Anogete's Journal

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.

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.

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.

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.

( 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 theredzebra1, Team Ian all the way! :-) How could anyone not love him?

I need to make some Sam icons, STAT.

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.

( 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.

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.

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...

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...