mad random randomness

I watched the movie Waxwork last night. It was horribly cheesy..I rather liked it. I like Deborah Foreman, and tend to dig her movies. Her character in this one came down with this bizarro fixation on the Marquis de Sade. Yyyikes! I think you're average outsider of the 80s you're apt to listen to lots of Joy Division, have posters of Robert Smith or Morrissey or somethin' but ...the Marquis? Daaamn! Gee, that's ummm..yeah...pretty flippin' dark.

I went to a wax museum once upon a time. It was House of Frankenstein in Lake George, NY (which is apparently still operational). As you mighta surmised from the name, it was a wax museum of the "spooky" variety. You'd think, as I was just 7 or 8 yrs old, that the folks would take me to one of the "Madame Tussaud's" variety, with facsimiles of top celebs in bland & nonthreatening poses. Or skip wax museums entirely, if the only one in town is going to get me pants-shittin' scared (I didn't--for the record-- shit my pants. I don't know why. I surely could have. Must've toured the House o' F-stein prior to lunch) But these were the parents who thought it was fine for me to watch The Birds at age 6. That movie gave me recurring nightmares! No wonder I'm such a skittish lass today(a skittish lass who doesn't take too kindly to birds). Anyways, I don't remember much specifically about the displays, just that they were pretty heavy on the gore. The first few freaked me out so much that I was walking with my head down & holding my sister's hand. I fixed my gaze on the floor & said to Laura " I'm not going to look" But she would be all "Oh HEY ...this one's not bad!!" And I would look and be horrified by a blood-spattered chainsaw murderer holding up a severed head or some such grisly tableau. And Laura would laugh her ass off when she fooled me this way...and probably I fell for it more times than I should admit. Older sisters are big meanies.

Speaking of big meanies*.. I think I want to watch the EliteXC fights tomorrow night. Or at least DVR it. I'm going to bake an apple pie or two tomorrow and then baby sit the kiddos, so not sure when I can fit the fight in. Anyways about the EliteXC crew...aforementioned big meanies...I found myself, fixated on perusing this site. It's naughty of me to generalize, but I was surprised to see so many fighters that have college degrees (supposedly, according to their site bio) Also, it surprised me how many pretty faces were found in this crew. If I were so good looking, I would not want to subject my face to regular fist pummellings of great force and frequency. And let's not forget cauliflower ear. Of course, there was a number of nonsurprises-- dudes who look like they've definitely been incarcerated (at least once!). Yep, I don't care what it sez in their bios, some of these dudes have fer sure seen the innards of the hoosegow.

This guy is my favorite. James Thompson--he was in the first & only mme fight I've seen (that silly ass-clown Kimbo Slice beated him, I'm afraid) and I thought he was foxy then too (minus the cauliflower ear).

He hails from Manchester (Manchester England, England. Across the Atlantic Seeea) and he has a hot accent. Well, he'd be hot without the hot accent (and lots hotter sans ear deformity) but the thuggy Brit accent is a nice bonus. I think I wrote about him in a previous post, but I don't think I'd read at that point, his bio on the EliteXC site. I was particularly intrigued by the final line of it, which read "Prior to his professional fighting career, James worked as a debt collector and Gypsy remover." Now the debt collector thing, well if that ="repo man" well, then that would add cool points to his resume. But don't tell me he's one of those credit card company asswipes that call me constantly. "Your account is delinquent Ms. LeeeMYRE..." Fuck that...if he was that brand of debt collector, I'll get in the damn ring with him myself. Bastard. Although, Gypsy Remover is undeniably a cool credit to have in your work history repertoire. Is there a big market for Gypsy removal nowadays? Is Manchester overrun with Gypsies? Hmmm...

To suddenly & entirely switch topics on y'all-- DESKTOP PICTURES.

Here's one I had put on my parent's PC because it rather amused me, plus I thought it might annoy my dad that I was futzing around with his computer settings unbidden. Anyways, the pic:

Oh that ZANY feline!! Don't he know that birds can't digest frankfurters??

I can't put a pic on my desktop at work (stupid fascists won't let me express meself) but if I right click an image and select "Set as Background" my computer will show that image when shutting down & also when it logs me off (if you're idle for --it's either 10 or 15 min--the system will boot you out of Windows...it's some dumb HIPPA privacy dealie) . So I recently changed my background to this neat Bob Peake illustration:

Because I love the pop art/ Yellow Submarine vibe here. Well, he had some other work with that same flava, but I selected this particular one because it's an ad for travelling Europe and I would love to explore Europe .

I raved in a post earlier this year about what marvelous illustration scans leifpeng has put up on his flickr page, and to me, Bob Peake is definitely one of the stand-out illustrators featured therein.

In other "good things" news... after extensive taste-testing, I have conclusively determined that THESE are the finest chocolate covered donuts on the market. Believe it. It's an empirically proven truth. An irrefutable FACT. Hostess Donettes are shit-- comparatively speaking.

Oh fiddlesticks!! I can't believe I didn't mention all the to-do goin' down at work. While I am still, secretly,slowly (ineffectually) working at getting a better job, my current job is changing. Our Wilder office ( the HR, IT, Finance & Marketing departments for the agency) is merging with our office (W Lebanon) in our location. Well, the Wilder office currently has a front desk/ receptionist/ clerical flunkie and that just so happens to be my lot in life in the Lebanon office. So that made me nervous--understandably. Well, about 2weeks ago (yeah, I'm pretty negligent in spreading the news, eh?) Cathy & Shawna pulled me in Shawna's office for a meeting, the gist of which was-- when all the Wilder folk come over, Kathy (my Wilder counterpart) is going to be the receptionist/flunkie, etc. and I'm going to be the assistant to Cathy (my boss that I don't care for...refresh your memory here). They're still hashing out the job title. I requested that it be something fancy. Job title's printed on my ID badge, so I suppose I'll have to get a new one done...and that one will have --god willing-- a better pic of me. Let's hope so. And hopefully it will be emblazoned with something more impressive than "OFFICE SPECIALIST". Ugh..I deplore that title. I would guess it will wind up being "Assistant to the Regional Director". Perhaps I will morph into a real Dwight Shrute sort of right-hand character and will continually try to snip out those 2 pesky words so I can be: "Assistant Regional Director".

Of course, if I really am going to be Shrute, than I am going to have to befriend Cathy (utterly adore her, if I want to emulate accurately, but I barely like her at this point so let's not set our sights too high, eh?) Actually, since I've got the news, I've been trying extra hard to like Cathy. Maybe I'll make a pie just for her. No , that's way too brownnosey..I wouldn't be able to pull it off without gagging at myself. But amongst peers, I really do feel you cannot underestimate the power of a goodwill gesture. Probably I learned that from Roxanny, who is now one of my nearest &dearest, but I remember when she started working with me, I totally paid her no mind. She was just some new coworker and I pretty much ignored her. And one day she totally stunned me by just buying me a coffee cake, apropos of nothin'. I took the bait and now we're great pals. But no, a spontaneous gifting of num-nums to my boss would be most unbecoming (to me anyways....I abhor asskissery). Although I would not object to her lavishing gifts on me. In fact, I think her taking me shopping would be a terrific means of bonding . She has loads more money than me anyways. Why not foot the bill for me to be outfitted in threads befitting my new station?? I mean, I haven't ever broken dress code while working at the VNA, but there have been a few occasions --4 or 5 perhaps-- where I've dressed as schlumpily as possible without technically breaking code. Now, she should NOT have to deal with having a sartorial embarrassment for an assistant...and..incidentally, the lady is moderately $loaded$(I suspect) so there you have it. She should take me on a Saturday expedition to the outlets and we would come back just like Shrute & Scott. Maybe even more simpatico..depending how much moolah she shills out.

Ah well, I'd best be off to bed or else I'll drop off to sleep whilest baking tomorrow and do a faceplant in the pie fillin' "Umm, yes..this pie is indeed delicious except I got a slice with what I think is a nosehair in it..."

*That was a glorious segue if I do say so meself.