The moral of the story is that journalism is in the crapper. Let's just all make up stuff.

As if you didn't have enough social networking sites to juggle, I'm here to tell you to sign up on another one. Go to and create an account. I promise it is easy, especially if you use iTunes to organize your music. It transferred my entire library and number of song plays to my account in a matter of seconds. It allows me to look for people who enjoy the same sort of music in an effort to find more music I might like. If you sign up, my username is anogete, like always. Be making with the friendlies so I'm not lonely.
anogete: (Default)
( May. 14th, 2009 09:44 am)
Does anyone have a account? If so, please be sending me your user name. I anticipate signing up and I need friendlies on there.
A co-worker of mine is investigating a few positions on a potential research team. Apparently, an acquaintance of hers is married to a gentleman who has just begun his own company and is attempting to gain a government contract for some sort of scientific research. She was unable to say what sort of research. At any rate, if he gets the five-year contract, he will need a staff of sixty people--scientists and research assistants to keep material organized. The contract will be awarded at the end of the month. If it is awarded to him (instead of Lockheed Martin), there is a chance I could slip in there as a research assistant to one of the scientists. I've heard the pay is stellar. Which would be so nice. But I'm not counting my chickens before they hatch and all. There are a great deal of ifs involved in this situation.

This makes me laugh each time I see it...

qi fun )

The new guy was not ready for my ire this morning. The daily newspaper had done an article on a popular member of Twitter. As I was pouring my morning liter of water he walked into the room and I said, "I fucking hate Twitter." He asked why, and I responded, "It's just another indication of the waning attention span of this society." He nodded slowly and backed out of the room. No offense to any of you who may use Twitter. I just can't use it myself, and I don't read any 'tweets' because the one sentence thing isn't my favorite method of communication. I'm not big on text messaging either. I was just feeling especially grouchy this morning. And no one reads books any longer.

Also, this is a graph of my happiness during the day:

wheee! )
A few months ago, I posted this entry about the produce guy at my local grocery store and how he follows me around and acts generally creepy, asking me questions and standing too close. Well, I think I may have discovered why, and I feel like an evil bitch. Like most grocery stores, they hire mentally handicapped people to bag the groceries and retrieve the carts. It never crossed my mind that one would be appointed to the produce department to stock the fruits and veggies. Plus, there was no indication in our previous (short) conversations that he was mentally handicapped. But I think he is, even if he is much higher functioning than some of the others. The last time I was in the store, I was bagging my own groceries because there was no bagger available for my cashier. He was in the produce department several yards away. When he saw me bagging, he rushed over to help. I was slightly annoyed that he was going so far out of his way to bug. He asked if he could help, so I relinquished bagging duties to him and swiped my credit card. Then he looked at the cashier and said, "She's my friend.". Awww... Just the way he interacted with the cashier and him saying that I was his friend made me realize that he's mentally challenged. He thinks I'm his friend! And now I feel horrible for being such a bitch.

I have insane amounts of birds around the feeder I put up a little over a week ago. For the past three days, I have filled it up completely each day. That means my lovely birds are eating eight to ten cups of food in a 24-hour period. It's seven o'clock in the evening, and I can still hear them out there.

It snowed today. The mountains are covered, and since I live at the base of the mountains, there is a dusting of it outside. It's been Spring for a month, and we're still getting snow. Disgusting.

I have a love/hate relationship with country music. I greatly dislike modern country, but I love the more traditional stuff--especially the Bakersfield sound. Lee Ann Womack's new album is wonderful and more traditional that most everything else being released at the moment.

anogete: (swearengen)
( Apr. 14th, 2009 08:37 pm)
I really am considering the tax professional course from H&R Block. Jason and I went back today and met with the woman who was fixing his taxes. She congratulated me on correctly preparing everything (capital gains, foreign taxes, etc) but the bit that Jason decided to leave off. She went through the return with us and explained everything--all of which made complete sense to me. When we left, she told me that she expected to see me at a class because I had a knack for it. Whether that is true or not remains to be seen, but I asked her about the classes. They're actually extremely cheap--less than a hundred dollars. She said that if I contacted her at the beginning of the summer, she could get me a discount since she referred me. It's a monster of a course, though. Loads of work and eleven weeks long, meeting twice a week for three hours at a time. However, if you score well, then they offer you a part-time position during the peak season. From what I've seen, the pay isn't fantastic for a beginner. I make significantly more than a first year tax preparer, but once you prove yourself, your pay is greatly increased. And it can be done part-time after my regular job.

At any rate, I'm going to think about it over the next month. If I want to make the time commitment, then I'm going to contact her. The money isn't an issue, but putting in sixty-nine hours of class time and countless hours of 'homework' is a big decision.
anogete: (fangirl attack)
( Mar. 14th, 2009 12:10 am)
I just spent over $60 on Doctor Who books. o_O My life has been eaten.

What happened to being frugal? What happened to not spending money on frivolous things? What happened to paying off my student loan early? (OMG, debt, I hate you.) What happened to thrifty Amanda? Obviously, thrifty Amanda wasn't around tonight to tell the impulsive demon to stop clicking the 'Add to Cart' button on Amazon Marketplace. It's a sickness, I tell you. The economy is going down the tubes, and I'm like, "Oooh, look at the pretty books to feed my obsession. Must have."

I shouldn't have had the coffee this late. It was probably a bad idea.
anogete: (Default)
( Mar. 3rd, 2009 07:47 pm)
I've jumped into two swaps at Swap-Bot. The first one should be very easy because it is just a tea exchange. I'll be sending tea to two different people, and I will be receiving tea from two others. The other I am terribly excited about. It is a classic movie bookmark swap. I've already created two double-sided bookmarks in a graphics program, both of which feature one of my favorite movies from the 1940s. I cannot express how anxious I am to see the bookmarks made for me. Yay!

[ profile] scrawled is now accepting artwork commissions from LJ Land. Details are at her journal. She's done two commission for me--one of which was like the ones she's offering now with the index-card-sized artwork. Her art is fantastic, and if you're looking for a little commish action, then you should hit her up.

Ra Ra Riot is fantastic. It's one of those albums I didn't expect much from, but fell in love with immediately. It helps when you're driving home from work, don't catch any red lights, and have the windows rolled down to feel the warm air. "Have I been too discrete? How long am I supposed to wait?"

I'm never going to love the tenth Doctor as much as the Ninth. Never ever. Christopher Eccleston, get your ass back over here.

There was a murder a mile from my apartment this afternoon. o_O A man was shot dead in front of his house by his long-time business associate. Holy crap, the economy sucks, but you don't need to shoot people.
anogete: (hand porn)
( Feb. 26th, 2009 07:27 pm)
I'm in a better mood now. Gary Oldman and Ray Stevenson are in town, and I just got a pedicure. It's been so long since I had a pedicure that I forgot how wonderful it is. My toes are provocatively red and frighteningly uniform and cute. Jason's giddy at the thought, but I dare not tell him the person who gave me this pedicure was a man. A co-worker suggested one of two stores owned by a lady she goes to all the time. I went to the one on my side of town, and there were three twenty-something fellows in there dishing out manicures and pedicures. Jason has a serious foot fetish, so much so that he likens a woman's feet to her naughty bits. I suspect it would weird him out that I let another man touch my feet. I don't think he would be jealous, just uncomfortable with it. I won't lie to him about it, but I did omit the gender of the person who painted my toesies.
I've been in such a terrible funk all week. I haven't worked out for days, nor have I read anything beyond news articles foretelling of doom and gloom since Sunday. I need to get back into the swing of things, but Jason's sister's damn graduation is tomorrow. I want to cry out, "It's P.I.M.A. for crap's sake! Who makes a big deal out of their P.I.M.A. graduation?" Plus, unlike the rest of the world, I work until five o'clock. Her graduation is downtown at six o'clock. I get terribly bitchy when I haven't eaten dinner before six o'clock. This means we're going to be late. Jason and I have already had the first of many arguments about this. He leaves work early on Fridays, so the time crunch isn't an issue for him. If I had had more notice about this stupid ceremony, then I might have been able to leave work early as well. As it is at the moment, we're in the middle of an audit. I can't just up and leave whenever I feel like it. And the kicker is, he doesn't even want to go. We both think this is bullshit, but we still have to bitch about it to each other. I'm not even going to think about the party on Saturday evening. Ugg. Part of me wants to orchestrate events so we are so late for the graduation that we miss the entire thing. That is the petty, manipulative part of me. I shouldn't let it win.

A local radio station and their morning show crew are broadcasting from the Children's Hospital here in the city. It's the premiere place to take kids for serious injuries and illnesses, and it is publicly funded. They are in the midst of their annual fundraiser, and they're allowing the kids being treated there to be interviewed on the air with their parents. Last year, there was a little boy named Luis who was very ill with leukemia. His health has improved, but he is still at the hospital for treatments quite often. The DJs were joking with him about how they aren't allowed in the play room because they are adults, and that maybe they would be allowed in if he were with them. The poor kid is sick and wearing a surgical mask, and he tells them to let him know when they want to go play, and he'll help them get into the play room. So, of course, I pulled my car over, got out my cell phone,and called to give them my card number for a donation. A few hours later, Luis and two of his friends in the hospital made a sign the radio station posted on their website. You can see the three of them in their little masks right here. Luis is in the middle. So, that made my day a bit better. :-)

I desperately want to go on a walk outside after work, but by the time I'm home and fed, it's too dark. The weather here is gorgeous--mid 70's with a bit of a breeze and sunny skies.

Oh, and Richard Armitage is unbelievably attractive. So attractive that it is bordering on disgusting. I might faint if I ever met him.
I have found the coolest new invention, but it's really only going to appeal to the girls. And, this is going to end up sounding like an infomercial, but I can't help it. I'm in awe.

I dread using public toilets. I think they are disgusting, even if cleaned regularly. Because of this, I rarely use them while I'm out and about. I'll hold it until I get home, if at all possible. And, if I am forced to use a public toilet, I line the seat with toilet paper to avoid potentially catching nasty diseases. I'm sure I'm uber paranoid about this, but I shiver at the thought of catching crabs from the chick who used the seat before me.

Anyway, I saw a product on the amazing!internet called GoGirl, which claims to allow a woman to pee standing up, whether she's in a public restroom, on a camping trip, or stopping on the side of the road. I thought it would surely be uncomfortable or unusable, but I ordered it just for the laughs. Payroll Girl and I were both intrigued, but didn't think it would be practical. But, it was just over $7 with shipping and handling, so that wasn't much to lose.

it came in the mail today )

The best thing is that they're not all that expensive, especially considering they can be reused many times. You can read all about how awesome they are and purchase one (or a pack of three) at their website.
I love buying organic, and I try to use organic products as much as I can. Organic soaps, lotions, shampoos, hair conditioners, household cleaners, fruits, vegetables, food in general, etc. I've learned where to draw the line, though. The line? Organic deodorant. Simply put, it doesn't work. Learned that today. Eww.

My A Song of Ice and Fire calendar had been delivered to the apartment office when I got home yesterday. OMG--I lurv all the pretty pictures. And, and, and, there is one of Sandor! I fangirl Sandor Clegane like whoa. Actually, I also fangirl Sandor/Sansa. It's my M.O. (older--tortured--man/younger woman), so what am I gonna do, you know. Also, Jon Snow, why are you so freakin' hawt?

You know that song by Outkast? Roses? Greg Dulli covered it on the DVD I have of a Twilight Singers concert. I know you like to think your shit don't stick, but lean a little bit closer. See, roses really smell like boo-boo. They jam and Greg charms the audience for a little over a minute before the song proper begins.

Holy crap, will this audit ever end? I want to throw writing implements against the walls of my office. Also, the auditor's assistant came in wearing a plaid cape this morning. Part of me wants to like it, but another part of me is wondering why she's wearing a cape. Jason's mom told me capes are "totally in" right now, but I'm just not seeing it. Really?
When it comes to my attraction to the opposite sex, I don't really think I have a 'type'. I usually admire the more unusual or unconventional fellows, but being outside the mainstream concept of beauty isn't a requirement. I adore Richard Armitage, and he's classically beautiful all the way. Then again, other big names that everyone seems to drool over (Brad Pitt, Colin Farrell, etc) hold absolutely no appeal to me. I do, however, recognize that I tend to prefer manly men. Not sports starts or professional wrestlers, but men with a bit more character--ones who don't look so perfect or metro-sexual. A perfect example (even if it is an animated example) is Cowboy Bebop. I'm in no way attracted to Spike, but I could easily have (and maybe already have had ::shifty eyes::) sexual fantasies about Jet. There are always exceptions to the rule, though.

Anyway, this is going somewhere. And the place it's going is probably TMI. A secret was posted on [ profile] fandomsecrets today, and it made my eyes pop out of my head. Obviously, it isn't my secret because I was unfamiliar with the photographer's work until today, but you can sure bet I got familiar with it afterward. ::fans self::

I'm sure I could go into some long explanation of why exactly I find this picture hot, complete with psychoanalysis and contemplation of gender roles, but I won't. I'll just let the picture speak for itself. It's very suggestive, but does not show any naughty bits. I wouldn't say it is safe-for-work, though.

i might be a bit disturbed that this turns me on as much as it does )
anogete: (mill owners)
( Feb. 14th, 2009 06:36 pm)
I love the The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society. They've released the trailer for The Whisperer in Darkness, and I think it looks fantastic. You can watch it right here.

And when I pulled up the HPLHS's website to link it here, I saw their link to this article about a North American Stonehenge under Lake Michigan.

I finally decided to part with $35 and subscribe to Fantasy and Science Fiction Magazine. It's wonderful, and anyone who enjoys short stories should give it a whirl. You can find copies on the shelves of any decent bookstore that deals in magazines. I've seen them at Barnes and Noble before. I'm using it to slow my tendency to devour novels. I've already finished five novels and a collection of short stories this month, and we're just now at the half-way point. It's a good thing I buy used or I'd be unable to pay the rent.

Jason and I aren't big Valentine's Day people. We both usually forget about it and don't do anything. However, I was reminded of it today when I went to the grocery to get eggs and saw a mass of frantic men spending far too much money on flowers, candy, and chocolate-covered strawberries. I'm guessing some of them were a bit late since it was nearly 1:00 in the afternoon before they rushed out to purchase the bribery.
I haven't had an instant messenging service on my computer for years, so I don't know what got into me last night, but I downloaded Trillian. If you're bored and so inclined, you can contact me with any of the following services. If I don't respond back immediately, it's because I'm trying to figure out how to work this new technology. If you have an account with any of the services and aren't opposed to being internet-stalked by me (I kid, I kid), leave your username(s) as a comment so my contact list on Trillian isn't so pathetic and empty.

AIM: anogete1981
YAHOO: anogete527
ICQ: 399157037

I talked Jason into renting Appaloosa because I have a thing for neo-westerns. I'm sure it all started with Deadwood and was exacerbated by The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford and Seraphim Falls. Okay, so I watched Seraphim Falls for Liam Neeson's hotness, but I can hardly be blamed for that. I mean, look at him. Oh, all right. Fine. So I might be watching Appaloosa for the eyecandy, too. I mean, I'm still in love with Viggo Mortensen after seeing him in Eastern Promises. The Russian accent? The badassness and danger? The tattoos and intrigue? Plus, he looks ridiculously good in sunglasses.

I'm exhausted, and I'm going to crash on the floor of my office if I don't get out of here soon. Stress is rebounding off the walls of this building, and I can't seem to dodge it. This entire week has been trying, but today was especially so. We've been bidding work left and right, without anything to show for it due to the current climate of the construction industry. I just spent the entire morning hunched over a typewriter filling out government paperwork and transcribing thousands of prices. My usual workload was pushed aside until this afternoon, which means I had to work twice as hard to get it completed. I suppose I could shove it off until next week, but that just leads to more work on Monday, and I don't have time for that. Tomorrow doesn't look much better than today, unfortunately.

And, you know, my entire day is made worse by the fact that I finished A Game of Thrones last night. I loved it, but I'm super duper depressed because I hate when characters I've grown to love die. I'm totally bummed.

During a moment for mental health this afternoon, I read this interesting article on work place sexual harassment. Specifically, sexual harassment directed at men from their female superiors and other women in the office. Working in a construction company, the sexual harassment from men is bound to happen, though I've never experienced it done in front of me while I was in the room. I have heard tale of certain individuals making comments about me or one of the other three women in this office, but it is never done in a harassing or insulting manner; it's usually meant as a complement. Then again, the crude things probably never get back to any of us girls because the boys know better. Has anyone experienced this in their job(s)?
I haz problem. It's not a huge problem, but I'm rather weirded out by the entire situation.

a tale of amanda and the produce guy at the grocery store: no, i do not want your cucumber )
Hold up... Javier Bardem, that creepy guy from No Country for Old Men is actually really freakin' HOT. Did anyone else know this? Why wasn't I told he was a hunk of Spanish yumminess? My world is askew now. Of course, this does not mean I want Anton Chigurh to kill me with a cattle gun. But you can bet your ass, I'd let him tie me up for as long as he'd like.

On what may or may not be a related note... When I skimmed Lloyd's latest album, I must have missed the absolute gem that is "Year of the Lover". With a song title like that, you know you want to go listen to it on YouTube. And if you don't, then let me entice you with these lyrics: "I'm a catch you in the shower while you're dripping wet. I'm a come and kiss your neck, you gon' kiss my back. How sexy is that? Rub your teardrop, put your body on the counter. You gon' say, 'Do that, daddy'. I'm gon' say, "Okay, momma'. Wrap you in a towel and bring you over to the bed. I'll watch you spread and get in between your legs. Now, I know that you won't give my loving to no other. We on top of the covers."


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