OKay, I know I promised today would be EXTRA fun but it's not. It's as fun as I'm getting with a sinus headache though. Enjoy as always and have a lovely weekend.
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Embryo Escape/
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Jewel Thief/
Friday, May 26, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
okay, okay!
Calm down, people! I missed a Friday fun! Mea Culpa! Stop emailing me! I'll make this Friday EXTRA fun. Damn.
So, I got a big fat NO from Kristen Nelson. I'm bummed about this. I really am. I expect the big boys to say no but I thought the little fish would be happy to hear from me. Well, I can always self publish right here, can't I?
Next order of business, I'm working on The Grenskeeper. I know I keep saying it but it's going to take time to do this justice. Honestly, I can't tell if this whole pastiche is an alagory for Rocker's career or just a bunch of shit. Well, you can decide.
Okay, Horation Cain? Most insufferable man on television? Yes. I tried to watch the season finale of CSI: Miami last night and finally wandered off in search of something more enrtaining. I think I cleaned the cat hair out of the air filter. The whole thing leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth.
The husband and I were discussing the other day the recent trend in commercials and shows and movies about these rather average, middle aged, balding and often husky men being allegedly married to these beautiful women half their age. What is that? People this is not a strip club so we're not falling for it. Has anyone seen the Prilosec commercial in the airport? What is that? And then on the CSI thing, Caine is married to this super model uber chick? No. The whole thing just irritates me.
So, I got a big fat NO from Kristen Nelson. I'm bummed about this. I really am. I expect the big boys to say no but I thought the little fish would be happy to hear from me. Well, I can always self publish right here, can't I?
Next order of business, I'm working on The Grenskeeper. I know I keep saying it but it's going to take time to do this justice. Honestly, I can't tell if this whole pastiche is an alagory for Rocker's career or just a bunch of shit. Well, you can decide.
Okay, Horation Cain? Most insufferable man on television? Yes. I tried to watch the season finale of CSI: Miami last night and finally wandered off in search of something more enrtaining. I think I cleaned the cat hair out of the air filter. The whole thing leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth.
The husband and I were discussing the other day the recent trend in commercials and shows and movies about these rather average, middle aged, balding and often husky men being allegedly married to these beautiful women half their age. What is that? People this is not a strip club so we're not falling for it. Has anyone seen the Prilosec commercial in the airport? What is that? And then on the CSI thing, Caine is married to this super model uber chick? No. The whole thing just irritates me.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Friday Fun
A lot of you may have heard of the George Clooney war on this site and wondered what the heck it's all about. I finally took a gander after being intrigued by a www.fametracker.com article. It's fabulous. People text message in their at the moment celebrity sightings, they're posted and pinpointed on a map of Manhattan. Want to know who The Don is lunching with? Where's Liza? How thin is Tyra Banks? You got it here and you got it right now.
GawkerStalker/
As we all know my husband, Chasing the Fluency God, is a righteous conspiracy theorist. This one is for you baby! I do caution you that if you read the Sheen/Richards divorce papers that you will be overcome with a burning desire to fly directly to LA, seek out Sheen on the set of Two and a Half Men and strangle his unstable, drug addicted, pathetic self right there in front of the cast and crew. Then you should call DFAC and tell them there's no further need to look into matters. The Smoking Gun
What is the "Lost Experience"? Where is it and how do you play it? How is it scored? Where is the freakin' FAQ? There isn't one. It's more organic then that. The LOst Experience was designed essentialy to hold us over to fall. It's addictive, confusing and requires a significant time investment. There is no score, no board, no download, nothing. It requires you to follow a multi-platform, global bread crumb trail that may never pay off for anything. Examples: the last two episodes of Lost have featured Widmore Labs commercials with phone numbers and websites. YOu dial the numbers, you go through the voice mail boxes, you get the secret code. You go the Widmore Labs web site, you type in the code, you talk to Persephone. You check back and you may have a message. Or you may not. You then go to Joop's corner and enter in things and you get a secret memo. And then there's another secret memo. And if you have the professional version of Photoshop you can manipulate some of the pictures to reveal other pictures buried under them. You get the idea? Then if you got a message you have to share it with others playing the game. Example two, an ad appeared in a newspaper in three cities from Widmore railing against the book "The Bad Twin" which has been seen in two episodes now. If you go to Amazon you can watch a small clip of the author. That's one of nine. You have to find the others. And go to his web site. And link to Wikipedia to figure out why he was on the plane which involves Cindy. I'm tired just typing it and all that happened in two day! Anyway, if you want to keep up try this... www.TheLostExperience.com. Additionally, www.televisionwithoutpity.com has a forum called Virtual Clues that is pretty good.
If none of that is to your taste,Diner Dash Mini Download
GawkerStalker/
As we all know my husband, Chasing the Fluency God, is a righteous conspiracy theorist. This one is for you baby! I do caution you that if you read the Sheen/Richards divorce papers that you will be overcome with a burning desire to fly directly to LA, seek out Sheen on the set of Two and a Half Men and strangle his unstable, drug addicted, pathetic self right there in front of the cast and crew. Then you should call DFAC and tell them there's no further need to look into matters. The Smoking Gun
What is the "Lost Experience"? Where is it and how do you play it? How is it scored? Where is the freakin' FAQ? There isn't one. It's more organic then that. The LOst Experience was designed essentialy to hold us over to fall. It's addictive, confusing and requires a significant time investment. There is no score, no board, no download, nothing. It requires you to follow a multi-platform, global bread crumb trail that may never pay off for anything. Examples: the last two episodes of Lost have featured Widmore Labs commercials with phone numbers and websites. YOu dial the numbers, you go through the voice mail boxes, you get the secret code. You go the Widmore Labs web site, you type in the code, you talk to Persephone. You check back and you may have a message. Or you may not. You then go to Joop's corner and enter in things and you get a secret memo. And then there's another secret memo. And if you have the professional version of Photoshop you can manipulate some of the pictures to reveal other pictures buried under them. You get the idea? Then if you got a message you have to share it with others playing the game. Example two, an ad appeared in a newspaper in three cities from Widmore railing against the book "The Bad Twin" which has been seen in two episodes now. If you go to Amazon you can watch a small clip of the author. That's one of nine. You have to find the others. And go to his web site. And link to Wikipedia to figure out why he was on the plane which involves Cindy. I'm tired just typing it and all that happened in two day! Anyway, if you want to keep up try this... www.TheLostExperience.com. Additionally, www.televisionwithoutpity.com has a forum called Virtual Clues that is pretty good.
If none of that is to your taste,Diner Dash Mini Download
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Welcome to the neighborhood Penis Cookie!
Well, it happened. Apprently Netflix had to search their entire inventory but eventually in Arizona they dug up a copy of "The Greenskeeper". My husband and I did a preliminary viewing last night while I took my initial notes. And my first impression? Honestly? I’ve paid money to watch worse things in theatres. So I’ll have my recap up shortly and until then I’m going to actually ADVISE you to Netflix this thing. Meanwhile, please read my thought on someone who could use a visit from the Groundskeeper.
Several months ago my husband (CTFG) and I begin to notice that a plot of land on a very, very busy road in East Cobb near our house was being cleared. We thought one of those new McMansion subdivisions where they throw up four houses and call it "exclusive" was going to emerge. Whatever. Then the building started. We thought it was odd that the first house was being built right in the center of the land about a hundred feet from the road with no trees or anything to try and hide it. Who would want to live that close to a busy road? Weird. They kept building. And it kept getting…uglier.
For awhile we literally drove by everyday and said "how much uglier could they have made it TODAY?" We were never disappointed. Everytime we thought they had reached the pinnacle of making a building look like the terminal for hell they just raised the bar. From the rococo lines to the stucco to the cement balustrades, it is the very definition, nay, the very inspiration for the phrase "ass ugly".
If I were living closer, I would have signed a petition to have a PRISON SIZED FENCE put around the thing so as not to lower my proeprty values with all the ugly. And now it seems to be the only house on the land. So someone spent money for a piece of land they could have subparcelled (my guess is a few million on that alone). They built one house. And they built it all but on top of the road. Obviously, this is someone who has some sort of serious social class issues. Therapy would have been cheaper and I don’t think our entire community would be ridiculing you as they are now but that’s your choice. So as we do around our parts, we figured, hey it's your money.
Until this…Article about the Penis Cookie and his Ugly Ass House. (It being the AJC they may OR MAY not make you register to look at this. It's worth it.)
Seriously, everyday as they were building I kept wondering if it was the guy who owned the driving range (which has been there since the dawn of time). Who else would want to live next to something that has massive soduium lights on until midnight or later? It looks like the DEA is trying to drive them out it's so bright over there. And after you look at this horrendous insult to architecture you realize that someone is overcompensating for something with the massive edifice. It's penis shaped! Not to mention it’s PINK! Do we not have better city planners then this? So, let me get this straight, you knew there was a driving range there and yet, built your house almost on top of it. You’re also between the community pool, a middle school, the Kroger and Publix, the Home Depot, two drug stores, a movie theatre and a Target. Could you be begging people to look at your shack anymore? Penis Cookie! What kills me is that this guy is like "well I thought it would be nice to have a golf course view". There is no freakin’ golf course, Redneck Joe. Apparently since you were denied membership at any country club, you do not know the diff. Did you not notice the golf balls flying about in the ten years before you built? Did you not notice them in the months it took to build? Shut up! Damn. I hate it when people do something knowing full well what the consequences will be and then whine about it after it happens.
I, for one, feel that the owner of the driving range has been more then generous and neighborly. But with the publishing of this article? Clearly all about how one poor immigrant can build his dream home and then it all be ruined by a damn golf ball floating in his pool, would piss me off plenty. Who do you think called the AJC and whined to start with? It would have been ON for me. I would have gone to opening 24/7 with lights blaring all the time. I would have offered specials for anyone who wanted to come out between midnight and four in the morning. I would be doing loud and annoying radio station promos weekly. I can not tell you in how many ways I would make Mr. Penis Cookie’s life miserable. Did anyone ask you to build your Casa Cheap Tackfest there? No? Then put the whole thing on a flat bed and haul it to the middle of a trailer park where you and your whole Clampett family belong (actually I take that back, that would be insulting people who live in trailer parks, some of which are quite nice, and I certainly don’t want to see their property values torpedoed by your white elephant). Penis Cookie! I hope your miserable there and that your fugly pink Mercedes gets a thousand golf ball pings on it. Penis Cookie!
Just get it over with
Okay, so Gilmore Girls. I sincerely hope that whatever Alexis Bledel did to the wardrobe mistress, that she apologizes for over the break because….no. And they have in fact succeded in making Luke look like such an unredeemable asshat that when the Christopher thing happened? I turned to the husband and said, well…whatever. How sad is that? And I think we all see that this is going to Luke deciding that yes indeedy they should elope and he'll pack his back country gear and good camo jacket and Loralei is all, nah. And then we find out that April isn't even his rugrat. Could we just get all this over? Could we move ON? Seriosuly, could April and Anna....move to Anchorage? Wouldn't it suck to be the next person to have to construct a watchable season out of this coughed up hairball of dropped plot threads, discontinuity and disillusioned viewers?
O.C.D...S.U.C.K.S.
Yes, I know it's been awhile. Sorry about that. And yes, I know I missed Friday fun, a few of you emailed me. I apologize and will try to come up with something good for this week.
The thing is that my medication has stopped working. It was a very subtle backslide and then WHAM! Crazy. I'm severely bi-polar. Have I metioned that? Anyway, I am. But I take medication, I have for years that keeps me on an even keel most of the time. I'm always a little off under extreme stress or when I get over-tired. Anyway, the thing is, I'm used to the not sleeping, the not eating, the not being able to concentrate or sit down or get out of bed (irony=can't sleep, can't get out of bed). But this time I had a whole new dimension of crazy. I'm also OCD. I get this from my mother. She is like a card carrying OCDer. I've always been mildly possessed of it. It was more a tic that reared it's every hair in place head when I am under copious stress that has built up and I have to relieve it by doing something odd. Awhile back this happened and I went in the kitchen and told my husband that I had to clip the coupons. I told him like fourteen times in a row and wasn't able to stop saying it. The other day we went out to eat. I got up and got straw after straw. There are only three of us. I couldn't stop getting straws.
Newspapers are no longer allowed in our house. They're contaminated. If I touch one I have to take a shower. I've started washing my face with scouring dish rags because it's contaminated and that cleans it best. I have a fear that the piles are taking over and will eventually consume me. They are taking my sanity and I think that it's evil. Now, I'm an intelligent person, I know THAT NONE OF THAT IS TRUE. But it doesn't mean I can shake it. That's what OCD is. Doing bizarre things that you know are weird but being unable to stop. I've specifically avoided putting things in my home with fringe on them for years. I don't go down narrow stairs. They aren't phobias, they're irrational actions. My trigger seems to be disorganization. Which my house has PLENTY OF. When things are out of place or piled up I can't seem to think clearly. This is not a good thing when you have a two year old. I'm better at work because over the last three and a half years I have assigned everything a place and a method. It all makes sense and everyone knows how and what to do. I like going to Charlotte's school. It's very organized and clean and everyone knows what to do and how to do it. My house is a nightmare. I hate going to my house. I often sit in the drive-way at night and fantasize about not going in. Just driving off to..Ikea and moving in. Oh how I dream about those clean Swedish lines, the abscence of frou frou knick knacks, the linear beauty of order and simplicity and baskets and shelves. And then I go in. It's like being held underwater anytime I try and spend time in my house. I can't breathe, I can't think . All I can do is try and concentrate on getting from one task to another. I keep saying that it needs to be organized. Everything needs to be in it's place. What I mean is, I want everything gone that isn't necessary or beautiful and everything that stays MUST be in it's place and findable immediately and orderly. Seriously, how is it thatI have such a hard time with this? If your offices were like this you would never get anything done. My garage is so bad that I lost a cat in there the other day. It's actually to the point where after I go in the garage to turn on the sprinklers that I have to go lay down in the bed to try and calm down. Everything is out of control! Everything! What should I do, oh blog readers? I thought of hiring a professional organizer but that's not the problem. I can organize like no ones business. It' s the use and maintanence of these systems that fall apart. So what can I do? Fortunately, my beloved doctor Emory Women's Mental Health Program called me and we discussed and he called me in some meds to take the edge off. I watch Martha Stewart and read her mags and I am in awe of her self discipline in this area. And yes, she has four thousand assistans but long before she was that Martha she was Martha who ran her own house and business. I have the Fly Lady book and I love it but I can't seem to get this methods in place and get everyone on the same page. I know what needs to be done. I do. But I can't seem to get there from here. So if you're reading this and you have any vauge idea what I'm talking about, pray for me that I can either be drugged into ignoring it or that I can find a way to fix it.
The thing is that my medication has stopped working. It was a very subtle backslide and then WHAM! Crazy. I'm severely bi-polar. Have I metioned that? Anyway, I am. But I take medication, I have for years that keeps me on an even keel most of the time. I'm always a little off under extreme stress or when I get over-tired. Anyway, the thing is, I'm used to the not sleeping, the not eating, the not being able to concentrate or sit down or get out of bed (irony=can't sleep, can't get out of bed). But this time I had a whole new dimension of crazy. I'm also OCD. I get this from my mother. She is like a card carrying OCDer. I've always been mildly possessed of it. It was more a tic that reared it's every hair in place head when I am under copious stress that has built up and I have to relieve it by doing something odd. Awhile back this happened and I went in the kitchen and told my husband that I had to clip the coupons. I told him like fourteen times in a row and wasn't able to stop saying it. The other day we went out to eat. I got up and got straw after straw. There are only three of us. I couldn't stop getting straws.
Newspapers are no longer allowed in our house. They're contaminated. If I touch one I have to take a shower. I've started washing my face with scouring dish rags because it's contaminated and that cleans it best. I have a fear that the piles are taking over and will eventually consume me. They are taking my sanity and I think that it's evil. Now, I'm an intelligent person, I know THAT NONE OF THAT IS TRUE. But it doesn't mean I can shake it. That's what OCD is. Doing bizarre things that you know are weird but being unable to stop. I've specifically avoided putting things in my home with fringe on them for years. I don't go down narrow stairs. They aren't phobias, they're irrational actions. My trigger seems to be disorganization. Which my house has PLENTY OF. When things are out of place or piled up I can't seem to think clearly. This is not a good thing when you have a two year old. I'm better at work because over the last three and a half years I have assigned everything a place and a method. It all makes sense and everyone knows how and what to do. I like going to Charlotte's school. It's very organized and clean and everyone knows what to do and how to do it. My house is a nightmare. I hate going to my house. I often sit in the drive-way at night and fantasize about not going in. Just driving off to..Ikea and moving in. Oh how I dream about those clean Swedish lines, the abscence of frou frou knick knacks, the linear beauty of order and simplicity and baskets and shelves. And then I go in. It's like being held underwater anytime I try and spend time in my house. I can't breathe, I can't think . All I can do is try and concentrate on getting from one task to another. I keep saying that it needs to be organized. Everything needs to be in it's place. What I mean is, I want everything gone that isn't necessary or beautiful and everything that stays MUST be in it's place and findable immediately and orderly. Seriously, how is it thatI have such a hard time with this? If your offices were like this you would never get anything done. My garage is so bad that I lost a cat in there the other day. It's actually to the point where after I go in the garage to turn on the sprinklers that I have to go lay down in the bed to try and calm down. Everything is out of control! Everything! What should I do, oh blog readers? I thought of hiring a professional organizer but that's not the problem. I can organize like no ones business. It' s the use and maintanence of these systems that fall apart. So what can I do? Fortunately, my beloved doctor Emory Women's Mental Health Program called me and we discussed and he called me in some meds to take the edge off. I watch Martha Stewart and read her mags and I am in awe of her self discipline in this area. And yes, she has four thousand assistans but long before she was that Martha she was Martha who ran her own house and business. I have the Fly Lady book and I love it but I can't seem to get this methods in place and get everyone on the same page. I know what needs to be done. I do. But I can't seem to get there from here. So if you're reading this and you have any vauge idea what I'm talking about, pray for me that I can either be drugged into ignoring it or that I can find a way to fix it.
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