I hope you're not expecting something specific.

July 29, 2004

Another Last Comic Standing Post

I can't help it!  I look forward to this show more than any other this summer.  So here are my running thoughts on tonight's Wild Card show.

Corey:  All he talks about is cheating on women.

Bonnie:  I can’t stop staring at her jeans.  They're so....weird!  And awkward!  The few jokes I paid attention to were recycled anyway.

I just went outside to check the weather because I noticed the weirdest orange glow coming through my living room window.  It is POURING but the cloud above us, while usually grey, is bright orange because of the sunset.  It’s, dare I say it, surreal!!

Jay:  I have to admit, he has gotten me to be more polite. Thhhhank you. 

Ant:  I just noticed tonight, he has no neck.  Major eye-roll at “Hung Dynasty.”

I saw another glimpse of a wedding ring on John Heffron’s hand.  Somebody call the waaaaaaaaaaaaaahmbulance my poor heart is bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeding!

The Apprentice!!!  September 9th!!!  Yessssssssssssssss!  I hope they don’t split it up boy/girl at the beginning again.  Mix it up, yo!  The sky is bright pink now.  RAD!

Todd:  He’s making fun of me!!!  I AM on the internet!  How funny.  Oh he slays me.  I love to punch people in the head (or at least say I’m going to)!  I hope we wins pretty pretty please.  He’s making fun of those know-it-alls on the internet!  Ha! 

OK, is this the results?  It’s 8:40.  We have 15-20 minutes to go. 

See ya Bonnie.  And your bad attitude and your weird jeans.  Oh geez, we have to go through all 5 of them this way?  We won’t have any John Heffron time!!!  I have to wait until next week to see him?  LAME!

OK, who’s next.  Yay for Jay (Mohr) making fun of reality-show time wasting.  Corey, it was fun while it lasted.  G’bye.  Ant is GONE BABY!  Whew!  He was so annoying.  And neckless.  He poses way too much.  Geez, I’m catty!  I hope Todd wins.  If Todd wins, I’m going to do one of those stupid jumps in the air I do when I get way too excited about something that’s not really that important. 

So six down to three down to one.  That’s rough baby.  DAMMIT!  No jumping.  No celebrating.  Jay (London) is better than the other 3, I guess, but I’ll miss Todd.  I’ll miss the attention song.  He was genuinely funny onstage and off.  Like I said last night, it won’t really matter because John Heffron’s going to win anyway. 

Oh yay!  More reader mail!

southerngrl1 writes:

I believe John H. is married to another contestant. They were both in the first episode, he made it (for obvious reasons) and she did not.  As for Ant. I cannot stand him. He uses the same jokes all the time and they are always related to his homosexuality, he has no other material and his queen jokes get old real fast. I was out last night, so I am glad I was able to get an update.

Listen, woman.  You're supposed to be on MY SIDE, OK?  ;)  But just to set the record straight (yes, I looked it up) it was Tom Cotter and Kerri Louise that were married and she made it one round further than he did and they have twins.  So whew, dodged that bullet.  And amen on the Ant thing and I'm glad you got your update from lil ol' me.  But you should probably get the "real" recap from the official website since I'm a total spaz.  And for other (non-combedy) shows, I have to plug one of my very favorite websites ever.  TWoP.  You can thank me later.

And now from the Jessica.  Yes, THE Jessica writes:

It's me Jeshca...I voted for Jay London! I think he's the nicest comic of the LOSERS!!! And Yes, John is married! Don't you remember one of his very first acts? Remember the Playstation act? First his mom was yelling at him to get off the video games and now his wife?!?

 
No, girl.  You will not get me on this one either.  Check out the clip on his website (I could spend hours swooning).  It's the one that says "More Things."  In it, he clearly states that he's single!  I don't care when it was recorded, I'm going with that and assuming that he just got confused and keeps putting his right-handed ring on his left hand.  Hey, it happens!!  And way to vote for Jay London and get Todd kicked off!  This isn't "Last Nice Guy Standing" dammit!  If it was the "Nice Guy Contest" Jay would be the winner but it's not, OK???  I'm not talking to you until tomorrow!  Wanna go get some beers?


July 27, 2004

If you don't watch Last Comic Standing, you won't really care about this post

First let me preface (ooh look a preface before anything else!) this by saying that I am typing as I watch Last Comic Standing, so sorry if it's disconnected and random.  Well, OK, it's always disconnected and random, but this time I have an excuse. 

Can I just say, I love John Heffron?  He is so adorable and, the hottest of all, he's FUNNY!  Was that a ring I saw on his left hand!?!  He can't be married!  It says nothing about being married in any of his bios!!!  Maybe it's just decoration.  Not that he needs any.  I mean, I've had unhealthy crushes before, but at least this time I know he posesses the sexiest asset of all:  he's a total spaz.  So if you are so inclined to vote, please vote for my boyfriend!  He has a code on his site to put a button on my blog, but I can't get it to work and I can't understand!!!  Gr!  I still love him, though.  Sigh.

Corey Holcomb:  He didn't even make me chuckle and his stage presence is well....not present.

Bonnie McFarland:  New haircut.  Same bad attitude.  Ha!  "Nice to meet you!  Give it a minute."  OK that was funny.  I still won't vote for her.  I think I've already decided who I'm voting for. 

Jay London:  The guy never did anything for me.  A lot of one-liners.  I wonder if he ever looks normal.  I mean, I know this isn't a beauty pageant, but his looks distract me.  I'm just sayin. He's no John Heffron.

Ant:  Sorry, he was OK until he started stirring up drama in the house.  Everything was FINE until he started in with the dramatics and typical reality-show scheming.  He also does too many gay jokes.  Atkins and crystal meth diet.  HA!  That was funny.  He should stick to VH1 commentaries, though.

Todd Glass:  See?  He said it himself!  He lost fair and square!  But he's still the funniest of these five.  So here's my endorsement for tonight.  Vote Todd Glass.  1-866-FUNNY-95.  What am I saying?  It won't matter anyway because they're all going to lose to JOHN HEFFRON in the end anyway.

July 26, 2004

Please Refrain From Being an Assclown. Thanks.

All in all the birthday weekend was good, save for one small blemish.  Friday night, TOFDU, I guess, didn't think he had to talk to me even though everyone else had.  It's not like I was being aloof or anything (am I even capable of aloof?).  So as his little group was leaving, everyone passed by saying "bye" and he just walked on past.  RUDE!  So this is how the text messaging went after he left the premises:

Me:  So rude
TOFDU:  care???
Me:  I do.  You don't.
TOFDU:  EXACTLY!!!
Me:  I thought we were friends.  I guess I was wrong.
TOFDU:  Yes u r

Jerkface.  I am so done with him.  It's a good thing TOIL is single and I can focus my attentions on him because I am not dealing with TOFDU at all until I get one hell of an apology.  And he is not the kind to apologize, so I guess he'll just have to go on permanent hiatus.  That's a TV euphemism for CANCELLED!  That's right!  He's been Whoopi'd!  He's been Life with Bonnie'd!  He's been CSI Miami'd!  Oh wait.  That last one's just a fantasy of mine.  Oops. 

I don't know if I've mentioned this in my blog before, but every time I think I'm getting over TOFDU, that damn Men at Work song pops up.  So far, I have heard that song 6 times since that fateful text message exchange.  GAH!  Why??!!!  I'm trying not to think about him and the one song that reminds me of him and only him just won't go away!  I heard it on the radio going home that night (which super-sucked), then on VH1 the next day (I love the 80's Strikes Back) and then it popped up on my LaunchCast in my Yahoo messenger and the other 3 times have been on the radio with 2 of those times being within 10 minutes of each other (different stations, of course).   I mean, I don't want to see him, but I'll be back at el barro this weekend anyway.  In part to see TOIL and in part to be a pissy brat and ignore TOFDU to the ends of the earth.  I know, annoying and juvenile, but if you let me be mad about it for like, a week, I'll totally be over it, I swear. 

Warm Regards
(ew creepy)

July 23, 2004

I'm a witch

And I don't mean that in a "I'm a bitch, but I don't want to say bitch so I'll just say witch" sort of way.  I mean "Strange things are afoot at the Circle K" kind of way.  OK, let's back up to a couple of months ago.  First, let me say that I said "no more stories about TOIL" a while back, but that was a total lie and you knew it so you'll just have to deal for now.  So a couple of months ago, when TOIL was first starting to date whatsherface, I told him something along the lines of "You'd better get that out of your system by July."  He says confusedly (I don't care if it's not a word), "Huh?" as he should have because I had been drinking and well, it really didn't make any sense to anyone but me.  Then I said something to the effect of "My birthday's in July and we should totally make out for my birthday."  Oh ha ha you silly girl!  He had a girlfriend!  It's not like he took it seriously.  It's easy to make things look/sound like a joke when the concept seems implausible.  So fast forward to last Friday.  Remember my eye candy story?  Well, it's a little embedded, so let me share a little something from it:

And that's when I did it.  I took that leap because he is now a non-threatening force in my life.  I know I have no chance with him for at least a few months, so making a fool of myself will only seem like joking.  Right?  RIGHT??!  Let's hope.  So anyway, I say "Hey, if things don't work out with you and girlfriend, I'm right here."  He is such a doll, as he hugs me he says, "You flatter me.  You are so sweet."  SIGH!  I know, he's just being nice so I'll go away.  So I just say "I hold back" in a cute unassuming manner.  He laughed.  AWWWWW! 

So I show up last night.  The first thing he says to me is "Happy Birthday."  I want to have his children.  I can't believe he actually remembered.  I really didn't expect anyone to remember.  Even Brad, who is allegedly "in love" with me, totally forgot.  And we KNOW TOFDU forgot.  Er, I guess that comes later.  Anyway, so I go to sit with Jessica at a table instead of at the bar because there was a group of us and we couldn't all smoosh in at the bar.  So not a whole lot of TOIL flirtation *sad face.*  But I had a clear view of the bar, so at least I had my eye candy.  Did he catch me?  A few times.  Hee!  And TOFDU showed up.  It's July.  In Texas.  It is 90 degrees when the sun goes down at 9:00.  He is wearing jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt.  Did he look hot?  Oh yes.  And I don't mean temperature-wise.  The boy is fine, OK?  So I decide to assume a 45 degree angle between the two just so I could get the maximum ogle-age.  Happy Birthday to ME!  "What do you want for your birthday?"  "Eye candy."  Wish granted.  Anyway!  So TOIL gets a break.  Does he go in the back to sit down for a minute?  Does he step outside for a breath of fresh air?  No.  He comes over to our table and gives me a big hug and tells me happy birthday again.  And I say, "Can we make out for my birthday?"  I completely expected him to give a laugh and say "run it by my girlfriend" or something like that.  I think he started to say that and stopped himself.  "Well, actually we could since I'm single again."  Glee and complete dread hit me all at once.  Here I am blatantly hitting on him because I assume that he has a gf and will surely take it as a joke.  Now there is that inkling of "maybe she's not kidding and she's insane."  Is that bad to hit on someone blatantly when they have a girlfriend because you KNOW they'd take it as a joke?  And then take it down a few levels when they break up?  I feel so bad for him because I know he really liked her and it had to be a shock.  Friday, everything was all good.  Tuesday, she dumped him.  SHE dumped HIM!!!  Seriously, there is nothing NOT to like about this guy.  How he could be dumped is completely beyond me.  Well, he knows I adore him.  I won't lay down any more blatant come-ons (yeah right).  As S-E-A-N told me last night (boyfriend to one of Jessica's friends, Katie Holmes, not of Dawson's Creek), just play it cool and be [my]self.  And, after telling me how much he loves Katie and how he's going to marry her, S-E-A-N told me, "You're a beautiful girl, he should have no problems noticing you."  AWWWWWW!!  How totally sweet!  You know he wasn't "just" saying it, either.  That is a huge compliment coming from someone who I had just met and didn't have anything to gain by saying it.  So when I combine the comment from a couple months ago ("get that out of your system by my birthday) and the comment from last Friday ("If things go sour with gf, I'm here"), I can only conclude that I am a witch.  I wiggled my little nose and sprinkled my fairy dust without even knowing it.  The only problem is, I can't do it intentionally.  So I can't just go get the "ask me out on a date" potion and drop it in his drink.  Man, that would be AWESOME!  I guess I'll just have to attempt to be charming and sweet or something.  I'm sure he knows I dig him.  I'd have to say, if he doesn't know by now, that shows he might be a tad dense and maybe not for me.  Ha!  OK, let's set a goal right here.  My goal is to not say anything to TOIL tonight about making out, getting married, or having his children.  Baby steps, OK?  Baby steps.

OK, so that's what happened with TOIL.  As for the rest of my birthday, I did complete my task of having tacos for all 3 meals.  It was a difficult task, but I had to do it.  When you set a goal, you must accomplish it, no matter the obstacles (we'll see if that holds true tonight).  And Jessica got me this beautiful candle holder thingie with a good-smelly candle and some funny coasters.  And I woke up this morning with TOFDU's cat about a quarter of an inch away from my face.  Kitty breath.  As if to say "Who are you and why are you in my spot?"  So I roll over and try to go back to sleep only to wake up a few minutes later with the cat laying on my hair.  Boy did it wig her out when I reclaimed my hair.  Ha!  Good times.  Exciting, huh?  Actually, it was nice to have an uneventful birthday.  Everyone I needed to remember, remembered.   I don't need gifts, but I like what I got and am more thankful that those people thought enough of me to actually go out and purchase something for me than for the actual gift.  Does that make sense?  Anyway, yay for birthday #28.  Back to an even number.  Whee!!!

July 22, 2004

Happy Birthday to ME!

Thank you WJ for sending me this fantastic website!

pointlessly purple

And I would also like to say thank you to everyone who sent me an e-card.  It's really nice to roll up to your desk in the morning and you've got like, 10 Happy Birthdays waiting for you.  Makes me feel so spechal!  My goal today is to make as many things purple as possible and also to have tacos for all 3 meals.  Two for two so far and one to go.  KA CHING!  I'm having dinner with Gabi tonight (I wonder if she'll pick up the tab) and for once, I can't ask her where she wants to go.  I have to actually decide BY MYSELF!  Wherever it is, there will be tacos involved.  Oh, one more goal:  I hope to have many shenanigans tonight.  If it's calm and uneventful, that's cool, too I guess.  I'll have to update later and if I forget, you guys leave comments and remind me.  Oh how I love "reader mail."  I encourage you all to comment (Only nice comments, please.  My tender heart can't handle criticism.  hee!).
 
I have a bunch of other stuff I want to talk about, but this is my Birthday post, so I'll just wait and write that stuff in a different post.  Ya dig?  I'll just leave this one for congratulating myself on staying alive yet another year!  (Insert confetti throwing here)

July 21, 2004

Snaps to Jessica

...for sending me these fine specimens of websites.  Yes I realize that I cursed Shane and snapped Jessica, but.....but.....Jessica is going to be my designated driver tomorrow night and technically, I've never met Shane and he can't technically kick my ass and Jessica can technically decline driving my drunk ass around tomorrow. 
 
Let them sing it for you
 
A whole lot of lists of 5 things (which I love and will probably soon replicate).
 
Confessions - Some dirty, some funny, and some just sick.
 
Oh, and as long as I'm mentioning websites, here's one that Ava sent me that just absolutely slays me every time:
 
Rock Paper Saddam
 
Maybe I'll think of more later.  If you have any, feel free to comment or email them to me and I'll add 'em in.
 

July 19, 2004

Oh goodie! Shut up.

Oh goodie!  More reader mail!  Anonymous (like I don't know who you are) writes:
 
A.) You deserve abundant crap for watching I-Dull over West Wing.
B.) Good call on Janel.
C.) "Emmy Nods" is only a sentence if they're giving away bobblehead statuettes this year. In this case, "nods" is a noun, rendering your "sentence" nothing more than a fragment.
D.) Mmmmmm....Janel.





 

A)  I never said I didn't.  I know it's bad TV and I just can't stop!!!  I need help!   No, wait.  I don't want help.  I like Idol!  They're so bad it's....it's....good!  In a painful sort of way. 
 
B)  Are you saying I'm fat?
 
C)  OK, listen Mr. Smarty Pants (that's probably what it says on your diploma, isn't it?), I have a friend named Emily.  We call her "Emmy" for short.  Occasionally, she agrees by nodding.  Therefore "Emmy (subject) nods (predicate)" is a sentence complete with subject and verb in third person, present tense so KISS IT!  If "Jesus wept" is a sentence then so is "Emmy nods."  You're not the boss of me.
 
D) Perv.
 
Moving on.  I realized Sunday night that They Might Be Giants were playing in Dallas.  On Saturday.  I totally could've gone!  I spent most of Sunday kicking myself.
 
Friday was fun.  It was The Chief's birthday and he rented out the "cigar room" in our bar.  It's not really a cigar room, but if I smoked cigars, I'd do it in there.  Big fat leather couches, one nice pool table (there are others in the well-lit portions of the bar) and a big screen.  A big screen with TRIVIA on it!  I was so stoked.  So they have this game called Abused News which I'm really good at because I get bored at work and just sit and read CNN and Oddly Enough.  Anyway, I got 6th in the nation!  The highest I'd been before was 13th.  I was so proud and making sure everyone knew.   So then we moved on to the second bar that we have to go to because our bar is in a retarded city that closes all of its bars at 12 on Fridays.  And I was in EYE CANDY HEAVEN!  (Quick note:  Lynne says that I have to change "TAFDU" to "TOFDU."  "The Aussie from Down Under" is redundant and she will not stand for it.  "The One from Down Under" it is.  And it kind of sounds like tofu, so it's even better.)  So I had TOFDU right in front of me.  Just had his hair cut, too.  Oh so tasty.  Then on my right is TOIL.  Mm mm delish.  Then on my left....let's just say that now I have a face to go with that cabana boy fantasy of mine.  But I will have to change his name from Miguel to Luis.  I had been checking this guy out since the cigar room.  He was playing pool and just being all around hot.  He kind of looked like Eric McCormack but thinner and more Puerto Rican.  I have got this serious Latino problem.  Andrew?  Latino.  TOIL?  Latino.  TOFDU is not Latino, but he is foreign, so there's my other weakness.   So here I am, meeting this Latino, foreign, hot man with an accent, no less.  Did I make my move???  No.  And this time it's not even because I'm a huge chicken!  It's because he was only visiting and he would be returning on Tuesday.  I refrained from singing any West Side Story to try to convince him to stay.  But I did tell him that Tuesday would not be a good day for me since my birthday is Thursday so he would need to stay until Friday.  He would just have to reschedule.  He was nice and not a jerk like I assume most hot guys would be and just said he'd see what he could do.  Rrowr!  So after Luis the Hot left, I turned my attention to TOIL.  Ah TOIL, it's been so long since I lusted after you.  Ever since you got that stupid girlfriend, I've just thought that maybe it was in bad taste to flirt shamelessly with you or bite your neck.  No really, she's a nice girl, I suppose.  Even though she is just delaying our infinite, timeless happiness and romance.  You know, no big.  So as I was getting ready to leave, I give him a hug (he smells soooooo good) and ask him if he's working Thursday.  It's my birthday and if he's not working, I'd love for him to come by and blah blah blah.  He said he was indeed working and that I should bring along a designated driver because he would get me hammered.  Not in the way I'd like, of course, but you know.  I said I didn't know about conning someone into being my DD and he said he'd call me a cab.  How sweet is he?  And that's when I did it.  I took that leap because he is now a non-threatening force in my life.  I know I have no chance with him for at least a few months, so making a fool of myself will only seem like joking.  Right?  RIGHT??!  Let's hope.  So anyway, I say "Hey, if things don't work out with you and girlfriend, I'm right here."  He is such a doll, as he hugs me he says, "You flatter me.  You are so sweet."  SIGH!  I know, he's just being nice so I'll go away.  So I just say "I hold back" in a cute unassuming manner.  He laughed.  AWWWWW!  And then to prevent any further embarassment, I just cruised on and finished saying bye to everyone.  Then I told TOFDU that he was a jerk for leaving and not saying bye to me when I always say bye to him when I leave first!  Hmph.  I don't mean to bitch at him or anything, but come on, show some common courtesy, right?  Right.
 
Don't worry, Saturday's update is much shorter.  I played trivia and got FIFTH in the nation!!!  After a national ranking dry spell, not only do I rank nationally twice in a row, I best myself both times.  I RULE!  Just FYI.  I told everyone.  Even the people who don't care!  OK, that's everyone, but I had to tell someone!  And then I guess TOFDU had a little twinge of conscience and actually came over to talk to me without any sort of looks or nudges or hints.  And he was actually pleasant and adorable.  That was nice.  I guess he sensed I was feeling neglected, which is good.  When I'm not feeling tension with him, I feel better in general.  I don't know what that says about our "relationship" but it makes that infinite patience thing seem a little more bearable. 
 
Today:  I almost got a ticket.  Whew!  Just barely squeezed out of it.  I think it was a combination of "I pulled off the main road so you wouldn't become roadkill" and the giant "911" logo on my shirt.  Unmarked white SUV.  Bastards.  I know, I know, for my own good.  But where art thou, oh white unmarked SUV, when that no-turn-signal-usin, lane crossin, 90 mph-drivin, SOB is putting dozens of people's lives at risk to get 2 car lengths in front of everyone?  Tell me THAT!  It's like shooting fish in a barrel and you can't get 'em all, but COME ON at least get the dangerous fish every once in a while!!  Not the sweet angelic fishies like me. 
 
It's not that funny.  Shut up.






July 16, 2004

This is what you get for being a jerk

Oh I just laaaaaaaaaaaughed and laaaaaaaaaaaaughed and laughed!  (The link is in the title, just in case you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about).

July 15, 2004

Emmy nods. It's the shortest sentence of the week!

I can't believe it's already time for another Hollywood self-congratulatory set of awards!  I mock them, but I love TV, so you know I watch the stupid show and root for my favorites.  Some of my thoughts (yes I have them occasionally):
 
Lead actor in a comedy series - Five very deserving men in this category.  Larry David, Tony Shalhoub, Kelsey Grammer, Matt LeBlanc.  But we all know it's going to John Ritter, so the other four might as well not bother showing up.  Just stay at home in your underwear because nostalgia wins every time.  Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, but it's just too predictable.  I'm secretly rooting for Tony Shalhoub, though.
 
Lead actress in a comedy series - I love Bonnie Hunt in general, but her show never really caught on with me.  Even with the hot husband from One Life to Live.  But Jane K from Malcom in the Middle never fails to keep me belly laughing every time she is on screen.  Not to mention (but I will anyway) the fact that her character reinforces me when I start to think that I can't be completely nuts and a good mom at the same time.
 
Supporting actor in a comedy series - I love Sean Hayes, but to tell you the truth, I hope nothing from Will & Grace wins.  Rant on that later.
 
Supporting actress in a comedy series - Once again, love Megan Mullaly.....when she's not on Will & Grace.  And is it really fair to have ALL THREE supporting actresses from Sex & the City?  I mean, maybe the Emmies aren't about being "fair," but come on!  I say Doris Roberts AGAIN all the way!
 
Guest actor in a....oh who am I kidding?  No one cares.
 
Outstanding comedy series - Two of these were on HBO, so I've never seen them.  Arrested Development has always been pretty funny in a sick way.  Everybody Loves Raymond has already won like, 27 times.  Will & Grace....so not funny any more.  It's more like the Jack & Karen show with more drama than comedy and more gay jokes than anyone can really take.  All four characters are totally over the top and not believable.  Why.....why would I watch it if it's so appalling?  Three words:  Harry.  Connick.  Junior.  Yum.  OK, that was 4.  I hope Scrubs wins.  WHERE THE HELL IS SCRUBS???  I challenge any Will & Grace lovers to watch W/G back to back with Scrubs.  I have had this experience numerous times.  I find myself giving little chuckles to W/G and then watching Scrubs and laughing so hard that I have to make myself stop because I don't want to miss the next joke.  It is smart and sarcastic and completely goofy all at the same time.  Zach Braff and John C McGinley deserved their own Emmy nods, but the whole show is excellent.  One of those rare instances where the critics love it, the fans love it, but Hollywood pretends like it doesn't exist.  What the....????  This is one of the rare comedies that makes me laugh every single time and I would totally buy the box set DVD for it. 
 
Lead actor in a drama series - The Sopranos is on HBO so I have no opinion.  I stopped watching The Practice about 12 years ago (after the black lady was hurt in the explosion in the office from an exploding tape).   I stopped watching the West Wing mainly because it was up against some other show...probably American Idol.  Man, did Sevi give me crap for that one.  I just started watching Without A Trace in summer reruns.  I must say, Anthony Lapaglia is excellent.  But he is no Jack Bauer.  The Keif needs to win one here, people.  I absolutely LOVE 24.  OK, so maybe the love has spilled over into what some might call an "obsession," but Jack...er....Keifer completely deserves it.  I don't even watch it thinking about that guy from Young Guns.  He is Keifer when he's laid back on Jay Leno.  He is Jack Bauer when he's dressed in Kevlar, being tortured, asking "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR???" and kicking some terrorist/assassin/double agent ass!!
 
Leading actress in a drama - I'm going to have to go for Amber Tamblyn from Joan of Arcadia on this one.  Much like Keif, I forget that I'm watching Emily Quartermaine and I am drawn into the show and really feel for Miss Girardi.  Amber has always been an excellent actress and she deserves some sort of award-type notoriety.  Or whatever.
 
Supporting actor in a drama - I'm having a hard time caring.  John Spencer from the West Wing, I suppose.  But I bet Steve Buscemi wins it since he's a movie type person.
 
Supporting actress in a drama - I love Janel Moloney from the West Wing.  She reminds me of me.  Except skinny.
 
Drama series - Hm, mostly the same field as last year except for last year's winner, The Shield got the boot for Joan of Arcadia.  That's a good thing since 24 usually loses out to The Shield.  Of course, The Sopranos will win because they always do, but it's nice to dream.   This is usually the last drawn out award of the show, so let me save you the "suspense" and "drama."  Sopranos wins again.  I swear, they must have someone at that accounting firm on the payroll.
 
Miniseries or Movie - Hm, look how much I don't care!  Angels in America wins everything!  Yay!  Let's go home.
 
Reality Program - Now, this is different from COMPETITION reality programming.  Oh, and they also have some "non fiction" category, too.  Whatever, academy.  Just whatever.  Hm, OK, let's take a look at the nominees.  I've only seen two of them (Queer Eye and Extreme Makeover:  Home Edition).  I really do enjoy EM.  It always seems like they're doing something truly good and not just to be self-aggrandizing (like some certain award shows we know).  But I honestly hope that Penn & Teller win just so we can watch someone (the censors or, as I like to call them, "the boob brigade") squirm when the title is read.  Muwahahaha!
 
Reality/Competition Program - Now this is a category I can sink my teeth into.  I watched, with vigor, all five nominees.  The Amazing Race was completely deserving of the win last year.  Very well put-together, interesting contestants, fascinating concept.  The only thing that can keep it from winning is Survivor.  The original game show drama.  Live in the wild!  Vote your friends off!  Fall face first into fires!  Form alliances with people you hate!  Get bitten by sharks!  All good fun.  I personally think Survivor should win just because it doesn't ever seem to get worse.  It's always good.  It shows what happens when people stop being nice and start getting desperate for food, shelter, and occasionally, Colby Donaldson.  I loved the Apprentice, but it should not win.  They still need a few more seasons to fine tune their production and think of some tasks just a hair more challenging.  Not that I would've been any good at a single one of those challenges, but I'm not on the show, AM I?  I love American Idol regardless of the fact that it is geared towards people half my age.  I love to sing and I love knowing that I could beat most of these people in a head to head karaoke show-down.  Gabi helps me decide on who to vote for and I get entirely too involved and passionate about it, but when it's over, I'm over it.  Until it comes on again, that is.  Last Comic Standing....what to say?  I loved it last year even though Ralphie May was totally robbed.  I'm assuming that this nomination is from last season, as it should be.  Last season, I saw one of the best cast of characters on a reality show, I think, EVER.  Everyone was fun to watch and everyone was great in their off-stage antics (oh that darn rat!).  It was raw and untouched.  This year, everyone kinda knows what's going on and what will happen and blah blah blah.  It's never as good the second time around is it?  Except for 24.  Damn, Season 2 was the bomb.  OMG I totally slay myself.  HAHAHAHA  (If you watched 24, you'd get it!). 
 
I have to go now.  I'm only amusing myself at this point.

Fun with Blogs

Just a warning, Blogger just put a bunch of fancy new buttons on here for me to play withSo, sorry if I get carried away. 
 
Guess what!  I got my first reader question!  Now I get to answer!  Wheeeeeeee!!!  Southerngirl1 writes:
 
So whatever happened to Clifford??? or more importantly, why are you perpuatually single, what happened with Andrew???


First, Clifford is fine.  He had a broken "universal joint" whatever that means.  The way Andrew explained it to Gabi was good for me too:  "It's like he had a broken arm."  So anyway, Clifford is fixed, but he likes to become "unfixed" at the most inappropriate times.  The nerve.
 
OK, what happened with Andrew.  That is a LONG story even for someone as verbose as I am.  Let's just say, we started out doing things out of order.  We had a baby (but I did all the work), we got "engaged" when Gabi was a little over a year old.  He began a "relationship" with a (insert many bad words here) girl the month after he asked me to marry him.  To that, I asked him, "Why did you bother asking me to marry you, dude?"  Seriously.  He said he was worried that I would take Gabi away from him if he broke up with me.  Only in his mind would completely humiliating me for nine months (the length of time that he cheated on me before I finally left him) be a better choice than just being a man and telling the truth.  I would never keep Gabi from him.  It has been almost 3 years since I left him and I have not refused a phone call or visit once, regardless of how angry I was with him.  Not for him, but for her.  She is a daddy's girl and he is a good father.   She loves him so much.  He just seems to have problems with women in general.  Many people say either that I am not over him or that I am bitter and need to "let go."  First of all, I find it highly insulting when people say I am not over him.  I was over him the day I left him, if not way before.  I am not, however, over what he did to me.  He has never apologized or even acknowledged that he did anything wrong.  This is where "people" say I just need to let it go because I'm never going to get an apology.  I never said I expected an apology.   But I will maintain that I deserve an apology for the mental and emotional abuse that he put me through as well as the blatant humiliation.  Like I said, I'm leaving a lot out here, so you'll just have to take my word for it.  I have to deal with him on a daily basis.  You'd think after three years, he could get the balls to say something to the effect of "I was a total jerk."  But he hasn't. And he won't.  I know I won't get that apology (even though his mom, bless her heart, says that he has considered it), but that doesn't mean I deserve it any less.  I will not be told by people who have not been through what I have been through how to deal with this.  It makes me angry when I am told to "let it go."  That's another thing I hate!!  Unsolicited advice!!  Grr!!  I should've included that in my column about hating things.
 
So anyway, the same "people" who dole out such unsolicited advice also seem to have a theory on why I am perpetually single.  They say that I am bitter and that men can sense this about me.  Well, that would be a good theory if I were bitter towards all men, but I'm not.  I've said it a few times so far in this blog that I know that all men are not the same (ditto for women).  I never once even considered that all men were like Andrew.  Thank your choice of deity!!  I do, however, have a theory as to why I'm perpetually single.  I'm loud, opinionated (yet diplomatic), funny (occasionally), I like sports, I win at trivia, and I don't laugh at stupid jokes.  I'm not good at being nice to people I don't like (they are few and far between.  I like just about everyone.  Unless they're a jerk).  I am good at postulating theories.  I think maybe most guys just don't know what to do with me.  I'm not a ditz who flips her hair around and laughs at all the corny jokes and pretends to like you just to get free drinks.  OK, fine, I flip my hair, but that's it!  I think maybe men on the internet seem to like me mainly because they do not have to withstand the insane decibel level of my voice on a regular basis.  But honestly, if I knew why I was perpetually single, I probably wouldn't be perpetually single.  Ha! 
 
OK, I'm off to study the Emmy nominations.  Maybe I'll come back with some commentary later on.  Until then, Cheerios!  Oooh CSI!  OK, maybe a little ADD, too.  Hee!
 
PS Disney channel is evil.  EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiil!!!
 



July 14, 2004

Something only I would find incredibly amusing

Since this site often makes you "sign in" to see the posts, I'll just be a bad girl and copy and paste. This is from the local news station's website where you can basically "speak to the manager" and lodge any complaints or pay a compliment, make suggestions, blah blah blah:

Q: You could "scoop" all the other weather stations and educate children and adults by telling it like it is. Weather systems are basically stationary. The sections of the earth move into or out of the weather due to its rotation and wobble movement. A storm coming from the west is actually the earth rotating to the east. A storm coming from the northwest is the earth moving to the north (relatively speaking).

OK, seriously, does this guy think he has all the answers as compared to a meteorologist who has a degree in this stuff? Or any person remotely interested in the atmospheric sciences, for that matter. Before I ever read the answer, I was highly amused at this guy's idiocy.

A: We checked with WFAA meteorologist (and resident "big brain" when it comes to weather science) Steve McCauley on this question. He looked it over and told us, "Yes, it's true about the earth rotating to the east – but the premise of the argument is false so the conclusions really have no foundation. Using this logic, a storm moving west to east means the earth had to reverse direction and spin the other way – which would cause instant annihilation of life on the planet."

In other words, good idea guy, except for the part about life on Earth ceasing to exist. Who comes up with this stuff??? Seriously.

July 12, 2004

She's a-movin on up

She finally got her dee-luxe apartment in the sky.

We'll miss you, Weezie!

July 11, 2004

Curses to Shane

Shane sent me this website and now all I want to do is try to stump it. I can't get more than 2 lines out of the thing. Curses!

Don't be a jerk

OK, one more thing I hate. When someone comes into a group setting and announces an engagement, there's always at least one asshole who has to say something like "Don't do it!" or "It won't last!" If you say things like this, I want to talk to you. If you have enough tact and couth to never say things like this, you can skip this paragraph. Listen, pal. That moment is not about you and your failed relationships. The person who just got engaged is probably happier than they've ever been in their whole life and wants to share it with everyone. Why do you have to go and ruin it? Not all marriages are miserable. I'm very sorry yours didn't work out. But that does not give you the right to be a jerk to someone who has found someone they are happy with and want to spend the rest of their life with. I don't want to hear the statistics about divorce. This isn't about divorce, yours or anyone else's. This is about marriage. Quit being selfish and hold your tongue if you can't say anything nice. Or if you can muster it, a nice "congratulations" or a non-sarcastic "good luck" would be a nice touch. Just let that person be happy about it.

Whew. OK, so my point is, don't be a jerk. Just be nice. And if you have to vent, GET A BLOG!

July 10, 2004

A few things I hate

I apologize in advance for being a big fat complainer. Maybe I'm PMS'ing or something, I don't know, but a whole lot of things are BUGGING THE CRAP OUT OF ME and I have to get them off my chest. I can't do it to people in real life because then I'm a "downer." So best to do it here where you have the choice to read it or just skip it. On with it:

I hate it when restaurants put shredded lettuce all over everything. Usually, I hear this complaint about onions. I haven't a beef with the onion (heehee). I can understand the onion thing. They have a very distinct odor and taste to them that tends to permeate the food. Lettuce on the other hand tastes like nothing. So why is it there?? To annoy me, that's why! And SHREDDED! Aaaaaaaugh! It gets all over everything and it's nearly impossible to get it all off. The other day I went to Taco Cabana and, as usual, ordered my tacos with no lettuce or tomato and they served those bad boys up hot and tasty with lettuce and tomato. Tomatoes, I don't mind so much. They're diced, just flick 'em off with the fork (besides, I'm about to drown my taco in pico de gallo anyway). I then spent 10 minutes on each taco picking out those dreadful little shreds of lettuce. Maybe I should've complained and gotten some new tacos made, but I spent too much time in the food industry and I know that workers get in an insane amount of trouble over stupid crap like that, so I just held my tongue. And then, every time I go to a sit down restaurant and order up some fa-hee-tas, they bring me this beautiful plate with pico and sour cream in the middle....ON A BED OF SHREDDED LETTUCE that gets in everything!!! That was NOT in the menu description! What's it there for? Garnish? To look pretty? Its texture does not meld (in my opinion) with the soft chicken, the gooey cheese, and the juicy pico. It's all crunchy and just ugh. Lettuce belongs in salads, not shredded under my pico de gallo! Oh whew, glad I got that out in the open.

Another thing I hate: people who imply, or just flat out state, that I am stupid because I do not agree with their political or religious beliefs. Now, this isn't so widespread with religion as it is politics. Usually, in religion, they just kind of feel sorry for you and say that they'll pray for you. To which I say, there's more than one way up a mountain. What makes you think that you and your church family are the only ones who are right in a world with hundreds, if not thousands, of different religions? Faith is a highly personal thing to me and at the risk of sounding like a picker and chooser, you have to believe what YOU believe. Not what anyone else, including your church, tells you to believe without question. On to politics...I have run into many people, mostly on the internet, who insist that I am stupid or "just not paying attention" because I do not agree with what they are saying. And in one instance, I was told it was because I "just don't read." Huh? How do you know what or how much I read? That's quite a broad assumption to make about someone you just "met" 5 minutes ago. I watch the news, but that is often not a valid source for many people. It's not a valid source of getting ALL of your news, but it's a good starting point because you can't just skip a page. News stories that may not sound relevant on the surface, sometimes turn out to be relevant after all. I also read many articles on the internet. True, you cannot believe everything you read on the internet. I find that most news sources are incredibly slanted one way or another. And yes, they slant both ways. You just have to be observant enough to know when a story is being spun. Most stories about world events and politics have a pretty heavy spin on them. And if the story itself doesn't have a heavy spin, then the news agency itself is blatantly bashing one candidate (printing unfavorable statistics) while unabashedly praising another (printing a positive biographical article). They have freedom of press and can choose to print whatever they please. It's up to us to decide what to believe 100% and what to take with a grain of salt. I would suggest taking 98% of it with a grain of salt. As far as this presidential election goes, I'm glad people are passionate about it one way or another. I really hope that it gets record numbers to the polls. But in all of your debating and discussing, please refrain from calling people stupid or telling them that they're out of touch because they disagree with you. Do your research and be prepared to back yourself up, but don't insult others. That only shows your insecurity and weakness. You can be informative and persuasive without being condescending. This country grows and thrives because of diversity of thought. If we all believed the same things, practiced the same faith, had the same experiences, we would go nowhere. We need all types in office to bring together vastly differing ideas and learn to compromise so that they work the best for everyone. And if you are the smartest person, and you have all the answers, maybe you should run for office.

OK, now for a problem I have with people and personal relationships. I like funny people. I love to laugh. Occasionally, jokes are at my expense. That's fine. But things need to be balanced. Someone last night asked me, "Well, what do you want? For me to be mean or nice?" I had asked him why he's always so mean to me. I try hard to be nice to him. I mean, we're talking some inhuman, seemingly infinite patience with this guy. So why do I have to choose? Why can't he be both? You know, mix it up a little. Every once in a while, give me a sign that you don't mean all of those things. If you truly don't like me, then let me know. I don't have the time or energy to be wasting on people who don't even like me. But if you like the banter that we have, just give a smoke signal, send a pigeon, SOMETHING! Just let me know that you don't really think all of those things about me. Most things roll off my back, but after a while, I start wondering if maybe you really believe all of your "jokes." And don't add insult to injury by telling me I'm "uptight" or have "no sense of humor" because I politely ask you to lay off. Because there is no way for me to defend myself against that. Of course, if I try, then I'm being "defensive" which, all of a sudden, is this horrible weakness. If you insult me, I will defend myself. If I ask you to lay off, just stop with your current line of insults. Apologizing would be a nice touch, too. But you know, I can never point this out to anyone. That would make me controlling. Can you tell that I've been in a few no-win situations? I don't think I have to win 'em all, but it'd be nice for someone to relent occasionally and just say they're sorry for hurting my feelings. I feel like I'm apologizing all the damn time. It'd be nice to get some reciprocity every once in a while.

Which leads me to the final thing (for now, I'm sure) that I hate. I hate hate hate it when guys call girls psycho. Just because a girl does something you don't expect or necessarily want, that does not mean that she's a nutcase. She does not have some mental problem that prevents her from being a normal individual because she cannot read your mind. Last night I was asked, "Do you have girl parts?" Obvious answer. Then, "You're psycho." What the hell? So all I had to do was somehow acquire XX chromosomes and now I'm a nutjob? Psycho is calling 10 times a day just to see where you are and what you're doing. Psycho is parking across the street to see if you're home and who you're with. Psycho is leaving a dead bunny on your doorstep. GOING OVER TO TALK TO YOU AT THE STUPID BAR FOR FIVE MINUTES IS NOT PSYCHO! Sending a text message? Not psycho! Giving a hug? Not psycho! Leaving a voicemail! Not psycho! See where I'm going here? That word is flung around like monkey poo with such carelessness, that when you do finally meet someone who really has brain problems, no one believes you! The old "crying wolf" syndrome. I have been called psycho for the most ridiculous, innocuous things. If there is intent to do harm, then fine, have some fear and call her a psycho. If she's just being nice...she's just being nice! Think about your slanderous words before you run off and tell all of your friends how crazy Janet is. Susan showed up at "your" bar??? Oh my, she MUST be stalking you. You saw Michelle on the freeway the other day? I'm certain she's following you. Get real and start acting like a grown up.

On a related note, ladies, we need to stop bashing the men. Even though some of them tend to do ridiculous, immature things like what I mentioned in the above paragraph, most of them are pretty decent people. We all are. We're just people who have different private parts. Some of us are nice, some are mean. Some are snobby, some are humble. Some are nutcases, but most are actually sane people. Men and women alike. The War of the Sexes is the most ridiculous and inane thing I've ever heard of. Just be nice and make out, OK?

I have to go to the store for ice cream and Midol. The End. For Now.

July 06, 2004

I don't know what I'm saying any more

My child has discovered "air quotes." Lord help us all. Andrew (Gabi's daddy) called me today because he has to switch days with me (e.g. he usually takes her on Wednesday and now he needs to take her on Thursday blah blah blah) for this week because he needs to take his truck to his stepdad's so they can work on it tomorrow night. So I'm trying to explain this to Gabi (FYI the truck's name is Clifford because it is very large and very red). Me: Daddy is picking you up from school on Thursday instead of tomorrow, which is Wednesday. (We're learning our days of the week) Gabi: Why? Is something wrong? Me: Well, Daddy said Clifford has been acting "weird." Gabi: Is Clifford broken? Me: I'm not sure. Gabi: Well, let's call Daddy back so we can find out if Clifford is "broken." You know she got that from me. And I find that horribly disturbing. What else does she pick up from me? Probably everything!!! How scary is that?? She's already got the hand gestures, the hands on the hip stance, the "like, HELLO!" attitude.

Jack FM song combo of the day: One Night in Bangkok/Tonight's the Night
Yesterday's combo: We Belong/Kung Fu Fighting
I'm not sure if they're trying to be amusing, but I am amused. I'm sure you guys don't care about what the radio stations are playing here mainly because most of you don't live here and if you do, you probably don't listen to the radio anyway because that is like, so 1954. But I like it, it's how I learn about new music and know what to add to my Launch station.

I read an article about blogging in Time magazine the other day. Apparently, these things are supposed to have a purpose and a point??? Or maybe an opinion or some information occasionally? Oops. The one thing that I do that was mentioned in the article is link to websites.

So there's this column I like to read called "Grr!" I can relate and I think my "common courtesy" column showed a little of my Grr side. I'd just like to add a Grr for today...If you are on a main artery road (not a freeway) and there are two cars directly behind you and there's an on-ramp from the freeway merging with you...DON'T STOP AND WAVE THEM IN!! For real! They are yielding TO YOU! They will have plenty of opportunity to merge with traffic in oh, say, 3 seconds, "AF MOM!" I understand they were just trying to be nice to the merging traffic and I've never really had a problem with people just being nice, but when it's at the expense of others who are wholly in the right, it irks me. There was no one behind us! And what is it with military relatives being the object of my ire lately? I respect and feel for these people with every ounce of my being, but a few days ago, it was "Navy Wife" and now it's Air Force Mom? I'm sure it's just a coincidence but Grrr! Maybe some Democrats or rednecks will start bothering me. I'm an equal opportunity buggee.

Oh, and Happy Birthday to my dear husband, Mike Modano!!! He's the big 3-4 and better than ever and I looooooooooooooove him! Yes, I'm nutso, but you like me that way.

July 03, 2004

I take back the whining. This time.

Hey, remember how I was whining about that radio station that got changed? The Wild to the Jack? I take it back. I take it ALL BACK! They freakin RULE! Any station that can play Foo Fighters and Tina Turner in the same set is A-OK in my book. And then today they played Groove is in the Heart. I'm sold. There is no genre. There is no way to know what to expect. I might have even caught a country song, I'm not sure. It was a song I hadn't heard before, so maybe it was old rock or something because, you know, rock went through a very bluesy period and some of it can and does get played on the country stations. That probably should've been three sentences instead of one, but oh well you get the gist.

The End. For Now.

July 02, 2004

A little note on courtesy

OK, here's the deal. I thought this was common sense, but apparently many are clueless. Today, I was rolling along the freeway at about 12 mph. I let this huge white suburban onto the freeway in front of me. And miss "Navy Wife" proceeded to clean her windshield no less than 8 times. EIGHT! What do I care if she cleans her windshield? Because she's "cleaning" mine, too! After you've been driving behind a big fat dirty semi for 30 minutes, your windshield collects some dust. And when you get those little specks of water on your windshield, it just smears and makes a big old mess. I mean, how rude! And I can't clean mine without gettting the guy behind me! She's got to see me behind her with my windshield wipers on. Has she not ever had this happen to her? It just blows my mind that people don't think they're getting other cars when they clean their windshields. And EIGHT TIMES??? Is that really NECESSARY? So here's my point: If your windshield is dirty, clean it before you go. Or maybe, if it's not windy, at a stoplight. Just like everyone else doesn't want to hear your music, everyone else doesn't want you to clean their windshields. Are we clear? Oh man, it feels so good to vent. Thanks!

Oh! One more thing. When you're getting on the freeway...DON'T STOP! Especially when the entrance ramp is at the TOP OF A HILL! You will cause an accident! Involving many vehicles and causing much bloodshed! If you don't know how to get on the freeway, use the farkin access road. Seriously. If you need an alternate route, call me. I'm the queen of alternate routes. What am I saying? I'm queen of all routes. Booyah (in best Rufus voice). OK for real.

The End. For Now.

OK, that didn't turn out as expected....

Before we get to The Big Party, I have a wee little rant. I discovered yesterday that yet another radio station has been totally jacked. This time, it wasn't a Clear Channel station, though (I know, weird, huh?). This station was all the popular music. R&B, dance, rock, alternative. I have to say, I wasn't a die-hard fan, but they definitely got snaps for variety. I usually saw it as a radio station for the gen y set and whoever is younger than gen y. So anyway! Yesterday, I get in the car to go pick Gabi up from school and I get....Phil Collins? Huh? It was actually one of his pre-Disney songs, so I was only mildly confused. And then Billy Joel. That's when I knew something was up. Then I heard the station ID and instead of "Wild" it's "Jack FM." Apparently, this is some sort of syndicated station where they "play what they want." It's a strange variety. I listened most of the way to get Gabi to try and figure out the format. Right before I turned off the car when I got to the day care, they were playing "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang. When I got back in the car...Smashing Pumpkins. Let's see what's on now...U2. Sunday Bloody Sunday. I guess having a station that defies any sort of genre isn't an entirely bad thing. It's still weird. I mean, I think I'd be cool with this station if they hadn't yanked another perfectly fine station off the air. I just hate format changes. There's plenty of wavelength for everyone. Now it's the Rolling Stones. Whatever.

So on to the party! We finally got our stupid carpool situation figured out. We got there about 8:30 (the invites said 8). Birthday Boy didn't show up until about 10. And he was gone by midnight. I got a "thanks for coming" and one picture and he spent the rest of the night making out with his stupid girlfriend. I highly dislike her based on how much he seems to like her. Me? Jealous? Incredibly. So on to other things. Our bar got a new cute bartender. He asked about me. YESSSSSSSSSS. We had one brief conversation and there wasn't much I could say without feeling like a total dork seeing as I was dressed like a hooker. I mean, it's not like I could just start shootin the breeze about baseball or anything. And then who shows up? Megan! After telling us she wasn't going! I found that mildly irritating until I realized she had brought the one that TOIL made me get over and now I'm not over. Remember him? He needs a name. I hate using real names with those that I adore. TAFDU. The Aussie from Down Under. By the way, every time I think I'm totally over him and never thinking about him ever again, that damn Men at Work song shows up. Anyway! God, I hope no one from that bar ever gets this site. So apparently, Megan had told Brad (yes we are a bunch of 7th grade gossip-mongers) that I was only being nice to her to get to TAFDU. What the hell. I'm getting in trouble for basically doing nothing. So If I am talking to him and she is within 10 feet, that is certainly what's going on. Right? So now I feel like I can't go over there and speak with EITHER ONE OF THEM because of her paranoia. So I just hang out with Brad for a while and finally he goes over to talk to them and I don't feel as weird about it. That's the dumbest, lamest statement ever. So TAFDU proceeds to hit on me shamelessly all the while contending that he has never, nor is he now, hitting on me. Dude, whatever. When you say you miss someone's cleavage, that counts as hitting on them. Hey, I'm just sayin. So I guess with TOIL off the radar it wouldn't be such a bad idea to re-hook up with TAFDU. Right? I mean, yes, we hooked up after the party and all but does that mean we've crossed a threshold? What doth the future holdeth? I mean, we are definitely on different footing than when we hooked up before, if that makes a shred of sense. Before: purely hedonistic. Acquaintances. Now: I'd say we're friends capable of enjoying each others' company with our clothes on. I did spill my guts that I actually liked him for reasons other than the er...hooking up. I'd love to tell you how he took it, but I'm not even sure he knows. I would write it off that he had been drinking so he won't remember, but he remembers everything. I'll probably see him tonight and we'll see how it goes. I really didn't expect to hook up with him. I didn't even expect him to be there. But he was. And I did. And now I'm wondering what's next. I shouldn't overanalyze or fret. We all know that he's not.

Anyway! A MASSIVE shout out to The Sevi! He sent me a whole boxload of Mike Modano stuff. Rrowr! It was very sweet and I am totally stoked. I have my USA Hockey Mike Modano bobblehead on my monitor as I type. If I can ever figure out how to put a picture in one of these things, I'll do it. Thanks for all the stuff, Sevi! You're a gem!

The End. For Now.

 
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