Well, not the "being outside" part. That's why I live in a city.
I like that no matter what you do or do not believe, nature exists. The weather impacts everyone. It's a very touching sentiment.
I love nature when I get to hear news stories about it taking back land from civilization. It reminds me of a passage in "Gone With the Wind" where Scarlet realizes that it takes work to keep the pine trees from taking back the land, that nature was there first and can be there last.
There is a city in India that's being overrun with monkeys. I find this hilarious. They know how to use faucets and doorknobs. And they are being described as terrorizing the city of Dehli, mostly because they killed the deputy mayor. Damn.
Well, we may be able to blame overdevelopment. The monkeys are just going back to where they came from. It was theirs first. How mad can you get at adorable primates acting like people, then immediately reminding us that they're not people by flinging poo?
Not very, I say.
So whatever various god you worship, or no god at all, you can have faith that nature and the weather. The earth in general is doing its thing and shutting us down when we get too uppity. Like hurricanes, and fires, and other horrible things it needs to do to recover from all the stuff we do.
So go nature! Show the world who's REALLY boss around here.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Are Addictions Contagious?
I don't really drink coffee. Drinking coffee is too casual a phrase to describe my relationship with this, my favorite beverage. Our love started in 12 grade, right after I got my license, and learned to take that f*cking horrible left turn into Dunkin, then the next horrible f*cking left back onto Grove. (these details have nothing to do with anything, i'm just reminiscing).
Since then, coffee, mostly iced coffee, has felt more like the cigarettes i'm addicted to as opposed to the tea than i enjoy. Every day I love it, I need it, I get headaches and pissed off without it. In college I had an illegal 4 cup in my dorm room that got me through the time. When I moved into the city I developed this strange 6th sense (I'll call it smision, with points if you get the joke) that could alert me to every caffeine dealer in my immediate area. Within 50 feet of my desk there are 5 places that serve coffee, 4 in my building. Extend that to 75 feet, the number jumps exponentially (about 150, as far as I can tell).
I often look at the menu board at Starbucks and hope against hope to see some kind of trans-dermal patch or straight IV drip. I have a fake ad for "Caffiderm", a fake trans-dermal patch, on the back of my door. It either boosts my spirits or taunts me most days.
So this morning, I did the usual cleaning and coffee drinking just like every Saturday. I left my coffee on my desk and went to put something in the kitchen. (I need to mention here that I have a cat, she's a huge black shorthair cat with a white spot on her chest. Goes by Sadie, but I digress.) When I return from the kitchen, she's sitting on my desk, sniffing at my coffee. A moment later, she starts lapping at it. I can't drink it now, I know where that mouth has been.
Enjoy that coffee, cat.
MY f*cking coffee.
What a bitch.
Since then, coffee, mostly iced coffee, has felt more like the cigarettes i'm addicted to as opposed to the tea than i enjoy. Every day I love it, I need it, I get headaches and pissed off without it. In college I had an illegal 4 cup in my dorm room that got me through the time. When I moved into the city I developed this strange 6th sense (I'll call it smision, with points if you get the joke) that could alert me to every caffeine dealer in my immediate area. Within 50 feet of my desk there are 5 places that serve coffee, 4 in my building. Extend that to 75 feet, the number jumps exponentially (about 150, as far as I can tell).
I often look at the menu board at Starbucks and hope against hope to see some kind of trans-dermal patch or straight IV drip. I have a fake ad for "Caffiderm", a fake trans-dermal patch, on the back of my door. It either boosts my spirits or taunts me most days.
So this morning, I did the usual cleaning and coffee drinking just like every Saturday. I left my coffee on my desk and went to put something in the kitchen. (I need to mention here that I have a cat, she's a huge black shorthair cat with a white spot on her chest. Goes by Sadie, but I digress.) When I return from the kitchen, she's sitting on my desk, sniffing at my coffee. A moment later, she starts lapping at it. I can't drink it now, I know where that mouth has been.
Enjoy that coffee, cat.
MY f*cking coffee.
What a bitch.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I'm lazy and I never update...
...mostly because my brilliant thoughts are so fleeting.
This time of year I find myself not really wearing outfits, and more just piling on layers of clothes. I have socks, tights, pants, a skirt, 2 tops and a cardigan on. I can only assume that they match and look reasonably appropriate for work. But if they don't (and aren't), screw it, it's f*ing cold out.
Here's some links i found on stumble, just because:
Online Books, Poems, Short Stories - Read Print
SatireWire | Australia Gets Drunk, Wakes Up in North Atlantic
The Dialectizer
MILITANTPLATYPUS » Blog Archive » The disturbing lives of fruits and vegetables
This time of year I find myself not really wearing outfits, and more just piling on layers of clothes. I have socks, tights, pants, a skirt, 2 tops and a cardigan on. I can only assume that they match and look reasonably appropriate for work. But if they don't (and aren't), screw it, it's f*ing cold out.
Here's some links i found on stumble, just because:
Online Books, Poems, Short Stories - Read Print
SatireWire | Australia Gets Drunk, Wakes Up in North Atlantic
The Dialectizer
MILITANTPLATYPUS » Blog Archive » The disturbing lives of fruits and vegetables
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Words are Awesome
This is so amazing, for each word you get right they donate 10 grains of rice to the UN World Food Program.
I love words, they're my favorite.
I love words, they're my favorite.
UMASS Zombie Battle
My sister called me the other night to let me know about a huge game of tag going on at UMass Amherst. I asked her to write it up so I could blatantly plagiarize it here.
Thanks Mel!
From my awesome, awesome (did i mention she's awesome?) sister:
"I did not carry a camera around campus. I should have brought one to the DC (cafeteria) however. At the entrance were a band of fifteen humans. Then as I was leaving, I saw a zombie attack a human. He was screaming "brains, give me brains" as he tagged his victim. Humans and zombies alike do not confidently enter my dorm. They scope out the lobby through the windows first then enter slowly as they check their back. Some humans carry NERF guns (like the one I got you). You can tell they are a human by the armband. Zombies wear headbands. If you're a zombie and you don't get human flesh in 48 hours, you die. I don't know how anyone wins though. I guess you just survive. The rumor is that 1000 kids are playing. I promise to get pictures tomorrow."
During a zombie attack, all you can do is try to survive, Melissa.
Thanks Mel!
From my awesome, awesome (did i mention she's awesome?) sister:
"I did not carry a camera around campus. I should have brought one to the DC (cafeteria) however. At the entrance were a band of fifteen humans. Then as I was leaving, I saw a zombie attack a human. He was screaming "brains, give me brains" as he tagged his victim. Humans and zombies alike do not confidently enter my dorm. They scope out the lobby through the windows first then enter slowly as they check their back. Some humans carry NERF guns (like the one I got you). You can tell they are a human by the armband. Zombies wear headbands. If you're a zombie and you don't get human flesh in 48 hours, you die. I don't know how anyone wins though. I guess you just survive. The rumor is that 1000 kids are playing. I promise to get pictures tomorrow."
During a zombie attack, all you can do is try to survive, Melissa.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Something that caught my eye
Crew wins deadly pirate battle off Somalia
That is the first thing I saw on CNN.comNot only does it mention pirates, it's kinda vague.
What crew? Was it warring pirates? Was it pirate hunters?
Could it have been ninjas....?
Monday, October 29, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Best Mental Picture Ever
"They call it “Disney On Ice” because they put skates on Disney’s cryogenic chamber and roll his artificially preserved corpse around an ice rink for the public’s amusement."
From The A.V. Club
From The A.V. Club
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Job Job
Part of my job is to order supplies for the office.
(it's not supposed to be, it's supposed to be just my department, but that's neither here nor there)
Today someone ordered a color of paper known as (and in the catalog as) "Lick-Off Lemon"
Does that strike anyone else as odd?
(it's not supposed to be, it's supposed to be just my department, but that's neither here nor there)
Today someone ordered a color of paper known as (and in the catalog as) "Lick-Off Lemon"
Does that strike anyone else as odd?
Thursday, October 18, 2007
We have vastly underestimated elepants...
....and will pay dearly.
Oh, what the hell, why not post the first video that pops up when I google "amazing elephant"?
Oh, what the hell, why not post the first video that pops up when I google "amazing elephant"?
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Well, I still like him better than the new one...
You know, if I was the Pope and I got that sweet, sweet, ultra-heaven post-life deluxe tour package (cost: total devotion to catholicism and no sex ever), i'd totally show up in the most random places and fuck with people.
I still like him waaaaay better than this guy:
Pictured with his oldest brother.
(personal to melissa: the guy on the right is the bad guy from star wars)
Thursday, October 04, 2007
I don't deserve to hold the remote
I was flipping through the channels the other night and I happened to stop on Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. Now, my watching him does require some explanation:
1.) I was kinda not sober
2.)It featured one of my most favorite things in the world, footage of things being mass produced.
I stop on this and it's him, the mailman, and a video letter of matchbox cars being made. The footage is from so long ago that the machines they're using have long since been replaced by robots. And there are people working on the line, I assume that by this point they've either been replaced by (or turned into) robots.
As the footage is playing, Mr Rogers (sounding like a bad Jack Nicholson impression, how did I never notice that?) and the mailman are talking about the toys. Mr. Rogers focusing on the kids who'll be playing with them, and the mailman showing off a really weird amount of knowledge about how exactly these things are made. All with soft piano jazz in the background.
I now realize the only thing I like better than watching things be mass-produced is watching things be mass produced with light jazz and gentle narration aimed at small children in the background.
Oh, and he picks up all of his toys at the end of the show. I respect that.
1.) I was kinda not sober
2.)It featured one of my most favorite things in the world, footage of things being mass produced.
I stop on this and it's him, the mailman, and a video letter of matchbox cars being made. The footage is from so long ago that the machines they're using have long since been replaced by robots. And there are people working on the line, I assume that by this point they've either been replaced by (or turned into) robots.
As the footage is playing, Mr Rogers (sounding like a bad Jack Nicholson impression, how did I never notice that?) and the mailman are talking about the toys. Mr. Rogers focusing on the kids who'll be playing with them, and the mailman showing off a really weird amount of knowledge about how exactly these things are made. All with soft piano jazz in the background.
I now realize the only thing I like better than watching things be mass-produced is watching things be mass produced with light jazz and gentle narration aimed at small children in the background.
Oh, and he picks up all of his toys at the end of the show. I respect that.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I have the worst taste.
I've been getting really into those terrible Lifetime movies.
You know the ones, they all pretty much have the same plot:
Woman gets abused
Woman gets help
Woman gets revenge
Woman gets better
Simple, huh?
But I seem to only catch them after the abuse and the intervention parts, so I just see some lady going nuts on her ex. It's pretty awesome.
You know the ones, they all pretty much have the same plot:
Woman gets abused
Woman gets help
Woman gets revenge
Woman gets better
Simple, huh?
But I seem to only catch them after the abuse and the intervention parts, so I just see some lady going nuts on her ex. It's pretty awesome.
Monday, September 24, 2007
I think they're trying to hide something from us...
Recently, there was a steam pipe explosion just across and a little down the street from my work. Of course there's all this uproar about asbestos and the fact that the company contracted to clean up the cancer-causing agent wasn't licensed to do such a thing.
I walk by the site every morning on my way to work, and it's gone through stages of containment. First tubes and guys in masks, to sheets of plastic with guys in suits, and now it's all blocked off with thick, opaque plastic.
So this is my message to the City of Boston:
We know about the "contamination" as you call it. We're a much more open-minded and savvy group of citizens than the previous generations. We know that the "explosion" was really zombies breaking out of the subway tunnels to feast on the rich, delicious brains of workers in the Financial District and shoppers of Downtown Crossing. You can tell us about the zombie outbreak, we'll be okay.
As much as we appreciate your quick response and containment, I really think that there's a public benefit to being honest with us. What happens if one gets loose (and don't tell me it can't happen...) and the masses are unprepared? Chaos, that's what.
I propose that you alert the surrounding office buildings as to the threat, so they can prepare themselves accordingly, like with fire drills. I've already identified items in my office that, with only the slightest modification, can be used in the case of an outbreak. Others should be given the same notice and chance for survival.
Why deny your citizens the opportunity to rally, organize and join together in a battle against the undead? I believe the survivors of the fight would emerge creating a stronger, more cohesive population for the city. After the initial massive cleanup, of course.
Well, that and I really think the blade taken off of the paper cutter would be SO badass when fighting zombies, and it's much more fun than actual work.
I walk by the site every morning on my way to work, and it's gone through stages of containment. First tubes and guys in masks, to sheets of plastic with guys in suits, and now it's all blocked off with thick, opaque plastic.
So this is my message to the City of Boston:
We know about the "contamination" as you call it. We're a much more open-minded and savvy group of citizens than the previous generations. We know that the "explosion" was really zombies breaking out of the subway tunnels to feast on the rich, delicious brains of workers in the Financial District and shoppers of Downtown Crossing. You can tell us about the zombie outbreak, we'll be okay.
As much as we appreciate your quick response and containment, I really think that there's a public benefit to being honest with us. What happens if one gets loose (and don't tell me it can't happen...) and the masses are unprepared? Chaos, that's what.
I propose that you alert the surrounding office buildings as to the threat, so they can prepare themselves accordingly, like with fire drills. I've already identified items in my office that, with only the slightest modification, can be used in the case of an outbreak. Others should be given the same notice and chance for survival.
Why deny your citizens the opportunity to rally, organize and join together in a battle against the undead? I believe the survivors of the fight would emerge creating a stronger, more cohesive population for the city. After the initial massive cleanup, of course.
Well, that and I really think the blade taken off of the paper cutter would be SO badass when fighting zombies, and it's much more fun than actual work.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thanks Robert!
pentium3at600 (4:16:57 PM) : anyway, tell more girls i'm awesome
superppeach (4:17:28 PM) : sure, once you get this "i have yellow fever" tag off of me
superppeach (4:17:46 PM) : asian guys have been hitting on me at an alarming rate
pentium3at600 (4:20:03 PM) : they must read my blog: www.stefalikeswhorientals.com
superppeach (4:20:17 PM) : whorientals?
superppeach (4:20:18 PM) : what?
pentium3at600 (4:20:32 PM) : a term i coined for promiscuous asians
superppeach (4:21:12 PM) : i like it
I love words
Like this one:
Kakistocracy
kak·is·toc·ra·cy: government by the worst persons; a form of government in which the worst persons are in power.
words are so awesome.
Kakistocracy
kak·is·toc·ra·cy: government by the worst persons; a form of government in which the worst persons are in power.
words are so awesome.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Savage Love
Due to my soul-crushing boredom at work, i've been reading all of the Savage Love archives, so i think i may start to take quotes i like and post them here.
If i remember or care to, of course.
So here we go...
On the "sensitive, deep, understanding" hot guys:
"You can look like Keanu Reeves, dress like Puff Daddy, and smell like a bar of chocolate melting in Brad Pitt's ass crack, but if sitting still for endless conversations about just how deep and artsy and sensitive you are is the price of admission, well, not a lot of women are gonna stick around long enough to ride your ride."
http://thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=6618
If i remember or care to, of course.
So here we go...
On the "sensitive, deep, understanding" hot guys:
"You can look like Keanu Reeves, dress like Puff Daddy, and smell like a bar of chocolate melting in Brad Pitt's ass crack, but if sitting still for endless conversations about just how deep and artsy and sensitive you are is the price of admission, well, not a lot of women are gonna stick around long enough to ride your ride."
http://thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=6618
Because Melissa Told Me To Post More
this morning when going through the revolving doors at my work, i saw this older guy exiting as i was going in. he had apparently decided that since i was pushing the door, he could hop through it, arms at his sides.
yes, hop, like two feet jumping at the same time. i thought that was so awesome for some reason.
yes, hop, like two feet jumping at the same time. i thought that was so awesome for some reason.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Turning down the music and putting down the book
I've been paying more attention to the immediate world around me instead of ignoring it, it's fun.
So far i've noted:
-2 squirrels circling each other, then jumping at each other, then running off in opposite directions
-4 pigeons fighting furiously for 1 piece of popcorn, ignoring the unclaimed pile of it near them
-3 crazy guys in a 1 block radius screaming about Jesus
-a old guy air-conducting to the classical music blasting on his iPod on the train
-The channel 5 traffic guy has a mustache that would have been the envy of the entire porn industry if this was 1974
So far i've noted:
-2 squirrels circling each other, then jumping at each other, then running off in opposite directions
-4 pigeons fighting furiously for 1 piece of popcorn, ignoring the unclaimed pile of it near them
-3 crazy guys in a 1 block radius screaming about Jesus
-a old guy air-conducting to the classical music blasting on his iPod on the train
-The channel 5 traffic guy has a mustache that would have been the envy of the entire porn industry if this was 1974
Friday, August 10, 2007
Every 28 goddamn days.
As much as I enjoy being single and doin' all that fun single girl stuff, it's days like this that make me really wish i was in a relationship. Not for all that emotional crap, but someone to bring me diet coke and chocolate ice cream and rub my feet and listen to me bitch about my ovaries. Is that so much to ask?
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
It's time we pretend that we're growing up.
I'm turning 23 on Sunday, so I decided to throw a cocktail party Saturday night. I decided to do this specifically so i could wear an expensive dress that i bought for no reason 'cept that it was pretty. So I get to make all of my friends get dressed up and pretend that we're adults for a night.
Maybe I'll put CNN on in the background and have NPR as the music for the night...
But I'm really going to loop the Strangers With Candy dance compilation and make people bring mix cd's.
And now my favorite picture from a party:
From the annual street party the monastery by my work throws.
Maybe I'll put CNN on in the background and have NPR as the music for the night...
But I'm really going to loop the Strangers With Candy dance compilation and make people bring mix cd's.
And now my favorite picture from a party:
From the annual street party the monastery by my work throws.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Harry Potter and the Heaviest Hardcover Book Ever
Will you (meaning everyone) losers finish the book so I can finally talk about it? I have never before felt like high-fiving a character in a book, and I need to express that to someone.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Positive thoughts to get me through the day.
Thursday: Cantab
Friday: Brian's 21st!
Saturday: Nikko's grand Boston adventure
Sunday: Recover
This is gonna be awesome!
Friday: Brian's 21st!
Saturday: Nikko's grand Boston adventure
Sunday: Recover
This is gonna be awesome!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Maybe force was the wrong way to go about things...
It's only Wednesday and I'm so done with this week. I'm so happy i have a full weekend of drinking and doing stupid shit with my friends planned.
It's been one of these days.
It's been one of these days.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Ah, Family
My sister, on being the newly crowned #1 on my myspace top friends: I am thrilled to be in your top spot. In fact, I just revised my resume.
Monday, July 16, 2007
The Actual Sounds of the City
I got ready this morning as smoothly as I ever had. I had my clothes laid out, the house was clean, the cat was fed. But as I was getting my stuff together to leave for work today, I realized that my iPod battery had died over the weekend. I figured as long as I left the headphones in, I'd be fine, but then I realized that, while keeping people from talking to me, it won't drown out the other people on the train. So out comes the DS, Super Princess Peach to be specific. I plugged into that, and as irritating as the music for that game is, it's a hell of a lot better than early-morning cell phone conversations and random grumblings of crazy people.
But now the theme music from the game has been stuck in my head all morning. I really hope my iPod charges soon.
But now the theme music from the game has been stuck in my head all morning. I really hope my iPod charges soon.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Things that make me hate my job
Some lady i've never seen before and in a different department with their own AA just told me that i'm going to be in charge of making sure her laptop is being fixed. And then called me Steffie.
It was one of those moments where i pictured myself lunging across my desk and wringing her neck. It was so vivid that i was surprised to find myself still writing out her instructions and not choking the life out of her.
It was one of those moments where i pictured myself lunging across my desk and wringing her neck. It was so vivid that i was surprised to find myself still writing out her instructions and not choking the life out of her.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
2 Weeks Post-Flood
They finally removed all of the heavy equipment they were using to dry out the place. I didn't realize how much i would miss the irritating noise until it was gone. Now it's eerily quiet and i can hear everyone in the office talking. Maybe i'll flood the ladies room just to get the asinine banter muted.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Weekend!
Tonight: Party
Tomorrow: Cookout, Beerfest, Party
Sunday: Chowderfest at Harborfest
i love activities that end in "fest", also ones that end in "rama" and "splosion".
Tomorrow: Cookout, Beerfest, Party
Sunday: Chowderfest at Harborfest
i love activities that end in "fest", also ones that end in "rama" and "splosion".
Friday, June 22, 2007
It's about f'ing time.
So it's finally Friday, all i have to do is get through today.
Tonight is Danielle's 21st birthday party, with a special guest appearance by my best friend from high school, Brandon.
Tomorrow is spending the day in Middleboro with my sister.
Sunday is the Phantom Gourmet BBQ Beach Party.
Wow, you'd almost think i had a life, looking at this.
Tonight is Danielle's 21st birthday party, with a special guest appearance by my best friend from high school, Brandon.
Tomorrow is spending the day in Middleboro with my sister.
Sunday is the Phantom Gourmet BBQ Beach Party.
Wow, you'd almost think i had a life, looking at this.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Cornering the Fudge-Packing Vote
Um, Mitt...
What the fuck are you doing with that glove?
Just wondering.
from: http://jossip.com/
What the fuck are you doing with that glove?
Just wondering.
from: http://jossip.com/
Enough complaining!
I love Boston. I work in an office in the financial district, and I love that moment when it's a beautiful day, and I'm in a cute outfit, and there's a good song on my iPod; and I go "I'm a city girl", it's a nice thought to start the day with.
I'm close enough to the water that sometimes you can smell the sea breeze over the general city smells.
And they hand out stuff sometimes. I got 6 coupons for a free coffee, and a $5.00 gift card from a coffee shop with those little hand warmer packets.
I make it a point to love the little things in life.
I'm close enough to the water that sometimes you can smell the sea breeze over the general city smells.
And they hand out stuff sometimes. I got 6 coupons for a free coffee, and a $5.00 gift card from a coffee shop with those little hand warmer packets.
I make it a point to love the little things in life.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Dear people that give me dirty looks when i'm smoking in the smoking area outside my building.
I don't care about whatever you think of smoking. I'm outside, in my little designated area, away from children, the elderly and the general population. I'm paying the extra taxes on cigarettes and following your asinine rules, and i'll keep doing it.
At this point, I'm smoking purely out of spite. Because spite is delicious.
At this point, I'm smoking purely out of spite. Because spite is delicious.
War on Drugs
Guess what? Nobody is going to win the war on drugs. Except the drug dealers, because they know what the government can't seem to figure out: People love drugs. Shouldn't the government be working on firebombing poverty or having military actions against hunger instead?
Friday, June 15, 2007
Gay Marriage
With all this hubbub about gay marriage and the sanctity of the institution, one would think that the people fighting to ban gay marriage would understand that people wanting to get married aren't the real threat.
Those goddamn gold diggers, people committing immigration fraud, and, of course, celebrities are the real enemy to the sanctity of marriage. We should work on stamping out that stuff before keeping people who want to get married and file their taxes jointly (i swear, one gay couple i know nearly turned inside out with joy when they got to file "married") from committing.
Those goddamn gold diggers, people committing immigration fraud, and, of course, celebrities are the real enemy to the sanctity of marriage. We should work on stamping out that stuff before keeping people who want to get married and file their taxes jointly (i swear, one gay couple i know nearly turned inside out with joy when they got to file "married") from committing.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
FBI Tries to Fight Zombie Hordes
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/6752853.stm
FINALLY!!!
it's really about "more than one million PC owners who have had their computers hijacked by cyber criminals" but after seeing that headline I know I can die happy.
FINALLY!!!
it's really about "more than one million PC owners who have had their computers hijacked by cyber criminals" but after seeing that headline I know I can die happy.
I just had to share...
well, yes. yes they are. this guy needs to be a gender studies professor somewhere.
Psychiatrist Fist Fight
In a meeting this morning, my boss told us a story about being asked to "continue this conversation outside", which, naturally, leads to this:
Short Film Idea:
Two Freud-ish looking men arguing about acute and chronic mental illness in what looks like a schoolyard. As the fight escalates, more and more professional looking people start to circle around the argument. A punch is thrown, and we see the two fighting in 1920's fistfighting poses.
The fight goes on, blah, blah, blah, until one gets physically restrained and the other gets a shot of trazadone.
I think the biggest challenge is working out great weird things for the crowd to yell at the people fighting, I'll have to take a DSM IV home to pull together some really fucked up disorders that they can accuse each other of having.
Short Film Idea:
Two Freud-ish looking men arguing about acute and chronic mental illness in what looks like a schoolyard. As the fight escalates, more and more professional looking people start to circle around the argument. A punch is thrown, and we see the two fighting in 1920's fistfighting poses.
The fight goes on, blah, blah, blah, until one gets physically restrained and the other gets a shot of trazadone.
I think the biggest challenge is working out great weird things for the crowd to yell at the people fighting, I'll have to take a DSM IV home to pull together some really fucked up disorders that they can accuse each other of having.
Commute
Every morning, when commuting into work i have at least one, if not all of these thoughts while on the train:
"I wonder if we're going to hit that bus or this car today."
"I hope that chick i hate at work calls in sick."
"What could I do if there was a zombie on the train?"
"I'm just gonna rest my eyes for a minute and lean on this wall here."
"I wish I had some limeade."
"I wonder if we're going to hit that bus or this car today."
"I hope that chick i hate at work calls in sick."
"What could I do if there was a zombie on the train?"
"I'm just gonna rest my eyes for a minute and lean on this wall here."
"I wish I had some limeade."
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
The life of an organizational goddess
I think my favorite thing about my job is being right all of the time. It's so great that these people with master's degrees couldn't do my job if their lives depended on it.
Makes me feel special.
Makes me feel special.
Dear Hot Actresses,
Please shut the fuck up about how hard it is to be so hot. That's what you look like, deal with it. So you're unapproachable and people assume you're dumb and nobody takes you seriously as an actress. Aw, too fucking bad. And stop saying how fat and ugly people have it made, if that's so true use your millions to get surgery to become fat and ugly and then please shut the fuck up.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Note to self
In case of Zombie Attack while at work, coat rack in front of desk (minus base) is best defense from the undead.
( i just had to add the word "undead" to my spell check, awesome!)
( i just had to add the word "undead" to my spell check, awesome!)
The Mail Room
I can't seem to figure out why the mail room at my company seems to be totally incapable of delivering the mail.
It seems that they should know where to pick up and then deliver the mail, but for some reason there's something that happens in between pickup and delivery that makes it so nothing gets anywhere. And on the off chance that they actually bring something over, I have to direct the mail room guy to the proper mail box, or building in some cases. This is their JOB.
I had to wait 4 days between getting the first and the last of 2 boxes, all while being told it either isn't in the mail room at all and has never been, or that it's been delivered and i must have lost it. Because it couldn't possibly be that the people hired to deliver the mail don't feel like bringing a box across the street.
It seems that they should know where to pick up and then deliver the mail, but for some reason there's something that happens in between pickup and delivery that makes it so nothing gets anywhere. And on the off chance that they actually bring something over, I have to direct the mail room guy to the proper mail box, or building in some cases. This is their JOB.
I had to wait 4 days between getting the first and the last of 2 boxes, all while being told it either isn't in the mail room at all and has never been, or that it's been delivered and i must have lost it. Because it couldn't possibly be that the people hired to deliver the mail don't feel like bringing a box across the street.
Is pot really that hard to find?
$2.00 Cheese Heroin Killing Young Teens in Texas
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/06/12/cheese.heroin/index.html
and the best part:
" • Middle schoolers cheer after detective says U.S. has the most drug users"
I just can't help but think, can't these kids get real drugs? Like when i read about kids dying from huffing canned air dusters, it just seems like such a waste of a perfectly good cleaning product.
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/06/12/cheese.heroin/index.html
and the best part:
" • Middle schoolers cheer after detective says U.S. has the most drug users"
I just can't help but think, can't these kids get real drugs? Like when i read about kids dying from huffing canned air dusters, it just seems like such a waste of a perfectly good cleaning product.
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