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The one where my life was delivered in many boxes

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

I was doing what I normally do these days: watching TV and reading the Internet while still wearing my pajamas at 1 PM. Not working, has its moments. But also, sort of bored. You can only do this so many days in a row before a depression sets in. Really.

So back to the thing, I was surfing the Internet and reading the smack people write about famous people, and came across a picture of Alyson Hannigan and I had to stare at it for like five minutes before I could place the face I was currently viewing and match it to that cute and funny girl in American Pie. This is more than maturing, this has the air of scalpel and stitches (maybe a new set of cheeks?). Doing what I do, I decided to google the actress and the act, and I found a site devoted to commenting about EVERYTHING that was in the life and times of this woman. (Turns out A) that there are rumours about possible surgical intervention and B)I now feel dirty having read that site cause people are crazy yo.)

You know I love me some crazy commenters. I was just so filled with joy reading these comments. My amazement never ceases at the lengths people will go to defend their favorite famous person.

It’s the little things that go so far when you’re wearing your pajamas at 1 PM.

About: Press Play

Diddy (aka P.Diddy, Puffy, Puff Daddy,Sean Coombs) has a new album out and but for a single change, I think I would really like it. If there was some way to take off every annoying woooooo, yeah, uhhhh, and any other evidence that Diddy was on the album, OFF the album, that would be one great album.

I think my work here is done.

And remember children, no matter how talentless you are, if you have the money, you too can be a star.

Good deeds and coffee

Monday, October 30, 2006

So there is this weird bogus trackback on my previous post. I decided that I needed to do some blog cleaning. Calling up a list of comments and trackbacks I came across a blog that stole an entire post. I conferred with Bruce who suspects that they yanked the post to attract bots. I am not sure why someone would want to attract bots or whatever, but I am torn between being annoyed and touched. I hate the fact that my post is posted somewhere else without citation or mention of me, but it’s nice to know that people steal my shit because it’s good enough to attract spam. YEAH ME!

On my way to ban them and change the post.

What I Learned Today: Admitted

So this weekend I had approximately three servings of Indian food. And today, I seem to be expunging the odor of..what is that curry? Like when you eat too much garlic or vodka and you can feel it coming out of your pores.

This is where I admit that while using public transportation in certain cities I noticed a certain aroma. Often attributed to persons of a certain ethnic origin and their lack of bathing and the fact that these persons may have been over dressed for the weather (puffy jackets in May).

This is where I admit that I often wore a scarf that smelled like my perfume du jour to protect my olfactory senses from being assaulted.

This is where I admit that I have had co-workers that were taken aside and quietly told about certain American customs and the need for regular bathing.

So, now that I’ve just stated all that stuff, here’s the thing, when you eat curry based food more than once a week you are going to smell like curry no matter the number of showers you take. I know this because I’ve already showered once today and the smell emanating from my body is making me nauseous.

Note to self:

Thursday, October 26, 2006

When wearing a thong, stop trying to pick your underwear out of your ass crack.

All About the Benjamins

Monday, October 23, 2006

Bruce and I have been wrangling the living together thing. We are doing very well. We compliment each other in many ways, mostly he calls me pretty and I call him smart. We are so complimentary.

The one thing that has come to light is the fact that I never have cash on me. I have my card that pulls directly from my checking account and a little bit of credit available. I have long been lectured regarding the need for cash on had at all times. My parents would lament the fact that I would be driving cross-state and have no cash for gas or tolls. Little known fact: you can write a check for the Mass Pike tolls and you can be billed for the Rhode Island- Newport Bridge toll.

I have charged $1.49 for a soda (remember the Dr. Pepper from Sunday?) and $.64 for two stamps. I’m not proud.

I resolved that I will start carrying $40 with me at all times. Eventually I will make good on that resolution, but I still am left wondering, why, after all this time, and all the endless lectures, do I still have such a strong reaction toward carrying a little cash?

Some Girl and Bruce: The Case of the Migratory Hickups

Sunday, October 22, 2006

This afternoon Bruce and I set out for our errands. As we left the building, Bruce came down with a case of the hiccups. After lunch we moved onto some buying in bulk at one of those places where you buy 12,321,988 rolls of toilet paper for $50.99. We were reasonable in our purchases and avoided the bulk of the bulk. I did manage to walk out with a ginourmous bottle of Grey Goose and a new art easel.

We moved on to an art supply place and then a toy store. I wandered about with Bruce who was ogling things with whistles and bells. I finally wandered to the front and waited for Bruce to finish with his drooling. I bought a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper. Almost immediately I regretted the soda, dang case of hiccups.

Bruce and I left and I was laughing at how cruel life is as I totally mocked Bruce earlier for his hiccups. Bruce laughed mightily. And then he took a sip of the soda. Mind you I warned him, however, he was bold. And he ended up with the hiccups.

The evening moved along and we sat down to dinner. I looked at the end of the Dr. Pepper and decided to opt for a Sprite. Perhaps not my best decision as I regained the case of the hiccups. Bruce had a giggle, but I didn’t mind.

Especially as Bruce just wandered in to the living room. Guess who has the hiccups now.

Too much time: Flavor of Love

Thursday, October 19, 2006

I try try try to not judge people, after all I watched 40 minutes of this show to see how it ends. I was a fickle fan and mostly caught the show on the flight to San Francisco on Monday. Jet Blue’s in-flight entertainment was a saving grace considering we had to stop in Salt Lake City to refuel due to some overzealous headwinds.

Having sat through four hours of episodes, the four leading up to the finale, I was invested enough to want to know how it all ended (I always read the last page of a book to determine if I want to read the entire thing).

But then I became impatient and the Internet at my finger tips and in my lap meant that as I was watching the finale, I googled the show name and found the following exchange on the message boards.

There seems to be a bit of a thing between some of the regular commenters. Apparently the Cherylesmith007 character was a staunch defender of one of the girls. The rest of the community ganged up on her and started a thread bashing her (hello moderators?). Cheryl found this to be the perfect platform to express why everyone else were just sad haters. I kind of love that she ended up hijacking the thread talking about how she hijacks shit.  She directly commented back toward one of the ring leaders:

Mimi…now did I not tell you…that you are a gossiper! It is so obvious that you do not have one intelligent thing to say, in that tiny minute brain. You truly remind me of “one” dumb ghetto hoochie!!! Deelishes is one of the most beautiful woman on this earth(you feel me)...and as a woman I can admit it. What I tell you…don’t hate…CONGRATULATE! COME ON…

Mimi decided to go in for the kill with evidence as to just how very intelligent she is. I just couldn’t stop laughing at the first comment. She was so proud of their ability quote Shakespeare, too bad it went so terribly wrong. So very very very wrong.

I believe Baz said it best…

I did something unusual today. Well, not unusual for me, but unusual for where I now live.

I went for a walk.

Starbucks was calling and we needed veggies for dinner. I figured that walking would be a breeze. Well except for the crazed Californian drivers that are under the impression that pedestrians are just moving targets. I am so comfortable with city drivers where I know that the top speed is limited by the traffic and next red light. I have no idea how to walk where cars are allowed to roam freely and reach speeds above 15 miles per hour.

Surviving the walk was not what I wanted to tell you. What I am here to tell you is that I am almost a redneck. I don’t mean in the figurative cultural way, I mean in the literal, I burned my neck way. I am from the Northeast where October is a season of scarves and gloves, not SPF 15. Heck, even in the summer I don’t use SPF anything. One of the few advantages to being a darkie is that I get to opt out of the SPF.

On my walk I could feel the sun, because it was like 80 degrees, burning my neck. I have the distinct line of my shirt across my neck. Guess I am going to have to take the imortal advice to always wear sunscreen.

I’m the new San Francisco Treat

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

So I’m back. Or rather, I’m here. In the new digs across America. Lots of unpacking to do of course and that is just the stuff I managed to fit into my suitcases for the flight. All the rest is in boxes and are slowly making their way to California.

I’m at a bit of loose ends right now, but I have to get my life together and start looking for jobs. Making an effort seems like an awful lot of effort right now.

Also, there was a post I was working on and I am pretty sure I saved a draft, but now it’s nowhere to be found. One day it will auto-post itself and then I will find it again.

There were some comments on some of my older posts that I will answer, but for now, I am going to go lay down on the floor. I am done with the whole sitting up thing.

Reason number 2409738578: Why people don’t take my word for it.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Bruce and I vaulted out of bed this morning in preparation for a 6:30 AM drive to the airport for my 9:00 AM flight. Bruce checked the internet to confirm my flight. Turns out my 9 AM flight is really a 10:15 AM flight (and has always been a 10:15 flight). So now, here we are showered, dressed, made-up and ready to go…

dang.

By the time you read this I will be not here

Friday, October 06, 2006

I had a post, the stupid Internet broke. Stupid Logan. I am getting on a plane soon and now I am so pissy.

Will post again when I get Internet access.

In process of moving, so I don’t know

She said she liked it better than Pirates of Penzance.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

When I received the comment from Rhys, I almost peed my pants. This is a woman who writes about her life, her family and other stuff in such a way as to make me want to be Southern and just a touch redneck.

What’s that, now there are two comments! If I weren’t at work (PS. this is my last day at work, I move in a week to a land far far away) I would strip down and do a happy dance. No I wouldn’t. Well, maybe I would.

Seriously, a secret blog crush just commented on my blog. Oh, I guess that’s not so much a secret. Don’t worry, I won’t be attacking your loved ones with bees.

dear douchebag

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

to the porn site that just spammed the hell out of me, you’ve been deleted en masse, yes all 24 comments, and banned

fuck you

you’re not even worth capitalization

Frammentare

Sunday, October 01, 2006

She’s got stones in her pocket

She the type of girl who makes a guy with sisters go crazy

She was born to make life smooth

Light, motes, and air filter through a screen

She wants people to like her

She’s got stones in her pockets and flowers in her hair

Protect and serve

Tarnished halos of Sisyphean weight, to hell with societal rights and wrongs

She needs to stop looking for something that isn’t there

She needs to feel better

She’s got stones in her pockets and flowers in her hair and thought of the yesterdays for sustenance