rubykatewriting: (Lady Day Forever)
I know this has probably made the rounds here and then back again, but it just has to be said as many times as possible:

Tim Wise, you are a magnificent fucking bastard.
rubykatewriting: (Love Quote: On Fire)

I make no bones about my being a complete and total mush. I AM A TOTAL GIRL IN THAT RESPECT. But if people don't at least tear up at this vid, at the utter joy so apparent in a ceremony and place where we should totally feel overcome with utter joy, well – YOU ARE A ROBOT.
rubykatewriting: (Ms. Gomez: Pretty Laughter)
My girl McStevesalot sent me this on FB:


Attention, future spawn: please do not turn into an Alex P. Keaton, okay? My heart couldn't take it, nor could I handle the I-told-you-so-cackle I'd get from your grandmother EVERY TIME I talked to her.
rubykatewriting: (30 Rock: Food Talk)
FACT: having a hot guy prepare (while you watch) your very yummy scrambled eggs with spinach and turkey INFINITELY increases your enjoyment of them.

BONUS: when you tell him, "Oh, yeah, totally. Gives 'em extra crunch," after he jokes, "You want [the eggs] with a little shell, right?” he then laughs and dorkily says, "I like your humor." It's on par with saying, "That's/your funny," rather than actually laughing.

And now my totes delicious eggs are getting cold. OY.
rubykatewriting: (Heaven)
I went to my PCP a few weeks back because of my migraines. She prescribed Topamax. Its primary use is as an anticonvulsant, but it has shown great, long-term benefit in the treatment of migraines. For instance, if you take it for a year, you can actually see up to two to three years benefit. One potential side effect is peripheral neuropathy (tingling in the hands and feet), but that is mainly in the beginning of the treatment and transient.

Another side effect (or MAJOR BONUS and a big reason why I recently switched over to Yaz for my birth control): it suppresses the appetite. I don't really have an issue with this except when I'm PMSing and during my period, so basically two weeks out of the month I'm a bottomless pit, all FEED ME and Brenda-like.

However, I discovered something this week, another side effect of the drug. As most Americans of my generation, I have a thing for soda. My soda of choice? Big Red. (That link's for you, [ profile] briary_flower.) Anyway, I'd been noticing that the last few Big Reds I'd bought were flat, and then the Coke I bought with my beef fajita soft taco combo at Taco Cabana on Friday. Finally, on Monday, Katt managed to grab a couple of free, ice cold Cokes leftover from a meeting in the back workroom, and when I took a big gulp, I cringed as I swallowed down a mouthful of flat, highly sweet soda. I went to Gabs and asked her if her Coke was flat, too, and she said it was almost too carbonated to drink. "It's actually burning my throat."

So, in summation, I do not have the tinglies or migraines anymore, my appetite is practically non-existent, and soda is flat. I'd say that's a win-win-win.

In other, completely fanfuckingtastic news, Giuliani Completes His Collapse. If that isn't something to celebrate - hell, I was doing a jig in the car as they were discussing the results of the Florida primary this morning - I do not know what is. YAYS, PEOPLE. YAYS, YAYS, YAYS.
rubykatewriting: (They Really ARE)
I have had five pieces of amazing fudge. Officemate BibleThumper made it with dark and milk chocolate with big chunks of pecans. This on top of the handful (or more; I refuse to count for the eventual weeping that will occur if I do) of cupcakes I ate over the weekend. It is probably a good thing I've walked to the clinic building, back to our building, then onto the main building and back again with my monitor.

In other news of the not-so-jolly, it's T-Minus three days until The Grandmother arrives. Mom is picking her up on Thursday, and we're driving her back next Wednesday since it’s the only day we can drive together and it’s to be a one-day-roundtrip. To say that Mom has joined me on the hate train with regards to The Grandmother would be an understatement of such massive proportions as to make massive look tiny. She has actually surpassed me. Is it wrong that it warms my cockles? Like tremendously so?

I guess the shame is (and what ensures I will be going FedEx to HELL when I finally shake off this mortal coil) I don’t care if it does because I’m gleeful. It’s like Christmas has exploded inside my body.


May. 16th, 2007 01:27 pm
rubykatewriting: (Karen: *SMIRK*)
The York's response when I showed her a photograph of the Rothko sold for $73 million dollars:

"SEVENTY-THREE MILLION DOLLARS? On Design on a Dime, they could have put that together for $30 dollars." Pause. "SEVENTY-THREE MILLION DOLLARS? SEVENTY-THREE MILLION DOLLARS?!"

Seriously. The York, she never disappoints.

MAN. My salad is AWESOME, people. Fresh broccoli, cucumbers, grape tomatoes, and a nice side of baby carrots. GUH. I found myself singing, "I loooove fresh broccoli. Lalala..." But then I'm a hummer when my food is especially delicious.
rubykatewriting: (HIMYM: The Big Spoon)
Oh my fucking DAMN. It is fucking COLD in this office. I think it's Building Services overreaction to the fact that it's muggy as fuck outside. It's like what happens when summer hits, and all the movie theaters turn into igloos.

*shivers* And I'm drinking hot tea, too!

So, in the interest of delaying jumping all over my study manager's ass for being her usual lackluster self and keeping my fingers from freezing into little claws, I have recs.

Playing Doctors (or: five medical show crossovers that never happened) by [ profile] uarazy2
[PG-13, gen. Tiny reference to something that happens in House 3x19, general Scrubs Season 6. Grey's Anatomy/ER, Grey's/Scrubs, Scrubs/House, House/Grey's, and Scrubs/House.]
She nails every character. Dr. Cox's obligatory rant? Pitch perfect. There's humor and heartbreak, and I want to hug JD so hard by the end. It made me laugh and broke my heart.

You Don’t Have to Be a Super Hero to Work Here, But It Helps by [ profile] mandysbitch
[Heroes/The Office, Crossover, PG. This is written for the [ profile] whackapetrelli's Inappropriate Petrellis Challenge because every show needs a Petrelli.]
Karen as the long lost Petrelli sister Nathan and Peter never knew? It's even better than it sounds – dry Karen up against emo Peter? Yeah. PERFECTION. There's funny and even funnier and an unexpected hero and a sort of expected villain. Loved it.

In news of the GI variety, have any of you tried Cheerio's new Fruity Cheerios? DUDES. Food of the Gods, yo. Little tiny bursts of crunchy, fruity goodness. For reals.


Apr. 26th, 2007 02:13 pm
rubykatewriting: (Humming and Dreaming)
I went over to the UT Nursing school to grab a salad from their little deli (oh, French Corner, your boxed lunches may suck like a Dyson but your salad with grilled chicken is hum-inducing yummy), and fuck was it gorgeous outside! One of those rare spring days – high, warm sun, cool shade, and a lovely, gentle breeze – that Houston experiences about four times a year. It made for a nice jaunt across the courtyard between the buildings.

I'm definitely driving home with the windows down this afternoon.
rubykatewriting: (Kiss the Fattest Part of MY ASS!)
Cut because my department has officially gone round-the-fucking-bend. )

For a little bit of random: I love FNL because it is just generally fantastic, but they really win me over because their actors speak with authentic Texan accents. For some reason (perhaps because we identify ourselves as Southern for the most part?), actors think it’s a traditional southern drawl but it isn’t. There’s Southern Drawl and then there’s Texan Drawl. In fact, it's less accent and more rhythm. Basically, all you really have to do is slow it down and speak as if you couldn’t possibly expend any more energy.

I think it helps that the show is filmed in Austin since most of the cast (from what I can find on, only Jesse Plemons and Nieko Mann are from Texas) isn't from these parts.
rubykatewriting: (Mal: Done)
* I like the overall arc of Gilmore girls this season, i.e., I was finally able to catch up on all the episodes since the end of January. Seeing them all back to back like that, in one continuous thread, really showed off how well DR is doing. I like that he is actually wrapping up storylines that have been lingering since season one, specifically Lorelai and Christopher. Granted, I ship them - have since "Christopher Returns." However, we finally had a conclusion to their storyline. Somehow I doubt it would have been as neatly done in ASP's hands, simply because she hasn't been able to make a clear choice since mid-way through season two. It's always this back and forth. Then there is Emily. She will always be a bitch, a product of her upbringing and generation, but she's no longer stagnating in this pool of bitchery. There's movement, something approaching progression. Richard's heart attack was just as difficult to sit through as I knew it would be, but I so loved that scene with all four of my beloved Gilmores as they strolled the hospital hallways. It illustrated why I adored them from the word go, even with all the baggage so clearly evident in the pilot episode. I'll conclude my fannish love by saying that I also adore the trajectory of the RoryLogan relationship, and I loved watching Lane and Zack prepare, with massive amounts of grumbling and panicking, for their boys. Oh, and Mrs. Kim, you will always rock hard in my heart. (I can't go near the Anna/April/Luke custody storyline without seeing massive amounts of rageful red, so I'll save myself [and you] by not mentioning it any further.)

* 30 Rock is the most consistently funny and smartest show on network television. I cannot wait until it comes back, which according to my DVR, is this Thursday. I'm enjoying Andy Barker, PI well enough, but it is no 30 Rock.

* Slither is disgusting but oh so funny. Gunn so ably captured all that is fantastic about a good, scary monster movie while putting his own stamp on things. (He named the high school after Fred Ward's character in Tremors, people! One word: AWESOME.) I should also note that Gunn really writes some fantastic females. I loved Tania Saulnier and Elizabeth Banks, especially Banks. She was so fucking kickass as Starla. Plus, Nathan curses up a fucking storm, thereby putting it into automatic classic territory. (I'm shallow, yo.) But then I checked out the extras, all of them (a sure sign I love the film, if I'm checking out even the technical shit), and Nathan is AFUCKINGDORABLE, with his little-boy-like, "You scared the shit out of me!" Seriously, when does Drive start? I need my weekly fix of one Mr. Fillion, thanks. Another thing, the juxtaposition of Gregg Henry in this versus his polished role as Logan's pops on GG is pretty fangirl-inspiring, but then he had me at, "Move the fuck out of the way cocksucker!"

* The Lookout was decent, but not the immediate classic the critics are hailing it to be. JGL was fantastic of course. And pretty. So fucking pretty. It's funny. When he's half-naked (at one point, he wakes up in shorts and no shirt) he looks more solid, but dressed, he looks so fragile, as if I could take him over my knee and break him in half, all vengeful giant like.

* Upon second viewing (went to see it with Mom), Premonition is still as good and affecting, and knowing how it ends, I was able to sit back and pick up all the clues, but then one of the first scenes gives it away. It really reinforced that the "premonitions" are just the McGuffin of the piece.

* I find Paul Walker immensely more attractive when he handles his business like he did in Running Scared. He was capable and BELIEVABLE. (My world is all-askew.) He fucking rocked that part like I haven't seen him rock a part since Joy Ride. He was so gritty and worn around the edges (which makes TONS of sense once you realize what's really going down). Then he starred opposite Vera Farmiga, who played his kickass, take-no-names wife, and I just about died of happiness.

* Brothers & Sisters, how is it you make me laugh fucking out loud one minute, only to have me in tears the next? In short, how you so awesome?

I had other thoughts, but as I predicted, since I didn't write them down, they've fluttered away as so much else has over the last week. Dude, whatever this was I got this time kicked my ass, and then handed my kicked ass back to me, laughing.

Today is Katt's birthday so we're having chili-dogs and chips followed by strawberry cake with ice cream. God, I love hot dogs, but chili dogs OWN MY SOUL. Seriously. The only thing missing is the onions. It really isn't a chili dog without onions. Lots of them. However, we’re a close little office, so I’ll make do without.
rubykatewriting: (Hiro: Waffles!)
I ordered food from Hungry's today. HUGE mistake - well, until I finally got back to my desk and started eagerly shoveling down my beloved Black Bean Orzo Pasta Salad and cup of Black Bean with Pico de Gallo soup. Oh, and peed. Holy hell, I had to pee. It's just the Village is ridiculous during the lunch hour. Narrow streets coupled with small parking lots and loads of people (rich ones at that, ones who couldn't possibly care less that they are shitty, entitled drivers) = a pissy rubykate. I just need to stick to my "Only after 1 PM" rule when it comes to the Village from now on, but my hunger was like an angry, bitter thing since I didn't have dinner last night and a small breakfast this morning.

I did see Dr. Pest over there. He was having lunch with some lady who I know isn't his wife, but I'm sure it was a drug rep. There was no hanky panky, but he was certainly being charming with his Alan Alda voice (seriously, he sounds exactly like him, which is amusing considering I think AA is kind of a dick and a know-it-all. It's fitting) and his kickin' it old school preppy Penny Loafers. He is one of those people that is beyond abrasive and ten miles past out there yet totally brilliant, which is the only reason he's kept his job here all these years as he never curbs his tongue when it comes to the doctors here in our department or the so-called failings of this institution. (He once accused another doctor and his research nurse of being "Commies." People, I could not make this shit up if I tried.)

Then there was the guy who was cute (GORGEOUS eyes) but packaged in the way of Gael García Bernal, i.e. pocket-sized, and the sort of cute pink polo guy who had no problem staring and not smiling – a giant-sized peeve of mine, which has equal parts to do with the annoyance of someone (mostly guys in my experience) who just stare and stare like some pervert and my being Texas born and bred. (Something you should know should you ever find yourself in Texas: if you don't smile or make eye contact or at least greet someone [especially in response], you will be deemed a snooty, stuck up asshole/bitch [trust me, that's what everyone called me when I first started here and it was simply because I was shy]. Or a foreigner [and that means Yanks, too]. It's just a thing down here.)

And now I’m going to finish up lunch and start back on my special project. *WHINE*


Mar. 16th, 2007 01:48 pm
rubykatewriting: (Duke: Shy Boy)
Just got back from a birthday party for the doctor who started our leukemia department waaaay back in the day (he's been here forty-two years). He is eighty years old today and, I swear, doesn't look a day over sixty.

The upside to this (aside from the fact that he's a rather charming fellow and watching Dr. K, that nutty ol' Aussie, graze the table while everyone else was still giving speeches) was the fruits and vegetables. Strawberries, red grapes, fresh-cut broccoli and cucumber, cantaloupe and honeydew. Gabs and I were very happy little pigs.

Also, I saw my beloved Dr. Cutie McSnootie. He moved on to BMT several months back to continue his fellowship here, so I don't see him as often, but hot damn. He was sporting a full beard and seems to favor looser-fitting pants now, and he's looking all the better for it.

Now that's how you end a week.

And if this is true, I may have to watch the Grey's Anatomy spinoff. Damn you, Shonda. Damn you to HELL. (FYI: potential casting spoiler for the spinoff so click at your own risk.)
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Today is Mick's last day. This makes me sad for a variety of reasons, first and foremost that she was a fantastic asset to our team, but she also provided a much-needed buffer between me (hell, all of us on the Phase II team) and The Useless One. However, she is going on to bigger and better things in our IRB so I’m not too terribly broken up about it.

In honor of her escape, Gabs made enchiladas (OMG! SO YUMMY!), I made a coconut cake, and Yo, Dev, and Del chipped in for salsa/creamy jalapeno dip and chips from Chuy's. (Man, I'm going to miss that place when I move out of Texas. Shit, Tex-Mex in general. Thank God I have a good salsa recipe to see me through.) And because we will be happily gorging ourselves on all of the above, we moved our weigh in day to today and weighed ourselves this morning. (This is our second "Biggest Loser" challenge. We held the first back in January, of which I was the victor. This has led me to much smack talk this go-round. Due to our success last time, we have 12 contestants, which translates into more money, so as reigning champion, I feel it is my duty to tell everyone, “You just want to give me your money now?”. Gabs, The Guid, and Katt are determined to see me go down in flames.)

And now I'm off to pick up the stuff from Chuy's. Oh, food, how much do I love thee?
rubykatewriting: (Mark: Oh Shit)
Am so stuffed.

Dinner on unit going splendidly.

Possibly ate too much food.

Drinking latte in hopes of preventing possible explosion.

Turkey putting me to sleep and I only ate four bites.

Will be much more coherent later.

rubykatewriting: (Gorgeous)
Tonight was the division holiday party. It was this hodgepodge of different foods - empanadas, Vietnamese spring rolls with the peanut sauce, delectable pork loin, RAW chicken (at least my piece, which unfortunately I didn't realize until I'd already eaten like four bites), roasted vegetables, and little petite desserts (lemon tarts, pecan tarts, chocolate mousse in dark chocolate cups). All and all it was okay, but I got to see Del's mama and auntie again so that was cool.

Then afterward, Del and I headed to the 24 Hour Fitness on my end of the south side to take the cycling class. It was supposed to be Del's first, and it was to be my second class. (I lasted about forty of the sixty minutes on Tuesday. HOLY HELL. The bike seat HATED me. I'm still sore. Plus, doing a hover maneuver over the seat, keeping your shoulders and hips still, moving only your legs? Yeah. FUN.) Anyway, the teacher never showed, so we ended doing twenty minutes on the eliptical and twenty minutes on the bike, the one that has like a regular seat with armrests. By the end our asses were completely numb.

But the icing on the cake was the fog as we left the club. It was so bad, I couldn't see beyond the end of my headlights' beam, and Del lives another fifteen minutes up the Beltway. Needless to say, we were not pleased.

As for the thing I posted about yesterday, there is still nothing new to report. )
rubykatewriting: (Autumn R. & Ben M.: All Smiles)
This weekend is ASH, which means most, if not all, of the doctors and most of the top-level administrative staff will be out of town through Monday. Naturally, as the docs trickle out of here for the airport, there is a rising sense of anticipation rippling through the floor.

And in celebration, the girls and I are going out to Chuy's tomorrow for lunch. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

rubykatewriting: (Ryan & Taylor: Nose Tap)
Today was our department's Thanksgiving potluck, and I'm about thisclose to falling face-first on my desk. We're a large group so it shouldn't be such a surprise that we have some amazing cooks, but hell if people didn't outdo themselves. Turkey, ham, sweet potatoes prepared just about every way imaginable (I brought Bourbon Yams.), green beans cooked with new potatoes and bacon so good I could have eaten seconds and thirds, mashed potatoes, dirty rice, rolls of every variety although I LOVED the ones Z bought from Hartz Chicken because they were still warm from the oven, this broccoli and rice casserole that was downright creamy, and some corn-on-the-cob done just right. Then there were the desserts: sweet potato pie (::dies::), pecan pie (store-bought and it had the shittiest crust ever so that was a big disappointment), this dark chocolate cake thingie with crumbled toffee on top, peach cobbler, and coconut cake.

Seriously, I can’t recall everything I ate because Del and I just went along and spooned everything that looked good onto our plates. We sat in the conference room for nearly an hour and a half afterwards in a post-gorging haze. Thank God for Crazy Carol, who was sitting across from us, because we worked off at least a few calories laughing at her crazy ass.

Then we had a guy pull the best trick on us. With research, there is quite a bit of separation between groups within the department, so when we have a big get together like this it's a lot of new faces, mostly from the lab but also those who work almost exclusively on the floor. Anyway, this guy sits down beside Crazy Carol, rather quiet, just eating his food, when he turns to CC all natural and innocent-like, asking, "So what department are you in?" Of course, this shocks the shit out of all of us, and he admits, "I'm from Memorial Southwest. A friend told me about this, so I came." When we asked him who his friend was, he deadpanned, "I have no friends." When MK, who's on my right, hears this, she has the best reaction, she just sort of stares at him, mouth open, so surprised at this interloper’s cojones that she is for once struck mute. Then she tells him jokingly, "Okay, just leave your five dollars on the table when you leave."

Of course, after several minutes of ribbing him, we spot him chatting with one of the operation managers, and that's when we learn the guy is actually one of the PhDs from Dr. I's lab. We could not stop laughing because he really had us going there. Also, more than a little impressed.

In other news, I'm going to Las Vegas in February for the NBA All-Star Weekend. Del, LaLa, Del's bro, Del's boy, Miss T, The Peon, Gay V, Cat - all told there's fifteen of us going, so we got a couple of suites at the Hilton on the Strip. Del and I are a bunch of giggling idiots because every time we get together, it somehow turns into planning the Vegas trip. (We're in good company because Del's boy put up a flashy little countdown graphic on his MySpace page.) We already have the directions to the nearest Wal-Mart because we're planning on cooking while we're up there since we all like to cook and there is a kitchen in the main suite, and you know, we don't want to go broke eating out.

And this icon has nothing whatsoever to do with this post; I’m just still on a high from last night. HEE!
rubykatewriting: (Default)
Gabs' friend made her pecan pie, and she happily shared. Mmmm...pecan pie. It just don't get any better than that.
rubykatewriting: (Default)
Delaluce and her husband caught last night's mini-marathon of Heroes, and when I climbed into the car this morning, she said, laughing, "Okay, so we're hooked." I'd told them about it previously since he is an artist and a great lover of comic books, and D is down for just about anything on TV.

Needless to say I'm happy and just a teensy bit proud.

She also kindly filched a boxed lunch from her department for me. It's from Paulie's, and they do not skimp, not like Jason's Deli or French Corner. It contained not only the biggest sandwich I've seen in ages (double-decker club with bacon, thick-sliced turkey and ham that from the taste and the texture seemed to come from an actual turkey and pig, Swiss cheese, green leafy lettuce, tomatoes, and spicy brown mustard on the bottom slice of bread, mayo on the top), but a cup of Italian potato salad (big shell-shaped noodles, lots of fresh spinach, chopped black olives, artichokes, celery, and this AMAZING dressing), a cup of fruit salad (red grapes, chunks of orange, pineapple, cantaloupe, and watermelon), and a chocolate chip and pecan cookie.

Now THAT is what I call a boxed lunch.


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