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It’s Friday, which means all sorts of things. For most it sets the countdown clock before beer-o-clock. For me it just means that I get two days of not sitting in front of two computers (just the one) and a reboot of To Do list and reports and *head on desk* I need a mini vacation I think.  That and to slip Theo something so he sleeps beyond 4am every morning. I guess the best way to do that is to keep him up and awake until 930 or 10… but you can see my dilemma. Get sleep now or get sleep later. Luckily I am a moderate morning person, so it isn’t TOO bad getting up this GORAM early, just… annoying.

Goodbye Hummer. May you rest in pieces.

Seriously, I do like them, not for Soccer Mom transport, but all the nifty can-go-anywhere-if-you-get-the-robust-model not thesuper-fly-bling-model. And the whole self inflating tires thing always made me lament. Because, when the world societyends it would be better to have a Hummer than a Prius. *flame me sure, but you know it’s true* Can you imagine trying to off road in a Prius? Or one of those mini cars? I mean really? And how can you feel safe when a horde of zombies has you surrounded? This is common sense people. You’ll want something huge and metally. Right? It’s just a thought. *shrug*

And hey, I love Orca (get it right asshats call them by their actual name! stop being bigots! Respect the Whale!) Whalesas much as the next person. Okay, maybe considerably more, as I hail from the Great Pacific Northwest where we have pods of Orca living in the waters here, and I totally have an Orca tattoo on my arm (which is awesome and thus makes me more awesome) but seriously. WILD animals are just that. No matter how much fish you give them, one day they will freak out, or play a little rough. Just ask Siegfried and Roy. I’m sad to hear that the young trainer lost her life, but did one think that a giant creature stuck in a tiny little pond forced to do tricks in the name of science (it’s clearly all about the BenJahmins) would not be the happiest of little mammals. And when something that is weighed in TONS wants to play? A little 100+ lbs person is going to end up hurt. I get hurt when my 30+ lb dog plays rough. Do the math. It is not cool to keep something locked up and expect it to be docile. Okay?

COMPANY X was totally getting on my last nerve yesterday, to the point where I had to do the one thing that my job sort of looks down on me doing. Which is saying an outright NO. Generally in the business world the rule of the day is to say NO, but say it in a way that it comes across as you saying that someone else, above you, in control who has the power (he who controls the spice controls the universe) said no. So you are still seen as an advocate and go getter. But, yeah, there are those times when the idiosynchrocies of a request are so backwards and illogical, that I slip and say NO. Which… yeah. No I can’t tell you why I said it (pesky rules) so you are probably just looking at the screen with glazed over eyes. Sorry about that.

Ooh! Pretty!

My way of helping get the eye glaze to skedaddle. Gaaaaa. I love Cara and Kahlan and their interactions. TV and Book ‘verses. I just started reading The Temple of the Winds again last night. The whole beginning is Cara / Kahlan -riffic. *happy fangirl noises*

I’m not mad per say that Felicia Day will be otherwise engaged and not attending the ECCC. Srsly, I’m not. I respect her as an artist and a creator and hell everyone needs to eat (and thus work) so I get it. I was just fangirl pouting for a few hours. But it will work itself out in the end, and happiness will be had. There will be squeees of joy and laughter I am sure at ECCC this year. I just wanted to be sure to put that out there, because, I wouldn’t want you all to think I am that crazy angry sort of asshole. At least not all the time. *smirk*

Okay. Time to get to work. Yay!

Ah, dear sweet MOZ (morrissey) with your angst riddled catchy pop beats how I love thee.

So, WTF world? It’s only Wednesday? How is that possible. I swear we should be to late Thursday already. It just feels wrong for it to only be… today. *shrug* I need to find me someone who knows about time travel. I’ll make a note and get right on that.

I feel a little sorry and a little jealous for all the folks in the Midwest and back east getting hit with winter storms. Yesterday it was sunny and 50 degrees … again. Huh. What gives, and where did winter go? Because aside from those couple weeks where it was in the teens? It’s been down right balmy this year. For all you folks on the east coast and other places where it is actually still winter. This is for you.

Dear teenage boys. Take note, you are currently in your prime. You are as good looking as you will ever be. You are as physically strong as you will be, and you are virile as you will be. As in, it is all downhill from here. Me? I’m in my prime now, and can still kick your ass, yes  I am decades wiser than you. So. Fuck Off. (/rant)

No nothing specific happened, I just goofed yesterday and went to the corner grocery store just after school ended, so it was crawling with manner-less goons. *rolls eyes* Maybe I am just peeved that they see me and think old. Because I don’t feel old. I feel sort of young and cool. Bah. Whatever.

Castle this week was awesome. Next week, rerun *sad face* and the DVR hiccuped and didn’t record all the trashy fun that Bravo had on Monday night. *tear* But luckily Bravo replays everything like 15 times. So, I’ll have better luck this week. And I do know that most of those shows will rot my brain. I can’t help but be excited though, because RHWofNYC starts up again next month. WORD!

I just love the father daughter relationship on Castle. Nathan you are excellent at playing a softy. There were tears in my jaded eyes last night. There were!

Alright work, here I come!

The ghost of Christmas present decided, for it’s big finale of the day to kill the TV. Now I am not being over the top dramatic. Not even poetically vague. I am being straight up. The TV died. Or to be even more black and white literal. The screen died, and we just have sound. On Christmas. *sobs* See, I, like the rest of the majority of Americans see Christmas as the perfect movie day. (because TV programming is HORRID) and well, as we have a little bundle of fur and teeth, and cannot yet leave him home alone we had planned on watching movies. But then. TV. Dead. It is a sign of the coming apocalypse! I know it!

Better news? Repair person is coming out this afternoon to look at it and (by the grace of god) fix it. So. Updates later.

So what have I been doing in the days since? No, not crying my little eyes out. Though, thought about it. Rather I have been doing research (via Buffy and Angel DVDs) and writing up a storm. Because my fandom is better than your fandom, and well hell, when you have writers block on your really intense and drawn out scifi / fantasy novel, how better to proceed than writing fanficiton? I know, see, logic!

And in my reseasrch I have discovered a couple of things, that I knew, but that are reinforced. Fred’s death on Angel… is so gut wrentching I still cry – even though I know it is coming, and I have seen it 10+ times. Still! Tears in my eyes. And add to that Illyria is one of the best characters in the Whedon verse, and I am so bummed that the show ended when it did, because there could have been so much more to explore there. Thirdly, Amy Acker is fucking genius. And I am SOOOOOO excited for her return on DOLLHOUSE in a couple weeks (and the TV will be fixed by then damnit!)

I am sort of looking forward to the first ten years of the 2000’s ending, and it is pretty clear that I am not alone in that. Perhaps reflection will be taking place soon. But not now, as I have to go pick up the Puppy from Kindercare, and wait on repair person, and write more of course.

It is either hormones or I simply over did it on the whole Christmas music thing, because I am banging my gong of Grinch-dom at the moment. I am on a short leash at current. It is probably having to do with a multitude of things, like how COMPANY X does this funny thing every year at this time, they freak the F out and want everything fixed now, and they think everything is going wrong… and this is merely because they go on a company wide vacation starting next week, and they doddle for months on things, and so it is my fault things are as they are. To which I say, oh no it ain’t bitches. Your stress is not my stress, and thus when you send me ten emails all before 630am about some asinine issue, I will instead play games on Facebook before responding to you. So suck that. Plus games area a nice way to wake up before dealing with them, and well, now that I am mandatory 8 hour day ONLY. (FTW) I don’t start until 7am. So there. *two finger salute* Bring on the Industrial Music Bitches!!!!

Something else arbitrary, I like the McCafe mocha and Caramel lattes. I didn’t want to. Honest I didn’t. But I thought I would try them, and they are good, and hell in a hand basket, as my income has taken a nose dive (see the above 8 hours a day only thing) spending 5 bucks on a cappuccino just isn’t going to happen often any more. but 2.50? Sure! So I am one of THOSE people now. Great. Pass the party favors. Hazzah (all said in that dead panned way)

I have no clue what is on TV tonight, or what I am watching. The days, well face it, weeks with the new addition to my life has made things a blur, and made me sort of brain numb. Along with me popping Extra Strength Tylenol now like it is TicTacs. things are as they are. I may talk more about this later, but for now, something I will rarely ever do! A pic of me, and the new addition.

His name should be Son of Sam. He is evil 98% of the time. Cute the other 2%. No. His name is not Son of Sam, or Daemon. But we thought about it.

Oh look. Time to take him out again… go figure.

Now I don’t want to be one of those sayer’s of Nay, but WTF? What gives dear earth? Why are we having all of these shake rattle and rolls? And sure all the scientists are saying this isn’t normal, but do they really know what is normal and what isn’t normal? As in… could this be the apocalypse? And if so I am screwed, because I do not have my complete Apocalyptic Kit ready. Drat. But in all seriousness, my thoughts and prayers to all those dealing with the earthquakes and Tsunamis. It’s enough to freak me the hell out. A little.

My virtual Echo just walked across my screen, in a lovely red gown and shook a bottle of champagne… why do I feel 1000 degrees of dirty right now? Doh!

I am completely in love with this picture right now. There is something so right about the work of banksy. I have always been drawn to it, but I just feel it, like it is right as rain, and it is somethig I can relate too. I will do more research and perhaps write more on it later. But for now I just look at this image and it makes me feel so many different things. And as the rain has returned to Western Washington perhaps I feel it all the more. That understanding, the relatability, that I too feel like this girl, on the sunniest summer days, that the rain is under my umbrella, under my skin, painting the world around me in liquid color of grey and green. Or something. Enjoy!