I'm still accepting requests for free hand-knitted hats by moi. You can ask for one by going to this entry. I'm doing them in the order I received the comments in, so the first three are going out tomorrow or Tuesday. [livejournal.com profile] fishchick, I've skipped down to do yours since I already have the yarn. I promise I will get hats out to the rest of you who asked, I just need to pick up the right color yarn from the craft store. They should all be mailed out in the next two weeks, though.

I watched a couple episodes of QI online, and I'm blaming [livejournal.com profile] keladry_lupin for it. I laughed so hard my side hurt. Now I'm downloading a full season via bit torrent.

When I was a teenager, I was in total love with Duncan Sheik. I hear he's doing well, though I've not followed his career for several years. Last night I was sorting through my CDs (which are currently in a disorganized state) and found his debut album. During the summers, my family always drove to Myrtle Beach for a week. Everyone in West Virgina drives to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina for a vacation before school resumes. It's a day's drive--leave at five o'clock in the morning and you can get there before dinner. One summer I listened to Duncan Sheik's debut album on repeat for the entire drive. The rest of the family was enjoying oldies on the radio; I had my CD walkman and some cheap headphones that broke on the way back. I was devastated. The album always reminds me of being some sort of pseudo-angsty teenager, riding in a completely uncool van with my parents and brothers on the way to one of the tackiest beaches ever. And being happy about it because I love the ocean and knew I could weasel my dad into buying me a cheesy souvenir from Eagles.

It also didn't hurt that I thought Duncan was the most gorgeous person on the face of the planet. I spent the drive staring longingly at his album cover, convinced that if we ever met he would fall madly in love with me. Teenage girls, man. They live in a world of their own.

P.S. - I watched Jude this evening. What a downer. Great movie, but not so much for the light and fluffy. I'm totally depressed now, even if I did get to see Christopher Eccleston's naked ass.
This is a terribly dorky thing to blog about on a Friday night, but I must say that I want to cry. :-( Don't think this is going to be a serious post about my life. I'm just going to cry because of Doctor Who. Jason and I started watching the first season of the recent incarnation of the show last week on Netflix. I've put off watching it because David Tennant does absolutely nothing for me. I've seen a couple episodes with him in it here and there, but I've never been sucked in much. Jason wanted to watch it, though, so we're watching it. And, I love Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor. I don't want him to go away after the first season. I don't want David Tennant. ::cries::

I'm sure I'll get over this eventually. I'm sure David does a wonderful job or everyone else wouldn't worship him. But, Nine, I'll miss you. ::cries more::

The graduation ceremony was dull. We were half an hour late, which worked to my benefit, as the speakers were wrapping it up when we arrived. There was great amounts of yelling and screaming and clapping. There was even a group of women behind me who screamed, "sexy" both times their friend walked across the stage. I suppose there's just no accounting for taste.

::runs off to read Nine/Rose fanfic::

Don't judge me! I haven't met Jack yet. That's the next episode.
anogete: (kill a stark)
( Feb. 16th, 2009 11:04 pm)
Well, crap. I forgot our annual audit at work is tomorrow. I haven't done a single thing to prepare for it, which means I'll be slogging through musty boxes of bank statements and canceled checks for most of the morning. Eff this.

Jason and I started watching the recent episodes of Doctor Who, beginning with the ninth Doctor.

Brent Weeks, you slay me! You kill two of my favorite characters? Tell me people are resurrected in your novels or I might cry. And you twist the knife by making characters I like kill other characters I like. Damn you. I'm avoiding spilling names because I don't know if anyone reading my blog might want to crack open Brent Weeks's The Night Angel Trilogy. I mentioned it a few weeks back when I saw the super shiny covers in the bookstore and had to get them since I :heart: assassins. Well, in these books, they aren't really assassins; they're wetboys. A wetboy is an extremely skilled assassin; they're the fellows you'd send to kill an assassin. At any rate, the books are fantastically wonderful, and I'm current devouring the second novel in the series.

Because I loved Lil' Wayne's "A Milli", it should come as no surprise that I also love Beyonce's "Diva". Although, I do prefer the dance done Trois Style. The one in the tutu is my favorite. And just like everyone and their mother, they've also done their rendition of "Single Ladies", complete with what appear to be devil horns. For a more faithful and technically superior knockoff of "Single Ladies", you can check out this fellow's video. He's very good!
Jason was hanging around the kitchen yesterday after work while I was making dinner. He had went to his therapy session earlier in the day and obviously wanted to talk about it, so I asked him how it went. He said, "I drew a picture of you like the one I drew at my grandmother's house." Before Christmas, we were at his paternal grandmother's house and, out of boredom, he drew a picture of me looking angry and petulant. We both laughed about it because it actually looked rather accurate. Anyway, I laughed at him and called his bluff, saying that he most certainly did not draw another picture of me like that. Jason isn't the type to go for therapy of that nature, especially since he isn't an artist by any stretch of the imagination. He admitted that he had not drawn any pictures, but that he had spoken of me to his therapist. I didn't ask any follow up questions because anything he said, even if it was about me, isn't really my business. After a couple beats of silence, he grabbed me from behind and kissed me, then said that everything he told his therapist about me was positive. Then he ambled off to the music room to check his e-mail. It was a pleasant surprise, not what I was expecting. We get along very well, but I know I'm not the easiest person to live with. It's nice to know I'm appreciated. He was very lovey-dovey this morning, too. Usually, mornings consist of avoiding each other as much as possible and conversations carried by grunts and snorts. A kiss good morning is absolutely unheard of unless it's a weekend. Maybe the therapy thing is helping him more than I thought it would.

I half-heartedly worked on the paperwork for a bid yesterday at work. We submitted it in the early afternoon and found out minutes later that we have been awarded the project. The first project we've managed to snag in months. Even though it is a small one--only $400,000--it's still a step in the right direction. We really need to acquire more work if we want to avoid laying anyone off. It's a miracle that hasn't happened yet.

Jason and I have been watching Wolf's Rain, but I just can't seem to get into the flow of the show. I suppose this is because I don't particularly care about any of the characters and the entire presentation comes across as too kiddish--like I should be watching it at 3:00 in the afternoon on Cartoon Network. And I'm not into that sort of anime.

Holy crap, it's Friday, the 13th, you guys.

I've been tempted many a time in the past two weeks to write scathing comments about our government and the course they have decided to put our country on, but I've resisted. It would just end up being a rant of epic proportions in which nothing is resolved or changed. I fear for our collective future. Nineteen Eighty-Four, here we come.
+ I love the butternut squash ravioli Lean Cuisine with the veggies. Love it. I need to figure out how to make this myself without spending an obscene amount of money on these tiny frozen meals.

+ Pepperidge Farm Sausalito cookies will be the death of me. Why are they so delicious? Why?!?!

+ Jason is still having trouble sleeping. Therefore, I am still having trouble sleeping. He, of course, has taken the day off work to catch up on his sleep. I don't have the luxury since a bid of epic proportions is going out this afternoon, and no one else knows how to put it together.

+ Work is a writhing mass of stupid. I'm attempting to get the company's insurance coverage and payments sorted out, and everyone before me has made a mess of it without taking notes. I feel like I've been handed a wad of knotted yarn. No matter how hard I try, I can't get it untangled.

+ My co-workers are competing for the title of Most Injured Office Employee this week. Everyone in here has some sort of problem from potentially broken ribs to the glands under their tongues being swollen. Me? My calves are just sore from my exuberant use of the incline function on the treadmill.

+ Instead of reading last night, I watched the fifth and sixth episodes of this past series of Spooks. Richard Armitage, why do you have to be as delicious as a Pepperidge Farm Sausalito cookie? I swoon even when you're telling me children's bedtime stories.
anogete: (richard)
( Jan. 4th, 2009 12:13 am)
So, you want a reason why you should watch the third season of BBC's Robin Hood program in a few months? Okay! You might want to sit down before you click the LJ cut. Don't say I didn't warn you.

guy )

Fuck. Me. I need a cold shower.
anogete: (fangirl attack)
( Dec. 15th, 2008 08:03 am)
I am so ready for some time off work. Getting up and dragging my ass into the office this morning was extremely difficult, and it was not helped by the fact that it is freezing outside with a bit of snow/ice on the ground. It wouldn't be so bad if the snow was falling from the sky, but it isn't. I have a gazillion new cell phones to activate and charge, but I have sweet-talked the Sprint sales manager into coming over here and programming them all for me. I'm going to watch him because he looks terribly dashing programming cell phones in his fancy suit and perfectly coifed hair. Plus, he's forgiven my dog for biting his pants leg, so he must be a nice fellow.

When I was a teenager, I got caught up in the world of Ally McBeal. I haven't seen the program for years, so I don't know how well it stands up now, but I used to love it. Last night, I stumbled across a clip from the show which lead me to another, and then another. And then, gold. I found a clip of Jesse L. Martin. For those who never watched or don't remember Ally McBeal, Jesse portrayed a doctor named Greg Butters. He wooed Ally, and they dated for a brief time on the program after Ally finally managed to get over an old relationship the show was built around. At any rate, this clip led me to Jesse's filmography, and I discovered that he will be playing Marvin Gaye in a movie called Sexual Healing. Fuck me. I've always said that no one else could ever portray Marvin Gaye like Jesse. I had such a crush on him as a teenager, and after watching the damn clip from Ally McBeal, I that crush is back with a vengeance. He makes me melt into a puddle on my chair.

BBC, I love you. Give me access to your lovlies on your website. It's not really my fault I live in New Mexico. Oh, okay, well it is, but still... I can't be expected to hop countries for a television program. Right?

So, because I couldn't watch the episode on the BBC's website, I downloaded the first episode of this season of Spooks. Because, you know, I'm shallow like that. I've never seen an episode before, but I'm hooked. Yay for wonderful television programs that I will now have to illegally download off the internet in order to properly catch up on the goings-on. And it really says something that a person who has never seen the program before is in utter shock over what happened at the end of the first episode of the season. Holy crap. If you want to oogle it, you can find the file on any bit torrent site. It's definitely worth the trouble.

I thought work was going to be a slice of hell this morning because I was expected to assist with the putting-together of a bid, but I was oddly calm throughout the ordeal. I've given up on being high strung and nervous about bid days. If I get it done, then I get it done, time crunch be damned. They all know how long it takes me to organize and type one of those bids out, and if they can't get it to me on time, then I find it difficult to shoulder the blame if the bid is late for some reason or another.

My new musical obsession? Lightnin' Hopkins. No, really. He's amazing.
anogete: (north&south)
( Oct. 15th, 2008 07:48 pm)
OMG.. Not that anyone cares, but the new season of Spooks has Richard Armitage in it. I've known about this for months, but I couldn't get excited until I saw the trailer for the upcoming episodes. I melt at the sight/sound of Richard Armitage. I don't know why he doesn't have this affect on more people because he's just... gah. In other words, he's swoontastic, and I obsess over everything he does. See my icon if you need further proof.

the trailer is behind the cut because your friends page cannot handle the hotness of Lucas North, Richard's character )
true blood episode 3 thoughts - spoilers )

Oh, and I finished The Host by Stephenie Meyer. The second half was better than the first, and I ended up reading the majority of it in twenty-four hours. I'm so happy I read it, and I recommend it to anyone else in the market for something new. If a book makes me cry, then I count it as a damn good book, even if there are a quite a few Stephenine Meyer haters out there. Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] theredzebra1, Team Ian all the way! :-) How could anyone not love him?

I need to make some Sam icons, STAT.
anogete: (sam merlotte)
( Sep. 18th, 2008 01:18 pm)
First, True Blood has been picked up for a second season already. How exciting is that? I'm very happy for everyone involved in the project, and I'm very happy for myself because... well, Sam and Eric on film. Yay. We'll just pretend they aren't doing weird things to Lafayette's character and turning Jason into more of a sleeze than he was in the novels.

The last week or so, I've felt like crap, and I just couldn't figure out why. My sleep has been constantly interrupted when I wake, and my muscles have been achy for no apparent reason. Beyond that, my energy level is in the gutter. Today, I feel exhausted and vaguely ill, but I think I figured out what my problem has been. Normally, I drink between eighty and one hundred ounces of water each day. This does not count my water intake when I drink other beverages (tea, juice) or eat food; my count just involves plain water. Anyway, with the stress over the move three weeks ago and settling into the new place, I have not been drinking nearly as much water. Some days, I only manage to get down twenty ounces. I know the new rule from the doctors is that eight eight-ounce glasses of water is a myth, but my body and mental state beg to differ. Does anyone else on the flist notice a difference in their mood/body when they cut back on their water intake?
anogete: (jet)
( Sep. 16th, 2008 10:04 pm)
The Butt Bandit

Why can't fun things like this happen in Albuquerque? Instead, all we have are shootings and stabbings and carjackings.

True Blood, anyone? I finally saw the second episode on the lovely internets. I'm not quite sure what they're trying to do with Lafayette, and I'm not sure that I like it. I'm rolling with the Tara deal. She's not the Tara of the novels, but I don't dislike her. Oh, and could someone give poor Ryan Kwantan (who plays Jason) some clothes? I adore the theme song for the program, though. Jace Everett wrote and performed it, but not specifically for the television series. I was going to buy his CD, but it appears that it is only available as an import, and I find it difficult to spend $30+ on a CD. I may suck it up and do it anyway because he seems like a wonderful fellow. His blog on MySpace tickles me, especially the bit about vampires crashing his website.
Oh, wow... a post about something other than moving.

A lovely picture of Eric from Charlaine Harris's Sookie novels has been released. He's being portrayed by Alexander Skarsgard in the television show. Casting folks for True Blood, I effin' love you. Oh, yum.

you can't handle the sexiness )

Can this show start already so I can decided if I love it or hate it? Please let there be delicious camp and tongue-in-cheek jokes. I don't have the HBO, but the nice people on the internet will upload it for my viewing pleasure. Right?
anogete: (mugen finger)
( Jul. 21st, 2008 10:12 pm)
girls and anime and effin' pop culture )

I recently downloaded a load of music, some of which is top-notch. I might dump a load of music in a post later this week.

Work is... work. Sometimes it makes my eye twitch.
anogete: (vespertine)
( Jun. 17th, 2008 10:34 pm)
I haven't watched Buffy in forever, but I loved that show. I found this quote tonight, and I had to stick it up here since it reminds me of how wonderful Buffy is. Plus, I was (still am, actually) an old school Spike/Willow 'shipper, and I squee'd like a girly-girl when I saw this episode in the fourth season.

The setup? Spike has been implanted with a chip that prevents him from doing violence to humans. He's furious and busts into Buffy's dorm room to kill her, though she had nothing to do with the chip. Instead of Buffy, he finds Willow and decides to kill her instead. The chip does its job and will not allow him to hurt her. The next scene shows them both sitting on the bed together, Spike looking terribly down.

Spike: I don't understand. This sort of thing's never happened to me before.
Willow: Maybe you were nervous.
Spike: I felt all right when I started. Let's try again.
(He tries, but he can't do it.)
Spike: Damn it!
Willow: Maybe you're trying too hard. Doesn't this happen to every vampire?
Spike: Not to me, it doesn't!
Willow: It's me, isn't it?
Spike: What are you talking about?
Willow: Well, you came looking for Buffy, then settled. You didn't want to bite me, I just happened to be around.
Spike: Piffle.
Willow: I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into. It's always like, 'Oh, you're like a sister to me,' or, 'Oh, you're such a good friend.'
Spike: Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat.
Willow: Really?
Spike: Thought about it.
Willow: When?
Spike: Remember last year? You had on that fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath. (Gives her a sexy look.)
Willow: I never would have guessed. You played the bloodlust kinda cool.
Spike: Mmmm. I hate being obvious. Being all fangy and 'Rrrr.' Takes the mystery out.
Willow: But if you could...
Spike: If I could, yeah.
Willow: You know, this doesn't make you any less terrifying.
Spike: Don't patronize me! (Paces around the room.) I'm only a hundred and twenty-six!
Willow: You're being too hard on yourself. Why don't we wait a half an hour and try again? (Makes a funny face.) Or... (Grabs a lamp and whacks him.)

Joss Whedon, I love you.
[livejournal.com profile] falco_conlon made me do it. I swear.

List fifteen fictional characters, male or female, who you would have sex with (in no particular order) and tag 5 people to do the same.

don't judge me! )

As for tagging people - I would like to see all of my flist do this. I'm curious as to who you would put in the fifteen slots. Pretty please? I promise to comment about your character-love.
Since I've been unable to write anything recently, I thought I'd try my hand at this meme from [livejournal.com profile] sunshade. You are supposed to let your music player randomly select songs for you and write a drabble for each song while that song is playing. Once the song is finished, you must stop writing. I can't do it. My problem isn't so much a lack of inspiration (though that is certainly there), it is more due to the fact that I can't write drabbles for squat. I feel like I need to explain, continue, elaborate. I can't just write a scene without explanation of how I got to the scene or some sort of conclusion (even if it is half-assed). This is probably why I rarely read drabbles. I have nothing against them, and I don't mind others writing them, but I'm one of those people who usually skips over then in favor of that next fic which has eight thousand words. Eight thousand delicious words. Something to sink my teeth into as a reader. Drabbles always leave me wanting more, and then I get sad because I can't click the next button for the conclusion.

Maybe this means I just can't live in the moment. I want to know the past and the future. I want plans. Plans. Oh god, how I love you, plans.

So, yeah... no writing for me. Although, I've been thinking about writing Draco/Hermione just to get this monkey off my back. I could even write it canon without too much difficulty (i.e. I wouldn't have to raise someone from the dead). This is keeping in mind that I've completely forgotten about the epilogue to DH. So, if you're a stickler, it would be canon minus the epilogue. We don't need no stinkin' babies.

Jason and I are watching Planetes, an anime series from a few years ago. It's good, but it just hasn't clicked with me. He loves it. I'm sad that there aren't any yummy characters for me to watch. Because I'm that shallow. In all seriousness, though, it is a very good program and I'd recommend it to anyone interested in a more realistic view of space exploration in the next hundred years. But no pretty boys. Sorry.
I've never seen any episode of Pushing Daisies, though I've heard it is a wonderful program. On one of my YouTube adventures, I came across a clip from the show that makes me want to download all the episodes this very moment. The bit about Olive imagining there is a orchestra in her heart that leaks out into the world only when her heart breaks open? So wonderful and so true.

You know you want to hear her sing "Hopelessly Devoted To You" after getting snubbed by the guy she's in love with...

anogete: (fangirl attack)
( Mar. 29th, 2008 08:11 pm)
Before he hosted Dirty Jobs, he was on QVC.

"You're sitting there, you're watching an animated film, you suddenly find yourself attracted to the animated figure."

ants in the pants )
So, the tea shop is my new addiction. I'm obsessing over loose leaf tea. To prove my dorkiness, I took a picture of my tea area in my office. I also have an electric kettle, but it didn't fit into the picture.

i am disgustingly organized )

When I was between the ages of seven and twelve, I read all of Christopher Pike's novels. He was my absolute favorite. For those not in the know, Christopher Pike wrote suspense and horror novels for young adults. Really, they were written for a teenage audience, but I was always a bit ahead when it came to reading. I read Stephen King's The Stand when I was twelve, and that definitely isn't an appropriate novel for a child. My mother had no idea it was filled with sex and drugs, not to mention all the killing.

Anyway, Christopher Pike was the man to my ten-year-old self. I remember reading a novel back then that I absolutely loved, but I cannot remember the title for the life of me. And, when I moved away from home, my mother took it upon herself to cart out all of my books and put them in storage. The storage building was flooded, my childhood books were ruined, and the salvageable ones were sold. At any rate, I've spent the last two days searching for the title of this novel. It was definitely of the young adult horror/suspense category. I'm almost certain it was written by Christopher Pike. All I can remember in the way of details was that it took place in a castle or mansion of a wealthy family. The protagonist was a teenage girl. Much of her interaction was with the two twin brothers who live in the castle/mansion. They are, of course, super!hunks that she's totally attracted to. They made me swoon at the tender age of eleven. I think one of them was named Malcolm for some reason. The plot spoiler bit is that they are actually triplets, and the villain of the novel is their identical brother who is a bit mad. I think. Hell, I don't know for sure, but I think that's pretty accurate. Does anyone know what this novel is? I've skimmed through all of the descriptions of Christopher Pike's YA novels on a website, but none of them seem to match this description. I'm beginning to think I might have the wrong author. And I need to own this book again. Like, stat.

P.S. - I watched "Boogie Woogie Feng Shui" last night with Jason. It reminded me why I love Jet so much. The little scene where he and Meifa are sitting on the bench eating ice cream? Priceless.
Meifa: I just realized that I never spent time like this with my father...
Jet: Hey, now. Let me point out that I'm not that old. If anything, I would be a boyfriend... No, wait, that would be bad. W-What am I saying? At least I can be an elder brother or something...


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