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|Monday, June 16th, 2008|
|Wednesday, June 11th, 2008|
|It's just one of those days...
Where you don't want to wake up. Every thing's fucked up and everybody sucks.
Normally I try to avoid quoting Fred Durst, but it really does apply. It's been a rotten day. The kind where people are mean, co-workers who blatantly break the rules not only don't get penalized but get rewarded at your expense, things hurt that you didn't even know you had, and the work day is absolutely INTERMINABLE. I prefer to avoid bitching and whining, especially because there's nothing that can be done except bite down on the leather strap and take it, but sometimes I just have to vent.
Vent, vent, vent. Vent. Ventity ventity vent.
|Tuesday, June 10th, 2008|
|I know I've been posting about weird things lately...
... but this has to be mentioned.. I saw one of these
at the store the other day at the store. These little buggers have a lot of benefits, but parking brakes are evidently not one of them. The one I saw had a block of wood under the front tire, probably to keep it from putt-putt-putting away in terror of the Goliath-like Mini Cooper parked next to it.
|Water Bottle of the Apocolypse!!!
Have you ever seen a water bottle do its best to kill a man? I have. Now it's a cheaply made inanimate object, so it's not going to get very far, but it did seem to be making its best effort.
Our company provided us with a "gift" in the form of an aluminum water bottle (or as the flyer with it says, "aluminum bottle drinkware"). It says specifically for uses with hot or cold liquid; this is important later. So my supervisor and i were chatting and he was fidgeting with the bottle a little, having just taken it out of the box. He pulled the lid off and noticed that there was a little dust in it. No big deal. He held it well away from his face, and blew into it. A flake of something shot out of the bottle and straight into his eye like a guided missile, seemingly in defiance of several laws of physics. The poor guy spends the next half hour or so trying to get it out and eventually has to have someone pull his eyelid down and scrape it out. So, not being a stupid person, he decides that perhaps blowing into it a second time is not a great idea, so he goes to rinse it out in the cafeteria. He has something he wants to talk to me about so he invites me to join him; I do. When we get to the cafeteria he pours some hot water into the bottle, at which time the aluminum bottle starts to conduct the heat and nearly burns the poor man's hand to ashes. Foolishly, we had assumed that since it said it was for hot or cold beverages, it was insulated so as not to cause HIDEOUS PERSONAL INJURY. Silly us. So he quickly pours the hot water back out and we are both immediately overwhelmed by the horrible smell coming out of the bottle, redolent of an overheated car engine. I tell him his water bottle needs an oil change.
To add to the hilariousness of this situation, it has a little strap and a cheap caribiner attached so that you can blind, scorch or nauseate yourself on the go.
Ask not for whom the bottle smells; it smells for THEE. The end is nigh.
|Monday, June 9th, 2008|
Myspace has ads for Nestea all over it, and says"throw your inner superstar a tea party." I have several thoughts on this.
1. I'm pretty sure I don't have any kind of superstar.
2. I'm a Leo. If I had a superstar, it wouldn't be "inner." It would be jumping all over the place in a bright green jumpsuit, holding sparklers, waving its arms and screaming "LOOK AT ME!! I'M A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS!!! SUPERSTAR, RIGHT HERE!"
3. Furthermore, again assuming that I had a superstar, I doubt it would be proper enough to want a tea party, unless it was protestant and subversive like the Boston variety. It would probably want a couple pitchers of beer or a few Irish Car Bombs or something and some AC/DC to dance on tables to.
4. Nestea bears about the same resemblance to actual tea as my left shoe. So IF I had a superstar, and IF it were inner, and IF I threw it a tea party, I WOULD NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES serve Nestea at said tea party.
This is why I prefer LJ. Myspace is alright, but it's got its priorities all jacked up.
|Good for me, bad for some....
So yesterday was another false alarm for morningdozer
, which sucks for them lots. I really feel for them because I'm sure it must seem like their whole life is on hold right now and they don't know what's happening with their baby.
On an entirely selfish note, however, it turned out well for me that I stayed home. My mom called and told me to go down to the parking lot to meet my brother in law and my nephew! I haven't seen either of them in over five years so it was very exciting for me! John is not doing so well; he's actually got a pump that gives him morphine whenever he needs it. Evidently the hepatitis is really getting to him. Shane (the nephew) however is doing really well.... little punk is taller than me, at the age of 13! It's a litlte odd because I'm used to being the tallest in the family, but his doctor thinks he might get to 6'6'' or more. And considering that he's already 5'10'', I tend to agree! The boy has inherited the family feet though: flat and with pretty major bunions. The poor kid wants to do sports and he's facing a similar surgery to the one I went through a couple years ago. I had to be honest with him, and tell him that frankly, my bunion grew back and it wasn't really worth it in the long run, especially in winter when the cold hits that damned metal pin in my foot. That hurts considerably more than the original problem ever did before it was "fixed." But he's a fine looking boy, and I was REALLY excited to see him after all this time.
|Saturday, June 7th, 2008|
|Friday, June 6th, 2008|
|Surreal moment for the day
As we entered the birth center, morningdozer
and I passed two tables of freaky As Seen on TV items on sale for a benefit of some kind. We had to stop just past them so morningdozer
could have a contraction, and just as we did, someone set off a dancing chicken that played (yup you guessed it) the Chicken Dance. It was... odd.
|Thursday, June 5th, 2008|
They are making a sequel to Donnie Darko, called S. Darko. It's not directed by Richard Kelly, and features almost none of the original cast. I grow more and more indignant every time I learn something new about it. The plot, supposedly, is that the younger sister Samantha feels insignificant and lost among her family after the events of the first movie. Well, she goes on a road trip across country with her best friend and after seeing a meteorite crash into the earth, starts having strange visions (of a guy in a scary looking bunny suit ) that eventually compel her to save the world and possibly herself.
Hmmm... that sounds oddly familiar... I wonder why? Oh right. IT'S THE SAME FUCKING PLOT AS THE ORIGINAL MOVIE. The order of events is slightly different, but the basic idea is the SAME right down to the impetus: the crash. The only difference is that the FIRST TIME it was original and brilliant and fascinating with a wicked cast of (technically) b-list actors who crafted one of the finest and most interesting movies of the... ever. The second time around, it's called "copying" and if the new director were in film school he'd get sent to the film school principle's office for cheating
Now I admit that I am being grossly unfair. It might actually be good, and the movie is still in production so the info on the plotline could be quite off. I don't know. But there's something irritatingly ironic about someone taking this completely original idea and doing something completely and utterly unoriginal with it. Furthermore, including Frank just seems like a cheap ploy to include the most memorable visual of the movie in the crappy ass sequel.
Deleva is displeased, and is unsure whether or not she will be open minded enough to give this one a chance. She is also concerned that her ire has driven her to write in third person.
So the phrase "Speak of the Devil and he appears".... Anyone know where that came from? Because I was thinking... a lot of phrases like that come from literal occurences. But one can probably safely assume that there wasn't just some guy who went "Hey what about that Satan, huh?" and *POOF*
, things got all red and pitchforky. I don't know, maybe it did. How do I know? I don't even believe in the guy... But still. Makes you wonder doesn't it? Or maybe it all just stems from crazy superstitions.
Or maybe I overthink things. Nah, that's not it... :)
|Wednesday, June 4th, 2008|
A friend of mine at work mentioned the Canadian national anthem the other day and it's been stuck in my head ever since. And the sad thing? I know all the words. I watch a lot of freaking hockey.
|Tuesday, May 27th, 2008|
So I now have a nice short answer for whenever someone asks me to describe my personality: Ever seen The Secret of NIMH? Yeah. I'm Jeremy.
Somewhat socially inept.
Easily distracted by bright shiny objects.
Plays around with yarn and string a lot.
But basically good at heart and always trying to help.
Hey everyone! I've set up a new LJ profile to put up some of my writing, so if you notice a weird person friending you, that's me, writerdragon
. I'm probably going to add most of my regular friends to the writerdragon profile. If you don't want me to, just let me know and I won't.
Please don't feel obligated to read the stuff I post. That wasn't my intent in doing this. However, if you feel compelled, I welcome any constructive feedback or criticism, and I hope you enjoy what you read (if you read). :)
|Friday, May 23rd, 2008|
|Thursday, May 15th, 2008|
|Calling all stalker songs...
I'm putting together a list of stalker songs. I think I've covered all the commonly accepted classics like Possession by Sarah M., Every Breath You Take, and Hello, but I'm looking for some that might have gotten overlooked or that I don't know about. Show 'em if you got 'em!
1. Every time Death Cab For Cutie puts out a new cd, I think "They'd be hard put to make one better than the last one!" And I'm always wrong, on both counts. Not only is the new cd better than the last, they make it look easy, not hard put at all. Talented, contrary bastards.... :)
2. Have you ever seen that commercial for the Jewelry Exchange? The one where at the end, they give you a camera shot of the whole staff waving their hands from the elbows like robots, and you can just hear the director saying, "I have a vision... think metronome, people!" I feel like that today, like if you put a camera inside my head, you'd just see me there staring blankly at the lens with an empty smile on my face, waving like an automaton, thinking (if anything) metronome.
|Monday, May 12th, 2008|
I keep hearing a weird, abnormally high pitched howling sound. I'm trying to catch it by turning down the tv, but it stops as soon as I do. It's very odd, and I have only one theory: an infestation of chupacabra (chupacabras? chupacabri? Or as they would say on The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy
|Sunday, May 11th, 2008|
When I was 15 I became Aunt Dee, when my sister had her first child. Even then I thought I was a bit young to be an auntie.
Well, in November, I'm going to become Great Aunt Dee. My sister's middle child is, at the age of 14, pregnant. *sigh*