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Fuck off and DIE, Bush.
Jan. 5th, 2007 03:56 pmBBC reports Bush will reveal troop surge plan in sacrifice-themed speech
KEITH. Oh, Keith, thank you.
KEITH. Oh, Keith, thank you.
Wow. But then who would watch my TV?
Jan. 2nd, 2007 07:54 amI had the strangest dream the other night. I was watching TV when a commercial for The Office came on. (I blame the Ed Helms/John Krasinski commericals.) The purpose was to show Jim and Pam's progressing relationship, so you see them finally about to have the sex, stumbling towards the bedroom, but when they fell into bed, it was months (years?) into the relationship. Then when Jim gets out of bed, they're married, and he's going to get the baby from its crib.
The commercial itself was awesome, and I remember going online to ask about it. Needless to say, there was much flailing and squeeing to be had.
The commercial itself was awesome, and I remember going online to ask about it. Needless to say, there was much flailing and squeeing to be had.
Happy New Year!
Dec. 31st, 2006 11:34 pmThe church next door is setting off their bi-annual fireworks. They do these fantastic shows at New Years and Fourth of July, and they send out invitations to everyone in the neighborhood, churchmember or not. Usually, I just watch from my bathroom because I get all the pretty without having to leave the house.
So with that as my background music, I've decided to end 2006 with some Firefly, specifically "Out of Gas." Watching Independence Day earlier tonight and seeing Adam Baldwin all smooth and capable really put me in the mood for some misbehavin'.
While we watched ID4, Mom, the grandmother, and I enjoyed some Gran Spumante since we've had the bottle for four years now (ever since we moved into the house) and we're not exactly overflowing with good champagne down at the local Kroger. After a ten minute struggle with the cork that involved kitchen rubber gloves and our fancy wine opener, we finally got the frickin' bottle open. There was quite a bit of anticipation for no pop, no flying cork, but it was good. Sweet and bubbly.
We saved the rest for the sour cabbage the grandmother is making for our traditional New Year's Day dinner: pork chops, fresh black-eyed peas, and sour cabbage.
I'm just ready for 2007. This afternoon, as if I needed any more of a reminder just how ready I am for 2006 to be over, there was this loud banging sound at the bathroom window downstairs. It scared the shit out of me and the grandmother, and I went outside to see if some fucktard had thrown something at the house. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some fluttering. It was a falcon. With a dead bird in its claws. The fucking falcon had chased the poor little bird into the window, breaking its neck, and was hopping about like a fool because he was afraid I was going to make off with his dinner.
I know it's the way of things. The circle of life and all that shit but I would greatly prefer it not take place in my fucking front yard.
I'll end this post now. It's 12:01 and 2007 and life is good.
So with that as my background music, I've decided to end 2006 with some Firefly, specifically "Out of Gas." Watching Independence Day earlier tonight and seeing Adam Baldwin all smooth and capable really put me in the mood for some misbehavin'.
While we watched ID4, Mom, the grandmother, and I enjoyed some Gran Spumante since we've had the bottle for four years now (ever since we moved into the house) and we're not exactly overflowing with good champagne down at the local Kroger. After a ten minute struggle with the cork that involved kitchen rubber gloves and our fancy wine opener, we finally got the frickin' bottle open. There was quite a bit of anticipation for no pop, no flying cork, but it was good. Sweet and bubbly.
We saved the rest for the sour cabbage the grandmother is making for our traditional New Year's Day dinner: pork chops, fresh black-eyed peas, and sour cabbage.
I'm just ready for 2007. This afternoon, as if I needed any more of a reminder just how ready I am for 2006 to be over, there was this loud banging sound at the bathroom window downstairs. It scared the shit out of me and the grandmother, and I went outside to see if some fucktard had thrown something at the house. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some fluttering. It was a falcon. With a dead bird in its claws. The fucking falcon had chased the poor little bird into the window, breaking its neck, and was hopping about like a fool because he was afraid I was going to make off with his dinner.
I know it's the way of things. The circle of life and all that shit but I would greatly prefer it not take place in my fucking front yard.
I'll end this post now. It's 12:01 and 2007 and life is good.
Saddam Hussein Executed for War Crimes
I can't believe they've done it. Even with everything he has done (and I'm sure we'll never know the true extent of his crimes), I don't agree with the decision to execute him, but I'm ethically opposed to the death penalty so YMMV.
I can't believe they've done it. Even with everything he has done (and I'm sure we'll never know the true extent of his crimes), I don't agree with the decision to execute him, but I'm ethically opposed to the death penalty so YMMV.
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Oct. 27th, 2006 12:58 pmOy. Today my mom's unit is hosting a potluck in honor of their nurse manager, who is leaving to return to the clinic. They had a little bit of everything. Thuc's cousin owns a Vietnamese restaurant so she brought in this seafood salad with these giant rice crisps that you would break off tiny pieces and use to scoop of bites of the salad. Till made her famous seven layer dip. One of the APNs brought a whole grain rice dish that looked like rice drizzled with mashed black beans. From what I could see, there were at least five types of dessert.
Anyway, Mom invited me, and I'm standing outside their itty-bitty breakroom, happily digging into some seven layer dip when Till, who is in school with Mom, started going on about how all the well-woman exams she'd performed yesterday and the dip was the only thing she could muster up the energy to fix. Of course, since I'm easily squicked and not a fan of the WWE, I blanched, which made her laugh. Then Mom and Dr. Z come over, and the Mom and Till start practically riffing about the various shit they've seen during their clinicals this semester (they’re studying women’s health so all of the students were assigned local gynecologists). STDs this, pregnant teens that, pregnant teens WITH STDs, etc., etc. Eventually, Dr. Z had to bow out of the conversation with, “And now you finally manage to gross me out.”
Granted, I've built up a tolerance over the years, both from Mom and working here, but there are just some things you don't want to hear whilst eating your favorite dip that when mixed looks vaguely like reddish-colored sludge.
Anyway, Mom invited me, and I'm standing outside their itty-bitty breakroom, happily digging into some seven layer dip when Till, who is in school with Mom, started going on about how all the well-woman exams she'd performed yesterday and the dip was the only thing she could muster up the energy to fix. Of course, since I'm easily squicked and not a fan of the WWE, I blanched, which made her laugh. Then Mom and Dr. Z come over, and the Mom and Till start practically riffing about the various shit they've seen during their clinicals this semester (they’re studying women’s health so all of the students were assigned local gynecologists). STDs this, pregnant teens that, pregnant teens WITH STDs, etc., etc. Eventually, Dr. Z had to bow out of the conversation with, “And now you finally manage to gross me out.”
Granted, I've built up a tolerance over the years, both from Mom and working here, but there are just some things you don't want to hear whilst eating your favorite dip that when mixed looks vaguely like reddish-colored sludge.
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Oct. 23rd, 2006 06:20 pmSkilling Gets 24 Years
With the vacating of Lay's conviction, which I thought was complete bullshit, I wasn't expecting much. While I personally think the guy should be strung up by his balls and left to rot for his complicity in the whole Enron thing, twenty-four years will suffice.
At least he's not getting off scot-free.
With the vacating of Lay's conviction, which I thought was complete bullshit, I wasn't expecting much. While I personally think the guy should be strung up by his balls and left to rot for his complicity in the whole Enron thing, twenty-four years will suffice.
At least he's not getting off scot-free.
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Oct. 20th, 2006 02:39 pmWhat is this shit? Are they trying to wreck ALL of my childhood memories?
Jim Henson's "Fraggle Rock" is coming to the big screen.
Seriously?
Argh.
Jim Henson's "Fraggle Rock" is coming to the big screen.
Seriously?
Argh.
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Oct. 11th, 2006 02:13 pmWhy do I feel the need to comment and interact in posts on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
abortiondebate? Why?
God knows, it never ends well.
Argh.
abortiondebate? Why?God knows, it never ends well.
Argh.
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Sep. 13th, 2006 09:04 amDixie Chicks to Bush: "You're a Dumb Fuck"
Or more specifically, Natalie Maines to Bush.
...one memorable scene from Dixie Chicks: Shut Up and Sing shows the singers watching a news report on President Bush's reaction to their infamous on-stage comment. In the report, Bush says "the Dixie Chicks are free to speak their mind," adding, "they shouldn't have their feelings hurt just because some people don't want to buy their records when they speak out. You know, freedom is a two-way street."
After watching this footage, Maines then repeats the president's comment and says, "What a dumb fuck." She then looks into the camera, as if addressing Bush himself, and reiterates, "You're a dumb fuck."
Hey, Natalie! SHUT UP! Yes, it's a little disturbing that Bush has, for once, gotten it right as far as the Constitution and all, and in a self-serving manner no less, but you are not doing yourself any favors with this shit.
Don't make me hate you for being on my side.
Or more specifically, Natalie Maines to Bush.
...one memorable scene from Dixie Chicks: Shut Up and Sing shows the singers watching a news report on President Bush's reaction to their infamous on-stage comment. In the report, Bush says "the Dixie Chicks are free to speak their mind," adding, "they shouldn't have their feelings hurt just because some people don't want to buy their records when they speak out. You know, freedom is a two-way street."
After watching this footage, Maines then repeats the president's comment and says, "What a dumb fuck." She then looks into the camera, as if addressing Bush himself, and reiterates, "You're a dumb fuck."
Hey, Natalie! SHUT UP! Yes, it's a little disturbing that Bush has, for once, gotten it right as far as the Constitution and all, and in a self-serving manner no less, but you are not doing yourself any favors with this shit.
Don't make me hate you for being on my side.
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Aug. 30th, 2006 01:51 pmOne of the microwaves in our workroom plays "Old Susannah" when it's finished.
Yeah.
In other news of the WTF-variety, it seems John Mayer is dating Jessica Simpson. Why is it he has to date two of the least-desirable "stars" from Texas? Next, he'll be moving onto Anna Nicole Smith, and I will have lost all respect for him entirely.
Heh.
My cousin Zeebert, who is so thoroughly fourteen and a boy, whenever he gets frustrated, he actually says "WTF." As in the letters. "And I'm like WTF, you know?" Every time he did it, I would just start to giggle and it would totally undermine his ranting.
Yeah.
In other news of the WTF-variety, it seems John Mayer is dating Jessica Simpson. Why is it he has to date two of the least-desirable "stars" from Texas? Next, he'll be moving onto Anna Nicole Smith, and I will have lost all respect for him entirely.
Heh.
My cousin Zeebert, who is so thoroughly fourteen and a boy, whenever he gets frustrated, he actually says "WTF." As in the letters. "And I'm like WTF, you know?" Every time he did it, I would just start to giggle and it would totally undermine his ranting.
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Aug. 7th, 2006 10:08 amSo I went to Kroger yesterday to refill a couple of Mom's prescriptions for her. I'm standing there, reading Entertainment Weekly (the one with Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx on the cover) while I wait when I read the most disturbing news. Disney is doing a remake of Adventures in Babysitting. First of all, that is an 80s classic you are trying to fuck with, Disney, and in the immortal words of Chris Parker, DON'T FUCK WITH THE BABYSITTER.
But – and this just about kills me to report – it will star Raven-Symoné. Yes, that Raven – she of The Cheetah Girls and That's So Raven and The Cosby Show.
Please kill me now so I don't have to watch a movie I have LOVED for over half my life get massacred on the altar of Disney's squeaky-clean image. As a vehicle for RAVEN-FUCKING-SYMONÉ. This is the one "kid" movie my mom will actually sit through repeatedly just to watch Chris and the kids sing the blues.
Hey, Disney, you know that plan to cut back on movies per year? The one that is pushing you to cut over 600 jobs? Yeah, why don't you start with this one, mmkay? No harm, no foul, and nobody gets hurt.
Also, in other rant-inducing news, just as something FINALLY starts happening on Hex, it's season finale time. This amuses me since BBC America has taken all of series one and half of series two and combined them into a season one for the US. Why they don't just play them all in one continuous stream is beyond me, but far be it from me to question the scheduling brilliance of TV execs. BUT! Now BBC America announces that the next season? Won't start airing here until summer 2007. SUMMER 2007!
What the FUCK, I ask you? Talk about killing any forward momentum you've got going for you, BBC America.
But – and this just about kills me to report – it will star Raven-Symoné. Yes, that Raven – she of The Cheetah Girls and That's So Raven and The Cosby Show.
Please kill me now so I don't have to watch a movie I have LOVED for over half my life get massacred on the altar of Disney's squeaky-clean image. As a vehicle for RAVEN-FUCKING-SYMONÉ. This is the one "kid" movie my mom will actually sit through repeatedly just to watch Chris and the kids sing the blues.
Hey, Disney, you know that plan to cut back on movies per year? The one that is pushing you to cut over 600 jobs? Yeah, why don't you start with this one, mmkay? No harm, no foul, and nobody gets hurt.
Also, in other rant-inducing news, just as something FINALLY starts happening on Hex, it's season finale time. This amuses me since BBC America has taken all of series one and half of series two and combined them into a season one for the US. Why they don't just play them all in one continuous stream is beyond me, but far be it from me to question the scheduling brilliance of TV execs. BUT! Now BBC America announces that the next season? Won't start airing here until summer 2007. SUMMER 2007!
What the FUCK, I ask you? Talk about killing any forward momentum you've got going for you, BBC America.
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Jul. 18th, 2006 12:57 pmFound this over at ohnotheydidnt.
[WARNING: Contains spoilers for Gilmore girls!!]
I’m a bitch so it’s no wonder that the first thing that comes to mind is the pure hysteria over at TWoP, all the Luke fangirls (in the worse sense of the word) crying out in outrage, their panties all in a twist. I mean, everyone is entitled to their own OTP, and there was a time when Luke seemed like the best fit for Lorelai, but then we met Christopher and HELLO, NURSE! Yeah, I know he's been an ass and so irresponsible it makes my head hurt to think about it too long, but then you see Lauren Graham and David Sutcliffe on screen together and it's absolute magic. You can tell they like and respect each other off screen, but on screen, they bring it. There is so much there underlying everything they say (or don’t say) to one another, even in the smallest gesture or look. Now that I think about it, their relationship – the history of high school lovers permanently linked to each other with an unplanned pregnancy (child) – was a huge inspiration for my fic La Vie en Rose (with a liberal dash of Hito’s Roman Holiday, o'course).
For instance, there's a scene in season three, after Christopher once again leaves Lorelai and Rory in the lurch, another broken promise for a future together. He comes to Friday Night Dinner to confront Lorelai for what he believes is her part in Rory cutting him off. She tries to avoid it, and you can tell in every line of her body that it is killing Lorelai to be in the same room with him, but you can also tell how much Christopher wishes he could be someone different. Not the guy that has let a woman he adores (as well as his first love) and his daughter down one more time, or a guy that is forever linked by another unplanned pregnancy to a woman, who for all intents and purposes, was his ex. I physically ached for the both of them in that scene. Plus we get the added bonus of Emily Gilmore in fine form, telling Christopher to leave because he is hurting her daughter.
I've just never seen that kind of intensity, or give and take, in a scene with Lauren and Scott Patterson. I don’t care about the ongoing rumors about their off screen relationship because that’s a cop-out. These are two (supposed) professionals, and God bless her, Lauren does put in her all, every time. She is, after all, Lauren FREAKING Graham. I just don’t think Scott P. possesses the chops necessary to really bring that kind of intensity, or to be that emotionally willing to dive in headfirst into a scene of that kind of magnitude.
Anyway, in other news, they're fucking with my radio again. I don't know what the hell is up with Houston radio, but in the past year or so they’ve just been switching everyone around, up, and sideways. Now they're getting rid of Maria Todd and Atom Smasher on 104.1. Soon, Ruela and Ryan, formerly of 96.5, will be taking over the morning timeslot. Now to give you a better picture of what is causing my little temper tantrum, just a few months ago Ruela and Ryan were ousted inexplicably from their morning haunt on 96.5. In their place, Sam Malone, long-time DJ, who just last year, in a somewhat heroic, somewhat asinine manner, quit his position as lead DJ for the 104.1 morning show ON AIR, out of nowhere.
For the love of GOD, RADIO PEOPLE, this is my ENTERTAINMENT, the pacifier that sees me through traffic with as little stress and yelling as possible! DON'T FUCK WITH THE FUCKING FORMULA!! Argh.
ARGH!
ohnotheydidnt.[WARNING: Contains spoilers for Gilmore girls!!]
I’m a bitch so it’s no wonder that the first thing that comes to mind is the pure hysteria over at TWoP, all the Luke fangirls (in the worse sense of the word) crying out in outrage, their panties all in a twist. I mean, everyone is entitled to their own OTP, and there was a time when Luke seemed like the best fit for Lorelai, but then we met Christopher and HELLO, NURSE! Yeah, I know he's been an ass and so irresponsible it makes my head hurt to think about it too long, but then you see Lauren Graham and David Sutcliffe on screen together and it's absolute magic. You can tell they like and respect each other off screen, but on screen, they bring it. There is so much there underlying everything they say (or don’t say) to one another, even in the smallest gesture or look. Now that I think about it, their relationship – the history of high school lovers permanently linked to each other with an unplanned pregnancy (child) – was a huge inspiration for my fic La Vie en Rose (with a liberal dash of Hito’s Roman Holiday, o'course).
For instance, there's a scene in season three, after Christopher once again leaves Lorelai and Rory in the lurch, another broken promise for a future together. He comes to Friday Night Dinner to confront Lorelai for what he believes is her part in Rory cutting him off. She tries to avoid it, and you can tell in every line of her body that it is killing Lorelai to be in the same room with him, but you can also tell how much Christopher wishes he could be someone different. Not the guy that has let a woman he adores (as well as his first love) and his daughter down one more time, or a guy that is forever linked by another unplanned pregnancy to a woman, who for all intents and purposes, was his ex. I physically ached for the both of them in that scene. Plus we get the added bonus of Emily Gilmore in fine form, telling Christopher to leave because he is hurting her daughter.
I've just never seen that kind of intensity, or give and take, in a scene with Lauren and Scott Patterson. I don’t care about the ongoing rumors about their off screen relationship because that’s a cop-out. These are two (supposed) professionals, and God bless her, Lauren does put in her all, every time. She is, after all, Lauren FREAKING Graham. I just don’t think Scott P. possesses the chops necessary to really bring that kind of intensity, or to be that emotionally willing to dive in headfirst into a scene of that kind of magnitude.
Anyway, in other news, they're fucking with my radio again. I don't know what the hell is up with Houston radio, but in the past year or so they’ve just been switching everyone around, up, and sideways. Now they're getting rid of Maria Todd and Atom Smasher on 104.1. Soon, Ruela and Ryan, formerly of 96.5, will be taking over the morning timeslot. Now to give you a better picture of what is causing my little temper tantrum, just a few months ago Ruela and Ryan were ousted inexplicably from their morning haunt on 96.5. In their place, Sam Malone, long-time DJ, who just last year, in a somewhat heroic, somewhat asinine manner, quit his position as lead DJ for the 104.1 morning show ON AIR, out of nowhere.
For the love of GOD, RADIO PEOPLE, this is my ENTERTAINMENT, the pacifier that sees me through traffic with as little stress and yelling as possible! DON'T FUCK WITH THE FUCKING FORMULA!! Argh.
ARGH!
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May. 3rd, 2006 01:40 pmDuring the last annual audit, there were no defiencies in the data collected for one of our studies. This is big news. Huge, actually. An auditor finds absolutely nothing wrong and generates no queries, which is essentially their bread and butter? Yeah, it's giant fucking news. Jigs are danced. Backs are patted. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Anyway, I was one of the team members awarded as I'm the coordinator on that study. One of the head docs (major bigwig) in the institution comes to give a little speech and pass out the awards. Don't get me wrong, it was very nice to be recognized, but whenever I'm the center of attention I turn beet red and grin maniacally. This is my default setting in such situations. Fortunately, it was just my group, most of whom I like or at least tolerate. Plus I got this nice crystal plaque thingamajig with my name and everything etched on it.
But then, at our department staff meeting after that, my boss's boss announced the news and had my boss (also awarded) and me stand up. Cue the blushing and grinning.
Blech.
But then, at our department staff meeting after that, my boss's boss announced the news and had my boss (also awarded) and me stand up. Cue the blushing and grinning.
Blech.
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Apr. 7th, 2006 11:55 amI bought one of those personal shavers the other day at WalMart. Was having a blast yesterday doing my eyebrows when I sort of shaved off half of my left eyebrow. My arch? Gone.
Sigh.
Teach me to shave while giddy.
Sigh.
Teach me to shave while giddy.
