September 2006 Archive

September 27, 2006
I ch-ch-choose you Bitch-a-chu!
For lack of anything worth posting that's not a totally incoherent rant on the downfalls of working with women, here's a conversation that kept me sane today.
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Friend #1: Okay, I get stupid emails all the time from well-meaning family members who don't know better even though they are extremely intelligent people otherwise.
But the photo with this “forward-to-78-people-or-your-genitals-will-fall-off” email is killing me. Is it me, or does it look like the one in the back is about to take some kind of vengeance on that other angel? lmao
Friend #2: Wow, apparently heaven is full of hot bleach-blonde angels in togas (and at least 50% of them are already on their knees). Now I can't WAIT to die!!
Me: What, you've never seen angel sepuku being performed?

If the angel kneeling screams when she rams the sword
in her gut, the one standing behind her cuts her head
off, so she can retain her honor.

Christ. You'd think nerds would know SOMETHING about
angels committing sepuku. I mean, it's in all the
history books.
Friend #2: Is it true that if an angel draws her sword it can't be returned to it's sheath until it has tasted blood? Who would win in a three-way between Wolverine, Mecha-godzilla, and angry Sword angel? (answer: Evvvvvverybodyyyyyy)
Is it true that all warrior angels go "Brazilian" and all mercy angels go "Mr. T"? Do cherubs come from pregnant chick angels? If so, do they refer to it as the "hot beef injection" in heaven or do the call it "the winged beast with 2 backs"?
Is the difference between Seraphim and Cherubim that one hangs from the top of the cave and the other grows up out of the bottom? What do they eat in heaven? It sure as hell better not be apples!
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And that, folks, was all that stood between me and crawling into the paper shredder to end it all today. It's a thin rope I tread these days.
September 25, 2006
BWL Attunement from hell
I tried to get everything done by Saturday this weekend, so I'd have Sunday to do absolutely nothing. And it was a good call. After getting thoroughly chilled and soaked to the bone on Saturday, it was nice to sit in my pajamas all day Sunday. I finished up the laundry and tried to make sure Kev had everything he needed.

This morning I woke from a nightmare about BWL Attunement. If you don't know what that is, you don't play WoW. Rejoice in your non-nerdiness.

Anyway, it was completely bizarre, including a 6-yr-old girl who was partially skinned, baked, and about to have her legs chopped off for sub sandwiches...while still alive. They were basting her legs in a mix of oil and vinegar or something, and she was writhing around horrifically. In the dream, I was convinced it was all fake, but the two ghoulish grandmas that were doing this were just creepy. There were some other weird things, like feeling like I was being pulled through a crawlspace feet first while going unconcious. And the funny part is, none of this has anything to do with the BWL Attunement quest. My fucked up brain created some hellish bizarrity out of no where.

When I woke up, I had that awful feeling. You know, where you feel freaked out and just...bad...like you've been a part of something really awful. Bleh.
And on another note, the DDN Online sucks. But what else is new?

Their newly re-vamped website is the biggest pile of shit I've ever seen. There's a fraction of information available compared to their last website.

The 5/3 Bank in Fairborn 's Kroger was robbed yesterday at gunpoint in the early afternoon. Is it even mentioned on the website? Nooooo. They have 157 murder stories on the front page, most of which aren't even local. And two of the stories are the exact same one with different titles. Lame.

DDN just keeps slipping further and further down. If the stories in the actual paper are as riddled with typos and bad grammar as what's on the site, no wonder readership is dropping through the floor. If they can't be timely, they should at least be newsworthy.

How about we get a picture of a girl with a snake on the front page the next time we have a bomb scare? (Inside joke) Sounds like that's where they're headed.
September 22, 2006
Status
Kev's surgery went just fine. He's home and resting. He'll be off his feet for a week, but after that, he should start returning to normal.
The best part is that the packing in his sinuses will turn to oatmeal and have to be sucked out with a vacuum. Chew on that one.
September 20, 2006
Aaaah
I finished off Dr. Who tonight. The season ender was one of the best episodes of any show I've ever seen. I used to watch Buffy and sob like a baby, but this made me feel something...spiritual. It was absolutely amazing.
A chill was in the air for the first time this summer. I think tomorrow is the first official day of autumn, and it's fitting. The trees are slowly starting to turn, and my list for day-after-Thanksgiving shopping has begun. Cold weather, for whatever reason, invokes thoughts of snuggling in thermal blankets, warm sweaters, hot breath freezing on the air, and warm cookies.
Maybe I'm looking forward to fall because last fall was a normal one. I did normal things and had normal thoughts about normal happenings. Not everything revolved around certain incidents. Not everyday was spent in consternation of trying to figure out why we're here and what it all means. Not every quiet moment was filled with somber contemplation.
Kev's surgery is Friday. Good thoughts, everyone. Good thoughts.
September 17, 2006
Blah
It's been a nice weekend. I left my hole for the first time in weeks to do something other than work. Had lunch out with some pleasant people Saturday. It was a beautiful day to check out the Greene, which is pretty but really not all that. There are some unique stores there, but I've been to Easton (pretty much the same thing but in a more advanced state), so it wasn't earth-shattering. But they have some new restaurants to the area that I'm keen to try out eventually.

Then I went to Kirtan in the evening, which was exactly what I needed. I talked to my yoga teacher for a bit afterwards, and I'm looking forward to being able to go back to it eventually. Another 3 weeks of total restriction, and then I can start s.l.o.w.l.y. getting back into working out. I'm not making the same mistake twice. /grumble

Tuesday, I've got to go to Columbus for some marketing meeting, which I really have no clue how I'll be contributing to it because I have no idea what to say or do. But oh well, I'll go. Free lunch.

I feel like I should be taking advantage of the glorious weather we're having, but I just can't find the energy or ambition. I know I'm wasting perfect days huddling in front of my PC, but I just don't care.

Hmmm...maybe I shouldn't post my Personality Type quiz results here....
September 12, 2006
Stasis
To make myself feel better last night, I watched In Her Shoes. I was pleasantly surprised that it had some substance and was somewhat riveting. I highly recommend it. It was better than watching a six year old scry the future from cereal boxes.
And tonight, I watched Brick. Brilliant. A 50's detective noir film packaged in a high school setting. It's definitely worth watching. Check it out. That kid from 3rd Rock should get more work. He's amazing in it.
I gotta make sure I get to bed early tonight. I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a cold. I felt like I was drowning in snot. /ugh I'm huddled with my ThroatCoat herbal tea (which is the nectar of the gods and a cure for what ails ya when you have a cold). I swear by it. That and Orange Cream Fruit Breezers. Without those two things, I would curl up and cry.
I blame being depressed for catching a cold. I always seem to pick something up any time I get really down for any period of time. "You saw the truth of his transition at first; then, naturally, you must experience your human grief for this to be integrated." Wise words from a wise friend. And words that certainly made me feel better.
September 11, 2006
No comment
I don't have much to say about September 11th other than it's way to soon and too personal for falsified docu-dramas, movies, and any of that other horse shit. I tried to watch Spike Lee's documentary on Katrina and just ended up blubbering on the couch, so I turned it off.
That said, it's been a rough few days. Grief has been the most bizarre experience of my life. The last three days have been the darkest I think I've ever experienced. I think about how unhappy my dad was the last 10 years. I think about what a shame it was that he spent so much time and energy stewing in unhappiness that he forgot to live. In recent years, I think he'd figured out that it was time to do something to make himself feel alive. But it wasn't soon enough.
I cry at the drop of a hat. I feel completely empty. I truly wonder what the point of it all is. I just don't get it. Why do people that try so damn hard never make it further than treading water, barely keeping their heads above water, only to struggle for decades and eventually drown anyway. It's just stupid, and pointless, and utterly meaningless.
Enough whining.
Kev and I are going to go see Luxury Pushers on Thursday night after much whining and begging from outside parties. I'm kind of looking forward to it and dreading it all in the same breath.
My rib has so far remained in its correct place after it randomly popped back in last Thursday, thus finally proving it was, indeed, a slipped rib that's caused me 5 months of misery. I'm back on anti-inflammatories, and I'm supposed to be icing it. But I've always hated icing injuries. So that's probably just not going to happen.
I need to drink more.
Well, it's dark, so I can go get the mail in my pajamas.
September 4, 2006
A damn shame
Kev was playing WoW last night with an Australian. Sometime around 1am, the guy told everyone that Steve Irwin had been killed by a stingray. Wow. wtf?
But I guess when you play with wildlife, you eventually get stung. I had a huge amount of respect for the croc hunter. I think he was successfully teaching a new generation to value and respect the delicate balance of nature. While his crazy antics were often dangerous, and some felt they downplayed the dangerous nature of some animals, I think he was also able to highlight just how dangerous wild animals were. Seeing how a croc flies out of a pool may look really cool, but it also sent a chill down your spine at how efficient those eating machines really were.
An unfortunate event. Hats off to you Irwin. /salute
September 3, 2006
Pass the pudding
I haven't felt like doing much of anything this weekend, except sit in my pajamas, stuff my face, and alternate between WoW and TiVO. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I've contemplated going to the Heritage Festival this weekend, but I really don't feel like putting in the effort to clothe myself and drive an hour to get there, much less walk around alone among a bunch of mountain-man and Native American re-enactors. I would really like a lemon-strawberry shake-up though. Hmm. More sugar for the fat god!
We watched Bloodrayne tonight. Holy shit was that bad. I have never seen a movie, even a Sci-Fi Original, that had such amazingly awful stage weapons so close up on camera. And the ending...what the f--- did that ending even mean? It culminated in a 5-minute montage of all the goriest scenes of the movie replayed up to three times. Completely bizarre. And while it was a stinking pile of platypus crap, it was still better than Catwoman. Chew on that one.
After that, we watched Benchwarmers. I was reluctant to watch it, even though I initially thought the trailer looked pretty good. Embarrassing, but I like Rob Schneider and David Spade. /shrug
It ended up being really funny without a bunch of schmaltzy, do-gooder, family crap. I was pleasantly surprised. Check it out.
September 2, 2006
Stolen Summer
With highs only in the 70s for the next week, it looks like summer is over. I definitely feel like my summer was stolen. I didn't get to go hiking more than three times this summer, went swimming once, and the rest was eaten alive by grief and drama. It's going to be a long, cold winter.
My trip to Omaha was fairly uneventful. No one died while we were filming in the ICU this time, but it was rather exciting that the regional marketing "manager" for the 3 locations wasn't smart enough to realize that the hospitals should have had more notice than when we showed up in the lobby with a camera crew. Moron.
We did find an honest-to-god, authentic German restaurant, which was quite a treat; although, their spaetzle wasn't nearly as good as my aunt's. I don't think anyone's is. I gotta learn how to make it someday to carry it on.
But I'm home, safe and sound. Hurrah.