law too much, they're crazy; if they hate it but still went to law school, they're crazy. I fall into the second category.)
So, I found this interesting handwriting analysis self-test.
Some tidbits:
"Others, beware... you checked that the letter 'k' in the words 'monkey' or 'make', were larger than the other letters in the words. This is known as the 'go to hell K'. It signifies defiance and resistance to authority. You resent being told what to do and were probably a very rebellious teenager. Entrepreneurs, class clowns, and criminals often have excessive defiance... channel your rebellion carefully!"
"Concerning the letter slant of your sample (slant reveals emotional outlay)... you chose 'Vertical'. You use logical sound judgments to make decisions. You\re ruled by your head, not your heart. You tend to be cool, calm and collected and are good under pressure. In a situation where other people might get hysterical, you have poise. Some may see you as 'detached' or 'unemotional'. It's not that you don't feel emotions, you just have more discernment when and with whom you express your inner most feelings. You keep them inside longer than most people do. (If your writing is very large you can be very social, friendly and talkative, but still emotionally logical.) The first time someone makes you mad, you probably won't say anything. But, you'll mentally put a mark on the wall and keep your mouth shut until they piss you off again and again. Then, BOOM! You'll explode, all that pent-up anger comes pouring out! And, you won't feel any regret at all, because you know they deserved it."
"You love to give your opinion on anything. As a matter of fact, you volunteer your opinion even when it isn't asked for. Because you can't stop the flow of talking, people may refer to you as 'motor-mouth'. You often talk just to hear yourself talk. If you do decide to marry, you might consider someone who's stone deaf."
Well, not psycho, but pretty nasty. Hmmm, must change handwriting.
So, I found this interesting handwriting analysis self-test.
Some tidbits:
"Others, beware... you checked that the letter 'k' in the words 'monkey' or 'make', were larger than the other letters in the words. This is known as the 'go to hell K'. It signifies defiance and resistance to authority. You resent being told what to do and were probably a very rebellious teenager. Entrepreneurs, class clowns, and criminals often have excessive defiance... channel your rebellion carefully!"
"Concerning the letter slant of your sample (slant reveals emotional outlay)... you chose 'Vertical'. You use logical sound judgments to make decisions. You\re ruled by your head, not your heart. You tend to be cool, calm and collected and are good under pressure. In a situation where other people might get hysterical, you have poise. Some may see you as 'detached' or 'unemotional'. It's not that you don't feel emotions, you just have more discernment when and with whom you express your inner most feelings. You keep them inside longer than most people do. (If your writing is very large you can be very social, friendly and talkative, but still emotionally logical.) The first time someone makes you mad, you probably won't say anything. But, you'll mentally put a mark on the wall and keep your mouth shut until they piss you off again and again. Then, BOOM! You'll explode, all that pent-up anger comes pouring out! And, you won't feel any regret at all, because you know they deserved it."
"You love to give your opinion on anything. As a matter of fact, you volunteer your opinion even when it isn't asked for. Because you can't stop the flow of talking, people may refer to you as 'motor-mouth'. You often talk just to hear yourself talk. If you do decide to marry, you might consider someone who's stone deaf."
Well, not psycho, but pretty nasty. Hmmm, must change handwriting.
9.09.2003
Must face the inevitable.
Evaluating oneself is an exercise of pain. Most people would be naturally boastful, but have been beaten by society into humility. Our social conscious is to know that we are great, but be repressed or guilted into not feeling or expressing that, because we should be miserable and lowly. In the end, we then bypass our pride for a more palatable self-loathing.
Why the philosophical bent? The paradox of a "self-assessment." The self-assessment is my evaluation of my work and improvements for the year to be used by my bosses for possibility of a raise. With that simple definition, the more I brag about my accomplishments, the better my chances at getting a raise. The difficulty is that we all have been trained by the world that humility is good and bragging is bad. So, to be a good human, and to be a well-paid human, I need the complicated correct mix of kicking and kissing ass.
We have also had mandatory training on how to write a self-assessment. From what I gleaned, my assessment should have a tone of "I do everything without a single complaint" and "I could be doing better than this shit." Very tricky.
Evaluating oneself is an exercise of pain. Most people would be naturally boastful, but have been beaten by society into humility. Our social conscious is to know that we are great, but be repressed or guilted into not feeling or expressing that, because we should be miserable and lowly. In the end, we then bypass our pride for a more palatable self-loathing.
Why the philosophical bent? The paradox of a "self-assessment." The self-assessment is my evaluation of my work and improvements for the year to be used by my bosses for possibility of a raise. With that simple definition, the more I brag about my accomplishments, the better my chances at getting a raise. The difficulty is that we all have been trained by the world that humility is good and bragging is bad. So, to be a good human, and to be a well-paid human, I need the complicated correct mix of kicking and kissing ass.
We have also had mandatory training on how to write a self-assessment. From what I gleaned, my assessment should have a tone of "I do everything without a single complaint" and "I could be doing better than this shit." Very tricky.
9.08.2003
On the French.
"And so it goes throughout the day. The French people are open, not suspicious. They are self-deprecating, not arrogant. They are almost gallant in their treatment of a stranger. They are defying stereotype.
They are being contrarian. How damnably French of them.
When I am inwardly troubled, I often consult the dead. And so, toward day's end I find myself shuffling alone through historic Montparnasse Cemetery, contemplating the puzzlement that is France. How can I explain this in Tocquevillian terms? The whole country seems paradoxical. The French do not spend money on air conditioning -- in mid-July, Paris is a sweatbox, indoors and out -- yet their underground parking garages pipe in classical music. They are famously resistant to American cultural influences, yet "Charlie's Angels" is their current big movie, and in the subways Hulk Hogan sells Internet service. The French are famously artistic and creative, yet, by indisputable evidence on the radio, they still haven't figured out how to write a competent rock song."
The whole schbang.
"And so it goes throughout the day. The French people are open, not suspicious. They are self-deprecating, not arrogant. They are almost gallant in their treatment of a stranger. They are defying stereotype.
They are being contrarian. How damnably French of them.
When I am inwardly troubled, I often consult the dead. And so, toward day's end I find myself shuffling alone through historic Montparnasse Cemetery, contemplating the puzzlement that is France. How can I explain this in Tocquevillian terms? The whole country seems paradoxical. The French do not spend money on air conditioning -- in mid-July, Paris is a sweatbox, indoors and out -- yet their underground parking garages pipe in classical music. They are famously resistant to American cultural influences, yet "Charlie's Angels" is their current big movie, and in the subways Hulk Hogan sells Internet service. The French are famously artistic and creative, yet, by indisputable evidence on the radio, they still haven't figured out how to write a competent rock song."
The whole schbang.
9.04.2003
Since I'm on the eye-candy vibe....
Just re-watched Desperado, in preparation for Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Have once again proclaimed Antonio Banderas the hottest man alive.
As one of my good friends said when she saw that picture, it's as if you can hear him say "Come, breed with me." OYE.
Too bad he's with that plastic, collagenated, retrofitted, post-prima Barbie. Eh, he looks damn good, but that doesn't account for his taste.
Just re-watched Desperado, in preparation for Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Have once again proclaimed Antonio Banderas the hottest man alive.
As one of my good friends said when she saw that picture, it's as if you can hear him say "Come, breed with me." OYE.
Too bad he's with that plastic, collagenated, retrofitted, post-prima Barbie. Eh, he looks damn good, but that doesn't account for his taste.
9.03.2003
Trying desperately to block out co-worker's rantings on the phone about everything and everyone. If I lived her life, I'd have 15 ulcers by now. Oh, the drama!
Cubicle Truth #1: Everyone can hear you. Shut up. We don't care about your damn wedding.
Cubicle Truth #2: Harmony is key. When you have a door to shut, then you can rightfully piss people off.
Cubicle Truth #3: Backwards as it may seem, the more annoying you are in the cubicles, the longer you stay in them.
Therefore, I will suck it up and plan to be out in a year.
Cubicle Truth #1: Everyone can hear you. Shut up. We don't care about your damn wedding.
Cubicle Truth #2: Harmony is key. When you have a door to shut, then you can rightfully piss people off.
Cubicle Truth #3: Backwards as it may seem, the more annoying you are in the cubicles, the longer you stay in them.
Therefore, I will suck it up and plan to be out in a year.
9.02.2003
9.01.2003
8.29.2003
I feel that I've been very good today:
Refrained from argument with my Republican neo-conservanazi co-workers who spent too much/little synapse flashes pushing to lower gas prices, decrease our national debt, get W reelected, and overall ridicule the "liberal idiot" masses by completely gutting the population of Iraq and using their oil pipelines as payment for us "stabilizing" their country.
Ignored upcoming evaluation similarities to Dilbert cartoon (the coveted "Meets Expectations" award!), and fantasies of beating fax machine a la Office Space.
Ate salad for lunch.
Repressed urge to live as a hermit, forgoing all societal niceties. Found it really hard because really wanted to tell many people to fuck off.
Renewed thoughts of harmony, satisfaction in comparison to sadder situations, and hope for a start of a new day.
Refrained from argument with my Republican neo-conservanazi co-workers who spent too much/little synapse flashes pushing to lower gas prices, decrease our national debt, get W reelected, and overall ridicule the "liberal idiot" masses by completely gutting the population of Iraq and using their oil pipelines as payment for us "stabilizing" their country.
Ignored upcoming evaluation similarities to Dilbert cartoon (the coveted "Meets Expectations" award!), and fantasies of beating fax machine a la Office Space.
Ate salad for lunch.
Repressed urge to live as a hermit, forgoing all societal niceties. Found it really hard because really wanted to tell many people to fuck off.
Renewed thoughts of harmony, satisfaction in comparison to sadder situations, and hope for a start of a new day.
After hearing my rather deaf ex-Air Force pilot coworker yell into his phone, "Now, you're 5 by 5, but a second ago, I only got 1" and had a flashback of Faith on Angel...ah ha! The connection was made:
"This is an old aeronautical radio term. Radio signal strength and clarity were measured on a scale of 1 to 5. Today the term "Loud and Clear" is preferred to "5 by 5".
In slang use "5 by 5" means things are well, good, or as expected."
Go urban dictionary.
"This is an old aeronautical radio term. Radio signal strength and clarity were measured on a scale of 1 to 5. Today the term "Loud and Clear" is preferred to "5 by 5".
In slang use "5 by 5" means things are well, good, or as expected."
Go urban dictionary.
8.26.2003
Have decided to abstain from argument over SUVs. Am argued out. Cannot convince the ignorant and easily-dazzled the importance of the earth over a shiny monster truck.
HOWEVER, I will not put up with any frivolous complaints about bad traffic, parking, taxes, and gas prices. It is your choice, not Saudi Arabia's or OPEC's, to own a tank (aka Hummer) that should be measured in gallons to the mile. You could be driving a Lexus, spending less, helping the economy, and causing less traffic accidents.
And one last thing....coincidence? I think not.
HOWEVER, I will not put up with any frivolous complaints about bad traffic, parking, taxes, and gas prices. It is your choice, not Saudi Arabia's or OPEC's, to own a tank (aka Hummer) that should be measured in gallons to the mile. You could be driving a Lexus, spending less, helping the economy, and causing less traffic accidents.
And one last thing....coincidence? I think not.
8.25.2003
Some days you just feel like stumbling and going mad:
"She was just another cow on a farm -- no name, no brand, no distinguishing features, barely memorable until she stumbled and went mad."
Who knew that Saskatchewan was the place to be for mad cows?
"She was just another cow on a farm -- no name, no brand, no distinguishing features, barely memorable until she stumbled and went mad."
Who knew that Saskatchewan was the place to be for mad cows?
Back to the lion's den...DC, my hell away from home. Especially since they'll probably be closing down the mixing bowl...again. I guess traffic can stop for a few weekends to save some lives of N.Va commuters...
What the hell am I saying?! I hate Northern Virginianers. They are Satan's minions perpetuating the pseudo-attraction to the area. Can't people see that it's just one gigantic ever-urban-spraWling Children of the Corn backdrop? With scary khaki wearing cardboard characters.
On a lighter note, I hope the hotel that I'm staying at has Bravo. Need Queer Eye fix, even though the new guy looks like Fabio in the 80s.
What the hell am I saying?! I hate Northern Virginianers. They are Satan's minions perpetuating the pseudo-attraction to the area. Can't people see that it's just one gigantic ever-urban-spraWling Children of the Corn backdrop? With scary khaki wearing cardboard characters.
On a lighter note, I hope the hotel that I'm staying at has Bravo. Need Queer Eye fix, even though the new guy looks like Fabio in the 80s.
8.22.2003
After existing on fumes for the last couple of days, finally put gas in my car and was shocked to see it cost me $1.60/gallon (about $.30 more than two days ago). I knew that I should have predicted the effect of the Phoenix gas shortage on gas prices in Virginia. Damn volitility of the market.
Need to take sabbatical to find alternative fuel source...can the country run on the hot air produced by lawyers??? Wait, it already does.
Need to take sabbatical to find alternative fuel source...can the country run on the hot air produced by lawyers??? Wait, it already does.
8.20.2003
Sick and sadistic...
"Your IQ score is 140
During the test, you answered four different types of questions — mathematical, visual-spatial, linguistic and logical. We analyzed how you did on each of those questions which reveals how your brain uniquely works.
We also compared your answers with others who have taken the test. According to the sorts of questions you got correct, we can tell your Intellectual Type is a Visionary Philosopher.
This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others — and at anticipating and predicting patterns. And that's just some of what we know about you from your IQ results. "
To prove you're smarter
"Your IQ score is 140
During the test, you answered four different types of questions — mathematical, visual-spatial, linguistic and logical. We analyzed how you did on each of those questions which reveals how your brain uniquely works.
We also compared your answers with others who have taken the test. According to the sorts of questions you got correct, we can tell your Intellectual Type is a Visionary Philosopher.
This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others — and at anticipating and predicting patterns. And that's just some of what we know about you from your IQ results. "
To prove you're smarter
Just in case you thought I've forgotten the Weezer love:
rumpled and confused just like I like him and
working very hard to produce more geek love.
rumpled and confused just like I like him and
working very hard to produce more geek love.
I've decided to add my top 20-11 favorites in my lifetime.
And to explain a bit about the criteria for addition to my list, I chose songs that (1) I loved, (2) did not get overplayed on the radio until I was sick of it, (3) could be played over and over and I can't get sick of it, (4) were by varied artists (I tried not to monopolize), and (5) if I were stuck in a padded room and these songs were played continuously, I wouldn't feel like harming myself.
And the list goes on....
20. Turn My Head - Live
19. Angel - Sarah McLachlan
18. Closer to Fine - Indigo Girls
17. Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi
16. Drive - The Cars
15. I'll Be There - Jackson 5
14. The One I love - REM
13. Fields of Gold - Sting
12. Billie Jean - Michael Jackson
11. Every Breath You Take - The Police
And to explain a bit about the criteria for addition to my list, I chose songs that (1) I loved, (2) did not get overplayed on the radio until I was sick of it, (3) could be played over and over and I can't get sick of it, (4) were by varied artists (I tried not to monopolize), and (5) if I were stuck in a padded room and these songs were played continuously, I wouldn't feel like harming myself.
And the list goes on....
20. Turn My Head - Live
19. Angel - Sarah McLachlan
18. Closer to Fine - Indigo Girls
17. Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi
16. Drive - The Cars
15. I'll Be There - Jackson 5
14. The One I love - REM
13. Fields of Gold - Sting
12. Billie Jean - Michael Jackson
11. Every Breath You Take - The Police
8.19.2003
OK, here it is (initially), my top 10 favorite pop songs of my lifetime:
10. Baby, I'm Amazed - Paul McCartney
9. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana
8. Say It Ain't So - Weezer
7. Wicked Game- Chris Isaac
6. Hey Jupiter - Tori Amos
5. Creep - Radiohead
4. Your Song - Elton John
3. Time in a Bottle- Jim Croce
2. Love Song - The Cure
1. Imagine - John Lennon
Disclaimer: There aren't any "modern" songs on this list because most music nowadays sucks (um, 50 cent?) and these have withstood the test of continuous radio replay.
10. Baby, I'm Amazed - Paul McCartney
9. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana
8. Say It Ain't So - Weezer
7. Wicked Game- Chris Isaac
6. Hey Jupiter - Tori Amos
5. Creep - Radiohead
4. Your Song - Elton John
3. Time in a Bottle- Jim Croce
2. Love Song - The Cure
1. Imagine - John Lennon
Disclaimer: There aren't any "modern" songs on this list because most music nowadays sucks (um, 50 cent?) and these have withstood the test of continuous radio replay.
8.18.2003
8.14.2003
not bad if I do say so myself....
Borderline Obsessive
How Obsessive Are You Over Buffy?
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8.08.2003
My door jamb is in leagues with my A/C unit. They drip. They mock me.
I actually climbed up a very rickety ladder into my scary dark and loosely insulated attic to inspect the destruction. CAN FIND NO SUCH DESTRUCTION. Recently replaced drip pan barely half full and draining properly. No evidence of clogged pipes in sight. Ceiling/floor of attic not even damp. Am anxious about cost to figure out enigma and really hate being mocked in the morning.
Can poltergeists materialize in form of water??
I actually climbed up a very rickety ladder into my scary dark and loosely insulated attic to inspect the destruction. CAN FIND NO SUCH DESTRUCTION. Recently replaced drip pan barely half full and draining properly. No evidence of clogged pipes in sight. Ceiling/floor of attic not even damp. Am anxious about cost to figure out enigma and really hate being mocked in the morning.
Can poltergeists materialize in form of water??
8.07.2003
Here to advertise C & R's little discussion on the merits of J-Lo vs. Ben....
Why Gigli sucks big monkey balls...
And an Onion article, based on true events (dramatization).
Why Gigli sucks big monkey balls...
And an Onion article, based on true events (dramatization).
8.06.2003
8.05.2003
Fifth level of hell, they say. Figures.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Let thee be judged
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Let thee be judged
Yes, my thoughts are this disjointed.
Oh cuteness. Orlando (non-elf, non-pirate).
An imaginary day in the life of Rivers Cuomo,
And real life with Weezer. My favorite line: "Barney is singing about 'dancing away the blues' while a racially balanced group of mutant children twitch arrhythmically behind him. And you wonder why rock stars throw TV sets from hotel-room windows."
Oh cuteness. Orlando (non-elf, non-pirate).
An imaginary day in the life of Rivers Cuomo,
And real life with Weezer. My favorite line: "Barney is singing about 'dancing away the blues' while a racially balanced group of mutant children twitch arrhythmically behind him. And you wonder why rock stars throw TV sets from hotel-room windows."
Watched Amelie for the first time, after highly recommended and got over frightening whiteness of cover photo. Very very cute and highly amusing. Especially the young Amelie flashbacks and the travelling gnome. Uplifting and quirky. Now depressed, for not cute little weird french waitress but pensive weird asian government employee and cannot expect such goodness in reality. Oh well, at least I don't have that awful haircut.
8.04.2003
Since there is no more new Buffy to motivate my social calendar (yes, I am completely sad), there's always Ted.
8.03.2003
I haven't had wild crazy sex dreams of Rivers lately. I'm starting to miss the boy. Must concentrate on more Rivers sexage.
8.01.2003
7.31.2003
raccoon oh me oh
Photo by David B. Jack
Otherwise known as Procyon lotor.
The raccoon, sometimes called Gina or psycho bitch monster, is native to Virginia and other eastern environs, but wishes to migrate to the colder, cleaner, northern regions. Being nocturnal mammals, raccoons are prone to sleeping during the day in the suburbs in four poster beds curled up in balls. At night, they constantly hunt for food and entertainment. At Virginia Beach tiny handprints all around town indicate the raccoon has been searching for her favorite things, such as strange indie films, coffee, and cheese. A raccoon will eat almost anything; this is one reason it is such a successful chubby animal. With their tiny hand-like forepaws, the raccoons can pick locks, look through all your stuff, organize everything, and then clean her hands repeatedly.
7.30.2003
4.22.2003
Rock.
I am wired and suffering withdrawal from paint fumes (new house, I hate beige), but Buffy reruns and blaring crunchy music are the cures for all ills. That and peanut butter. Mmmm, peanut butter.
Anywho, for all you newbies to the Love that is G, I rant, I rave, I bake cookies...I also criticize a lot of music and mostly make little continual sense. But I'm always right. Trust a girl who can change green lights yellow in the blink of indecision and screeching brakes.
My job, which takes up most of my time and brainpower (ah the waste, the agony), has me often on the road. Mostly in DC. So, for my first post, I will give you my inspired mantra of the day (3 times for prosperity):
Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.
Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.
Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.
Yes, I'm belligerent. You would be too if you took one wrong turn and ended up in Reagan National Airport. 3 times. I'm not stupid or have no sense of direction. Since DC is so close to a vortex of hell (aka Maryland, where is that McDonalds in Laurel anyway?!!!!), it's highly probable that the powers of darkness had been at work here.
OK, so I'm belligerent all the time. Have you lived in this world? It'd be great to have love, happiness, and cute puppies all the time, but people are stupid and greedy. That drives a lot of bad behavior, including use of SUVs and minivans (I contend are the causes of most car accidents, environmental blackholes, and a pain in the ass to see around), and economic explanations for killing things.
But I'm not all mad all the time...I'm not G-Love for nothing. I love Rivers Cuomo. Ah Rivers.
Now where is my special sauce...
I am wired and suffering withdrawal from paint fumes (new house, I hate beige), but Buffy reruns and blaring crunchy music are the cures for all ills. That and peanut butter. Mmmm, peanut butter.
Anywho, for all you newbies to the Love that is G, I rant, I rave, I bake cookies...I also criticize a lot of music and mostly make little continual sense. But I'm always right. Trust a girl who can change green lights yellow in the blink of indecision and screeching brakes.
My job, which takes up most of my time and brainpower (ah the waste, the agony), has me often on the road. Mostly in DC. So, for my first post, I will give you my inspired mantra of the day (3 times for prosperity):
Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.
Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.
Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.
Yes, I'm belligerent. You would be too if you took one wrong turn and ended up in Reagan National Airport. 3 times. I'm not stupid or have no sense of direction. Since DC is so close to a vortex of hell (aka Maryland, where is that McDonalds in Laurel anyway?!!!!), it's highly probable that the powers of darkness had been at work here.
OK, so I'm belligerent all the time. Have you lived in this world? It'd be great to have love, happiness, and cute puppies all the time, but people are stupid and greedy. That drives a lot of bad behavior, including use of SUVs and minivans (I contend are the causes of most car accidents, environmental blackholes, and a pain in the ass to see around), and economic explanations for killing things.
But I'm not all mad all the time...I'm not G-Love for nothing. I love Rivers Cuomo. Ah Rivers.
Now where is my special sauce...