Tuesday, September 27, 2005

"No, I wasn't asleep..."

"I was just taking my time for your pleasure!"

Don't know why, but the way Mr. Cooper said it in Kitchen Confidential just cracks my shit up.

Okay, going to catch up on the rest of the DVR'd stuff now. Back in a couple of months.

Well, maybe less.

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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Damn. It.

Courtesy of the Herald Sun, by way of Trent, I found out that Garbage is breaking up. Crap! Who am I going to for Vitamin C bashing and constant reminders for Billy Corgan to get over himself, not to mention happy tales of Shirley finding ways to pleasure herself in the van on road trips in the early days? I'll tell you who: NOBODY!

"That's right, Lindsey Lohan: you want nothin'! You want nothin'!"

(Sorry. That's just such a damned good movie.)

Oh, it's just so depressing. I need to find some chocolate.

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Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Bachelore.

Yes, I meant to put that last "E" in there. Hear me out.

I just finished watching the season premier of L&O:SVU, and I am almost 100% certain that in the preview for next week's show, I caught a glimpse of something spectacular.

I sat there, thinking, Wait a minute. Is that...

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Our favorite Canadian???

Yes, folks, I do believe that I saw, for a brief, shining moment, Jesse on SVU! Oh, could this be true? A bit part on the way to the big time?

I certainly hope so. This will be good for him, since that whole foosball thing doesn't seem to be working out so well. I guess we'll have to wait until next week!

Of course, I think I have to sit through an hour of Estella Warren trying to look sultry, but that might well be worth it at the prospect of Palmer and Stabler, Hotties-at-Large!

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Stabler, after all, conquers all.

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Monday, September 19, 2005

"Holy crap, here comes Jesus..."

"...and he doesn't look too happy!"

Man, I really love Family Guy.

I'm currently watching a whole buttload of DVR'd season premiere programming, but I though I'd just say that.

Off to watch Prison Break now. Mmm... Jail.

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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Infidelity and waffles.

It seems that I cannot tear myself away from the strawberry Eggos I've fashioned as a late-night snack long enough to type a substantial post, so I have decided to wolf them down in order to get to business. I am doing the double duty of eating the waffles while trying to block Riley from getting to them, whilst the soothing W.T. tones of Cheaters (now moved to an earlier late-night time slot!) drone on in the background. All the episodes feel the same to me nowadays, but I persist in trying to catch them, in the vain hope I'll actually catch that really screwed-up one Grantasm and I caught a few years back that just trumps all other episodes.

Waffles have been consumed. We can move on now.

I finally got my car back today; Sideshow was nice enough to go get it during his lunch break. It was strange to not drive for the past two and a half weeks. Essentially, I have been carpooling with Perla, and showing up at work an hour early, since she has an earlier shift than I do. Surprisingly enough, the hour difference has wreaked havoc on my sleep schedule, and there is no place for me to catch extra Z's once I show up at the office. This has led to me having an incredibly low tolerance for ignorant people calling for help first thing in my workday. Thank God for the mute button...

Man, I'm all over the place today, and none of those places seems like a good place to stop. Maybe I'll just go to bed.

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A hint of cupcakes.

Wow. "Kentwood, Louisiana's Gift to the World" (per Matt Lauer, of course) has officially sprung off.

This, coming on the heels of a quite unholy self-discovery, is almost too much for me to bear.

One thing's for sure: that dirtbag husband of hers better get to being useful, and quick. And he needs a haircut!

Gah, just click here to view a related spectacle. Before you get all crazy, don't worry: it's not the birth, just something else. Dear Lord. I need to go have dinner. And be away.

Very, very away.

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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

A late-evening conversation.

The following conversation just happened about five minutes ago.

There (groggily): Uh... hello?
Here: Oh, hey. You were sleeping?
There: Yeah. 'Sokay. What's up?
Here: Nothing. Just wanted to say hey. Forgot you were going to bed so early.
There: Nah, I just have to get up early. (Sounding concerned) Is everything okay?
Here: Yeah. Go to bed.
There: Are you sure?
Here (more emphatically): Yes! Go to bed! I will tell you my theories at a later date.
There: Theories? What theories? What about?
Here (thinking quickly): Um... procreation?
There: Agh... Don't do it.
Here: Okay, I won't. Bye.

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Thursday, September 01, 2005

Dag.

This is what I get when I decide to check out other people's blogs before going to bed:



However, I don't know why this startled me in the least.

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Finicky.

Some of you may have noticed that I've been on the Blog a lot in the past few days. You may have also noticed I've changed the template five thousand times.

I really liked the last one I had up before this one. Unfortunately, the image that went on the bottom left corner of the page was hosted on another site, and that site is going all wonky right now, denying you the pleasure of viewing what might be the most adorable rendering of the Grim Reaper I've seen in a dog's age. So, that prompted me to do some tweaking, and for now, this is what you're going to get.

Again, if anyone wants to take on the the task of designing a workable and kickass template, I'm all ears. Woo me.

So, we got a new guy at work this week. This has made me the "new girl" no longer; I am simply "the girl who used to be new, but is now just dumb as hell because she's still asking a thousand questions after doing this job for over a month."

It's a place of honor, really.

Anyway, when I found out we were getting another person on our team, and it was a guy, of course, my interest was peaked. Gotta fit that single, late 20's female stereotype, you know.

Oh, God. "Late twenties." I'm going to pretend that didn't just happen.

New guy walked in the other day. Had to be in his late 40's to early 50's. Wore a suit with a blue-green t-shirt. How very "Sonny, Sonny Crockett, King of Miami Vice!" of him.

Ah, yes. Just as Brenda is two-for-two in predicting my employment, I am three-for-three in getting into jobs lacking viable male suitors. Insert image of me shaking my fist at the sky here.

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