January 30, 2006
I thought I knew HIM
While working out this evening, I happened to notice the band HIM playing on the video monitors at the gym. I was taken aback to see a Finnish goth industrial band in the sell-out line-up along with the Backstreet Boys, Christina Aguilera, some random number of shitty R&B artists, and other pop "stars." How the hell did this happen? And why didn't I know that Bam Margera's gay-ass Heartagram is actually HIM's logo? Now that I think about it, I guess I vaguely remember Bam mentioning them when talking about it, but I don't pay much attention to that show. He is the embodiment of excess and being spoiled. It bugs the hell out of me.
They do an incredible cover of Chris Isaak's Wicked Game. I think I like it even better than the original. I'm still just sitting here scratching my head. I shake my fist at MTV2 and their finding of decent artists and turning them into crap. My friend's 13-yr-old stepson came home with a "Heartagram" drawn on his hand. I explained to her that he probably saw it on Viva la Bam, but now it's likely he saw it on MTV2 in a HIM video. /sigh
I haven't heard anything off their new album, except "Wings of a Butterfly" that plays on their WebPage (and at the gym apparently). I'm not impressed. They don't sound as hard as the other stuff I've heard from them. I feel like I'm at a high school dance in 1992 just listening to it.
How is it that planning is so time consuming? I spent over 7 hours straight working on a spreadsheet and organizing files to start managing our magazine ads. We've decided to handle negotiating them ourselves this year, so it's just a matter of getting organized that first time around. Formatting the spreadsheet probably took up about half the time, but it has to be presentable to the PTB.
posted by Karabou at 11:33 PM EST
January 28, 2006
Party in Stanksville
The Foundry was pretty cool. I've been there once before, but they've drastically remodeled since then. The only thing I think I'd change is putting some linoleum or faux wood down for the dance floor. Plain concrete is just kind of annoying.
Overall:
Music Volume: Excellent
Music Selection: Very good
Drinks: I've been told they're good at a fair price and that they're shitty and too expensive. So whatever.
Bitches who don't know anything about dance floor etiquette and burned half the club while dancing with a cigarette in their hand: 3 too many
Vomiting girl who probably had alcohol poisoning: 1
Shim that sparked a discussion as to whether it was a she or he: 1 (It was a dude.)
Odor of BO on the dance floor: Overwhelming
It was fun hanging out with Mike again. He's not DJing again until Feb. 10th. The worst part of the night was the UNBELIEVABLY bad BO on the dance floor at one point. It was so bad I thought I was in a discothèque in Germany. It was gagging. I just can't handle that smell. Yark.
posted by Karabou at 11:46 AM EST
January 27, 2006
Big, Fat Deal
I did an opening check for BV on Big Momma's House 2 tonight. Let me tell you, old white folks LOVE Big Momma. It was like when we went to see High Fidelity, and the theater was just packed full of old people. It was bizarre.
This week has been nuts. I ended up having to go to a conference all day Wednesday and half the day Thursday that I didn't even know about until Tuesday. On the upside, my boss and I got a lot accomplished. We were there to register the attendees and make sure they had everything they needed. So once the conference started, we retired to the hotel restaurant and worked till about 4pm on Wednesday. Thursday, we worked until about noon and then had lunch.
On Thursday, we decided to search the restaurant for a wall socket, so I could plug in my laptop. I hate hand writing anything. I prefer typing. It's so much easier to manipulate things. Anyway, the hostess points us in the bar section, which is dimmed because it's not officially open. So we go to where the only wall socket in the entire restaurant is and set up. Some 90-yr-old crotchety kitchen staffer stalks out, stares at us indignantly for a solid minute, bitches at the hostess, and finally walks off...still staring at us. We just laughed. For the amount of money we pay that hotel to host our conferences, they can let us in the bar area to work.
And today, I was slammed. I'm trying to keep my head above water. They hired me to bring projects in house rather than outsource them to ad agencies that charge INSANE prices. By hiring me, they're saving 5 figures (in the upper range) a year right off the top. That's already subtracting my salary. But once we get things scheduled out and under control, the madness will at least be controlled. I can handle that.
As a stress reliever, I'm going to go shake my ass at Foundry in about 2 hours.
posted by Karabou at 9:39 PM EST
January 25, 2006
Dysfunction Junction
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I worked offsite most of the day. It was the only way my boss and I felt we could get anything accomplished with our planning. We'll be working offsite again tomorrow until around 1pm, and then it's back to the office. I had to work on an ad for our subsidiary tonight, and I've got to print out a metric assload of magazine editorial schedules for our meeting tomorrow morning. This offsite business has been helpful to planning but hectic to my other duties. Oh well, it'll all even out.
This new job is panning out to actually be a job...and in a good way. I no longer feel like the red-headed step-intern like I did at my last employer. No more jack-of-all-trades, no more ordering or cleaning up after catered meals, no more playing receptionist, no more ordering office supplies. It's fantastic. /sigh.
posted by Karabou at 7:48 PM EST
January 24, 2006
Deep Space Overdose
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Grab the nearest book.
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Open the book to page 123.
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Find the fifth sentence.
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Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
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Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
"Near four thousand men had burned that day, among them King Mern of the Reach. King Loren had escaped and lived long enough to surrender, pledge his fealty to the Targaryens, and beget a son, for which Tyrion was duly grateful. "
-George R. R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
A while back, I had mentioned the creepy and uncanny coincidences of me very suddenly thinking of someone obsessively that I hadn't seen, talked to, or even thought of in years and then running into them. Well, it happened again. For the past 2 months, I have repeatedly thought about one of my Graphic Design instructors that I haven't communicated with since I dropped out of the program. Today, I ran into her at the gym that I've gone to for about a year (where I had never seen her previously). She remembered me, and she asked me to drop her a line. She wants me to join the Portfolio Review Panel for the Graphic Design Department at the community college where she teaches. I might do it. I dunno. It would probably look good on a resume.
posted by Karabou at 10:43 PM EST
January 23, 2006
CD-a-go-go
My car's CD player had been acting funny for the last few months. The display went out on it last summer, which I lived with. I knew where my channels were, and I could deal with not knowing what track number something was. But recently, it started not wanting to feed the CDs and acting persnickety in general. Saturday, it decide it had had enough and just gave out on me. I found a pretty cheap replacement and picked it up.
Brian helped me switch the adapter harness, and it just slid right in place of the old one. I had to use the power of boobs to get the adapter harness done last time. I walked into Circuit City and played the clueless bimbo (actually something I rarely do and kind of hate). Not only did they tell me how to do it, they soldered it together, taped up the wires, and put clips around the bundle...all for free and while I waited. Some days, it pays to have boobs. But I had figured out how to install it myself last time. /flex
Sunday I decided I had to wash the mud mobile. I had done a highly illegal u-turn through the highway median Friday (along with about 32 other cars) to avoid a highway-blocking accident. And the passenger side was covered in mud from it. As the front of my car got hit with the sprayer, I thought, "I probably should have put my antenna down." Oh well, right? I get through to the other side, and it's hanging like a sad, limp noodle.
My Corolla is 12 years old, and the little things like antennas, door handles, and such are just getting old. It snapped off after Brian and I tried to jury-rig it back into a semi-stable position. But I've been concocting ways to fix it, and I think I might have a solution. I just need the time to try it. I was surprised to find that my classical music station came in fine without it while the resident 80s station was a fuzzy pile of crap. But I guess it's hard to tell the difference on that one, eh?
posted by Karabou at 9:50 PM EST
January 22, 2006
Undaroos 2: Convolution
I got a kick-ass cake for Kev's Bday Saturday. I had them put Badtz Maru on it. When I dropped off the pic at the cake shop, the slack-jaw Betty behind the counter seemed so confused that I almost called to verify the order when I got home. But it turned out fantastic. I was giddy about it all day.
Today, I saw Underworld: Evolution. I didn't go into this movie expecting a masterpiece. I expected something along the same convoluted lines as the first one. I enjoyed the first one, for what it was. This one made the first one look like a bastion of logic. Suddenly, you could kill werewolves with a knife to the eye or an iron pipe through the chest. In the first one, they could push silver bullets out of their bodies, and silver was the only way to kill them. Then there was some old dude that was actually the father of the first werewolf and vampire twin brothers, but there was no explanation of WTF he was. Was he a vampire? Just some old dude that suddenly stopped aging for no good reason? What? What?!
Why were the vampires suddenly using what appeared to be humans instead of their own kind? They didn't seem to utilize any humans in the first one. And the whole "Were-pire" guy seemed so secondary and unimportant in this one, despite the whole first movie being based on how unbelievably important he was. And my favorite part? The vampire chick telling the Were-pire that "regular food is lethal." Okay, so to kill vampires, all I have to do is force feed it mac-n-cheese? Cheese burns!! Oh the burning!!!
The questions and the idiocy go on from there. I guess if you just want to see it for the action, it's fine. But don't try to make any sense out of anything that happens. It will burn out your neurons.
posted by Karabou at 7:25 PM EST
January 19, 2006
In all fairness...
I have to be fair.
Zen at least gives me the blinky eyes and desperate-for-attention looks. Sunny stomps across the room, looks at me as if to say, "I'm coming up there. Whatchoo gonna do about it?" And then she plops her fat ass on me after about 10 minutes of painful kneading. She's so fat, she puts me arm to sleep. You can see my lifeless hand laying limp on my keyboard from lack of circulation.
And when Kevin came home, she disemboweled me with her back claws as she shunned me for him. Traitor.
posted by Karabou at 10:56 PM EST
January 18, 2006
Springter Sumfall in Ohio
I feel the need to bitch about Ohio weather yet again. Monday: 57 degrees and sunny. Tuesday 50 degrees pouring rain. Wednesday 28 degrees and two inches of snow. Thursday 54 degrees and windy. No wonder I'm sick as hell. I've heard that the jet stream used to go below us, and in the past 10 years it's shifted to being right over us. Who knows. When I was a kid, it was COLD and lots of snow fell...almost every single year. It wasn't until about age 19 that I noticed the spikes of spring-like weather in January.
Anyway, this is what I look like most nights I try to use my computer without first properly worshipping Zen.
It begins with him perching on the corner of my PC desk, blinking at me lovingly every time I look at him. Then, he takes a furtive step across my mouse hand and looks up at me. If I try to push him back, he locks his legs and just tries to stand there, waiting for me to give in. And I usually do. He then flip flops on my lap for at least 15 minutes, ramming his head into my arm, chest, face, and stomach. As he falls blissfully asleep in the most god-awful position, the little bastard's ass pushes my keyboard across the tray or presses some really bad keys, running my character into an ocean of elite sharks. Every. Night. I love cats. Really, I do.
I worked from home yesterday, due to the plague I'm suffering from. Thank god I have a job/boss that allows me to do that now. When I came back in the office today, the thermostat was happily set on Heat and 70 degrees. Hallelujah. I'm going to have to get there early tomorrow and turn it down before it gets "hot" in there tomorrow when it's an infernal 54 degrees outside.
posted by Karabou at 11:01 PM EST
January 16, 2006
See Jane. See Jane disfigure her face.
Movies I watched this weekend:
Memoirs of a Geisha
I enjoyed it. I'd still like to read the novel. Movies can never do books justice. Books can give third person narrative, explain how characters
feel, what they're thinking, etc. Movies just can't do that as easily.
Although, I'm not particularly bothered when movies differ from books. Adaptations are always interesting in my opinion.
The Island
An okay movie with chase scenes I generally fast-forwarded through. I hate chase movies for the most part. They make me want to get up and go do the dishes. But the overall story line was interesting, if not a bit creepy, and I found it an interesting concept.
High Tension
Meh. I had heard this was a rip-off of Dean R. Koontz's Intensity. On one hand that thought ticked me off, and on the other, it kind of excited
me. The TV movie wasn't nearly disturbing enough to do the story justice, so I thought maybe this would. It was really nothing but a hilarious gore-fest with chunks of Intensity thrown in. I'm really not a lover of the
horror genre, and this was in French, so how scary could it really be? And I am by no means a Dean-R.-Koontz-lover. I've read two books: Intensity and Darkfall, and only because they were given to me as gifts.
This morning, I was greeted with this picture from a friend of mine.
This must have been circa-age-17. That's my friend's room, where she
would let me call my little high school boyfriend because it wasn't long distance from her house. Lame. I'll take my current life over that crap any day. Yes, we used to have fun, but we had no control over our lives, everything was a drama-fest (and I mean everything), and well...I just like being an adult way more than I did being an idiot teenager. Please refer to my December post on hating nostalgia for more information.
And no, I'm still not happy with my blog format. There's only so much FrontPage can do, and I don't have access to InDesign at home for at least a couple more weeks due to PC problems. So suffer my indecision.
My WV trip has been rescheduled for Feb. 6 -7. I'll be counting down the days to that one. Maybe I can get Legionnaires' Disease like I did on this last one. Whatever the hell I have will NOT go away. I'm ready to carve my nose out of my face with a dull knife if it will stop the hell I'm going through. And one of the ladies in my office decided she was hot and turned on the f-ing air conditioning, despite 7 other people in the office who bitched but were ignored. I turned it back to heat before I left and just turned it down to 60 so it won't kick on. The blowing air was KILLING me. I had to blow my nose every 3.7 seconds, and my nose was itching so bad I think it could cause at least 32 forms of insanity.
If she pushes the issue tomorrow, I'm going to flip the f--- out.
posted by Karabou at 11:59 PM EST
January 12, 2006
Cookie Monster was a Bulimitic
I've been languishing on the couch all evening, the victim of a sudden, mild cold. I've felt far worse, but I can't help but lay around, sniffling or coughing pathetically from time to time. There was a show on NGC tonight called "The Tuna Cowboys." I'll bet the college intern that named that one laughed until he crapped his pants.
I had some weird-ass dreams last night. First, I dreamed my friend Amy and I were walking across the UC campus. Why UC, I have no clue, considering neither of us have been there before to my knowledge. Anyway, it's totally ghetto, and we're really freaked out. She's about three feet ahead of me, turns the corner, and when I turn the corner, she's a half block ahead of me. I yell for her to wait up, but she's rounding another corner, and suddenly we're in a parking garage. I see some guy in a hooded coat come up and attack her.
I run to help, but I see two more guys come out of the shadows and start helping him. I realize that I'm not going to be able to help her on my own, so I start running to find the police. An old, out-of-breath security guard comes towards me from around the corner and says, "Where are they?" He takes off after them, and I wake up.
Then, I have another dream that's kind of hazy. All I remember is it having a "bad guy" who was, as close as I can tell, the embodiment of hell. He's sitting across the table from me and says, "I'll show you who I am." Suddenly I'm engulfed in the pitchest, emptiest, most godless black you can imagine. I feel utterly, completely alone and lost, and I know I could be lost in it forever. Then someone pulls me back out. This blackness threatens me a couple more times, only it's filled with this electronic thrumming sort of noise. I've seen it before somewhere, probably in another dream.
Since I've started taking anxiety meds, I have the most f---ed up dreams you can imagine. I've had dreams that were so realistic I could feel the pain. I had one where someone was skewering me through the right kidney. Every time I thought of it over the next two months, I felt real, serious pain in my kidney. I have significantly more nightmares on this stuff. But the during the day, I feel so damn normal that I don't want to stop taking them. Ever. I'd rather have more nightmares and be able to sleep well most nights than ever go through the total sleep deprivation I went through my last year of college.
The only thing that sucks is, because of anxiety, I can't shake the disturbing feelings from the really bad nightmares for days. I walk around feeling freaked out about them until they kind of fade away.
posted by Karabou at 10:09 PM EST
January 10, 2006
Captain Crapass
My road trip was cut short, thank god. The WV trip was cancelled due to the ED being short-staffed. Hell, we only had 4 out of 10 docs show up to the orientation today in KY. Overall, the trip was uneventful, which is fine by me. But the drive home almost made me homicidal.
The trip down only took 4.5 hours. The trip back took 6 hours. Why, you ask? Because some people drive like bitches. If the same chick who drove us down had driven us back, it'd have been the same amount both ways. But nooooo. One of the other ladies decided she was "a little bored" on the trip down, so she wanted to drive back. As she got into the driver seat, she says, "I may drive slow, but I'll get us there!" I should have known that was the kiss of the death.
She drove 50. 50!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in a 65. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If aliens invaded us tomorrow and began torturing us individually, based on personal demons, they'd strap me into the back seat of a vehicle and drive 15 miles under the speed limit. Four hours into the trip back, just as Shrek 2 finished playing, (we were lucky enough to have a DVD player in the mini-van) I say, "Are we in Ohio yet?" Just then, we went by a sign that said "Cincinnati 50 miles." I flipped the f--- out. We had been on the road for over 4 hours. What the hell was going on?
I started maniacally watching the speedometer over her shoulder. It fluctuated between 50 and 55. Semi's were flying past us like we were parked. Every time a vehicle passed us, she nearly went off the side of the highway in terror. She was swerving and weaving all over the place. No wonder men bitch about women drivers. Convinced I was going to die, I started trying to formulate a plan that would put me in driver's seat. Plan 1: Punch her in the back of the head until she goes unconscious, and I can stage a coup. Plan 2: Feign having to piss and convince them I need to drive for a while.
Just as I was about to implement Plan 1, the lady who drove us down there announced we were pulling over and changing drivers. Thank GOD she took over. What would have taken Captain Crapass another 2 hours only took the other lady about 50 minutes. I found out later that Captain Crapass was too scared to drive over the Cinncinati/Newport bridge. WHAT?! How do people get through life like this? WAH! I'm too afraid to drive!! WAH! These are the same people who eye the Pakistani guy in the Quickie Mart, convinced he could have a bomb on him RIGHT NOW.
Good god.
posted by Karabou at 11:23 PM EST
January 8, 2006
The Future is...Zardoz.
We actually sat through the majority of Zardoz last night. I mean, I've heard stories for years about how bad this film was, but until you've seen it in all its glory, you just don't comprehend the level of "bad" it reaches. I mean, this movie sets the bar. It is the ONLY movie I can admit is worse than Mission to Mars. It is the first movie to ever win that title. Although, it was so bizarre, non-sensical, and disjointed that much of it was actually laughable and thereby entertaining. So I guess enterainment-wise, Mission to Mars is still the worst film I've ever seen.
I've been putting off packing for this week's trip. I knew as soon as I started I would just stress about forgetting things. And it's begun. I know I'll forget SOMETHING; I just hope it's not something critical...like dress shoes. But I already packed those, so they're off the list.
Anyway, I should probably try to finish packing what I can tonight. I'm not looking forward to 20+ hours stuffed in a van with 8 other people and their luggage this week. Hurrah.
posted by Karabou at 9:55 PM EST
January 7, 2006
Queen of Queens
I went to the "Entertainer of the Year" contest at Celebrity last night. I was expecting something more along the lines of the Miss Celebrity contest they hold at New Year's Eve, but this seemed more of a performance-karaoke type of thing.
A friend of mine from WoW was competing. His shows were fantastic. He blew everyone else out of the water. Only a couple of them could actually sing; the rest were just painful.
Brent's first show was from Rocky Horror. He did it justice, making his roommate Cory throw up in his mouth a little when he saw Brent in his costume, rehearsing his number in his living room. Even Tim Curry was scary in that outfit. But his show was superb. After that, there were some large ladies, a guy who didn't know the lyrics to the song he picked (Doe a deer), a guy who danced like a maniac between sets but stood like a corpse while performing, and one guy who attempted to sing "Beauty School Dropout" but freaked out and ran off the stage not once, not twice, but three times.
Brent's second show was composed of the following:
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Brent dressed as slave-girl Leia
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His friend in a Jabba the Hutt costume holding him back on a chain (a la Return of the Jedi)
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A dancing Ewok
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Luke Skywacker saving the day
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And two Twil'lek back-up dancers
...all while Brent sang lyrics to Britney Spears' "I'm a Slave for You." The audience was howling. He really put a lot of hard work into it. After he won the competition (it wasn't much of one), he did an encore number to "My Humps," which was mixed with a bunch of whip cracks (the DJ hates this song because every gay in the place requests it about 347 times a night). Apparently, a lot of Queens like to do songs with whip cracks that they can snap their hands and feet out to, which the DJ at Celebrity despises. So as a jab, Brent's whip cracks eventually reached a fever pitch, and he was flapping across the stage like an epileptic marionette. At which point, I was laughing so hard I couldn't take a picture. Check out the gallery for pics.
If the galleries are loading slowly, drop me a comment. I'll try and fix them next weekend after I get back.
posted by Karabou at 1:23 PM EST
January 5, 2006
More Moore please
I finished The Watchmen tonight. It was amazing. I'm always boggled by intricate and referential plots. I just don't know how they do it. I can write marketing copy all day long, but I just can't figure out how you seam stuff like that together coherently. Mists of Avalon blew my mind. Oh well, at least I can admit that to myself rather than going about life thinking I'm an awesome creative writer.
I guess we're always our own worst critics. I think most of the designs I produce at work are total crap, but everyone else there thinks I shit gold. They treat me like I know what I'm doing. It's completely bizarre. But I like it.
I can draw pretty well; I just have no passion for it. When I was studying graphic design, I had to draw for hours almost every night. While I could see improvement in my skill, I never felt like my work compared to even the semi-talented in my classes. And I really didn't enjoy it. I love my current job, though. I think I prefer creating digital art and design over traditional artistic methods. Screwed up? Ctr+z and all is well. <3
I remember typography class. I loved it, but when we did our final presentation, I felt like my design looked like it was done by a 9-yr-old compared to the awesome work some of the students produced. I got a B, but I couldn't figure out why.
Anyway, Mike lent me League of Ex. Gents, and when he finishes V for Vendetta, I'm going to read that one, too. I need to pick up some more Hellboy. I also need $1 million and a pony.
posted by Karabou at 11:20 PM EST
January 3, 2006
Banger and bury her
I watched the Banger Sisters Sunday night. I've wanted to see it, but I had no desire to pay money for it. So cable was good enough. It was one of many chick flicks that had the potential to be funny or interesting and succeeded at neither. I was seriously disturbed by the sight of Susan Sarandon in skin-tight clothes. She looked like my grandma dressed as a hooker. It was horrifying. Goldie, she's still hot, except for her new fish lips. Collagen is not your friend, ladies. If you aren't born with a mouth like Angelina Jolie's, you're just going to look like a suckerfish if you try to force it.
Monday, Kev and I watched Secret Window. Johnny Depp was okay, but I figured out the Fight Club ending the moment I saw John Turturro walk on the screen, less than 5 minutes into the movie. The first half the movie was pretty good, but it steadily went downhill from there. Once the bad-guy-is-all-in-my-head crap was finally confirmed, it made sense, but it had already been marred by the seeming stupidity of Depp's character's actions. I did enjoy the less-than-happy ending, though.
posted by Karabou at 11:05 PM EST
January 1, 2006
2006: 50% less sanity
How did I ring in the new year? I did some dishes. I did a load of laundry. I turned on Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits (yes I admit to owning and liking it, so there), and started reading The Watchmen. A 11:59, I attempted to find Dick Clarkbot's New Year's Eve thingie, failed dismally, and settled on Regis and Kelly. On the upside, I watched a 9-foot NYPD ram his tongue in Kelly's face and out the back through the hole he created. Then, I remembered MTV usually has some popular band do a cover of some "classic" song (by their standards). I hurriedly flipped over to it, only to be absolutely clueless who these "damned kids" were that were trying to pass themselves off as punk rock, doing a cover of "Let the Good Times Roll."
And...I have officially become a "crazy cat lady." The New Year's Eve at midnight, I kissed my cat (not on the lips perv, just between the ears). Probably not for the first time in my sad-ass life, either. I've been cooped up in this apartment for three straight days, and my sanity is starting to unwind. In short, this has been, unequivocally, one of the worst NY's ever, through no fault of anyone really.
On top of the sinus infection Kev was diagnosed with on Friday afternoon, he also came down with the flu Friday night, spewing from every orifice of his body as far as I can tell. But I'm not sure because I've been hiding in the PC room ever since I heard the first gag. I immediately hooked myself up to a Lysol IV and took 5000mg of Vitamin C. Every time he manages to crawl from the couch to the bathroom, I run out, Lysol everything, then flee back to the safety of the other room. The bathroom will probably smell like Lysol for the next 4 years.
Needless to say, the party was finally, truly, totally, officially cancelled Friday night. I'd already figured it wasn't going to happen earlier this week. But I was holding out some sliver of hope he would have a miraculous sinus healing. Alas, such things never happen. I can't help but feel sorry for him. He's been miserable for over a week now. At least he's been able to keep the antibiotics down long enough that he's ingesting at least some of their bacteria-killing goodness to combat the sinus part.
If I could go into the office tomorrow, I would. I am THAT bored. I'm tired of soloing in DAoC, or I'd try to entertain myself with at least that. DV was gung-ho about leveling me in the beginning, but I think they'd rather just play their SB's. And I can't blame them. Leveling in that game is so damn boring. But if I'm going to solo, I might as well just stick with WoW. It's easier, more interesting, and I would at least be able to catch up to someone to play with at least once a week. As it is, I log on, and I'm immediately lonely and bored.
When I ask if anyone minds some company when they ARE leveling, I'm greeted with, "Oh, I'm just going to finish this run, and I'm logging." And an hour later, they're still in there "finishing up." Or they're going to an expansion I don't have. How many times can Mythic expect you to go through the same F-ing task dungeon or $20 cave? It's boring. It sucks. I just wanted to play with some friends, but I'm beginning to feel like it's just too hard to catch up in that game. And I really suck at stealth classes, so RVR with that will probably not prove fun for me.
Don't get me wrong. I don't expect to be babysat or be given cookies every time I log on. Getting help once a week would suffice. I dunno. My 2nd month already started, so I guess I'll wait till the end of January to decide.
posted by Karabou at 1:01 Am EST
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