Sunday, October 28, 2007

I love it when I can hear the kitties snoring but I can't see where they are because they're hidden someplace fun. I love being a kitty mommy. :) :)

Poppy is amused

Dawg snacked me into a full-on meal this week:

I really don't think I'm quite that entertaining, but apparently I'm wrong.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

This video is very relevant to me.

Not all is lost when I can't attend the Avitable party of the year.

I may be missing the party itself but I will be living vicariously through Fab's drunk texts this evening. Yay. :) :)

(Actually, I'm a little scared.)


Am I the only one who wonders aloud in my head, "what would Tyler Durden do?"

Yes? Hmm. Ok.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about:
1. You are no longer cool.
2. You haven't seen Fight Club enough or perhaps read a Chuck Palahniuk novel lately.
3. You don't read celebrity blogs.
4. You've repressed. Unrepress, silly.

Natalie Portman is a goddess

She's beautiful.

(No disagreeing allowed. This means you.)

Friday, October 26, 2007

Confercation days 7-9 highlights

I'm sorry to anyone who was really looking forward to the specific babbling, but I can't do the long posts so I'll do bullets:

  • It's hard for me to not want to move to Texas after visiting B.
    B and me :)
  • I like Cheesecake Factory fried mac and cheese.
  • I like the Dallas Arboretum.
  • B and I made a vlog for Sourpuss while at the arboretum, and I hope someday B will post it or at least give it to Sour because it's HILARIOUS.
  • I like helping B shop for new skinny girl clothes (girl, you skinny).
  • I won't drink lemon drops ever again. :)
  • I will smoke cigars again, but I'll make B pick them.

  • I will try to never fly while hung over again.
  • I enjoyed being Dawg's first blogger he ever met and being the first blogger to do Cereal Wednesday with him. He even gave me a(nother!) present of one of the PostSecret books signed by Frank Warren. And a sloop (spoon straw) from Cereality, which is in my silverware drawer waiting for me to eat cereal that is Cap'n Crunch ... but bluer!
  • It's good to be home, but now my mind is contemplating life choices more than ever.

And so concludes the confercation highlights.

Oh good, now everyone can stop complaining.

I mentioned coComment in the comments of one of my posts for those who were bitching that I am still on Blogger, but apparently the Blogger people read my comments and decided to just implement their own solution:

(Click the photo to learn more.) About fucking time.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

I am internet famous

Miss Britt would like me to share with you all that I am internet famous. (A link to the featured video is here.)

Just for the record, I wasn't trying to be. I'd rather be a rich recluse. :D

Wednesday, October 24, 2007


Dwight: Are you near sighted or far sighted?
Ben Franklin: Both. That is why I invented the bifocal.

Love that show...


It's possible I could listen to "Lack of Color" by Death Cab for Cutie all. day. today without getting sick of it ever.

I'm not really talking about the video, I'm talking about just listening to it in iTunes over and over again. I don't need the imagery, I have my own images to put to it, but I offer the video version so you can listen along. :)

Monday, October 22, 2007

Confercation day 6

J, K, and I wake up, roll outta bed, and head directly to Epcot. Let me just say, I have no idea why we revisited Epcot while I was there. I was at Epcot on day 2. J and K have both been to Epcot. I didn't plan stuff. I guess I could ask why we revisited Epcot instead of hitting another park, but ... yah, we'll just leave it at that.

So, more of the same stuff, mostly. Redid Test Track, Mission Space, and Soarin'. Then we also did the Finding Nemo talk which was super dull, but I got to see a bunch of stingrays and jellyfish so I can't complain.

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I only had a little bit of time left so we ate lunch. I had Chinese food then we drove back to the hotel in a mad dash to get me showered, dressed, packed, and downstairs for 1:15pm so that Douglas the town car driver (SHUT. IT.) could drive me back to the airport to fly out to see B.

On the way to the airport I was so tired that I didn't talk to Douglas at all. I'm normally not quite so... rude... in one-on-one situations, but I was just too tired to do anything more than rest my eyes. When I got to the airport I checked my bags curbside, but ... no boarding pass. I didn't know better so I went inside and waited in the (wrong line) for over an hour. I was yelled at by the woman behind the ticket counter about this. I don't take kindly to waiting in a line for an hour then being yelled at for doing that WITHOUT COMPLAINT TO YOU so I said something slightly snippy to her and we got on with the process of getting me that boarding pass.

P1000624.JPG The flight itself was uneventful. I arrived to Dallas, went down the escalator to baggage claim, and THERE WAS B LOOKING UP AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I waved my cute girl wave and she waved back! And then I shoved the guy in front of me out of the way (not really, but I was fake shoving him from behind) then I ran over to B and we gave each other a huge hug. My bags popped right out and we were on our way to dinner! (Note: I am kinda certain this photo embarrasses B, but it is my second favorite photo from the whole trip. My favorite photo will be listed on day 7.)

I met B's DH (whose name I know) in the parking lot of the restaurant (the name of which I forget), then we all wandered in for fanfuckingtastic Tex-Mex food. After dinner we went to their house where I met the kittos. I have photos of BlackJack, Kino, and Menchi but I have ZERO photos of Joey because he was zonked out in B and DH's room. I really thought I took photos of him, but I can't find them anywhere. How can that be? I know we spent a bit of antisocial time at the dining table, but I don't really remember much else about that night. I was exhausted. :)

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Confercation day 5, part 2

This time the line at Earl of Sandwich was slightly shorter and moving quickly so we stayed. I ordered the original sandwich (roast beef and cheese with mayo), a chocolate milk, a fountain soda (have I ever mentioned I'm a 2-fisted drinker?), and a bag of BBQ chips. J and I went to a table outside where J proceeded to apologize for about the 15 millionth time for G's behavior. Lemme let you in on a little secret: I get over stuff VERY quickly. You piss me off and I've bounced back five minutes later, if it takes even that long. So, continuing to remind me about a situation is like it being brand new. I don't care anymore, and now you're annoying me by rehashing it! And, speak of the effing devil, somehow G figures out where we are and comes to join us. He eats my chips, drinks my chocolate milk, and belches. A charming man.

We all walk over to the Cirque tent so that J can get a La Nouba souvenir now that there's no crowd because the first show of the day isn't for several hours. While on the way there G just wanders into House of Blues without saying anything. J and I start blathering about Raglan Road again (hey, what can I say, it's a favorite topic) then G wanders out with hot sauce. We continue to Cirque and J buys souvenirs while I pretend to be interested in buying anything there. We then head to the cigar shop version of the cigar bar so that I can buy cigars for my TX leg of the trip to smoke with B and her DH. I attempt to text B for consultation on what cigars to get, but she's at work so she doesn't respond fast enough. I buy cigars with a lion on them (1. I am a leo; 2. I love cats; 3. rawr) and we move along back to the hotel because it's time for J's girlfriend (my friend) K and G's wife S to arrive from the airport to our old hotel with a rental car!!!

When we arrive I am all nasty sweaty and hot from the Orlando sun but I give K a big hug anyway. I then meet G's wife S who I had been told I am a lot alike... Yah, not so much. It's not that we don't have similar physical features, it's that she's a fucking bitch and won't even acknowledge my existence. I take higher road and put my hand out to shake hers; she coldly offers her own in return. I'm sure she and G will be very happy together forever. Gahhhh.... J, G, and I grab all our stuff from the bell service and shove it into the rental car. Because of space J decides to walk across the street rather than be sandwiched next to G and S who are full-on making out in the back seat.

We arrive to the Regal Sun across the street, check into our rooms (I'm staying with J and K because I'm only there for a night), then G and S wander off to go do it while the rest of us go to our room to prepare for Magic Kingdom. J, K, and I leave to go to the kingdom because we are informed that G and S will be running late. J, K, and I arrive then do a lot of fun stuff, such as Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, It's a Small World, Mickey's PhilharMagic, the Pooh ride, and Tomorrowland. Pictureses...

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We then walked over to the castle and watched the fireworks. No photos of that. I know they're supposed to be impressive, but... I've been to La Ronde. A lot. It's hard to impress me with simple fireworks set to music. (shrug, I'm a fireworks snob)

A break in the post to compare....

La Ronde (YAR):

Magic Kingdom (yawn):

...resuming confercation.

After fireworks we spent exactly one hour trying to get back to the car with G and S who we finally located via S's cell phone. We then drove 10 minutes back to the hotel so that J, K, and I could get ungrubby then head back to Downtown Disney for ... RAGLAN ROAD!!!!!!!! We got a seat right next to the band (squeeeeeeeeee!!!!) then K ordered a margarita, J ordered a whiskey, and I ordered (grin) a whiskey AND a Smithwick's. (Double. fisted. drinker.) I am the only one who got to have a buzz going because the waiter was super awesome at serving us when he was around, but he didn't visit much. I had fish and chips. I don't eat fish, but JFC that fish was TASTY. The waiter finally came back around and K ordered another margarita while J and I ordered Harps. J and I stared intently at Danielle every time she danced.

(I just found this video. I am resmittened.)


After this we stumbled back to the hotel where we all did a shot of Maelstrom (btw, a mistake, I had to grab onto J's shoulder because it burned so bad going down I thought I would die) then went to bed to wake up bright and early for my last day in FL.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Confercation day 5, part 1

I woke up, rolled outta bed, showered and got dressed, then went downstairs to meet J at which time he reminded me that we needed to check out by 11am to go across the street to the Regal Sun (BWAHAHAHAHA, oh, the irony) because the conference ends today and we're paying for the hotel so we're staying someplace cheaper. F.U.C.K. I definitely forgot ALLLLLLLLL about that. G makes an appearance and tells us, "oh, just tell the front desk you need a late checkout time." So, J and I tell the front desk we need a late checkout time, and now we can stay in our rooms until 12:30pm. Yaaaaaaaaay.

We all three head to breakfast and eat stuff. (Again, you wanna know what I eat for breakfast you follow me around. It's not my fault you're not properly stalking me.) After breakfast J and I went to the final session, which happened to be the best session of all. It had to do with whole-disk encryption and centrally managing policies and passwords for those machines. In a mixed environment the presenter found that PGP was the best option. At $150-$250 a seat I have no idea how they were able to work out this model, because that's fucking expensive. For my company the price per seat would be way less because we have thousands of employees, but still. I wanted to ask why they weren't just trying out BitLocker for Vista and built-in encryption for Win 2k/XP, then File Vault and disk image 128-bit encryption for Mac, but I only got to ask one question and the one question I did ask was the best question of the day. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say I ask a mean question. ;) After whole-disk encryption was a presentation about educating employees about security. This particular company somehow has a big budget for creating all kinds of material to educate their users. I asked the killer question in that presentation, which I'll share with you: How'd they get the buy-in from the suits? They didn't have an awesome answer for that. They are from West Virginia. Somehow I'm just thinking that West Virginia is more hospitable to security, whereas France could give a flying fuck. I think I should move to West Virginia and join this team. :) The final presentation was about herding cats aka employees to be on board with desktop security. It was an interesting presentation with no great answers, just questions. :)

P1000316.JPG After this last presentation I skipped the closing remarks to go pack up my room. J, G, and I met in the lobby and checked all our bags with the bell service then we headed out to Downtown Disney where I got lost in the magic of World of Disney. I almost bought stuff and then decided not to bother because I was crashing and needed food. J informed me that G had actually left about 10 minutes earlier to go find food, with no plan of how to find us since he doesn't carry around his cell phone, so J and I went to Earl of Sandwich. ...

(This post is going to be fucking long. And I'm only up to 1pm. I'm publishing part 1 in the hopes that I'll be way less verbose in part 2. That'd be nice.)

Friday, October 19, 2007

LISS PASSED HER LSATs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




I just saw Uma Thurman's boob. My day is now complete.

This is not a library.

Is it just me, or is all of blogland kinda... quiet? Is blogging dying or is this a slow time? I just don't remember it being so quiet here, and it's really quiet in my feed reader too. I'm slightly disturbed at everyone's quietness.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Conway Spitty City

Pat sent me a link to this video because it made him think of me when he watched it:

I instantly started laughing so hard I spit all over my computer and then looked over at each of the kitties to find they were looking at each other to figure out who the hell was mewing. (*giggle*)

Yes, I am 4.

Confercation day 4

The day you've all been waiting for. ;)

Draaaaaaagged my ass outta bed, texted J that I would most definitely be late to breakfast and perhaps he should just plan on seeing me after the first session. He called me back because he hadn't figured out how to text yet. I told him he needs to learn how to text. (If I don't mention this again, he later that same day came to the dark side and learned how to text. He texted me for the rest of the trip. Yay, J. :)

I got ready for the day then headed down to the first session. Something about something to do with technology. Very dry. At break time I met up with J to make plans for lunch. We decided to go to Earl of Sandwich with G and J's boss D, as well as my coworker P who was also at the conference. Back to the next session which was disaster recovery planning and how Katrina affected a particular company. The most interesting piece of information I took from this: The phones didn't work for weeks, but texting did. So anyone who had a cell phone was still able to communicate with others through text. My choice to be a texter is now vindicated. :D

P1000383.JPG Plans are always made with the expectation that they will change. Otherwise you're sad. Plans changed. G was an asshat as usual and when he found out we weren't just dragging sandwiches back to the hotel he ditched us to go (do whatever G does with his free time). Also, P said that he and his wife had reservations somewhere else that he didn't know about before so he wouldn't be joining us. So, off we went, just me and J and D. We headed across the street to Downtown Disney. When we showed up at Earl of Sandwich the line was waaaaaaaaaaay too long for us to handle so we decided not to stay. We walked over to Legoland during the light of day. I asked J to recreate his hilarious pose from the night before to which he confessed he didn't remember doing it so he most likely wouldn't be recreating it; he didn't. Party pooper.

P1000371.JPG We wandered around and went to the Raglan Road gift shop where I bought three shirts for myself (two Raglan shirts, one Guiness shirt) and a magnet for B that was a family crest of the name "McGee". Totally hilarious since that's not her REAL family name, but that's part of the charm of it all. :D Then we went to eat at Cookes instead, which is the daytime version of Raglan Road. Nothing the same. No dancers, no alcohol, no band, just delicious fish and chips (or, in my case, halfway decent chicken and chips... did I mention I don't actually like chicken?). :)

After lunch we wandered back to the conference and attended afternoon sessions. Or, rather, we were supposed to attend afternoon sessions. The next session was a poster session where we were supposed to meet vendors. I buy one product for my company and that's antivirus/antimalware. Anything else, I don't wanna hear about it. So, skipped the session and goofed off alone in my room. That sounds nefarious, but it wasn't. I think I probably just jumped on the bed and drank some coffee and checked some blogs. I dunno, time evades me in FL. I then headed to the last afternoon session and learned a tiny bit about imaging ("cloning" the software onto) computers that I didn't already know. I then met up with J to make plans for Cirque later since we were not having dinner together and then I headed off to my room to get ready for...

Dinner with Avi and Britt! So, yah, despite the fact that all I had to do was get my ass across the street and go to the hotel behind the hotel across the street, I got terribly lost. The directions my hotel gave me: Cross the street. Turn LEFT. Go right at the first hotel, behind the Regal Sun. Problem? The Regal Sun is DIRECTLY across the street, but only if you're crossing where there isn't a crosswalk. The correct instructions: Cross the street. Turn RIGHT. Turn left. You're there. I was (20?) minutes late to dinner and very sweaty when I finally did arrive to the restaurant. Avi gave me a one armed hug (fucker) but I got up on my tippy toes and gave him a hug with both my arms because that's polite. Britt didn't get up so I leaned over and hugged her. I know you're all dying to know: Britt is really soft and she smells really good. Yup. It's true. Avi is a sweet teddy bear, unless you don't bring him his salad and then he hates you. It was not my job to bring him salad so I was in the clear. Addendum: Please see the comments section for why Britt didn't stand up. It's not because she hates me or is rude or her legs don't work, which is never what I thought or meant to imply. :)

Interjection: There is no photographic evidence of this meeting. I wanted to bring my camera, but I couldn't because I was going DIRECTLY to Cirque after and they would have confiscated my brand new camera. So, I didn't bring it. (I'm sorry.) I also didn't use my camera phone because that thing takes the shittiest photos. Seriously. Not good. When I return to FL and Avi has me over to his house to see Jigsaw I will definitely take tons of photos. I promise.

We had alligator bites. I don't like alligator so I spit it out after chewing it for 10 minutes. Avi and I ordered the same cut of steak, Britt ordered the special which was steak and seafood. No, Dawg, I did not ask nor order Avi to eat with his hands. He uses utensils. He has manners, despite him ever agreeing to publicize that. During dinner his phone rang and ...zomg, it was adorable. Amy had called him from the road (her month-long business trip, ew) to say she was tired and that she might go to sleep soon. He used his little baby voice (as much as he has a baby voice) to talk to her, telling her to shut off her phone if she does go to sleep so that he doesn't wake her when he calls to tuck her in. Cannot make that shit up, it's an entire Hallmark store of cuteness. I have no recollection of what we talked about specifically at dinner, I just remember smiling a lot and laughing a little to myself when Avi called himself a coder for knowing HTML. We also had dessert. I had coffee and some sort of Snickers cheesecake, which was fan-fucking-delicious-tastic. After dessert Avi and Britt dropped me off at Downtown Disney, even though I really could have just walked. I was disappointed that we didn't get to go faster than 30 mph, because I really would like to experience Avi's insanity driving on the interstate. Another time...

It was getting close to show time for Cirque so I wandered through Downtown Disney, calling J as I went. We kept having to leave voicemails for each other, and then suddenly I caught him on the phone and we stayed on the phone until we were in sight of each other then hung up. (That's a fun game. I'd not ever done that with anyone before. It's particularly satisfying to just hang up on someone when you're staring at them. :D ) J and I walked back toward the Cirque tent.

When we got there we went in and I waited in line to purchase waters while J called K to say sweet things to her (awwwwww!) and while I was in line I was totally felt up by some punk 12 year old kid from Miami. Felt up in the sense that he was standing waaaay too close and then when I turned to get out of the line he had his hand propped on the counter to block my exit. I am a woman of impatience and uncaring about 12-year-old-boy fantasies so I just said "scuse me" and shoved his arm out of the way with my boobs. I'm sure that was his wet dream for the night. It was a bit of time before the show started so J and I found our seats but then I left to go to the bathroom. What I was really doing was calling my mommy. :) I had been trying to call her while I was walking through DT Disney but J's calls kept alerting my phone as missed calls and I was having weird reception in the sea of waterbags (aka humans). From outside the bathroom I was able to get ahold of her to say, "guess where I am? In your old town!" Mom and my stepdad used to live in Punta Gorda. And then Charley hit, and then 5 billion more hurricanes threatened to hit. So they finally moved away. Mom was so excited to hear from me because I never call (hello, hi, I hate talking on the phone) so I told her all about my trip and then said I had to go watch Cirque, and she told me she was happy for me and that she loves me, and (yah, yay :).

I returned to my seat and the show started about three seconds later. La Nouba is the show everyone kept telling me I had to see while at Disney. I've seen a lot of Cirque shows, so I know what I'm talking about when doing a comparison. The show was really good. I have only one criticism: Family friendly show, so no dangerous acts. If you're looking for the big thrills they're in other towns at other shows that aren't purely family friendly. Might I suggest Montreal? :) What I did like: I very much enjoyed the industriousness of it. The tight movements of the industrial works coupled with the industrial music was superb, and I loved how they were weaved throughout the show. I particularly enjoyed them in the very end sequence when the performers were doing tricks bouncing off the trampolines onto and into and on top of the building. My other favorite act was the kid act. I shouldn't like the kid acts, because... it's kids in a circus... but, I always do. Diabolos was adorable. The description of the act:
Each of these four magical figures holds two sticks linked by a string on which a musical wooden spool, the diabolo, comes to life. In their tiny hands, the diabolo twirls, jumps and flies through the air while the acrobats themselves perform flips and build human pyramids.

They are just so freaking adorable, and truly amazing. There was only one drop, and the kiddo who dropped her spool had just done an amazing acrobatic trick so we just didn't care, we clapped loudly for her anyway. These girls got the most ovation at the very end.

After the show was over J and I were exhausted so we went back to the hotel, made plans to meet up for breakfast, and went to our respective rooms to sleep.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


Boo Berry Cereal Wednesday with special guest ME and Sweetheart Bear:

I look lovely. :D

a sticky (ew) reminder

Dawg and I are doing this week's Cereal Wednesday together. Please visit my site or Dawg's site to watch us make fools of ourselves. (Well, ok, Dawg is never a fool, but I'm always a fool. :D )

I assure you, the confercations will continue as writing time permits.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Confercation day 3

Day 3 was the for real start of the conference. J, G, and I went to breakfast with everyone and had food. (What? You wanna know what I ate then go to the conference and stare at me.) Then we went to the opening plenary which had a Huey Lewis and the News title to it. It didn't get any better from there. I walked out toward the end to go to the bathroom then texted J to say I would not be returning for the last little bit and waited outside until he wandered out to find me. We had a break then I went to a session about e-waste. I know, thrilling. After e-waste we had lunch. It's a conference filled with geeks and you know what they served us? Tofu and portobello mushroom and rice. I threw the mushroom onto my bread plate and went to town on my tofu. I skipped the dessert in favor of saving my belly for future meals and wandered out to chat with people. In the first afternoon session I watched some people talk about inspiring staff with some online software of some sort. I'm not sure about you, but I can't say that software necessarily inspires me. zomg this is boring me and I'm a techgrrrl. Let me just say that this conference doesn't get super interesting until the last day. The last session of the day was equally as "can we please get this over with?"-ish.

After the sessions J explained to me a few things: G is pretty much all talk. G is moody. G is not actually his friend. G will not be joining us for dinner. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, J and I went to our rooms to take our respective naps and freshen up then we wandered off to get tickets for Cirque du Soleil: La Nouba for the following night. After we grabbed the tickets we headed over to a cigar bar after a lengthy conversation in which J confessed that he likes to smoke them but his girlfriend (my friend) K doesn't like it when he does that. We had the nice lady pick us out cigars and I had the nice man pick me out a drink to go with my cigar. I had a Blue Hawaiian with fresh pineapple juice! and a vanilla flavored cigar. I had about 4 puffs of said cigar because I didn't want to ruin my palate for dinner. J told me he was very proud of me for letting loose a little. That was very unexpected. I thanked him for that.

P1000367.JPG We then wandered over to Raglan Road for Irish food. We hung out in the gift shop until our reservation time. I didn't buy anything just then. When it was time for us to go into the restaurant we were escorted to the live music area where the Irish band Tuskar Rock performs 6 nights a week. I ordered steak over mashed potatoes and a Smithwicks. J ordered pork loin over mashed potatoes and an Irish whiskey on the rocks. We sat and listened to the music, occasionally leaning over to say how much fun we were having. And then... behold. The magic and light of Danielle, the step dancer. She walked up onto the tallest table in the room and began dancing to the music. The oddest part? She was the smokin' hot hostess who J and I had actually been oggling at the door. She was wearing this satin corset dress with the skirt above the knees and a beautiful angled bob haircut. And, if I were into chicks, I think I would have needed to ask her out right on the spot. (NOT REALLY. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. :) Seriously. If you go to Disney, please go to Downtown Disney, show up at Raglan Road at 9pm, and watch the very lovely Danielle.

P1000330.JPG Um, ... right, where was I? Danielle. Ah! J got super trashed while watching Danielle then he and I went to LEGOLAND!!!!!!!!!!!! where he proceeded to make a kinda-fool of himself. It was awesome. :D I have no evidence of his redonk behavior because I only had my camera phone and none of the photos came out particularly well so I deleted them. (Lucky, J, Luck-Y!!!!) After Legoland we sat on a... oh, I don't know, a brick wall that houses greenery, and we smoked half our cigars. J kept laughing his head off, which was making me laugh because he had never in all our years of knowing each other done that. He's a Democrat, but he's just super reserved most of the time. Anyway, it was very comical. We then wandered back to the hotel, agreed to meet downstairs for 7:30am (haaaaaaaaa), then to our respective beds.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Confercation day 2

Day 2 was the start of the conference. Or so we thought. It actually started that night, so we instead decided to go to Epcot. :) My luggage had arrived at 3am but I was not awake when the bell service called to tell me. When I woke up at 6am I called down and asked for it to be delivered because (um, I'm not awake at 6am ever, I'm lucky if I can find my pants let alone carry luggage through a hotel).

Back to Epcot: We rode Test Track, then Mission Space (thanks, Gary!!!!!), and then Soarin'. After Mission Space I had to babysit G because he was REALLY sick. He'd gotten drunk the night before on 4 drinks even though he weighs (somewhere in the middle of 200s) because he is diabetic, and then he ate a bunch of fruit for breakfast. Mission Space is a g-force ride. You can either tolerate it or you can't; he couldn't. So, I was nice and sat with him and asked him what I could do for him to help him feel better. He started blathering on about (I don't remember what, his mother? the Galapagos Islands? topics only Mikey would care about?) until J called me to say "I've got our passes to Soarin', start walking to me" so we did. Oh, yes! G told me he sweats a lot. Charming. I don't mind if people sweat a lot, but ... um... well, whatever, it passed the time.

P1000135.JPG When we got to the building where Soarin' was G proceeded to consume an entire water and entire package of beef jerky while J and I went on the Living with the Land ride. We then convinced him to walk around with us since he wasn't ready to do Soarin' quite yet. We started wandering through the international pavilion, tasting the foods of Argentina, Mexico, China, and India. We then went to Norway and had bakery food (I had chocolate chocolate cake :p) and then went into the gift shop where I purchased Linie somethingorother which we referred to on the trip as "Maelstrom". Maelstrom is actually a boat ride that is evil and goes backwards and reminds of Charlie and Chocolate Factory. And that alcohol pretty much does the same fucking thing to you. I'll chronicle that a bit later.

So, after this boat ride I think we did the Mexico boat ride. It had Donald Duck and Pancho and (oh, whoever else) and it was really lame. I also got a bunch of chocolates at the UK pavilion because I loves me some yummy chocolate. While at the Canada pavilion G said something to me that insinuated I care if he's a bad boy on the trip which I didn't because he's not my responsibility, to which some RANDOM guy said I was a bunch of trouble. And, rather than clearing up the fact that G and I were not together even though we were talking about his WIFE actually caring, G just let that guy think we were doin' it. Such a gentleman and a scholar.

P1000298.JPG After pavilions G was starting to be a fuckwad, saying how the magic of Disney was now gone because he didn't think the food at the pavilions was any good. J and I walked ahead and secretly mumbled about how thrilled we were that G was with us on this trip, then we headed over to Soarin'. I was pretty worn out from the day so the last happiness I could muster was a giggle over a squirrel eating a Cheeto. We finally got to Soarin' and got on the very top of the ride, but I was sitting on the very edge of the room and was tired and cranky at G so I couldn't get into the whole "ooooh, ahhhh, we're soarin'" effect of it and had a pretty unawesome time.

When we finally got off that ride we collected our Maelstrom booze from the front of the park then missed our bus home by exactly 3 seconds so we took a different bus to a different resort then we called the front desk to pretend we were lost and needed a cab back to our resort. Turns out cabs couldn't come to where we were so we took another bus to 3 stops further and then we walked from there on the outskirts of Downtown Disney back to our hotel.

We decided this would be a good night to go to Benihana rather than attend the opening event for the conference, which was just a mixer. G followed me into my room while J went to his room. He then immediately asked to do shots with me. I did two big shots with him and we instantly got buzzed out of our fucking gords from the stuff. While drunk G proceeded to tell me that J and his girlfriend K had said how much like G's wife I am. (Let me just clarify: I am not like her. I just kinda sorta look like her.) He then proceeded to hit on me. I eventually showed him the door and said, "go call your wife." J called to ask what we were up to and I told him we were drunk. J came down and I told him what had just transpired with G. J apologized profusely then did another shot with me. We all then went to Benihana for dinner and had a bunch of sake while we whispered to each other behind our menus so that we didn't swear in front of the nice family from Tennessee at the other end of the table. :) So, for me this is 3 shots of Maelstrom, 3 shots of sake, I'm drunk texting people in the bathroom (heh, yup), and I'm the one paying the bill but I forgot to get a copy of that receipt. ;) We then wander up to G's room to watch more sports (yah, no recollection) and I notice that both G's beds look slept in so I make a comment about that and he acts decidedly evasive. We all have a beer to calm down from our night of drinking and somehow J and I sober up but G gets drunker, proclaims that I have a crush on him and that he won't be doing anything with me on this trip. You should have seen my mouth. It was agape. I never use that word, but that's definitely what it was. J thought this was all in good fun so he said nothing about it. I was stunned for a bit, decided to drop the subject, then G passed out and I left and went to bed.

Confercation day 1


For those of you still reading, I am going to post a stream of consciousness about my trip because that's what I'm capable of doing at this very moment.

Day 1 was (um...) October 6. I flew out from France. I was supposed to go France -> Washington DC -> Orlando but fog forced me to divert to France -> Philadelphia -> Orlando. Boarded the plane late because the plane was late. The plane started taxiing, yaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!, and then... engine cut out. Stuck on the tarmac for 1h15m because Philly was closed to inbound flights DUE TO FOG. Fucking a,b,c,d,e,f. S'ok, I had a book and a cell phone with texting capability. ;) When I got to Philly I (don't remember what happened then) got on the plane and eventually arrived in Orlando to Douglas my driver (shut up), and to J and G who were there to go with me to the hotel. I've known J since I was ... (thinking supah hard) 18? Our bond before this trip was that we both like TMBG and hate his ex-girlfriend Meg. Our bond after the trip? We'll get to that. G is the asshat I mentioned before. You'll see why. So, I meet G and I'm waiting for my luggage and it never shows up so I report it lost and we go to Publix to buy water, beer, soda, chips, donuts, and beef jerky. Then Douglas drove us to our hotel, the lovely Disney Resort Hotel in Buena Vista, and I tipped him big because G was such an ass to him on the way over. (Gosh, I should have known...) We got all our stuff onto a dolly thing and checked in. G and I ended up on floor 2 down the hall from each other while J ended up on floor 8. Luck of the draw. We all settled in our rooms and then we all headed down to the sports bar for drinks and dinner since it was (um, 9pm? 10pm?) and I hadn't eaten ALL FUCKING DAY. I had a scotch because G suggested it, as well as a Coke, and a burger done well done, tyvm. The scotch tasted vaguely of tequila, but without the special effect that tequila has over me. J, G, and I shot the shit at the bar. We then went to G's room to drink beers and chat and (watch sports, I think, Red Sox vs. ? Dan?).

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

I am having the time of my fucking life here.

And I miss home.

I am a creature of habit, conflicted by the joy of new experiences.

(There is no deep meaning here, it's my first time in 33 years of going to Disney. Among a couple other minor first time things that aren't inherently devious. Mel would be proud of me.)

Monday, October 08, 2007


  • Please note that this serves as your notice that I am not dead. I am, however, insanely busy.
  • There seem to be new guests next door. I'm thrilled to know they are enjoying sports of some type very loudly. I will be kicking down their door at the stroke of midnight.
  • Gosh, there are a lot of guys at a geek conference. And yet, magically, a woman sat next to me at lunch. A woman who didn't know me but we surmised we were at the same conference in Massachusetts in the winter. Weird. :)
  • I am tiiiiiiiiiiiired from all this doing stuff. No time to myself, although my posse did just give me a two hour reprieve. (And, actually, one of my posse members is being very weird today. Granted, I just met him Sunday, but he's gone from nice to dickishly prickishly evasively assy in two days. Not that I care, but he seems to want us to care. I have no idea how to react to that so I am ignoring him.)
  • Benihana's is yummy. Or, well, what I remember of it. Someone gave me sake. Don't worry, I chased it with a single beer after so I could sober up. (Shut it, that actually worked!)
  • I think Disney is magical and that Test Track is perhaps my favorite Epcot ride. I have video of it. Not sure if I'll ever again in my life have time to myself to post it, though.
  • A co-worker is at the conference with me, but his (and his wife's) plans and my (and my posse's) plans are never matching up. Sucks. Oh well. I see him plenty back in France.
  • I still haven't checked my work email. What can I say? Disney is a magical place. It makes time disappear.
  • I'm about to leave again for the night.
  • I'm seeing Cirque du Soleil: La Nouba tomorrow night, but after I have dinner with Avi and Britt. :)
  • I am pretty sure this conference is bogus, just an excuse to show up at random spots around the country and goof off.
  • I really need to go.
  • Bye. :)

Sunday, October 07, 2007


Guess where I am?


OMG, you suck at this game.

I'm in Orlando. For a conference. :) This day (I mean Saturday, since it's only 1:18am on Sunday) was filled with very bad omens, including a point where I was double-booked to sit in the lap of a complete stranger on the plane from Philly to Orlando (she was all mad I was sitting in "her" seat which was actually also my seat), but I took them all in stride and am very happy to be here. Still missing all my luggage, but at least I have a warm bed to sleep in, even if no night clothes in which to sleep.

Going to Epcot tomorrow morning first thing. If I ever do get my luggage I'll take pictures! ;)

Latah, gatahs.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Thursday, October 04, 2007

about fucking time!!!

It's 21:53 in Poppyland and the Top Chef season finale has finally shown up in iTunes after much refreshing of the iTunes page.

Oh, that CNN

This made me laugh:

Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2007 13:48:02 -0400
From: CNN Breaking News
Reply-To: newseditor@MAIL.CNN.COM
Subject: CNN Breaking News

-- A Minnesota judge has rejected Sen. Larry Craig's bid to withdraw his guilty plea stemming from a men's room sex sting arrest.

Both because he is getting what he deserves and because CNN's definition of breaking news amuses me.

Pat, I did visit Yahoo news and then I totally forgot about it. Oops.

a hate-love relationship

I hate it when I take 20 minutes to research a problem then carefully word suggested solutions as well as temporary work-arounds for clients only for them to answer back to someone else and totally disregard anything I said.

Except that means I'm off the hook, so I totally love it.

a simple request

Please do not tell me who won Top Chef. I have to wait for the episode to be available via iTunes and those bastards are slow about delivering. siiiiiigh-whine-moan

poke me with a stick

When I went to the cafe Manager Peggy asked me how I was doing. I pointed down to my coffee and simply stated, "need this" (as in, I am not a functioning human being yet and coffee will resolve that). She gave me a smile then told me my coffee was free. I heart Peggy. I promised to drink it and come back later to be nice to her, but she said I'm always nice to her so don't worry about it. Did I mention I heart Peggy?

When I arrived to my office someone had placed my partner in crime's baby shower card on my desk mid-circulation. As in, only half the people in the office had received the card before it was returned to me. Let's back up. I'm organizing the baby shower. I'm the one circulating the card. My name is nowhere listed in the circulation list except at the very bottom, and I give to you verbatim from the Excel file, where it says:

Return to Poppy's [upstairs] mailbox after everyone has checked off their names OR by Tuesday, October 16 (whichever comes first).

Am I not making myself clear? I then emailed the entire office to say:

Which ASSHAT can't follow directions and/or is passive-aggressive enough to UNLOCK MY DOOR AND STICK THE CARD ON MY DESK while HALF THE NAMES HAVE YET TO BE CHECKED OFF THE CIRC LIST?!

Well, in my head I did that, anyway... Still plenty of time left in the day!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

It's a sickness, really

I just typed in a captcha that I am 100% certain I have typed before. Why do I remember that?

oh, the irony

Foot-long veggie subs are way longer than my foot.

I think on my death certificate it will say "Overdose from watching Groundhog Day one too many times". And then the coroner will be fired.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

the little things

There's a street on my way to work that has the following oddities:
  1. It's where my former employer, head and namesake of an international apparel and housewares chain, lives. I hated that employer. She's a fucking nutcase.
  2. It's the street where a man suspected and later convicted of sexually assaulting and murdering a local college student was found doing contracted work on someone's house.
  3. It's the street with the intersection where Mom and I were in the very bad car accident because the German guy ran the stop sign.
  4. It's the street where I had a semi-shouting match with a woman who tried to tell me how to park while I thought my dad was dying in the hospital.

It's also the street where my brother, who I love very much and think is awesome and miss a lot and never see, works. This completely makes up for all the other things.

Monday, October 01, 2007


I hate Blogger AND YouTube right now.

Blogger for making a still of me which I can't figure out how to remove that looks retarded(!), and YouTube for being incapacitated so I can't show you my video from there. ANYWAY, here's a vlog.

Mr Fabulous
Stef from Stefanie Says
Dawg's story of The Steff as well as the fateful comment exchange
link to Sweetheart bear (yah, you understand now, don't you?)
Cereal Wednesday

FYI, when I say "I don't like lists" I just mean I don't like other people telling me what my choices are for stuff. I like to choose something on my very own. :D (I LOVE LISTS.)

And, by "October 15" I really mean "October 17". I'm just calendarly challenged.

I am supah! and a spider. and a wonder. and green. and supah! but ironically not catty.


Thanks, Dan :)

Sunday, September 30, 2007

/rant on

For the crystal clear record, I'm not talking about any of you. Promise.

Poppy pet peeve: People telling me they're going to do things they have no intention of doing.

Someone has been promising me since March that he'll email me about something and he still hasn't. I wouldn't care, except he keeps telling me every couple months, "oh, yup, I'm still totally going to email you!" Dude, just fucking forget it. I don't even care! What I do care about? You keep dragging this out, like I'm just sitting around waiting for your fucking email and you're some sort of really important person in my life who I can't wait to reconnect with.

I hope he does finally send an email just so that I can ignore it indefinitely. Cuz I'm a bitchy bastard like that.

/rant off
I am listening to Charlie Parker's Okiedoke. :) What better way to spend a Sunday?

perhaps a rhetorical question

Why do people think it's a good idea to call up radio stations and use fake voices (Arnold Schwarzenegger, Beavis, etc.) to give that station praise for being so awesome?

It just makes those people look stupid.

Saturday, September 29, 2007


I bought the DVD Knocked Up today. The tag line for this movie is located to the right of Seth Rogen's head and says, "what if this guy got you pregnant?" I'm really not into getting pregnant right now but I think there is more of a "would you even have sex with this dude?!" message underneath.

The question I pose to all of the internets: Am I the only one who thinks Seth Rogen is a total hottie?

Amy Sedaris might have one too

My guest post about pretty kitties is up at Avi's. Please enjoy.

For those of you too scared to go there I'll scare you with some of my favorite girl from afar, Amy Sedaris, and then you'll go running to Avi's just because it's safer there.

Part 1 of Amy on Martha Stewart - Li'l Smoky Cheese Balls

Part 2 of Amy on Martha Stewart - Li'l Smoky Cheese Balls

Isn't she great? :)

Friday, September 28, 2007

My first guest post evah

Hi, all! Heh, I've been quiet today. Sorry about that. Just want to remind everyone that I am posting over at Avi's tomorrow. I think it's a good post. You can think what you like about it, but you should leave me a comment there. (Or leave him one, that works too.)

Be forewarned: Nothing about his site is safe for children, for work, or for normal human beings.

An office spoiler party confessional grinning extravaganza because I like long titles, keep it comin', hi.

Michael hit Meredith with his car, which I almost did to someone who came out of nowhere yesterday. Luckily I didn't actually hit her.

I'm only part way into the episode because I'M WATCHING IT ONLINE AT NBC.COM, WOOT FOR THEM CHANGING TO FULL EPISODES!!!, but I'm entirely convinced Kevin's right about Jam. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D (did I mention :D ?)

Oh, and Dwight totally killed Angela's cat. Honestly, it was a mercy killing. I'm not yet sure if we learn how he did it, but ... I'm just thinking of quality of life and how hard it was to keep my girl going when she was that sick. It sucks bags of gooey pus. (Yum! Hope you weren't eating!)

Update: ZOMG JAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

You have to be a good pessimist first in order to be a good optimist.

Yah, I just made that up.

Feedback about the house showings: "We really like the house, but..."

The "buts" are things out of our control. One family needs to sell their house first, and it's in the same town as ours where the market is the roughest in the county. The other family thought our house wasn't private enough. For those of you who have seen the property from an aerial view (stalkers!) you can see that we're really not next to much of anything, so what I surmise is that they didn't like that there was no fence, or that the house isn't surrounded by trees, or that the house is too close to the dead end road off a dead end road. *shrug*

I am hopeful. :) In Poppy fashion. For this one day I shall claim the title of fashionista.

f bomb

Stupid fucking phone etiquette: The person who keeps CALLING MY PHONE but never leaving a message. If I don't recognize your number I'M NOT PICKING UP THE CALL. TAKE A FUCKING HINT. You've called me 15 times in the last two weeks. Do I EVER answer? NO. NO, I DO NOT. EXCEPT BY ACCIDENT WHILE I MUMBLE "LEAVE ME A FUCKING VOICEMAIL MESSAGE."

(And if you're the one calling me, then I revise the entry to: Please leave me a voicemail so I know who you are. :)


I know I told people not to guess what my secret is but Mikey is guessing anyway. :) You crack me up, monsieur.

Ok, seriously... je ne suis pas amusée!!!!!!

So, say you're me. And you know it's supposed to rain today because you bothered to check the weather. And you check the radar to see if any rain is in the forecast for soon. And you see there isn't any. So you walk over to the next building to check your mail because you're kinda sorta hoping maybe someone sent you something. And you get there and it's not there. No big deal, maybe another day, (nervous laugh because maybe they forgot). And then you're walking back. And the skies are clear. But some asshat jerkface dickwad is playing with the sprinkler system. And just as you're walking by he intentionally increases the pressure of the spray. And you get all wet. And you get all grumpy. And for a moment your day is super shitty.

That's me right now.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

I am sure you are sick of me, but Shirley you're not sick of cereal.*

So, this cold is kicking my ass for one final day. I woke up to my throat and head going, "don't you even think about going to work today!!" so I didn't. I fed the kitties, emailed work that I would not be showing up, took some Theraflu DAYTIME, and fell back to sleep for 3 hours. Ahhhhhh... much better. I know this is the last day because my voice is now officially messed up.

Now, if you will excuse me, CEREAL WEDNESDAY SEASON 2 IS HERE AND I NEED TO WATCH IT!!!!!!!!! so, shh:

*I say lame things when I'm sick.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

zomg nose! zomg noes!

Seriously! How can there be any more snot up in there?!?!

And in celebrity news, Jessica Biel will be the next Wonder Woman. That role? That role belongs to Charisma Carpenter. Or Kate Beckinsale. NOT JT'S SLAMPIECE, YO!


Who picks these people?!?!?!?!?

little tiny bits

I am reeeeeeeally super excited, but I can't tell you why yet. (anyone who knows: SHHHHHHH. AND NO GUESSING. just be happy I have something to tell you.)

The house is on the market and has been shown once already, will be shown again tomorrow.

A lot of people in my department have the same cold as I have. We all apparently licked the same door handle.

I'm sort of over my cold, but I won't believe it until I stop sneezing. *sneeze* Dammit!

Britt posted a realllllly super nice post about Avi today. If you want to know the real Adam please read that post. (Today is <3 a Britt day!)

Ok, that's all I have to say for now. Bye. :)
My Dionne Warwick psychic friends prediction: Today might not be so good.

Heeeeeeey, back off there, buddy. I could be wrong! Maybe your day will be great! :) But, ... yah, probably not.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Sick conversacione

Poppy: Nose?
Poppy's nose: Yes, Poppy?
Poppy: Nose, stop running.
Poppy's nose: Nope!
Poppy: Yes!
Poppy's nose: No.
Poppy: Yeeeeees.
Poppy's nose: Nah.
Poppy: Yuh!
Poppy's nose: What's in it for me?
Poppy: Nose?
Poppy's nose: Yup!
Poppy: You're mean.
Poppy's nose: Yup!

Mark your calendars

I was gonna wait and post this on Wednesday, but my cold has ravaged my poor little brain so I'm opting for this pre-existing post instead.

I am guest posting on Avi's blog Saturday. (WHY, Poppy? W.H.Y.?!??) Ummmmmm, cuz he asked me to? Yup. That'd be the reason.)

If you go there now you can read RW's and Mr. Fab's very disturbing posts which are up already! My post will be completely tame in comparison.

This is so weird, I'm suddenly super internets popular. Thanks, everybody. :) And just for you I provide an encore of Snake skin:

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Poppy's official breaking news

I have a cold. I'm about to drag my ass to get some cold medicine and orange juice and tea before hunkering down to read bedtime stories. Please, no visitors. I heal faster if I am unfettered.

Friday, September 21, 2007

riddle me that, batman

Why is it you always have to opt out of something no one wants to be in and opt into something you'd be insane to want out of?

ACW just made me a happy little flower by telling me about the Verizon wireless opt out so that my phone doesn't get spammed by businesses I don't want calling it. Fuckers. (Not ACW, he's only one man. I mean Verizon.)

No more.

I overheard a co-worker talking so went to CNN to check. In Dover, DE there was another university shooting incident. I am particularly disturbed by these incidents for my own reasons that most of you understand. Of course CNN needs to make their digs by comparing this to Virginia Tech as well as including a link to the report that says lives could have been saved in that incident.

Why do I read CNN? What should I be reading for my news instead? Please, I beg of you, tell me. Google News?

a picture saying its own words

No, it's not Puppy's birthday, it's just been 3 months. It feels like just yesterday, and also an eternity.

(If you're new to Puppy, go here then here, but bring a box of tissues.)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Paul Potts redux redux redux redux

So, I have the Paul Potts album (yeeeeeeeeeeeee) and I am listening to it and it is making me a smiley. And it makes me think, "really?!" in response to all of you who don't see it my way. How about this video instead? Does this video tug at your heartstrings? Or are you DEAD INSIDE? :

Please. Please. Implore you to actually hear what I hear.

beans get spilled sometimes, it's just life

Cheldear asks:

You okay? Worried about ya... You haven't blogged in a couple of days....

Here's the short story, although not the full story (duh, it's short): Hay and I are selling our house. It goes on the market tomorrow. We've spent all week (and really he has spent much longer) preparing it for sale. Last night we completed staging of the upstairs and tonight we completed staging of the downstairs. Our realtor takes photos for an online 360 tour (you can spin around the home!) tomorrow.

Couple this with the fact that work has continued to be busy and you have an absent Poppy.

So, yah, hi to you all! Sorry I dine and ditch. It's not lack of love, it's lack of time.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

career in the making

Look, everyone! Paul Potts made his album!

For those who don't recall, Paul won Britain's Got Talent with his wonderful voice. :) The winning performance, in case you'd like to watch it again:

What do you suppose that means?

I was digging through my Morris the Cat bag with my left hand looking for my wallet to pay Kristy* for my coffee while my right hand patiently waited for me to discover that my wallet was already in it. It was so quiet about it. "When you're ready to notice, here I am!" Such an adorable right hand.

... I dunno, it's where my uncaffeinated mind took me.

*Kristy is the manager of the restaurant upstairs. She only comes downstairs to work in the cafe when an employee is let go or leaves. John the flirty cafe cashier? Been gone two weeks now. Perhaps he was too flirty with all the ladies. ;)

Update: John the flirty cafe cashier is, in fact, still working at the cafe. Oops. Ladies, you can now return to your regularly scheduled swooning. Sorry I upset you earlier by implying otherwise.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Cuz Seth Green is way funnier

Seth Green defends Chris Crocker:

Seth Green Chris Crocker Outtakes

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yummy deep fried

Doesn't this look tasty?


It's a cheesesteak egg roll! Talk about your food corn porn!

(PS - Apparently today is my "FUCK" day. I apologize to the kids.)

Well, that just pisses me right the fuck off.

You know how when I get pissed off I am not too happy, cuz, yah, that's what being pissed off is all about? I'm a little BEYOND THAT WITH BLOGGER AT THE FUCXKINGKING MOMENT.

I received a lovely comment email from Cheldear about Jesus being her favorite person and when I clicked the link to go back to MY POST to see HER COMMENT it FUCKING TOOK ME TO A FUCKING PORN SITE.



playing favorites

I was checking out SuperJitan/Alan's newest video (he is the brother of Paperlilies) and he was video responding to mememolly who asked, "are you anyone's favourite person?"

Here's his video:

Here's mememolly's link.

I hope I'm somebody's favorite person. For a very long time I was absolutely certain I was nobody's favorite person. Not one person on the planet even thought of me in a given day, I was 100% certain of that. And then I started blogging. And now I can think of a person or two who might consider me their favorite. Even in saying that I say it with caution, because being someone's favorite in the universe is a very difficult task to pull off.

Do you believe you are anyone's favorite person? If so, blog about it. Don't have to say who, just talk about that person.

I know I'm not actually answering my own question. What can I say? Even if people were to tell me to my face or in my comments that I am their favorite person I'd have this sliver of doubt, say to them "surely [insert person in their life] is your favorite, not me."

I'm agreeing with Alan, this is kinda depressing. I can think of someone who is *my* favorite, but trying to answer if I am someone else's favorite is an impossible question. Doesn't only that person know for sure?

Sunday, September 16, 2007


What the hell did I do with my childhood?

Sara is 8, Ryusei is 5.

Waiting until "Christmas" sucks ass

I really want to see this. Now. I'm patient about certain things, but seeing a Tim Burton movie with Johnny Depp that is going to rock is not something I enjoy waiting around for. Gimme.

Really, though, who doesn't want to see a Sweeney Todd remake?!

Saturday, September 15, 2007

It's a Miracle (It's a Miracle)

Don't you hate it when I get Culture Club songs stuck in your head?! *giggle*


Now hear this

From this point forward wHall shall now be known as Wahhhhhhhhhh! and Chelle is a goddess. That is all, citoyens.

Life lesson #1,674,342

If I clean my home once a week rather than semi-annually it is much easier to maintain. Hmm. Who woulda thunk?

Course, now there's catnip all over the living room floor which got there 3 seconds after I swept.

Do you see what I see (do you see what I see)?

Don't you hate it when I get Christmas songs stuck in your head? *grin*

Excuse my unmade bed for the purposes of this demonstration.

You see Ripley:

You see Allie:

You see how close they are to each other? :

Yah, they never do that. Except they kinda do now. The girls are bonding a little. :)

Of course, Ripley's a little camera shy today so directly after that last picture she crawled off the bed and UNDER the covers:

I love my girls. :) :) :)

In case anyone's wondering, "where's Georgie?!" let me assure you she's not far:

Hangin' in the window staring at the squirrels. :)

(I'm smiley today.)

Update: ZOMG, it's happening again! Look! :

They do not chew my wires

I just watched a grey squirrel climb up onto the tire of my Kia. So cute!

Which reminds me to mention that on the way home many nights a particular reddish-grey squirrel crosses the road about 50 feet in front of me. I'm pretty sure he's welcoming me home. :)

Friday, September 14, 2007

Which one of us flipped the switch?

I used to get these nice, clean emails showing everyone's comments, such as:

    Poppy Cede has left a new comment on your post "Serious question":

    DCMM, awesomeeeeeeeeee! I emailed you.

    ACW, you funny.

But for all of today I've instead received this:

    New comment on I blame SSH.
    MIME-Version: 1.0
    Content-Type: multipart/alternative;

    Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII
    Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

    Poppy Cede has left a new comment on your post "I blame SSH":

    Is it sad that the term pwn makes me slink down and snicker like Hong
    Kong Phooey?(ZOOOOOMG.)

    Posted by Poppy Cede to Poppy Cedes at Fri Sep 14, 11:50:00 PM EDT
    Content-Type: text/html; charset=UTF-8
    Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

    Poppy Cede has left a new comment on your post "I blame SSH":

    Is it sad that the term pwn makes me slink down and snicker like Hong Kong Phooey?


    Posted by Poppy Cede to Poppy Cedes at Fri Sep 14, 11:50:00 PM EDT


Supah grody. Turn off. Back to simple. FIX IT, FIX IT.

I blame SSH

I mean Wayne: says I'm a Highly Dorky High Nerd.  What are you?  Click here!

At least I smoked his ass in the dumb/dork/awkward category! Hey... wait a minute...


See, I'm not all that and a bag o' chips. I'm just some o' that and half a bag. I did just eat a lot of cottage cheese with spaghetti sauce on it, so I might suddenly be smarter. Maybe I should take the test again.


Am I the only one who gets whipped cream on coffee drinks just so I can dump sugar all over the top then bend over, shove my face into it, and eat it?

Sooooo tasty.

(I know where your minds just went. I don't care. It's the best damn thing on the damn planet, you should try it.)

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Serious question

Anyone know how to uninstall JRE? On Mac OS X?

It's not a function of the installer, and I don't see it in the package contents. If I rip out the J2SE 5.0 folder and delete the plist files the damn thing still works. wtF? It's like fucking MALWARE.

I got (almost) nothing except something about dilated pupils*

I started watching Requiem for a Dream last night before bed. I'm not sure who told me this movie was severely fucked up, but I'm going to vote that it's only in the very best way. Despite my absolute disdain for Jared Leto I am really enjoying the movie. Granted, I'm only 33 minutes into it, but I've already decided that I am going to like it all the way to its end.

I have nothing else interesting to say, and it shows. :)

Oh, I guess that's not true. I'm supposed to go out to dinner with a work friend tonight because we completed a gnarly project and could use some celebration time. I've never hung out with her outside of work before, but she seems really cool at work, so I have high hopes. Do I get a beer at the pub or do I act all smartassed and order something frou-frou? I have to drive home after so I'm thinking of getting a Midori Sour or some other "coming down from the buzz" drink so that I never actually get on the buzz.

Ok, really, that's all. Anyone else want to tell me something interesting?

*In Requiem there are many shots of dilated pupils from drug use. And drunk people have dilated pupils, right?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007


It amuses me to no end that I leave comments on other people's blogs and then other commenters write "I agree with Poppy." It happens a lot. It's happened 3 or 4 times this week already!

I had no idea I was so ... um, agreeable!

Life getting away from me...

I had every intention of posting earlier in the day, but the day just slipped out from under my fingers.

I didn't feel well this morning so I stayed home and basically did absolutely nothing productive outside the e-world aside from feed the girls and do laundry. Very exciting! And it's suddenly past time to feed the girls again so I'm gonna go do that. Since I have nothing interesting to post about me, allow me to post something interesting about someone else:

Putin dissolves government

MOSCOW - President Vladimir Putin on Wednesday replaced his long-serving prime minister with an obscure Cabinet official — a surprise move that could put him in the running to succeed Putin in next year’s presidential election.

The nomination of Viktor Zubkov, who currently oversees the government’s fight against money laundering, appeared to have caught much of the Russian political elite off-guard.

Putin had been expected to announce in December whom he would back to run for president next year — and Russia’s two first deputy prime ministers — former Defense Minister Sergei Ivanov and gas giant Gazprom board chairman Dmitry Medvedev — were widely considered to be the leading contenders. (rest of story)

Raise your hand if Russia (ok, the USSR) scared the absolute shit out of you as a kid. *hand raised*

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Rogue Wave

I so dig this band right now:

They have a new album out next Tuesday. Although, honestly, it's all new to you, n'est-ce pas?

You know you wanna be their friends, so go ahead!

Bush sees forest through trees

Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2007 15:53:02 -0400
From: CNN Breaking News
Reply-To: newseditor@MAIL.CNN.COM
Subject: CNN Breaking News

-- President Bush will announce this week plans to cut U.S. troops in Iraq by about 30,000 -- to pre-'surge' levels -- by next summer, a senior administration
official confirms to CNN.

That's interesting.

I'm proudest of my tree analogy in the title.

I better move fast if I want me some John Krasinski

Jenna Fischer, Spouse Go Separate Ways

NEW YORK -- Jenna Fischer of "The Office" and her husband, filmmaker James Gunn, have separated after six years of marriage, Fischer's publicist, Lewis Kay, said Friday.

"We are sorry for any pain this causes family and friends," the pair said in a statement on Gunn's MySpace page. "The enthusiasm we have for each other's lives, spirits and careers is real -- we have been each other's cheerleader and friend during the past six years and continue to be so now and in the future."

The 33-year-old actress was nominated for an Emmy this year for her work on NBC's "The Office." She portrays mousy secretary Pam Beesly, who found confidence last season when she confessed her romantic feelings to co-worker Jim Halpert (John Krasinksi).

Gunn, 37, directed last year's "Slither," which co-starred Fischer. (Chicago Tribune)

Dropping like flies.

What do you think was going through their heads?

My guess: "We're bored, let's torture and dehumanize a random person!"

Today is the day to ponder our ability to be compassionate instead of totally disgusting asshats.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

I thought I told the boys to stop flirting with me...

Guess which blogger said this to me? :

"My God, you are a stunning vision of beauty! Do you do any modeling? You really should. I'm serious! Gazing upon your shining countenance is a balm for my soul!"

Now, guess why.

Oh, okay, fine, I'll just tell you. Mr. Fabulous ASKED ME to co-host his show and then GAVE MY TIME SLOT AWAY TO BRITT. Such a fucking slap in the face because you know all of the internet likes her better and I'm just second best. Well, THANKS FOR RUBBING IT IN, FAB.

And now he's attempting to make up for it. HA.

In the words of Padma Lakshmi: Eat me, and my deep fried pinkie toe!!!!


(Show's still on for December 2. ;)

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Friday, September 07, 2007

I can't figure out how to feel about this.

There is something very disturbing about watching xPLx talk about sucking her dick, licking her ass. And yet I am aroused by her eyes under the light.

Hmm. Is this video hot or not?

Do I have "flirt with me" tattooed on my forehead or something?

Seriously, boys ... settle it down.

I am very super charming *bat bat*

I just convinced my co-worker that he needed to loan me every single DVD he has at work (10) and his "Serenity: Those Left Behind" comic book in exchange for my Hot Fuzz DVD.

I kinda rock.

Anyone seen my belt?

My pants are seriously going to fall right off my bod. I need a belt! But I can't find any of them. Disastre. :)

(Which one of you stole all my belts?! Bad!)

old school

I used to have the biggest crush on Neneh Cherry:

It has not dissipated, I see. *giggle*

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Poppy flavored spring rolls

My friend with the very adorable kids (the wife of Break Boy) sent me this photo:

Along with it she wrote "this totally reminds me of you" which made me smile and feel some happiness. A step in the right direction. I had been feeling nothing for myself today... essentially numb. So, it's good to feel. :)

My interpretation: I am cute Asian food. Yum!

I wonder what the strawberries are doing there... Palate cleanser? And is that a larger than life smiling Buddha Jordan almond? heeeeeee!


This is a photo of Georgia, Ripley, Allie, and Little Kitty. LK was my childhood cat and was around for the first few months of my blog but she was very sick. She now sits in a wooden box on my bedside table.