| | | | | | Friday, December 30, 2005 |
oh Mr. Darcy
| | ACK! look at the time. No, go ahead, look, I'll wait.
Crazy eh?
Yeah I watched pride and prejudice the BBC miniseries, four hours long! but oh, it was so good. That movie, was crap, this film was wonderful. Oh Colin Firth, you manage Mr. Darcy in a way I can only think of a few men matching. You are so proud, and yet, we believe that you really are a nice man, a good man, a handsome man (precious even [points if you know what I'm talking about]). Bravo, BBC, bravo
And now, to bed!
PS am I the only one who thought that the mother (Mrs. Bennet) was a man in drag? Didn't she sound like Dame Edna? What do you mean you don't recall? Internet, you have failed me!
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| | | | | | Tuesday, December 27, 2005 |
boozy? not me!
| | So, yeah! Hurricanes! WHOO!
I may have consumed too much alcohol, I do know that I promised my tongue to Ed, which is okay, because he's like a gazillion miles away...or thousands. something. Far Away, so whatever. Yeah, am currently watching Airplane (that 70s masterpieces) and hanging out with Frank, so it's awesome.
Goodnight the internet!
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re: Christmas
| | Okay, well, it was a day.
It was at my Aunt Sissy's house (yes, Sissy), which is in Gardenerville or about an hour from Reno. Frank and I rushed out the door, sure my parents were going to beat us, they didn't. They didn't show up for another four hours (traffic was awful apparently). So Austin, Aaron, Frank and I watched Scooby-Doo (nearly two full movies. Apparently there weren't ghosts in Hawaii or Egypt. They foiled those badguys' nefarious deeds with their meddling, they foiled them but good!). We ate a decent dinner and then we all went to hang out upstairs. Frank and Austin hung out, and drank (Frank brought Jagermeister and beer, I had some Jager, not much), I floated between their room and Aaron's where he beat Destroy All Humans! I did really well on the presents, I got a lot of stuff, lots of dress clothes and scarves. Unfortunatly my family believes me to have grown to moose size here in Reno, nothing they got me fit right (am currently in pajamas that are large enough for another me to fit inside). So now I've got beautiful clothes that fit like tents, I hope they shrink down to human size. I'm trying really hard not to take this size screw up as an insult (like when my mom bought me underwear, really cute huge underwear that nearly fall off my butt and look awful on me. I think she was trying to ruin my sex life).
Anyway, so Frank and Austin decide to go on a walk sometime between ten thirty and eleven, and Aaron and I aren't invited. So we head downstairs and tell stories with the adults. Aaron is a horrendous exaggerator, it's annoying (and he told a story that happened to me, like it happened to him, and I think really believed it wasn't -me-. No one ever calls him on this lying, and that bugs me!). My uncle Jerry goes to bed around eleven thirty. No Frank and Austin. Around midnight, we're starting to wonder, where the heck are they? I go upstairs and check the bottle of Jager, it's nearly empty. They managed to drink most of a 750ml bottle between the two of them (minus my two shots worth), plus a beer a piece. So around twelve thirty, my dad goes to look for them with Aaron (who knows the neighborhood). They still don't show up, as I'm sneaking the bottle downstairs to put in my car, my mom sees it, so I tell her. Now she's really worried. One thirty no Frank and Austin, two am, no Frank and Austin. My dad and Aaron went out three times looking for them. They found Frank's beer can, but nothing else. Now, we wake up my uncle Jerry, and he starts to get ready to look for them (it's raining now and very very windy).
They show up at two thirty just before the guys go to head out again. Austin is drunk, Frank is pissed.
As I know from personal experience, my cousin Austin is a complete and utter asshole when drunk, he's unreasonable, he's loud, he wants to destroy things, he doesn't give a shit about anyone. He got lost, and Frank didn't know where my aunt lived (had never been there before), they didn't have a phone, Austin insisted that every cardinal direction at every intersection was the way to go. Frank was so pissed at him he nearly hit him over and over again. They finally called the cops (Austin's celphone isn't registered, but it still dials 911) and got a ride.
But of course, I've been worried about them for hours, so I'm pissed. Frank and I had a little fight, and I wouldn't even talk to Austin (what's the point, he's drunk). We made up, and then crashed on the floor for like five hours before heading home.
The only person who enjoyed the proceedings was Aaron who thought driving in a car at night to look for his brother was the most exciting thing ever (he's 13, honest!), the amount of enthusiasm he showed was frankly unseemly.
But whatever, we're home now and I don't have to go see family for a while!
Also, even though I worked today, I have tomorrow off!
YAY!
PS contrary to my personal beliefs, the shopping season doesn't stop with Christmas Eve, it goes through January.
GODDAMNIT.
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| | | | | | Sunday, December 25, 2005 |
| | Happy Christmas Internet!
It is early Christmas morn, Frank is downstairs asleep (he downed some Christmas cheer by the way of Peppermint Schnapps, straight. By the end of our movie [at ten thirty pm] he was telling me that he was wearing pants with that shirt, over and over again as I put him to bed), I have opened my Christmas gift to myself (Third Rock Season 2), and I got off work early (six thirty!) because we unceremoniously kicked everyone out of the store, all forty of them, at six pm sharp.
Life is good (so is watching Harry dance about in 3-D to Randy Newman).
Gobbless us every one.
Now, to just get through the family, tomorrow!
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| | | | | | Saturday, December 24, 2005 |
A lady!
| | How are you gentlemen? May I present to you ruffians a true lady among us? Her name is Lata (for god's sake try and pronounce it right! She gets ticked [when drunk] about our white inability to say her name. It's a divine and horticultural name, get it right!), she is beautiful and very smart, she's also shy and wants (apparently) to find a guy like Eric from that seventies show. Shw is one of the few of my gender that I actually like, which says something (not sure what or about whom, but something was said by this, I know it!).
So... yay!
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| | | | | | Friday, December 23, 2005 |
a conversation
| | I don't do this often, but here it is:
[Me] "...but yeah, certain names should go right off the list"
[Ed] "Many names. And making up names should be right out forbidden. http://www.notwithoutmyhandbag.com/babynames/"
"Hrm... maybe I should name my kid after my favorite drink. His name is Bombay Gin Piona"
"Haha!"
"It's better than Beefeaters Gin Piona"
"Well yeah, that's a girl's name!"
"Well what do you like, would it be Absolut Vodka Turner?"
"Man, it just might be, if only because I don't want to force a young boy to spell Jagermeister"
"Hahahaha. Oh, well if he were cool, he'd get people to call him 'double dot' I knew a guy who went by double dot."
"Hmm. Double Dot Turner, eh? He'll love it."
"Oh and he would think you such an alcoholic, (so would all of his friends)."
"Yes, well. It could be worse. He could be Moonshine Turner, which doubles as a seventies reject name."
"Hehehe... What about naming your kid after your favorite movie? Mine might be Muppet Treasure-Island Piona"
"Wrath of Kahn Turner? Alright."
"Wrath Turner: awesome."
"I know!"
"He'll kick Muppet Piona's ass."
"Oh, man, will he ever!"
"Hrm, wish I liked Die Hard more."
"Hahah!"
"Fear and Loathing Piona"
"Hmm. Fear and Wrath would just be cutest little couple, wouldn't they?"
"They'd have to get together who else would be able to understand their childhood?"
...
[Ed] "High five!"
[Me] "How about a low five? I don't want to jump, undignified."
"A low five? You know what that'll do to my back. I pass. Let's just nod at each other and lean against a wall with our arms crossed."
"I'll pull the cigarette pack out of my sleeve and light one with my trusty Zippo, you can comb your hair with the comb in your pocket. We'll stand and smoke in the night"
"Are we wearing sunglasses?"
"Of course, it's dark!"
"Excellent! We so cool!"
"we skip school!/ we lurk late!"
"We're bad. Bad to the bone. Call me... Wrath."
"And I'll be Fear, we'll inspire me and emit you."
"Oh, man, we're the awesomest gang ever!"
"I so agree! We are the epitome of an S.E. Hinton novel!"
"As I have always dreamed of being, of course."
"Really? I always wanted to be a part of a Raymond Chandler novel, but whatever, this is good too!"
"Do we get a gang name?"
"Yeah, we need one, for the rumbles"
"I'm suggesting: Jet-Sharks."
"Hrm, probably better than Satan's Secretaries."
"Or no! I wanna be called the Literary Allusions!"
"Not the Personifications?"
"Hmm..."
"What about Your Worst Nightmare? Oh look! It's Wrath, he's a part of Your Worst Nightmare"
"Ooooh... scary! I like!"
"It's the Skulls versus Your Worst Nightmare... yeah I think we'd win"
"Man, we would wallop the Skulls!"
"Hehe, if you ever went down (godforbid) the only thing they would have to fear is Fear herself"
"Hee!"
"What are we doing in this world anyway, Ed? It's boring."
"What are we doing? Woman, we're here to make the world LESS boring! That is our geas and I, for one, submit to it readily!"
PS if you were wondering what was in the "..." it was a side conversation on how our kids wouldn't like us, followed by a brief rendition of Kids from Bye Bye Birdie, then a lamentation on the lack of musical numbers in the world, followed by a desire for wealth, coupled with my raise.... which brings us to the end of the "..." Aren't you glad I cut all that out?
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| | | | | | Wednesday, December 21, 2005 |
so... um yeah
| | So, I'm making myself a meal (yes at three am, I work until one am, I'm all clock screwed up), and I hear this sharp crack, and my first thought is, oh shit my brand new bed is falling apart (more on bed later)... so I walk three feet and nope the bed's fine. So then I hear another crack, and now I can tell it's from my window. Being as this apartment complex is old, I'm starting to think that my window is breaking for some reason, then my OTHER window cracks, someone is throwing small pebbles at my window.
Yeah, so, it's three am, and my first thought is that Frank is being weird (although he went to be hours ago), so I open the door. On the stairwell is a man (mid-fifties), wearing nothing but a hat and tennis shoes saying "hey Susan! Susan, it's me Steve!"
I told him I wasn't Susan (he gathered as much), and then closed the door.
So, yeah, friking weird, but whatever.
Then like five minutes later, I get pebbles on my window again, I go outside to humor this man, and he informs me he's a nudist, not a pervert (which, actually hadn't crossed my mind. I thought he was a guy who was drunk and planning on seducing Susan [not the best idea when it's really cold out, but whatever]), and told me not to tell anyone (apparently he lives in the complex). I told him that it was fine, he asked me if I knew Susan, I told him no, and to have a good night.
Then like ten minutes later, my other window rattles in it's frame... I open the door, it's our man Steve again, who now wants to have a beer with me. I declined stating it was late.
But now, he's really creeping me out, not so much the naked as the keeps trying to get my attention closer to me each time, wants to know my name and give me a drink. I'm a little nervous he's going to come back tomorrow... I don't want him to come back, I don't really want to ever see him again.
I don't like the fact that this strange guy knows I live alone, and I wish Frank would have answered the phone when I called because I don't feel all that comfortable going downstairs and knocking.
Man, this is ruining my happiness over having a day off (wednesday) and a new bed... maybe I will go downstairs and wake frank up.
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| | | | | | Monday, December 19, 2005 |
| | goddamnit. Okay, so yesterday I felt fine! Well, slightly like I had been beaten with sticks, but fine. THEN suddenly about an hour after my break I felt awful and I threw up, so I got to go home. I felt bad (emotionally), but throwing up trumphs any work obligation where people might have to smell my breath.
Today, I feel less vomity (although not much less) so I called into work... sigh.
I REALLY NEED THAT MONEY, FOR LIVING.
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| | | | | | Saturday, December 17, 2005 |
LAME!
| | Today was incredibly lame. I worked from four to midnight (11:51) with no breaks, only a lunch. The girl who was supposed to close with me... called out. I was given four projects to do, I finished two, I was able to get to the first one at... 10:20pm. It wouldn't stop, IT WOULDN'T STOP. And to top it all off, I think Frank is unhappy with me, he drove me to work, and was supposed to come pick me up afterwards (which would have really been nice), but instead he shows up, sometime in the nine oclock hour, with my keys, told me he was going to hang out with lucas, and come home sometime. We had quarrelled earlier over his driving (to scare me!) and then my overreaction (I accidentally cuffed him too hard). TODAY SUCKED
So I'm going to mope around the internet for a bit, then go to sleep.
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| | | | | | Wednesday, December 14, 2005 |
Tuesday= Friday! Tuesday has always been at war with Friday, er, been, been Friday
| | Ha! My Tuesday is a Friday is working! I'm excited.
Heh, I saw Fargo, it is an awesome movie (if for nothing more than the accents... those were awesome). True I did it alone, because Frank can't stay awake, but that's okay.
Eh, that's about it... I uh, talked to Ed (I had a hysterical conversation with Ed about the roots of Mr Pibb)... sometimes I think Ed is the only person who completely understands my sense of humor completely. Frank didn't like David Sedaris... I mean, come on!
Anyway! Tuesday= Friday! WHOO!
(night)
PS I am glad know celphone reception here, or I'd be tempted to make some phone calls
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| | | | | | Tuesday, December 13, 2005 |
a post about nothing!
| | So, it's early my friday everyone else's tuesday morning, and I think I might actually be tired, which is a plus, being as it is not yet three am!
In other news... THERE IS NO OTHER NEWS.
Seriously. Like three times today, someone came up to me, asking what was new... and I had to reply: nothing. It was sort of a conversation killer.
I could tell you about the dream I had Monday morning, that was fun. For the first half of it, I was in Barnes and Noble (only it was MUCH nicer), and everything was detailed... perfectly, everything in the store was right were it was supposed to be... and I was so blissfully happy.
I was informed by Kevin (a cashier) today that that dream was pathetic.
BUT I did have another dream, far more exciting (less blissful though). I was in some sort of Greek epic, one that involved being on a canoe in blue blue water (like Hollywood blue), as I and the "hero" (a sort of Odysseus) try and beach. But everywhere we beach, we end up FAR too near the monsters (it was adventury fun though, not oh god the monsters are going to kill us). Then we ended up on some rocky cliffs where we met this saintly looking child (which we had to save), he was a christian saint to be or something, so we were a bit conflicted. He's an infidel, but a child... of course we saved him because of his holiness, I mean the kid and his mop of curly hair almost fucking glowed. It was pretty awesome.
PS Sterling IM'd me today (apparently he hasn't forsaken the medium), he might come and see me!
PPS I saw Pride and Prejudice... they killed that great work of literature, but whatever. Mathew MacFadyen is no Colin Firth (or even Jeremy Northam or Rupert Everett), he played Darcy too wistful pouty for my personal taste... he should have been more severe and manly. And finally I think Dame Judi plays a bitch far too well
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| | | | | | Monday, December 12, 2005 |
| | gah...
Lately I seem to have been blindsided by insomnia, or at least I lie in my bed (today until five am) not even the slightest bit tired, annoyed that I'll be spending most of my "day" sleeping. I mean like right now, I've got work in oh three hours... goddamnit.
Really, that's all I want to talk about, am groggy and annoyed.
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| | | | | | Tuesday, December 06, 2005 |
sick!
| | gah... now I'm ill. I called in, felt -awful- because everyone has been calling in, but hey, I didn't want to spend the evening doubled over.
On the upside, I've been watching music videos, and that helps. I saw The Saga Begins, and burst into tears (no, this is a good thing)... I sang the original lyrics to Al's parody and it was like reliving the last good moment of highschool.
Man, I had some good friends, stupid growing up.
It took Christopher Walken dancing around to Fat Boy Slim to make me laugh again.
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Rant alert
| | I got -this- from my friend Pam today. For those of you too lazy to check it out, I've written the lyrics below, so we all can sing along together...
(to the tune of take on me)
Tryin' to get some pie
I don't care what's inside it
I'll eat it any way,
I just want to be right beside it
Cover it with cheese, maybe gravy maybe mashed potato
Don't bake one
(Don't bake one)
Don't bake two
(Don't bake two)
Bake me three
Cause two just won't do!
(this is the point where one should stop watching the animation, mostly because the fun part is the singing, and the pie!)
My life is full of amusing things, which is good, because today otherwise was not good. Work was not so hot, we were hideously understaffed, and then Nate let FOUR people go to lunch AT THE SAME TIME! It was -madness-, madness I say. That and Mitchell (who is temporary), kept dumping shit on me, he's rather inept... and it was driving me NUTS (which is good I guess, because he was too handsome for his own good. Now I'm so annoyed with him he's gone from a Keanu Reeves in Bill and Ted to a Shawn Wallace in Star Trek:DS9 ). He dumped a couple on me after I went on LUNCH, I spent ten minutes helping them of my half an hour. He stood at customer service, when it wasn't busy, with a small mountain of go backs next to him, not doing anything. I asked him if any of those were upstairs (where I was), he said 'no' then when I looked at him, he asked me if I wanted him to put them away.
...
THAT IS HIS FUCKING JOB!
I asked him if he was working in customer service, he said yes, I told him that it would be really great if he put them away then. (idiot) Then I answered the phone (because apparently the people downstairs were swamped or out recovering) and this woman wants to speak to Mitch, but I can't find him. It seems he said he would call her back on finding her order, and its three hours later, and he didn't call. I put her on hold, found her order right where it should be, and told her it was there. She was really pissed at me, like it was my fault he didn't call her back. When I found him and asked him, he said that he called her. I told him that I hope when she checks her messages she feels like an idiot for yelling at me.
GAH!
Then after work (Nate was being a jerk, hunting around the magazine section looking for out of place magazines, straightening things that were already straightened... we got out at 11:45... grumble), I had to call my mom (she called yesterday, so I charged my phone today), and we talked for an hour. Only I don't have reception at my house, so I had to drive to Albertsons and sit in the car... it was very very cold. When I got off the phone I realized my toes were numb.
And now, to top it all off, I got home too late to see Frank (or talk to Ed, or anyone). So I'm bitching at you, dear internet, instead. Frank is much better at turning my ire into laughter... (no offense), so I'm coping with flash animations and a space heater (poor substitutes).
I'm going to bed as soon as my brain stops the whirling.
My bed is cold...sigh
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| | | | | | Monday, December 05, 2005 |
| | Am I the only person on God's green earth who thinks the idea of an inflatable umbrella is too funny for words?
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| | You know what I like about the Pretender? I mean, besides the gloriously awful acting? I sort of like the fact that, even though Miss Parker and Sydney are tracking down Jarod (who keeps sending them -clues-... man he's an idiot) they both manage to keep in touch with Jarod by phone... all the time.
I've never seen a closer knit bunch, you know, for people fighting on opposite sides whilst in the middle of nebulous conspiracies.
I wish my family were sort of like that.
Goodnight
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| | | | | | Sunday, December 04, 2005 |
Cube 3 (also known as zero)
| | hehe. So I just saw Cube Zero, also known as Cube 3. Which amuses me terribly (it was a great moment in the videostore, when I told Frank "children count up to ten: 4,5,6,1,2,3, 10. He's fucking with us numerically isn't he?"). Eitherhoo, it didn't suck awfully! Infact I can say with all honesty it was better than Hypercube, which was -awful-. I like horror and math combined, it makes me happy inside. I also like Hellraiser (when we're speaking of horror serieses [sure, it's a word] of the horror spit out another, I like Hellraiser), but to stick to the point, this movie wasn't half bad... okay it wasn't 3/4 bad. The dialogue was terrible, Frank and I were able to predict it (-slap- get it together man!), but hey, retarded guy -can- make it in the end. BECAUSE OF LOBOTOMIES! yeah, see, it all comes together, (damn Canadians and their faith issues)... would have been cooler as aliens, but hey, whatever.
IN OTHER NEWS: I hate working until midnight on weeknights, it makes weekends suck, royally. I cannot convince myself that wednesday and thursday are weekends, they are not! ALSO I do love Mike, he is the only person who noticed my haircut (other than Frank who noticed first thing, because he loves me, and feels obligated to say something), I almost kissed that man (Mike), but didn't because of romantic obligations and fear of cigarette breath.
AS WELL: Lata wrote me, and I can honestly say that she is OUT OF HER MIND when it comes to Eric (From that 70s Show) being a better catch than Hyde. Hyde rules, I always date Hydes, and I have a boyfriend and she NEVER has, so I win. I've also been informed that she is the only other person (than Frank) I can love or lurve or luff, but I have to do so in his presence. So, erm, sorry Yakko Warner, Michael Johnson, Ed, Michael Yoho and Mike A in Music...
P(P?) S I miss Ed, I wish I was on to talk to him more, stupid work, screwing with my only social obligation (it is cool to tell my family that I have friends ACROSS THE COUNTRY... mostly because we all secretly believe that nothing exists east of Colorado until one gets to Europe). Ed, even though I am expressedly not allowed to, I lurve you (I might even luff you, given the right set of circumstances).
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| | | | | | Thursday, December 01, 2005 |
spiney
| | feeling a little prickly... more than a little prickly, might even be bristles!
I blame the sentimental movie I saw, making me all weepy and then sensitive.
Grr... I am trundling in a prickly manner off to bed
PS hee! a post where I stick to the point and am prickly, I really have become the sea urchin.
PPS I am not sure whether or not I like my women or my coffee covered in bees
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