Anogete's Journal

Arrggg!!! Why does Veoh have to go down for maintenance right when I'm watching something? Yeah, yeah... maintenance has to be done sometime. I just don't think it should be at the time I'm using their website.

I tried like crazy to read The Sirian Experiments, the third novel of the Canopus in Argos series. I'm just not in the mood. It starts out so dry that I want to fall asleep or beat my head against the desk. I picked up The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin instead.

Can anime ruin you on long movies? Jason and I have been watching anime shows for months. We have difficulty sitting through a 100 minute movie now. I think the movies are just bad/boring/uninteresting, but I wonder if the happy twenty minute episodes have shortened my attention span.

Puffy/Puff Daddy/P Diddy annoys me most of the time, but sometimes he cracks me up. On his Making the Band show he asked one of the guys if he "had some bitchassness" in him. The singer denied having any bitchassness at all. P.D. insisted that there was definitely some bitchassness and that bitchassness needs to be taken care of before it becomes a disease that infects the entire band. Bitchassness, indeed.

EDIT: I found the video on YouTube. Go figure.

( bitchassness )

So, Jason and I are watching Fullmetal Alchemist. Because I can't not do it, I start 'shipping people. I have a serious thing for the close friends/working relationship becomes romantic. Hello? Mulder/Scully. Anita/Edward. Motoko/Batou. Drizzt/Catti-brie. Alucard/Intregra. And on and on. So, naturally, I love Roy/Riza. All you yaoi fans are disappointed in me, I know. I'm a het girl through and through. My problem is that I can't find any good fics involving my preferred pairing. Those I have read involve OOC-ness to the max and subpar writing. I'm coming directly from Snape/Hermione, and as much as that pairing gets bagged on, there are loads of amazing fic that come out of it. So, if anyone is familiar with FMA or Royai in particular, please rec me some lovely fics that will make me squee with delight.

Jason + Christmas Shopping = Hell. He told me I was giving him attitude. I told him he shouldn't try to do all his shopping in two hours. He used my cellphone to make several frenzied calls from Hastings (video/book store) when he couldn't find the second season of Grey's Anatomy for his sister. Who watches Grey's Anatomy, anyway? It looks boring as all get out. And, we spent almost half an hour in the toy department of Target while he played with every toy that made a sound, trying to find the perfect one for his niece. I did make him buy me biscotti to have with my tea tonight, so the day wasn't a complete bust.

Speaking of tea... The new Sleepytime Extra tea with valerian sends me to dreamland before I finish the cup. I've been drinking it before bed for the past week. Even with a lingering cough, I sleep through the night and then some. It's a miracle sleep aid! I must go buy more.

Well, this is an interesting tattoo. I'd never thought of an armpit like that. I keep looking at it for some reason. Eww.

( i know i'm going to offend at least half my flist with just the first two items. it's okay, though. you guys/gals can deal with it. )

On a different note - Remy Ma's "Conceited" amuses me. It's really, really bad - one of those silly Scott Storch tracks that sounds pretty ridiculous. I just can't listen to the line, "My thong's showing, but it's cool, my shoes go with it," without giggling.

I finished one of my Lolita Legs stockings after months of saying I was going to do it. I attempted several methods of photographing the stocking last night without posting my leg on the internet. In the end, the stocking looks like a glob of yarn without a leg inside of it. Plus, it's just my leg. It's not like I'm flashing a boob to my flist. This is a no-nipple zone.

( picture of the stocking )

So, my problem is that the stocking keeps falling down my thigh when I lace it with a ribbon. I temporarily used a white elastic cord as a lace up the back, but it doesn't look pretty. I was thinking about dying the cord a different color to spice up the back of the stocking. White just isn't working for me.

I've done nothing today but order breakfast for the office and stare at my desk. A group of solicitors were harassing the poor receptionist a few moments ago. They were bullying their way through her so they could go into employees' private offices. The hallway outside my door looks down into the lobby. I walked out there and sent them packing. They wanted to sell tickets to basketball games at UNM. I told them that we all hated basketball before pointing out the No Solicitation sign on the door. So, that's the only other thing I've managed to do today. I'm on a roll.

My high school English teacher told us that if, on the first day of the month, you said, "Rabbit, rabbit," before opening your eyes and getting out of bed, you would have a good month. I've never managed to do this. I doubt anyone other than a terribly happy morning person would remember. When I wake, I'm not thinking about having a good month; I'm thinking about how I'm going to get out of bed and go to work when I feel like I could use another three hours of sleep. Plus, it's been cold and dark these past few mornings. This is not exactly the best weather for rising and shining. Not that I know how to do that on sunny, warm mornings either.

P.S. - What the fuck is it with me and the characters I like? I always end up liking the kinda-sorta bad boy who is emotionally stunted in general, but secretly has a heart of gold and a desire to be honorable (in his own way). I'm frickin' predictable. Titus Pullo from Rome is my new cause. (We're going to ignore that I find him very pleasing to the eye. Gaaaaa...) I've been wobbling back and forth on whether I like that program or not. At first it was pretty ridiculous. I didn't care for most of the characters, thought some of them were annoying to no end, and hated the excessive sex scenes I found to be unnecessary. It has taken me ten episodes to even figure out that I might like it. A little. I was expecting another Carnivale or Deadwood. Rome is definitely not up to the caliber of those two shows, but it's tolerable.

I only have four more episodes of Deadwood. And it is so depressing that HBO canceled such an amazing television show. Fucking cocksuckers, as Al would say.

Speaking of Al, I found this clip from the show on YouTube. Merrick, the newspaper editor, has been the victim of vandalism. Some hired thugs broke into his place and trashed his printing press. He is struggling with a sense of betrayal and helplessness when Al pops in to talk to him.

( al's take on misfortune )

Ellsworth was a scruffy, unkempt fellow in the first season. However, his little heart of gold led him to propose to a pregnant widow to save her from public scorn. Now that he's all cleaned up, he's pretty damn attractive.

( before and after )

Someone needs to stop me because I've gone crazy with this highspeed internet. I tracked down Bittorrents of Trinity Blood and Cowboy Bebop. I'm in anime mode or something. Anyway, the files are huge--over five gigs--and they contain all the episodes of each series. Oh, joy. I'm making my way through the Blood+ episodes right now. I'm half-way through, and I'm completely in love with it, but I need something to fill the hole when the last twenty-five episodes have washed through my mind. Maybe I should actually call my brothers for advice on where to go next. They're both anime encyclopedias.

It's around this time that I lose interest in American Idol. They've got it down to the final six contestants or so, and everyone has already picked their favorites. Plus, last night was Bon Jovi night and, well, ewww. I'm not a Bon Jovi kind of gal. So, I didn't watch. However, I found a clip of one of the performances this morning. How awesome is beat-boxing during "You Give Love a Bad Name"? Beyond awesome.



( and a ridiculous video that made me double over in laughter )

300 was very, very good. I really enjoyed it, especially the way the battle sequences were filmed. I was expecting it to follow the historical account much less than it actually did, so that was a plus. The comic-bookish creatures weren't too overdone to detract from the movie, which I was also pleasantly surprised with. I had heard in several reviews that the acting was atrocious. I'm not sure what movie those particular reviewers were watching, but I noticed nothing wrong with the acting. And, in some parts, I thought the acting was quite extraordinary. Basically, I thought all the reviewers complaints were unfounded. Go figure. I've never put much stock in movie critics, especially now that they all seem to let any sort of political or social beliefs to infiltrate their enjoyment of whatever movie they might be viewing.

To expound on that a bit, I noticed that critics and viewers love The Prisoner,a British television show from the 1960's. I cannot find a negative reviews of it online, and any complaints voiced about it were minor things mentioned in an aside. Personally, I thought it was a half-assed show that hadn't been planned well. It spun its wheels for the entire seventeen episodes that were filmed and seemed extremely self indulgent on the creator's behalf. The acting was horrible, and the dialogue wasn't very well crafted at all. It seemed to be obtuse just for the sake of it. The show barely held my interest in the first five episodes, and it lost my interest in the remaining twelve. I watched it regardless, but my knitting was far more interesting than anything that was happening on the screen. The only credit I will give the show was that it dared to be different than all other television shows at the time. However, even that fell flat when they weren't able to craft the differences well. All it all, I thought it was a fumbling attempt at originality - like a fanfic you read that has an amazing plot with a writer who has little to no talent and is far too eager to get across their ideas.

Jason's mother called my cell while we were at the movie theater last night. Thankfully, I had silenced my phone before she called. She wants to enter Jason's sister's baby in a baby Gap contest. She has a computer with a burner, but can't use it. She left me a message asking me to stop by and help her. I wasn't in the mood after the movie last night, so I guess I'll go over there after dinner today. Ferguson and I usually walk by her house on our two mile walk. I was going to do three miles tonight by taking another route, but I guess I can make some modifications and drop by her place anyway. The baby Gap contest is ridiculous, but whatever. I guess I have no choice but to be party to this silliness.

I'm getting new walking shoes this weekend! I'm dragging Jason to New Balance with me to pick some out because he needs shoes as well.

Oh, and this is my favorite commercial EVER:

I went to the grocery store to buy bread, lettuce, cheese, and avacados. My shopping list was very healthy. Until I walked by the pastry case. A huge donut twist with icing and candy sprinkles was begging to be eaten. I shoved it in my mouth as soon as I got into my car in the parking lot. It was really good. Really, really good. The Stephanie Plum novels have probably had a bad influence on me. Luckily, they don’t sell Tasty Kakes ‘round these parts.

I actually did leave work early today. I skipped out around ten-thirty or so this morning. I was going to wait for the boss to arrive, but she’s so frickin’ slow that I left before she showed her face. I wasn’t feeling all that bad, so I went to the closest video store to rent something. Slim pickings. Everything I had any desire to see, I’d already seen. Everything else sounded boring, unoriginal, or just plain dumb. And, is it just me, or is there an insane amount of cheapo horror movies that all sound the same? I’m a fan of horror movies, but that doesn’t sit right with me. Blech. I ended up with Chicago, which I’ve never seen before. It was pretty okay. Although, I did lose interest about thirty minutes before the movie ended. I turned the sound up and wandered off to wash dishes.

Speaking of movies, Jason keeps a massive list of movies we’ve seen together in the last couple years. One day I’ll have him e-mail it to me so I can post it here. Then everyone can give me suggestions on what movies I should see that are tragically missing from the list. I always end up browsing Netflix on slow days at work because I’ve run out of recommendations.

Jason and I are watching the last episode of Firefly tonight. I might cry. I don’t want it to end. We still have to watch the movie, so that will be something to look forward to later this week.

Last night I finished the first novel in the His Dark Materials trilogy. I’m eager to start the second novel right away, though I’m not sure if I’ll have time tonight. I highly recommend the series to anyone who enjoys fantasy novels. I’m in love with Iorek.

I caught the very end of an X-Files episode on television today. Everytime I sit down to watch an episode, I remember how much I ‘ship Mulder/Scully. It’s perfect. Until Chris Carter fucked it up at the end of the series with the weirdo baby and the relationship-that-never-was. I’m off to read some MSR.