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( May. 8th, 2009 09:22 pm)
work talk )

If you're looking for homemade treats for your doggie, then I highly recommend Tail Waggin' Temptations. I met the couple that make these treats at the Quixote Humane Easter Parade a few weeks ago and bought a small container of treats from them. Ferguson isn't much for dog bones, but he is in love with their peanut butter heart treats. I just ordered another box off their website, and it arrived a couple days later.

Glengarry Glen Ross is one of my favorite films. I'm such a fan of David Mamet's talk-y movies. Jason and I were quoting it this evening because we were watching Ed Harris in another movie. I popped on YouTube and found this:

(WARNING: Lotsa lota cursing and foul language in the clip below.)

There is so much great dialogue in this film that I could never list it all here, but one of my favorite parts is when Dave (Ed Harris' character) says, "Anybody who talks to this asshole is a fuckin' asshole." So classic. You can see it in the video above at the 1:26 mark.
anogete: (always)
( Apr. 30th, 2009 01:18 pm)
This made me smile and also cry a little bit. Just the image of that elephant standing in the corner of the sanctuary, worried for her friend...

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! )
I love, love, love old school Nicolas Cage. This is one of my favorite scenes from 1989's Vampire's Kiss. It makes me laugh every time. Sometimes I get so pissed off that I want to do exactly what he does at the two minute mark. It's the adult equivalent of a childish tantrum.

Jason and I did his taxes. He thinks the government sucks. Mostly, this is because he sold some of his mutual funds and reinvested the money in gold--like gold coins that are stashed away in our apartment. Of course, this money shows as income on his tax return. Yikes. For the record, government? There is absolutely no incentive to invest and save. Might want to work on that if you want to solve the economic crisis. Just sayin'.

Also, either I'm terrible at cooking artichoke hearts or they taste way different after they've been frozen. Because the fresh ones I had in the fridge were absolutely tasteless after I sauteed them with some penne and homemade pesto.

I have this humongous crush on Lloyd. Guh. Let him introduce himself...

also, he's the freestyle king )
I haz birds! I put the feeder out yesterday evening, and when I came home for lunch today there were five very pretty little House Finches on it. They all were sporting a bit of red, so I can only assume they were all fellows.

So, I've noticed this odd pattern and I'm not sure what is causing it. I eat the same things each week. Monday night I have brown rice with veggies. Tuesday night I have veggie soup and salad. Wednesday night I have a couple slices of pizza and salad. I work out after I eat by either taking Ferguson out for a walk/jog or jogging on the treadmill. I've noticed that on the nights I eat pizza, I feel weak and wobbly after traveling about a mile and a half. I feel great starting out, and the first half of my walk/jog is the hardest because it is all uphill. However, at the halfway point, I start feeling exhausted and weak. This never happens on any other day. But it almost always happens on pizza night. So, is my body telling me that soup, salad, veggies, brown rice, and even tofu hot dogs are yummy and nutritious, but pizza sucks? I think I might have to modify my menu on Wednesday to something a bit better for me to prevent my body from crashing while I'm a mile and a half away from home. And the wind didn't improve my mood today. It's blowing steady at 30 MPH, but the gusts are up to 45 MPH. And in an arid climate like this, you just end up with a bunch of dust in your mouth when you go outside during evil!wind time. Sucks.

When I'm bored, I love to browse YouTube and find people who cover popular songs or write their own music. Olivia Thai is a favorite of mine. I love the tone of her voice, and she's so adorable. You can hear her singing her cover of Soulja Boy Tell'em's "Kiss Me Through the Phone" right here. Jason Chen appears in a couple of Olivia's videos and you can see him solo singing Coldplay's "Viva La Vida" over here. C-Note has been a busy boy, and I think he's making strides toward getting a record deal. Here is where he covers Lyfe Jennings's "Never Never Land". Ernie Halter is wonderful, too. You can hear him sing Justin Timberlake's "Cry Me a River" right here. And my most favorite of favorites: David Choi. He's notorious for covering hip-hop and R&B songs and turning into acoustic guitar songs. Like his cover of The Dream's "Shawty is a Ten" .
Dwight Yoakam will be performing at a casino just outside of Albuquerque at the end of the month. Payroll Girl and I flipped our fangirl lids over this and resolved to get tickets and go oogle him. The Jasons (her husband is named Jason also) do not have Dwight love, and we thought it best not to invite them. Alas, when we went online to the casino's website, the tickets were already sold out. Poo poo on that. The sexy will be so close, yet so far away.

Want to hear something awesome? The bit at the end about Catwoman is the best. Have I posted this before? I guess you can never have too much of a good thing.

my name's batman, but you can call me bob. and when i see the boy wonder, i just say, 'yo rob.' i used to wear a big cape and do the leotard bit, but now I'm wearing all these fuck-all-you-motherfuckers hoodies 'cause i don't give a shit. )

We went to the annual Chihuahua Easter Parade yesterday. It's the yearly fundraiser for the Chihuahua rescue I adopted Ferguson from. No, I did not make my poor dog (who fancies himself a stud) wear a ridiculous Easter hat of any kind. He did have his blue sweater on, though. There were several vendors selling treats and/or passing out samples. There were dog trainers and scary pet cremation people there. And a fairly large silent auction of several fun things, including a very weird painting of Jesus with a pack of Chihuahuas* sitting around him. No, not kidding. Jason was so amused, he took a picture. Ferguson had great fun frolicking with the other Chihuahuas, but he looks so huge compared to the pure bred ones. They're all dainty and three pounds. Ferguson is a muscular eleven pounds. He was popular with the girls, though. Margaret (who fostered him for a year before I found him and adopted him) was there. She crawled around on the floor to say hello to Ferguson, but he ran away. It was just so odd because he loves women. I can only assume he remembers her and does not want to go back to the strict regime of her house where all the dogs sleep in crates at night and do not get chicken jerky or stinky bully sticks. Spoiled little brat.

Someone stop me from writing Watchmen fanfic. I really don't need to do this. Really. I'm just going to shoot myself in the foot.

*EDIT: [ profile] holczar13 has informed me that the Chihuahua dude is Saint Francis of Assisi, not Jesus. Which made more sense once I Googled Saint Francis. Because we all know that I have shit knowledge of religion. Harry Potter spells? Know too many of them. Denizens of the Underdark? I could name a few. Lars von Trier movies in the order in which he filmed them? So easy. The difference between Jesus and Saint Francis? Clueless. Actually, I didn't know there was a Saint Francis. I just thought they named hospitals that. You church-goers are cringing right now. Sorry.
anogete: (Close V)
( Apr. 4th, 2009 03:55 pm)
I lost my breath laughing so hard over this. I can't stop myself from laughing no matter how many times I see it.

anogete: (ferg)
( Mar. 25th, 2009 09:58 pm)
Ferguson is a very well-behaved dog. He is not food/toy-aggressive with anyone. He has never tried to bite anyone, even little children who grab him. However, Jason likes to play with and tease him, acting like he's the other dog in the house. So, Jason has taken to acting as if he's going to eat Ferguson's bones. Ferguson then gets pissed and attempts to attack Jason. I filmed it for my own enjoyment, but thought I'd post it on here because my sweet little dog looks so mean and ferocious.

anogete: (fantastic planet)
( Mar. 13th, 2009 07:13 pm)
Hey, if any of you need inspiration for writing smutty-smut, then you could always think about how to get one of the characters to remove his/her clothing in less than seven seconds like this Japanese fellow...

oooh, stripper )

That's skillz, man.

Work was craptacular today. I ended up with a dust mask and gloves on, shifting through old company records from the 1980s and 1990s. All of it had been stored in a building off-site, and that building had been invaded by rats and other assorted furry creatures with diseases. We're sending most of it away to be shredded, but someone had to sift through it all and pull out the things that should to be kept. I felt like I needed two showers when I got home.
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?
I feel like wallowing in the depression of Sunday night. I hate Sunday nights. I'm terribly melancholy at the moment, and I can't seem to pull myself out of it. I tried to cheer myself by looking at tea cups and saucers on EBay, but I didn't find anything I want.

You know, I desperately want to love film noir movies. Really, I do. Maybe I've just got off on the wrong foot with the genre? Does anyone know a thing about them? Can someone recommend me some titles? I'm not big on Hitchcock, but I don't know if he can be considered film noir. Something not like Hitchcock would be good.

Instead of trying to make myself feel better about going to work tomorrow, I'm listening to Evie Sands. I adore her so much. Half the time, I think I was born in the wrong decade when it comes to music.

more evie )

What the crap happened in the 1970's? The soul music genre morphed into some sort of smooth soundtrack to a roller skating movie. It turns my stomach, and I always go back to the raw stuff from the '50s and '60s.
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!
I shouldn't be so amused by a little boy's distress after a dentist doping session, but I laughed so hard. My favorite part is when he lifts himself out of his seat, screams at the top of his lungs, and then sits back down as if nothing ever happened.

anogete: (p&p)
( Feb. 4th, 2009 02:02 pm)
hmmm )
anogete: (bjork)
( Feb. 3rd, 2009 08:34 pm)
After watching this clip from Shepard Smith's show on Fox News, I'm feeling much better. I love Shepard Smith, and I probably have the biggest crush on him ever.

The video is only a partial clip a few seconds into the segment in which he talks about the story. The audio and video don't quite sync up in the second half of the clip, but I posted it anyway. His inflection is what kills me. 'Look,' they tell police, 'it's tiny now.'

anogete: (msr)
( Jan. 30th, 2009 06:42 pm)
I'm unsure of how I stumbled across this band, but I found the name of it jotted down on a scrap of paper in my desk. It was my handwriting, but how it came to be there is beyond me.

At any rate, I investigated during a quiet moment in the office and discovered I adore them. A review I found described them quite well. "If Charlie Brown had an iPod, Jukebox the Ghost would be up there in his top played bands."

life is: oh my god, if i tell him, he'll tell her, and then she will know i like her! good grief! i don't think that i can take this heartbreak any longer )


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