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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! )
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.
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.
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.
( 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 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.
You know, part of me is glad we have people like this in the world to make things fun and interesting. Another part of me says, "Give me a fucking break and grow up."
Self-Proclaimed 'Vampyre' Arrested for Threatening Teen
"The criminal complaint says he was running for president in 2007 when the 16-year-old Rochester girl wrote a message of support on his MySpace page. She told police they began dating online, and the threats began when she tried to break off the relationship.
She told police that 'in a desperate attempt' to get him to leave her alone, she had e-mailed him that she was a member of an elite vampire hunter society and that continuing their relationship would put him in danger."
Right... Let's all live in our own little worlds, shall we?
Self-Proclaimed 'Vampyre' Arrested for Threatening Teen
"The criminal complaint says he was running for president in 2007 when the 16-year-old Rochester girl wrote a message of support on his MySpace page. She told police they began dating online, and the threats began when she tried to break off the relationship.
She told police that 'in a desperate attempt' to get him to leave her alone, she had e-mailed him that she was a member of an elite vampire hunter society and that continuing their relationship would put him in danger."
Right... Let's all live in our own little worlds, shall we?
I love YouTube. I love people, too. No, really, I do. I love when people have fun and post ridiculous videos of themselves doing potentially embarrassing things just because they bought a digital camera. To hell with self consciousness, I say. I will not, however, be posting my personal take on this 'shower dance' because I do not have a digital video camera. And even if I did, I'd probably fall and break my arm if I tried to dance in the shower. But, I do enjoy amusing myself with pop culture by watching cheesy dance covers of music videos.
Don't miss the surprise ending with the special guest. You know his mom was pissed at him for playing the music too loud and getting water all over her bathroom floor. I can't imagine what she was thinking when she saw him soaking wet, his pants unbuttoned, with fingerless gloves on.
EDIT: Holy crap, he's posted other videos! Should I start a fan club?
Don't miss the surprise ending with the special guest. You know his mom was pissed at him for playing the music too loud and getting water all over her bathroom floor. I can't imagine what she was thinking when she saw him soaking wet, his pants unbuttoned, with fingerless gloves on.
EDIT: Holy crap, he's posted other videos! Should I start a fan club?
I did this when I was eleven, but (thankfully) I didn't have a webcam or computer to show the world. Actually... sometimes I still do this if no one else is at home. I'm just smart enough not to put it on the internet now that I do have a webcam.;-)
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.
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.
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I was feeling childish yesterday, and I responded to a post on Craigslist. Originally, someone made a post, asking if anyone in the area would be interested in starting a book club. They subject line of the post was, "Book Club!" Nothing seemed amiss with the post, and it came across as being from a reasonably intelligent and thoughtful person. A couple hours later, someone responded to the original post with this:
Book Club?
I would question the posting of anyone who puts an exclamation point at the end of the heading "Book Club."
For those interested in reading quality literature, let me give you a prediction as to what this group will be about: they will read exclusively from Oprah's List (which means basically crap), they will be married women who will talk about what they are reading for about 10 minutes, and then spend the rest of the evening bitching about their husbands.
The idea of an intellectually stimulating book club in Albuquerque is ridiculous.
( and how i found myself discussing punctuation with an stranger via e-mail )
Book Club?
I would question the posting of anyone who puts an exclamation point at the end of the heading "Book Club."
For those interested in reading quality literature, let me give you a prediction as to what this group will be about: they will read exclusively from Oprah's List (which means basically crap), they will be married women who will talk about what they are reading for about 10 minutes, and then spend the rest of the evening bitching about their husbands.
The idea of an intellectually stimulating book club in Albuquerque is ridiculous.
( and how i found myself discussing punctuation with an stranger via e-mail )
First, how completely wonderful is my Mugen icon? He's flipping off the world. I love him more than I can say.
I think everyone knows I have a soft spot for ridiculously silly hip-hop/rap songs with a nice beat. So, it isn't really a surprise that I love "Lollipop" by Lil Wayne. It wasn't until I listened to the uncensored version of it that I heard the "no homo" remark at the beginning.
( no homo, what? )
I think a guy at the park asked me out today. I think. I wasn't quite clear on things, and I'm totally inept when it comes to dealing with men who show interest. I told Jason that we might need to wear wedding rings even if we're not married. It isn't like I'm fighting them off with a bat, but how awkward to be semi-asked-out and having to explain that I'm nearly married by common law. I suck at social interactions. The guy wasn't really my type. He was cute, in his late 30s, and a fighter pilot to boot, but I'm willing to bet my massive CD collection that we have nothing in common other than being dog owners. Besides, right now I'm holding out for Richard Armitage.
I think everyone knows I have a soft spot for ridiculously silly hip-hop/rap songs with a nice beat. So, it isn't really a surprise that I love "Lollipop" by Lil Wayne. It wasn't until I listened to the uncensored version of it that I heard the "no homo" remark at the beginning.
( no homo, what? )
I think a guy at the park asked me out today. I think. I wasn't quite clear on things, and I'm totally inept when it comes to dealing with men who show interest. I told Jason that we might need to wear wedding rings even if we're not married. It isn't like I'm fighting them off with a bat, but how awkward to be semi-asked-out and having to explain that I'm nearly married by common law. I suck at social interactions. The guy wasn't really my type. He was cute, in his late 30s, and a fighter pilot to boot, but I'm willing to bet my massive CD collection that we have nothing in common other than being dog owners. Besides, right now I'm holding out for Richard Armitage.
This video sums up the reasons why I love Bob Schneider. It's one of the fan favorites he performs live fairly often, but hasn't recorded. I can't watch it without laughing.
"I used to wear a big cape and do the leotard bit, but now I'm wearing these fuck-all-you-motherfuckers hoodies 'cause I don't give a shit."
"I used to wear a big cape and do the leotard bit, but now I'm wearing these fuck-all-you-motherfuckers hoodies 'cause I don't give a shit."
I have a green shirt, and in large block letters devised with black fabric paint, it says, "Heathcliff is a prat." I think this is self-explanatory. After hearing so many wonderful things about Wuthering Heights, I read it and found myself to be deeply disappointed with the jerk. I liked the book, but not Heathcliff.
Last Friday, I dropped into a local crafting store to buy some yarn. It was near closing time, and there weren't many people there at all. Two girls (early 20s?) were standing at the register where I was paying for my purchase. As I'm sliding my credit card, one of them says, "Oh my God! Your shirt is so mean!" I look down at my shirt, and then back up at her. What? The other girl squints and manages to sound the words on my shirt out before exclaiming, "Didn't he just die?" I furrow my brows and say, "Well, he did die, but it wasn't recently. Actually, it wasn't even in real life." They both give me a blank look like I'd obviously lost my mind. "Heath Ledger," the first one says, "He died a few months ago. I wouldn't want to be on your bad side if you put how much you hate him on your shirt." Oh. Oh, dear. Get thee to a literature class. I scrunch my nose and say, "No, not Heath Ledger. Heathcliff. The character from Wuthering Heights." I get another blank look. "So he's a character? From a book?" the second one says as she hands me my receipt. I nod. "Oh, we thought you were being mean to Heath Ledger." No, no I was not. My shirt has not a thing to do with the late actor. Sorry to disappoint.
I came home and told Jason that I have no people. This is a perfect example of why I don't have any friends. Well, I have all of you, and I appreciate all of you, and I do consider you to be my people. But in person, I have no people. People always talk about squeeing over fandom-related items with their friends or going to see interesting movies with their friends. I've never been able to do any of those sorts of things with any friends of mine, unless I've met those friends via the internet, of course. I'm not bitter about it, nor am I upset in any way. I actually find it rather amusing that everyone I meet finds me absolutely puzzling and/or boring.
I am one of these.
P.S. - I might be over the whole Draco/Hermione thing. I read some real stinkers tonight. The lesson of the story is never, ever read fics in a pairing you are unfamiliar with if they were not listed on a fic rec list. Clicking willy-nilly on links will only lead to wasted time and heartache. And not the good kind of heartache.
P.P.S. - Why is it so freakin' cold here? It's supposed to be spring.
Last Friday, I dropped into a local crafting store to buy some yarn. It was near closing time, and there weren't many people there at all. Two girls (early 20s?) were standing at the register where I was paying for my purchase. As I'm sliding my credit card, one of them says, "Oh my God! Your shirt is so mean!" I look down at my shirt, and then back up at her. What? The other girl squints and manages to sound the words on my shirt out before exclaiming, "Didn't he just die?" I furrow my brows and say, "Well, he did die, but it wasn't recently. Actually, it wasn't even in real life." They both give me a blank look like I'd obviously lost my mind. "Heath Ledger," the first one says, "He died a few months ago. I wouldn't want to be on your bad side if you put how much you hate him on your shirt." Oh. Oh, dear. Get thee to a literature class. I scrunch my nose and say, "No, not Heath Ledger. Heathcliff. The character from Wuthering Heights." I get another blank look. "So he's a character? From a book?" the second one says as she hands me my receipt. I nod. "Oh, we thought you were being mean to Heath Ledger." No, no I was not. My shirt has not a thing to do with the late actor. Sorry to disappoint.
I came home and told Jason that I have no people. This is a perfect example of why I don't have any friends. Well, I have all of you, and I appreciate all of you, and I do consider you to be my people. But in person, I have no people. People always talk about squeeing over fandom-related items with their friends or going to see interesting movies with their friends. I've never been able to do any of those sorts of things with any friends of mine, unless I've met those friends via the internet, of course. I'm not bitter about it, nor am I upset in any way. I actually find it rather amusing that everyone I meet finds me absolutely puzzling and/or boring.
I am one of these.
P.S. - I might be over the whole Draco/Hermione thing. I read some real stinkers tonight. The lesson of the story is never, ever read fics in a pairing you are unfamiliar with if they were not listed on a fic rec list. Clicking willy-nilly on links will only lead to wasted time and heartache. And not the good kind of heartache.
P.P.S. - Why is it so freakin' cold here? It's supposed to be spring.
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