I'd rather play at hug o'war

The Guid, who normally makes me just shake my head with her stupidity, had me going all out *headdesk* this morning. She made this very defensive comment – we were discussing the debate – that she was voting for Hillary and that she has her "reasons." She continued to bluster on about how Obama supporters have been attacking Hillary supporters, and I was like, "It goes both ways, [name redacted to protect the terminally stupid]. There are a lot of so-called feminists attacking their fellow females because they aren't automatically supporting Hillary, basically calling them anti-woman. Just because I possess a vagina DOES NOT mean I have to support the sole vagina-possessin' candidate. That goes against everything I stand for as a feminist." So then I asked her why she was supporting Hillary because I honestly wanted to know and she responded with (I SHIT YOU NOT): "This country isn't ready for a black president."

Of course, she isn’t the only POC I’ve heard this from. BibleThumper’s daughter-in-law is convinced that if Obama is elected that he’ll be assassinated and doesn’t want to see him in office. She's experienced a lot of rascism here (especially from BibleThumper's in-laws, against their own great-grandchild) to the point that she wants to return to California so I can understand why her view is slanted that way, but I don't think Hillary would be in any less danger as a female president. Women aren't exactly on top of the world at the moment. (I mean, FUCK. The KKK endorced OBAMA because "anyone is better than Hillary." [Redacted: apparently this is one of the many rumors making the rounds about my Obama.] She'd be in danger, it would just be from DIFFERENT fucktarded factions.)

Our online charting system has been acting up the past couple of days. Really, it's been on the fritz since they upgraded to version 2.suck last summer, but lately, it's been especially difficult. We spent most of yesterday on the internet, bored out of our tree, so that by the end of the day we were a giggly, nonsensical mess. It was not pretty.

Today, it's back, sort of. We have to login with our usernames but with this blanket password and even then, depending on the patient I'm viewing, there are some gaps. Like on patient A, I can see everything, but then patient B (my newest, the one I'm still collecting background) I can't access his pathology reports. It's ridiculous, but I was downright giddy when I was able to get some queries my monitor gave me done this morning.

Now I am eating Starbust and working on patient B again and trying to avoid hitting refresh on the flist for the the millionth time. I've just about hit full on Heath because everytime a new post pops up it hits me all over again how truly awful this whole thing is and how much I wish it had all turned out to be a hideous joke.

Sometimes it still surprises me how much life can suck so very much.

I don't know why I'm surprised. Perez Hilton has the audacity to claim he is a journalist, therefore he is perfectly within his rights stealing copyrighted photos and video for his website. Seriously? Dude, you sit on your ass in a coffee shop and post random, pathetic drivel (usually from sketchy sources – *cough*Spencer Pratt*cough*) with bullshit scrawled across in illegible MS Paint. That does not a journalist make.

Please try again, LOSER.

In news of the OMG-hallelujah-TGIF variety, Gabs surprised us all with Mickey D's for breakfast. We followed our healthy hash browns and sausage biscuits with cups of Coke. This makes for awesome.

And I tried a new class on Wednesday called the Dancer's Workout. It's basic ballet, but I LOVED it. I just never thought I'd take a workout class at 24 Hour that involved classical and opera. We finished to Schubert’s "Ave Maria" and Kendra (the teacher) was like, "Why aren’t y’all talking?" And we’re like, "Hello! The music!" It was absolutely fabulous.

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.

* 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.

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?