Thursday, November 30, 2006
Anyways, I was rather pleased with the job I did and it occured to me to preserve my present 'puter decor on my blog...
Obviously, I'm more enthused about my excellent Oscar shot than that 2nd screen cap, but that one illustrates the lovely palette I've got goin' on for my Menu & Active Title Bar. If only it were a paying career --"Personal PC Aesthetics Coordinator". Oh, and I could moonlight with the animal psychology. That'd be freeeakin' sweet.
It is very uncharacteristic of me, right here on the very cusp of December, to not start in with the holiday themed desktops. I just can't get in to the Christmas spirit yet. It's all tied to my being unable to locate my CD wallet of Christmas tune-age. I am a highly musical person and this lack of holiday tunes is CRIPPLING to the annual emergence of my Yuletide cheer, DAMMIT. Yes, there is holiday music on the radio (online & regular radio) but I have been shunning this, because it upsets me. It makes me think of MY collection of holiday music, which I know is unequivocally the FINEST collection of holiday music in existence, I just don't know WHERE it is!! I have been able to launch my Christmas shopping efforts though, which haven't all been unpleasant drudgery. But I'm just enjoying that on account o' my innate shopping addiction and not from a place of Christmas cheer. OOoooh it's very upsetting. I'm considering a prayer to St Anthony (of Padua, patron saint of lost articles) even if I am worried I'd be received as a fickle Catholic and rotten hypocrite.
I really,really, really, really want my Christmas music!!
Y'all know I am a dame of many talents. I have discovered a new one today-- I am a total whiz at animal psychology. After reading two articles on this recent Sea World incident I have definitively deduced the root cause of this act of aggression. The key is to be found in this line from the MSNBC write-up of the incident--
" The animal involved in the incident was misidentified in initial reports as Shamu, the show name given to SeaWorld's popular performing orcas."
Now the offending Orca's name is actually Kasatka , and I'll wager she's put up with being called Shamu continually, every day of her 30 year life. Hell yes, that would be frustrating!!
I'm inclined to cut Kasatka some slack on this li'l faux pas. She was just trying to make a point. I am certain she had no homocidal intentions, because if she wanted this trainer dead, the bloke woulda left Sea World in a body bag, I assure you. They aren't called killer whales because they're good at needlepoint. (ha ha!)
It's unlikely that any whale noises were recorded during the incident, but if there was such a recording, and you ran it through the Whale-ese Transmogrifying Doohickeygadget you'd find that, throughout the whole episode, Kasatka was yelling "Say my name, bitch!!"
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
And worst of all, the thing took 7 minutes to cook! What's the point of having microwave meals if they take that f***ing long to cook? That's 1/4 of the time it would take to make one of Rachel Ray's recipes... which are done with actual cooking techniques. If the government cannot establish laws to limit the amount of time a microwave dinner takes to cook, then I say the companies should print short stories on the boxes of any meal that has a cook time in excess of 4 minutes. Because that's a very long, dull stint, standing there, glaring at the microwave. It is NOT 7 minutes in heaven.
Ahh well, I think I will try to remedy the disappointment with a bit o' chocolate later. Am presently listening to "Night out with the Rat Pack" CD ...hearing Dino always buoys my spirits. Sinatra's the shit too (needless to say!) It's Sammy Davis Jr that I'm not crazy about. That's probably a deep-seated prejudice talking....byproduct of my sheltered upbringing. My folks never had anything nice to say about those people...with glass eyes.
I bought some really terrific Martha Stewart Christmas cards at Kmart the other night. I think this has to be the 1st year with Christmas cards offered in the Martha Stewart repertoire. Because if they'd had 'em in '04 or '05 I woulda probably got 'em in '04 or '05, they are really darling. I would have at least seen them in my browsing because every year I do a very thorough inventory of Martha's holiday offerings. (later..9pm EST-) I really like what Martha does with the differing motifs of holiday decor. She has..."Golden Traditions" "Sugarplum Dreams" "First Snow" "Evergreen" "Woodland Holiday" and...and...well, that's all I can recollect offa the top o' my nog. I think I'm leaving out 1 or 2. My favorite collections are "Sugarplum Dreams" & "Woodland Holiday". I'm sure most people mix & mash the different collections, but maybe her system guides some of the style-clueless masses toward creating a cohesive theme.
I ended my workday on a rather grumpy note. I wasn't severely stressed out, I think "frazzled" would be a more apt term for what I was. But Robin and Laurel were teasing me good naturedly--in an attempt to cheer me, I guess--but it was annoying the piss outta me. At one point I sputtered to myself "Goddamnit! It's continuously ONE issue after ANOTHER today!!!" And Laurel was compelled to remind me "Well, that's like EVERY day" Well, it's like a lot of workdays...but not EVERY day, so she wasn't completely right. But it made me think-- I DO have a lot of crisis packed work days that I'm able to shrug off / endure with good cheer. Why was today different?? Y'know what the root cause of it all was?? Laurel & Robin PREDESTINED me to be pissy today!!
I was told this morning I was in a bad mood when I wasn't. That never fails to set me off! Allow me to expound... I may say or do something kind of mock-curmudgeonly. Like, at times I will be sort of bitchy for fun but at core, I am in a truly fine mood. And then someone will say "Oooh, you're crabby today!" and I'll correct them :"No, actually I'm not". But then (this is where things turn sour) they'll reply "oookay!" But you know in that tone-- all sarcastic-like w/ their disbelief quite evident. And that response wouldn't vex me if I was actually putting on a happy facade and they saw through it...but if really, HONESTLY, I am happy and they gimme the "oookay!" ? GRRRR!! TAKE MY FUCKING WORD FOR IT!! I'M HAPPY, DAMN IT!! Is this my own unique brand of neuroses or is anyone else out there regularly vexed by others telling them that they are misdiagnosing THEIR OWN EMOTIONS?? So, I think the high road in this instance (I've heard of this mythical "high road" but have not had all that much firsthand experience of that route) would be to just concentrate on exuding a very undeniable happiness, ooze pungent glee from your damn pores, blow sunshine & rainbows out your ass to show how right you are about your good mood... this is not the course of action I usually opt for, however. I give an internal (sometimes not internalized) "Grrrr" and I think "Ok, you think I'm grumpy?? How about a shift to blackhearted ice queen? You will be begging the almighty for the sweet mercy of my grumpiness!!" So most of the afternoon I employed my very scathing, very mean SILENT TREATMENT. I know the silent treatment sounds like a pretty wussy method of being pissed off, but mine is TRULY fierce, the most lethal weapon in my passive aggressive arsenal. And Robin knows the silent treatment means the genuine anger has kicked in. I don't know why she kept needling me then. I feel like I ALWAYS make allowances for other people's funks but I'm not allowed one of my own.
Okay, kvetching over. I feel pretty much purged...and you know THIS made me feel surprisingly better believe it or not. (I recommend clicking-- a minute & 18 seconds of cheap therapy)
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
HAIR ACCESSORIES-- Not going to riff on hair accessories in general. (though in one of my listier moods, I SOOO could...ranking the good [decorative hair combs] the horrible [scrunchies..ewww] and the vastly underrated [the banana clip]) I'm particularly referring to the headband I rocked yesterday. Ooooh but it was not all fabulosity and looking fabulous. I think that f-er left dents in my skull despite the fact that I'm pretty sure my skull stopped being malleable when I turned 1 or 2. It appeared to be a headband, but it very well could've been an adamantium vise swathed in crimson velvet. (I'll save you looking it up in a nerdcyclopedia--adamantium is the super strong metal that Wolverine's skeleton is made of)
But the unfortunate fact is that if you have silky/fine hair like mine, you need a wide band with a lot of tension if you are going to properly don a headband, due to the fact you've got no traction whatsoever on la cabeza.
Anyways, mi amiga Robin accused me of being VAIN (can you believe her??) for keeping the thing on. To be fair, she had endured about 8 hrs of me whining that my headband was ouchy on my skull, so that may be why she maligned me so harshly (and unjustly). I was suffering for fashion, yes. But out of vanity? I dunno. Vanity seems like such a self-centered attribute. It's not like I have a mirror mounted in my cage/ cubicle and I'm perpetually gazing at myself like a nimrod cockatoo. It's not for my benefit. It's really my ingrate office mates that I hope to delight with my bursts of accessorizing genius. Just selflessly hoping that my fashionable example might --at the very best-- inspire these people, or --at least-- divert them briefly from their workday monotony. No, missy, I am NOT vain, but my thoughtful intentions may be in vain....
You see how I did that? Turned her own wording against--aww yeah you get it. You're very astute like that. NEXT TOPIC!!!
CRAP ON TV-- I've been wanting to catch an episode of Heroes. I had intended to watch it last week but I had a game of UNO run into OT so I woulda missed the beginning. And I don't like watching a show or a movie if I can't catch it in its absolute entirety (ab ovo , I like to say, because throwing Latin into everyday conversation is delightfully pretentious) so I skipped last week's eppy. Which was too bad, because that's when they saved the cheerleader (and saved the world). I mean , I was kind of intrigued by the show initially, but I think it was that catchphrase that really reeled me in. All of a sudden, I was hearing it 50 times a day, like some kinda g.d. mantra or something. "Save the cheerleader--save the world!!" I found it thought provoking...it seems like a pretty clear-cut directive. Yet if it was demanded of me I'd have to mull it over a bit..."Hmmm yeah.. I do like the world and all. Am rather inclined to save it if it's in need of saving but...then...gee, on the other hand... do we really need a world with another cheerleader in it?" It's quite a conundrum.
Anyways, I did finally get to watch last night. I enjoyed it, but was pretty disappointed, 'cause I feel like I caught the one episode for this season that does not catch you up to speed on the storyline at all. And I needed to catch an episode that was furthering the plot so I could kinda jump in midstream and get up to speed if you get what I mean. (While physically I am barely a doggypaddler, in a mental swim, I can catch up to the best of 'em) Anyways, what I really need is a Heroes marathon..that would be a HUGE help. And y'know NBC owns BRAVO which is a queen of marathons. So why no marathons on the mother-station? That's a pisser, maaaan!
Over on the "eye network" I saw a few promos for the season premiere of "The King of Queens". Not the season premiere of syndicated reruns, mind you, a new season of actual new episodes. Those are not excitement italics, kittens, those are italics of utter bewilderment. Sooo, King of Queens was *NOT* cancelled 2 years ago...huh...I shall file that in Monday's "Ya Learn Somethin' New Everydamnday" file. I feel one ought to abide by the wise old adage--" always leave them wanting more". Like, for instance, Friends fans (not that I was ever one of that contingent) were always wanting more and had to be pretty much weened off that show. And Seinfeld ended its run with like 500 more excellent episodes within their capabilities. That's why these shows went out in a blaze of glory. And had series finales that were bigfat deals that raked in the beaucoup ratings. Now "The King of Queens" which--I don't know if you knew this or not, is still on the air-- is going to have one of those embarrassing unobserved under-the-porch deaths like "Coach" and "Wings" did. It will run until 2010 or so and no one will know that it's cancelled except the elite few invited to the intimate cast pizza party and then Kevin James will go on to other comedy supporting roles (hopefully ones that allow for a bit of his hilarious brand of awkward white-guy dancing) and Leah Remini will probably have to revive her career by borrowing a ploy from the Celeb Scientologists' "Holy-sh*t-what-a-freaking-nutjob" Bag o' Tricks. Incidentally, it's hard for me to believe that Leah Remini is a Scientologist. She seems so down-to- earthy ...like she's from the old neighborhood (I don't know where, in precise geographical terms, the "old neighborhood " is .. somewhereabouts in NY or NJ) Oh! You know what she seems like? She seems like someone Mrs Rosini would try to set Tony up with (and in that hypothetic scenario, I happen to know the "old neighborhood" would be Brooklyn). Well, I don't KNOW Leah Remini, of course, but she just doesn't strike me as the Scientology type. Scientology seems more appropriate for flaky West Coast types.
RADIO MISCELLANY-- Not having gotten around to getting my CD player installed in my car has made me a great patron of the radio. I heard some good dance songs this weekend. I know that many music fans are critical of dance/ electronic music. Y'know those snobby music snobs that dismiss music sans actual instruments as "soul-less". To that I say "BOLLOCKS" "Sandstorm" (by Darude--heard this on Sunday night) is one of the most moving songs I know. It doesn't like move me to tears or anything stupid like that, but I hear the song and am instantly transported-- not sure where, 'cause it's dark (and I'm probably wacky on the junk, y'know) there are strobe lights.....vast multitudes...a lot of the crowd brandishing glowsticks...hopping...there's hopping...we're all hopping in time.
WOAH.... just typing about the song and I get a smidgeon transported. Very evocative stuff. I also heard Gigi D'Agostino's "I'll Fly With You" which I enjoy a lot but it doesn't send me on any head trips.
Also heard a radio advert for the SLINKY on Sunday a.m. Is this in need of advertising? For real?? Is there a whole new, up & coming generation that is not at all familiar with the Slinky phenomenon?? Craaaazy!
And speaking of Sunday morning radio, why is lameass Ryan Seacrest ALWAYS filling in for Casey Kasem lately?? Is there something really wrong with Casey or is he just out with a case of being old?? Whatever it is, I want him to recover ASAP because I love Casey!! And listening to Rick Dees is NOT an option (I don't CARE if he did give the world Disco Duck, that guy is crap personified)
Monday, November 27, 2006
Why am I posting my queue? Well, the short answer is--slow news day in my 'hood. But why post the B-T-R Queue and not a recipe or a poem or again blather on about a celeb birthday (old standby ploy of mine). Well my motivation ( aside from Kara stealing my celeb b-day du jour from me..happy 30th, anyway, Urkel!!) was that maybe some kindhearted & well-read soul might want to help me prioritize. I listed the queue books in no particular order, but if anybody out there has read one of these, and highly recommends it, I will bump it up to the top of the queue. Likewise, if someone has read one or more of these titles and found them to be somewhat lacking/disappointing/ an abominable heap of dung, then I will defer to that someone's judgement and boot the book to the bottom o' the queue. In this fashion, I could prioritize the queue. I know it seems lazily redundant of me to keep saying "queue" and not seek out a synonym, but I assure you it's entirely deliberate because I adore the word "queue".
Anyways... my QUEUE...in no particular order....
Books to read Queue
1.Song of Solomon (Toni Morrison)
2. Tully (Paulina Simmons)
3.Cold Mountain (Charles Frazier)
4.The Sunlight Dialogues (John Gardner)
5.The Jewel of 7 Stars (Bram Stoker)
6. The Curious Incident of the Dog at Nighttime(Mark Haddon)
7.Resistance (Anita Shreve)
8.The Lady & The Unicorn (Tracy Chevalier)
9.Frankenstein;Pt.1 (Dean Koontz)
10.Sense & Sensibility (Jane Austen)
11.Silas Marner (George Eliot)
12.I am Charlotte Simmons (Tom Wolffe)
13.Vilette (Charlotte Bronte)
14. Frankenstein (Mary Shelley)
15. Ivanhoe (Sir Walter Scott)
16. To The Lighthouse (Virginia Woolf)
17. The Name of the Rose (Umberto Eco)
18. Big Stone Gap (Adriana Trigiani)
19.Masque of the Black Tulip (Lauren Willig)
20. Women In Love (DH Lawrence)
Now, this is not counting 3 or 4 books (that I can't recall the names of) that I have gotten as gifts and not yet read. I also am excluding another mental book list of books that I have started to read and abandoned because I just couldn't muddle through 'em. There's a few of those, unfortunately. Maaan, I always feel like a big fat reading failure when I quit a book part way through it. Which is sorta why I want to prioritize the above queue. If you guys help me keep the stinkers away from the top of the list, they're more apt to languish on the B-T-R Queue than to wind up on the awful "Abandoned Books to Oneday Revisit List". I feel a teeny twinge of guilt about items languishing in queue, but have much more guilt about the AB List.
So in summation, any prioritizing aid is much appreciated, amigos.
Speaking of reading, I am currently 3/4 of the way through "Misfortune" by Wesley Stace, which I do recommend. Maybe not NUMERO UNO in your queue but you should put in your top 7 (top 5 seemed too urgent, top 10..not quite praiseworthy enough).
Friday, November 24, 2006
It's stupid how they make such a big fat deal out of Thanksgiving Day football. Yaaaaaawn. In my view, it's the parade that's the must-see Turkey Day TV. I should say the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, but apparently you can only claim to have watched that if you'd tuned in on NBC. Over on CBS, I believe it's called the All American Thanksgiving Day Parade. Y'know, that used to mess me up as a kid...I thought there were 2 different parades going on. It's been that way since forever-- Macy's does not permit CBS to say its name. Must be some bad blood there. I wonder what went down. It's got to be some rights ownership thing. But don't such deals come up for renewal after so many years? Like NFL games for instance-- haven't they switched networks a few times??
Anyways I watched the WHOLE parade this year, and that pleased me immensely(usually I only catch part of it). I started out toggling between NBC & CBS but then my toggling finger got tuckered out and I parked it on CBS. Mostly because CBS's "man-on-the-street" correspondent doing crowd interviews was Neil Patrick Harris. I found him to be quite witty and charming in that capacity. I'm all for him hosting the Oscars (although I'm sure he's not big-name enough for that gig) that's how dazzled I was by his correspondent skills. I'm thinking I actually like him more now that he's been outed. I've long wanted a gay amigo in my posse (as I've said before). I think, in my head, I've cast Neil Patrick Harris as my pretend gay best friend. Until I get me a real one. That could be a while though, as acquiring a laptop takes priority over snagging a gay guypal.
There's 3 of us in the office today and bidness is slower than a comatose snail. I know most people don't work on the day after Thanksgiving, and most of the company is closed down, but the thought is that not all of our customers are closed today, so we need to have some customer service & technical support personnel in today. So you have to volunteer to work on a day that, officially, we're closed. Same thing with the day after Christmas. So I'm usually pretty eager to take the day after Thanksgiving because then I feel I've got a valid excuse to not volunteer for Boxing Day duties. Anyways, I can't believe I'm getting paid extra to be here today. If any of our customers are open today, then they must be taking a prolonged tryptophan-induced siesta. I've sent out 2 faxes today, fielded 1 call and I watched an entire episode of Grey's Anatomy (on ABC's website). I don't mind a slow day but this is RIDICULOUS. Methinks I'll do some 'net Christmas shopping later.
The other day I wanted to recommend a movie, but my cinematic blathering got all taken up by weak-ass tribute to Robert Altman. Monday night I caught "The Shop Around the Corner" on TCM. I'd already seen it (I own it), but this recent viewing reminded me what a good flick it is. If you're not B&W movie-phobic, then I recommend renting it. Is it weird for me to be crushing on circa 1940 Jimmy Stewart?? Probably a little, but it's not like I'm writing him fan mail or anything...
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Just read that Robert Altman died yesterday. In doing some imdb background checking, I discovered that though he's had quite a few Oscar nominations, last year's Lifetime Achievement Oscar (I think the official Academy terminology would be "Honorary Oscar" but whatev) was his first and only win. I hope that didn't have anything to do with it. I mean, an Honorary Oscar seems like a fine achievement and generally I think any recipient would welcome it, but, psychologically...I see how it could be perceived as a jinx. Or seen as sort of the yanking away of the proverbial carrot, knowwhatimean Vern?
Didn't he say something during his Oscar acceptance speech about having a heart transplant?? I swear I recall a mention of a heart transplant in there somewhere.
Anyways, I enjoy a lot of Altman films...I own McCabe & Mrs Miller/ Nashville/ The Long Goodbye/Popeye/&Gosford Park and have rented (and really liked) 3 Women (1977).
Here follows my praise for my three faves---
1. Gosford Park-- I have friends that have denounced this an utter snooze but I just loved it. I mean, to begin with, a turn-of-the-century (20th) British manor setting-- that is sooo my milieu. You had me at British!! It really honed in on the lifestyle & mindset of the "below stairs" folk and was the first cinematic exploration of that (that I had seen)
But now the big bonuses...it had Kelly McDonald in it, and I haven't seen her in too much of anything, but she is so lovely in a really refreshingly nonconventional way. It's the only movie I've seen her in where she gets to be free w/ her native Scottish brogue. Scottish accents kick arse.
But most importantly, this film--God love it-- was the one that first brought to my attention what a magnificent piece of eye candy Clive Owen is. I just adore him. Whenever I play MASH he is guaranteed a slot on my 5 Boys List. (that wasn't meant to be a tie-in to the Altman themed post...just a crrrrazy cosmic coincidence, that)
2. Popeye-- I really love this movie. It was like a live action comic musical, and, incidentally one of the first movies I ever recall seeing as a wee tot. We went to the drive in to see it, and brought plums from home rather than patronize the skanky snack bar and the only part I remember from my first ever showing of it is one the early scenes--I think it was the opening scene ( probably I dozed off shortly after...I was only 3, after all) where Popeye is rowing in a fierce storm.
Anyways, I've since added Popeye to my DVD library and I've seen it many times. I know it's trite and oversaid to enthuse "(insert actor's name here) was BORN to play this role!!" but I just gotta say it-- "Shelly Duvall was BORN to play Olive Oyl!!" If I didn't happen to know that the comic strip "Popeye" predated Shelly Duvall by 20 yrs than I woulda presumed she was the inspiration for Olive Oyl. Which is, of course, another way of saying she was born to play the role. Me being redundant. On to the next bullet point...
I loved, loved, loved Popeye in this movie-- from his scrinched-up face to his freakshow forearms. I own a pair of Popeye jammie pants and it may be my appreciation for Robin Williams' portrayal of Popeye that compelled me to buy said jammie pants. I got so worn down typing that ginormous sentence (probably a run-on sentence) that I nearly typed "Robbie Williams' portrayal of Popeye"....now THAT would be an oddball alternate universe. His portrayal would probably be horrific skin-ripped-off Sailor Man who loves spinach. Ohmigod, I don't remember what song that was, but did you ever see that video?? It was a perfectly normal (if a little dull) video for a fairly mundane song until--BWWWARGH!--there's Robbie sans skin. It was one of those monumentally traumatizing music videos like Metallica's "One" or NIN "Closer". Sorry...overcome by a bit of a tangent there...
Anyways, I'm not much of a Robin Williams fan, and not prone to uniformly praise everything he does (actually the opposite is probably true...RW is a smidge too manic for my liking) but he was a terrific Popeye. Popeye, in this movie, is probably one of my top movie dads. #1 is most definitely Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch, but Popeye is high up on the list. Maybe I will type the whole list out for my Father's Day post. Remind me, okay??
3. The Long Goodbye-- Really good dialogue in this movie. I love Elliot Gould's character--just dripping with a very low key sarcasm (so, in other words, very relateable- from my perspective) OK, so I'd like to expound upon the virtues of this movie but, no can do. I'm just SPENT , kiddies. Aside from being possessed by nasty tangent demons, I also tried (unsuccessfully) like a thousand times to post a Popeye picture. Grrr.
Monday, November 20, 2006
The same goes with music...and this is why I was contemplating this... stuff played on the radio today that kinda ruffled my feathers. First off, on the way in to work I heard The Beach Boys. I no wanna hear The Beach Boys in November!! The offending song was "California Girls", which doesn't quite reference summer exactly or summer activities (as many Beach Boys songs are wont to) but The Beach Boys are an aptly named crew, the boys just have sunshine in their larynxes, I guess. Even when they sing "Little Saint Nick" I think summer. My fave Beach Boys tune, by the way (veering slightly off topic, only because I knew you were dying to know!) well, I like their slower, non-surfy stuff, I think numero uno would be "God Only Knows" with "Don't Worry Baby" as a close second and a very special honorable mention to "Poppa OOoo Mow-mow" because that is some kooky-hilarious shit right there. And then during lunch I heard The Cure's "Friday I'm in Love" and that irked me as well. Even though I adore the Cure and love that song, that was NOT kosher by me. Friday happens to be my favorite day of the week, and I don't need a song rubbing it in my face how it is NOT Friday, and on vile, ucky Monday, of all days. Conversely, it would displease me to hear "Manic Monday" Tues-Sun.
I bought this lip gloss at Bath & Bodyworks that has these natural lip plumping elements in it. I'm starting to see these lip plumping lip glosses all over the place (I have a few already--Sally Hansen, Bonnie Belle... yeah, yeah, I know, real high end stuff) lately. It's odd how they suddenly cropped up -- because it's not new technology, Lip Venom has been out for aaaaages and that's the same deal (it's the original in that whole makeup genre, actually) but for aaaages, it was just Lip Venom for your cheapie drugstore faux collagen injex needs, but now these lip plumping glosses are everywhere...so maybe Lip Venom had had legal rights to the recipe...a patent that just expired or something. Anyways... the stuff they sell at Bath & Bodyworks does a pretty good job, I must attest. I don't quite have those Angelina Jolie futon lips, but the smoocher is noticeably fuller. And poutier. But that could just be me pouting. I'm never very smiley on Mondays, y'know. The name of the color I bought is "Spiced Apple Rapture". I think "rapture" is a bit over the top...after all, it doesn't make me moan or shudder when I apply, or anything like that.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Today was hellah busy and it sucked, sucked, sucked. It sucked like when you try to consume your Frosty via straw immediately after getting it from the drive-thru (that's like skull-trembling sucking..but you have to do it. You have to make Frostys last. They are DELICIOUS). You know what I hate more than being busy? I hate it when people say "I like it when it's busy. Makes the day go faster." Uggh. That's right up there with people saying "I love a challenge" HOW F*ING NAUSEATING. Don't ever utter either of those 2 phrases in my presence. I WILL WHACK YOU FOR FROSTY MONEY.
Must comment on my comrade Kara's post from today--rather, one of her 500 posts from today (sheeesh!). It was this one --brief but thought provoking. I was inclined to post a comment there --since I am in "The Office" state of mind (with a "super-size" eppy on tonight's docket too boot. I'm not all that impressed by the lengthened time slot though...probably it means extra commercials) But I needed blog fodder of my own (see constipated noggin diatribe from 2 min ago...above) so I am voicing my views here. I would not say exactly that I am on "Team Karen"...ultimately I DO want Pam & Jim together (of course, that's like a given...I don't think there's a single "Office" fan opposed to that notion) However, I feel Jim deserves 1, maybe 2 flings before he gives Pam another chance. I mean, she SOOO blew it. He laid his soul bare in last season's finale-- not once, but TWICE. And she got all emotionally retarded and clammed up on him. I realize she was still technically committed to asshead Roy at the time, so I'm not saying she should've eloped with him or even hit the sheets with him (although -really-how could she resist??) but she could've given the guy a wee tiny smidgeon of encouragement, no? He must have been heartbroken and mortified and all sorts of displeased. And then he had to move away. And moving sucks. It's a lot of packing and lifting and really cuts in to one's sitting on yer ass time. So yeah, Jim belongs w/ Pam & vice versa blah, blah ,blah, but I'd like to see Jim get a bit of revenge first, y'know? There should be a "Team Jim" shirt. That one I would buy....
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
So this afternoon, I had dashed out to the caf with the intent to buy peanut M&Ms (nemma-nems as I like to call them...I seem to retain all the cutesy verbal idiosyncrasies that my nieces outgrow...ie: "nemma-nems" and calling meatloaf "MeePo" It 's probably not as cute in me, but whatev) I wasn't even going to brood over D4. But luckily I DID glance that way and....yoooou guessed it! Oh fortuitous denoument! Happy happy joy joy! Yes, Virginia, there IS a Santy Claus-- somebody bought the accursed Brown Sugar & Cinnamon Pop Tart!!! I didn't even want a Pop Tart, but I bought it so that I could hoard it. I could see that behind Strawberry was ANOTHER Brown Sugar & Cinnamon and so if I missed out on seizing this Strawberry it would be another 2 wks before I had another opportunity. And I also got my peanut nemma-nems.
I just wanted to check in for the sake of being blog-diligent, but reeeally not much to report as of late. Hence a whopping 2 paragraphs on Pop Tarts....
Monday, November 13, 2006
In awesome celebrity birthdays, we have Gerard Butler turning 37 today. He's not quite A-list yet, but I do find him terribly foxy AND he has a Scottish accent (tremendous bonus there....most likely a by-product of him actually being from Scotland) .
This weekend was fairly sucky. My poor niecey Lucy had to get stitches in her face on Saturday. She had grabbed one of Chloe's snow globes and slipped with it (feet clad in slippery tights on the hardwood floor) and her face fell into the broken glass. If the cuts do scar after her stitches come out, it won't be all that bad, because ultimately the 2 cuts (cheek and lip) weren't too sizable, but I guess it gushed lots of blood when it happened. And Laura said it was even scarier when they had to put her under to do the stitches-- they had to stick her with a HUGE needle and give her oxygen and all that. But to put a Pollyanna spin on the whole situation, she IS quite lucky that she didn't get any glass bits in her eyes or mouth.
Well, nothing makes up for a shitty weekend and a drab Monday back in the office like droppin' some moolah frivolously at Borders. So that is what I am going to do rrrrright NOW. Ciao bella donkeykong!!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
I was taking a bit of a risk with the Portugese Kale soup as I'd never before tried it... but it's good. It's got kale, onions, celery, kidney beans, carrots, potato, and cubed up sausage or kelbasa. I don't know what sort of meat it is, honestly. It tastes alright, but I don't like to look at it. It's pretty nasty looking there on my spoon so I shove it hastily into my mouthhole without further perusal. So, I probably will NOT figure out what meat is afloat in this soup, unless I think to reserve a nugget to seal up in a business envelope and then send it off to the lab for testing.... wait, I've already used up my lab budget for the month...it seems the world will never know.
I was watching some vids on VH1 Classics the other night (enjoying the hell out of it now before Adelphia cruelly yanks it from moi) and I caught "I Wanna Be a Cowboy" by Boys Don't Cry. I was absolutely over the f-ing MOON!! I've always loved that song...(if they'd followed up with Baltimora's "Tarzan Boy" I would've wet myself. But alas, that was not meant to be) and its singer has always intrigued me with his delivery of the titular line. He sounds like he really truly DOES want to be a cowboy, and also he sounds a bit angry about it. I think that his present inability to be a cowboy infuriates him. Furthermore, he is ever mindful of time constraints on realizing his dream--as evidenced by the oddly fatalistic last line of the song. "My name is Ted. And one day...I'll be dead". See, at first glance it seems like a frothy one hit wonder, but this is THESIS PAPER FODDER, baby. And that's why I enjoy "I Wanna Be A Cowboy". Because, I'm like, deep and stuff. (Coming soon: my lecture series on Human League's "Don't You Want Me?"...)
Of course, I was not so wrapped up in retro video goodness that I missed Nip/Tuck (never!!) I hope Julia's confession means that she and Marlowe are NOT going to have an encore in the sack. Maybe it is wicked and closed minded of me, but when those two hit the sheets I had to use the protective grid of my fingers to look at the screen (that's like how I have to watch the N/T surgery scenes). And I found myself chanting "Ew ew ewww ew ew ew ewww!" against my will. Also, who woulda pegged Escobar for being such a font of sage advice? It was indeed good timing for Sean to come clean about his own little nanny faux pas. Well, ideally he would've confessed right after Julia did (while he had the Mrs writhing up against the wall --that woulda been an ideal moment right there) But I suppose he chose the second most opportune moment... how convenient to be able to follow up a bombshell like that with "Oh, and some guy got shot in our den"
Time for me to jet my pets... ciao!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Anyways I spent so much money that even if it wasn't all TOP SECRET CHRISTMAS LOOT , I would not itemize my purchases here (as I've been known to do). I just...I...I feel dirrrrty.
Y'know what else makes me feel dirty...Bruce Springsteen circa 1985. Ok, well, not really dirty. But I was watching VH1 classics last night (if I get that on my free preview channel for another week I will be mucho mucho stoked-0) and his great "Dancin' in the Dark" video came on. Hey, crude aside here, if David Arquette ever amuses himself w/ hot lesbian fantasies about the Mrs, then he's probably got a well worn copy of this video. How butch does Courtney look here? Zoinks!
Anyways it struck me that I have not given Brucie ample credit for his past handsomeness. Ok, not that he's a decrepit pile of shit now, he's held up rather well for 57 yrs old actually, he's simply past the age where he's my cup o' tea. But back in '84 or '85 I woulda let him be the Boss...ok that came out creepy when you do the math (my being 8 in 1985, and all) but we're talkin' time machine or clone scenario here... like maybe the time machine I've been tinkerin' with in my parents' cellar will suddenly get operational and 2006 Sandra will beam herself into the "Dancin' in the Dark " video shoot and disable Courtney Cox with a well-aimed elbow to the face, then take her place. Or Doc Brown will trick out 1985 Springsteen's Chevy pickup with a flux capacitor enabling him to visit 2006. Or 1985 Springsteen had the foresight to freeze some DNA of himself and he's just got around to defrosting the freezer and used that DNA to make a clone of his 21 years ago self.... a BossClone that I will--through some wild and convoluted chain of happenstance--meet at Denny's on some Thursday at 2:30 in the a.m. Ok, the abridged version is: I am not 8 yrs old in whatever hypothetical scenario where I have my fling con el jefe.
It amuses me that I would find the Boss alluring in this video, because in his dance moves I detected a hint of George Michael (not "Faith" era GM, I'm referencing here the Wham years and specifically the leaping and bopping spectacle that was his "Wake Me Up you Go-Go" vid) and a slight dash of The Lord of the Prance ...Mr Billy Squier In short, his dancing is a wee bit... oh, I dunno, fey. Just a bit. I mean, certainly in this regard he is no match for Squier. Yeah Squier even trumps Wham...it's pretty ridiculously redunkulous. I advise clicking the link as it MUST be seen to be believed.
But anyways, back to the Boss.... There is no good reason that I would adore him so. There's only 3 songs of his that I really dig. I think he has some magic Boss mojo that makes him thus. Something innately lovable about the guy, y'know??
My absolute favorite Springsteen song is "I'm On Fire" and I've long been pissed about its exclusion from Springsteen's ubiquitous Greatest Hits CD. Y'know the one. . . .
Anyways, my #1 fave Boss song is not on there at all. That is a HEINOUS oversight. That song is all dark, and I always thought it had a kind of pervy undercurrent to it. What's not to love? And Brucie...it would most definitely provide a counterpoint to the rest of your Heartland rock, salt-of-the-earth type repertoire...y'know show that you have range, eh? Whatev. So I was ruminating about this song today and I actually found the video on Yahoo music and so I enjoyed that while I partook of my cube of Alan's Vending applesauce cake (with raisins). Both were delicious.
Ciao for now dearies....
Friday, November 03, 2006
1. Maya Rudolph is shacking up with PT Anderson?? Last I knew, Anderson was in a relationship with Fiona "THIS WORLD IS BULLSHIT" Apple (hmm, can't imagine why he'd split from a sweetheart like that) I guess this just stuns me because the media is so overrun with all this incredibly vital CELEBRITY COUPLE NEWS that it seems inconceivable that there could exist a celebrity couple that I am not aware of.
2. Check out that picture. This chick keeps the SNL make-up department in bidness, yo. That is not to be interpreted as me saying Maya Rudolph is ugly...this picture just reveals her to be far MOLEY-ER than she appears to be on my TV. I don't know if anyone can back me up on this, as I believe I am one of maybe 11 remaining loyal viewers of SNL. Well, anyways, in summation, to quote the honorable Mr Austin Powers: Moley, moley, moley, moley, moley! Guacamole, moley!!
3. One of the principle players in this saga is one Mr Frances Feeney. That's Frances.
Feeney. .....Francis Feeney. Teee hee heeehee
My sister gets all these catalogs for quality educational toys...I enjoy a good toy catalog. It definitely hasn't the literary merit of a J Peterman, but it's a waaay more entertaining read than a Cabela's. Anyways, she had such a catalog on her toilet-side table --some company called "Young Explorers". I was astounded to find this lowbrow bear (click on pic to check it out) amongst the offerings of enriching and educational products...
The "The Gas We Pass " book I can almost get. If you find it absolutely necessary to enlighten your kids on the "science of flatulence" then I suppose a "colorfully illustrated 28 page hardcover book" would be the route to go. But the bear? Please!! We are born into this world as hoggers, innately amused by flatulence. Kids really don't need toys that exalt/ encourage that kind of behavior. Oy. Save yourself 30 bucks (ok, $29.95 to be precise) and give your children a can of beans. You kids want fart-induced hilarity? Well, you might as well get a protein & vitamin B1 fix while you're at it-- chow down.
Speaking of bears.... apparently Teddy Ruxpin is coming out of retirement. I wonder how that is gonna work out, since I'm seeing this newcomer all over the place. I predict the tension will be tangible in the Walmart plush toy aisle, as Playskool ( who produced Teddy Ruxpin from the late 80s until his retirement in '96) is the company behind this TJ Bearytales wannabe chump. On to a younger and cuter model are you, Playskool? Oh, I know that tune. You BASTARDS.
Anyways I copied the whole dialogue into Microsoft Paint, just so I could obscure the names of the innocent (until proven guilty). I especially want to blot out the name of the dude who I slammed for having a limp & lifeless handshake. Well, that is a big deal with me--that initial handshake upon introduction. I'm rather a fan of the hearty handshake and a wussy handshake could just prejudice me against you forever. Well not forever...but for a goodly amount of months, let's just say. Maybe I should take it as a compliment and presume that this new person sees me as some delicate blossom and is handling me accordingly (and--really-that would not offend me like it would some people). But I can't help it.. my natural perception of a feeble handshake is just that the shaker isn't really feeling it, y'know--just offering you a polite but emotionally devoid handshake but not a sincere gesture of friendship. Well, as much as I dislike a wussy handshake, I still didn't want to publicly scorn this guy.
I'm not sure why most of the pics, when posted, show up as black squares. Well, no matter, it kind of lends it an aura of mystery or somethin'. But if you click on the squares, you can read it.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
The minister to the bride:
“And do you take/His fortune/At its prime and ebb/And seek/With him best fortune/For us all?/Do you?”
and then says to the groom:
“Now, (groom's name),/girls need clothes/And food and/Tender happiness and frills/A pan, a comb,/perhaps a cat/All caprice if you will/But still/They need them./Do you then/Provide?/Do you?”
the preceding was pasted direct from an MSNBC article. Anyways, I think it's when they get into the itemization of wifely requirements that the vows veer off into One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish territory. "A pan, a comb, perhaps a cat......a plaster gnome... a chartreuse hat"
Mostly it just makes me want to run out and snag me a Scientology stud. I've been wondering how on Earth I was going to acquire that pan I've been yearning for. Not to mention that comb I've been eyeing down tah the dollar store. Just think of all the copious loot made available if you sign up to become a Scientology wife. Not to mention tender happiness and frills and all that happy horseshit. Sounds much better than marrying into Mormonism, doesn't it??
So today is the birthday of Carl Ditters von Dittersdorf...who turns 267 years young today. Also born on Nov 2 (back in 1865) was this dude:
Doesn't he look like a MEAN bastard?? Well, I don't want to make any assumptions based on just one surly mugged photo, but still... sheeeesh. That's 29th prez Warren G Harding, by the way. And despite what this pic seems to indicate, the G does NOT stand for Grumpy nor Grouchy. The dude's middle name was "Gamaliel" Pretty snazzy, I thought. And just an FYI for y'all, I did not learn that from wikipedia, rather that is noted on the Presidents of the United States of America (Los presidentes de los Estados Unidos de America) plastic placemat I have hanging up on my cubicle walls. I love educational placemats. And I don't learn everything from wikipedia.
So I told mi amiga Robin that Harding's middle name was Gamaliel and she counter-educated me that that is a Biblical name...the name of some high priest in the Bible. She is quick with the Bible-smarts, that one. I've never heard of Gamaliel. But y'know Robin is a Baptist just like Warren G Harding was...so maybe the Baptist folk dwell more on obscure high priests than we Roman Catholics do. Whatev. I bet if the Jeopardy category were "Saints" I would kick her ass though.
I am going to mentally bookmark the name "Gamaliel" as a possible pet name or prized inanimate object name (y'know like how one might name their car or their wooden leg or something).
I watched the Thriller video on Yahoo music this afternoon. Not the same kick as having it come on the radio but it was a worthwhile diversion nonetheless. You know, compared to how MJ looks now... zombieMJ is a downright HOTTIE.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Maybe modern technology is partially to blame here. Could it be that traditional radio stations, convinced that everyone is plugged into their Ipods or listening to Sirius, and that they have lost ALL their listeners, maybe they think then that no one will be disappointed when they fail to play "Monster Mash" and/or "Thriller" for Halloween.
Well I was listening radio community, and I was immensely disappointed. And on MY BIRTHDAY no less ! DaaaaAAAMN IT!!
However I should mention that Q106 somewhat redeemed itself today by playing Led Zeppelin's Heartbreaker during my lunch hour. None of the rest of y'all are off the hook though!!!
My birthday was...uhh, well, it certainly wasn't a bad day, but it was..meh. On the one hand, I'm thinking: "That's just fine. It's okay to have a "meh" birthday. After all, it's tremendously arrogant of you, this notion you foster that the world revolves around it being your birthday." But the other part of me is inordinately bummed that I had a "meh" birthday, since I feel certain that in Oct 2007, at the dawn of my third decade, my talent for having or producing fun will decrease by--at the very least-- 50%. If this suspicion has any validity...well, maybe I should designate 2007 as my year to "make hay while the sun shines"....whatever that might entail.
Today in Mexico is Dia De Los Muertos--"Day of the Dead". Accordingly I am wearing a red do-rag with skulls on it. Now it is COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL that commemorate Dia De Los Muertos with a skull themed do-rag day fell on the very same day as skip-a-morning-shower-because-you-want-15-more-minutes-of-sleep day.