Moody Meow

Geometrical storms on Saturn.Cool stuff. Watch the video (the link is at the bottom of the page). It’s frackin surreal.

Traveling smart, and traveling cheap. I am going to use this info when I plan my trip to PA for my grad study week in June (No, I don’t know if I’ve been accepted. I’m thinking positively). This is cool for those of you planning on coming out for my graduation (Alexis).

The cell companies get you where they can - text messages! I don’t use my phone for calls (except to a few) but I am a texting maniac. I thought it was a superfluous gimmick when I first used my phone, but now I am addicted and it’s how I plan and communicate. Besides, it’s always nice to get a random message, and I like to brighten someone’s day.

Drunk? Then it’s not rape. This guy should take his white wig and shove it up his ass. Drunk driving should be legal as well, if you are going by his logic.

MTV in the 80’s - you know…when they actually played videos? The quality is scratchy, but its entertaining.

WTF is Twitter and why would I use it? Oh, because it’s like crack. If I get all of you involved, this could be dangerous.

Banned from SNL. The list made me laugh. You banned Milton Berle for being himself? Sheesh.

Did your password get cracked? how long would it take? Passwords are funny business. I have a master pw I use for everything. I know that’s a bad idea, but my memory sucks. At least it’s not something retarded like “erica” or “cats”.

Get off the grid with your own wind turbine. This would be cool, although I don’t think the birds would like it much.

Please stop reading this if you are still watching Battlestar via iTunes, DVR or telepathy.

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I hate shoes. The toesies need fresh air. I love the textures of my world -  the crispy grass (it’s drying right now), the cool wood floors, the scratchy texture of concrete, the powdery sand. My shoes stay indoors when the heat rises. The books and sneakers hide in the back of the closet with the dust bunnies and large Valentine tumblefurrs (Val is one of my cats — and he sheds like mad — hence, tumblefur). I love my flop-flops. The only problem comes when I try to drive. When I was on 1792, a few months ago, my shoe slipped and hung onto the gas pedal. Not a big deal, I unsnagged it, but it scared the poop out of  me. So, now I drive barefoot. Vader (the Ford Focus) is a stick shift, and the sensation of the engine at my feet makes me happy.  I’m tempted to jump out of the care without shoes on, even when in a shopping plaza. Remember when I told you the little story about the Hummer tapping my bumper, well, that was why I was barefoot. I think I’m still a 5 year old at heart.

Speaking of Vader — he’s become the political-mobile. Some of my bumper stickers are going to piss people off.  It amuses me. I am trying to get my point across, but D had a good point: I should not drive like an asshat. I’m not a nice driver, unless I’m in my own neighborhood. Hypocrisy - I know.
The grad school mess is finished. My future hangs in the balance of the educational system. Three weeks for an answer. I won’t talk about this much. I feel like I will curse myself or something. The midterms are over as well. Those pissed me off, but again, nothing I can do about it now. I am trying to be zen about this.

D and I had a nice weekend. We succeeded in doing jack and shit, but it was nice jack and shit. We: went to Babbos, watched Casino Royale, ran errands, attempted to do homework, talked about my exhaustion and the validity of my medication. I felt a lot better, without the stress and relaxed enough to enjoy my time with D. We did notice that the beagles had fleas. It’s going to be a shitty summer for bugs.

I want to comment on politics, on the state of things in our government, but it pisses me off so completly, it will ruin the rest of my day. GAH! So, I am going to stew in real life and keep my blogging mouth shut.

On shiney happy notes….

RATCHETANDMOTHERFUCKINGCLANK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this series, in a sick way. This shouldn’t be news, but I know we will buy the PS3 for this game. I want one anyway, but this is the perfect reason to get it. I love this game. Love. Love. Love. (are you getting the point yet?) love…. l …. o ….. v …… e ……

Stardust the movie. I don’t know if you are familiar with the Gaiman book, but it is a good one. Quick read, entertaining. Good stuff. The movie has a rockin cast. I think we shall see this one in the theatre as well.

It’s monday. I need to get back to work, but I hope your monday is a happy one. I have more to ramble about, but my veggie burger calls……

5 minutes of 300!

Youtube’s quality sucks, but it does offer a taste of Friday’s happiness.

Unless you have had your head up your ass (or you are not interested - which would also be indicative of your head being up your ass) you know that 300 comes out on Friday. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. D and I are heading down on Friday to see it @ the Winter Park place. I thought it would be nice if a group of us got together to take over the theater and to watch Gerard Butler and his sexy Spartans kick some ass.

Also, Monday is David’s birthday, so I had hoped after the movie that some of us could get together for a few beverages in the name of celebration and geekdome.

Whatchoo think?

sorry honey… I promise not to sing happy birthday

Holyshitholyshitholyshit!!

I don’t know if you have read the graphic novel, but it’s beautiful and brutal. Read that, then read this review. I can’t wait. This is one of those movies that I will see as soon as it comes out. And considering my deep hatred for the movie theater experience, this is a big deal. So drool my friends…..drooooooll!

Here is a sneak peek, if you are interested.

on my cuticle, no less. &%(^%($$(+!!!!!! Fuck! That hurt!

I’ve been quiet lately, I know. The flip side to this is that I’ve actually called people recently. I know, it’s shocking. Don’t worry. I will re-embrace my irritation with phones and retreat back to e-mail and conversations via meebo.

I am listening to a few Cirque de Soliel soundtracks. They are quite good. Listening to them without watching the performers allows my mind to roam as I plod through my day. The songs are primal (at least some of them) and evocative.

I feel overwhelmed by school and work. Juggling a full class load while trying to finish a big project for work = no sleep, mad stressed, and grumpy. D and I have plans with friends this weekend, but I have my first field lab for Botany on Saturday. I get to go to Chululota at 8. How exciting is that ? *sarcasm* I am regretting my decision to take this class. There’s a shitload of work. GAH! And I had a quiz in grammar, which I bombed. How in the fuck can I bomb an open-book quiz? ^(#^&#%^&(#$!! Amanda and I are getting together on Sunday so that we can work out our grammar homework together. I hate grammar. I am feeling very very uneasy about school this semester. I feel very uneasy about the move as well. It’s just…. stress. Blech. Oh, and I have to work this weekend. Can I pout now?

I need a nap.

I found this video on youtube of Rachel Brice. I recently bought a video where she breaks down all of the basic moves, and it kept me sore for a few days. She’s an amazing tribal belly dancer (notice the dark clothing and lack of sparkly shit). All of those moves are harder than they look. She has total control over every muscle in her body. It’s amazing.

The last Harry Potter book is coming out in July. I can’t pre-order it because we won’t know where we will be in July. Perhaps I should pre-order it and have it sent to my sister’s house. She’s not moving anytime soon. Hmmm….

I talked to my birth daughter the other night. She went to NYC for her 13th birthday, and thinks that I am old. Ahh, youth. She thinks 30 is ancient. She’s so damn cheerful, it’s infectious. I also spoke with her mother and father. Her dad is fucking adorable. He giggles, and you can hear his smile. His greek accent makes the voice and enthusiasm all the sweeter. Her mother and I talked about growing old. I forgot that she’s only 1.5 years younger than my mother. I think some part of her is horrified that she’s really old enough to be my mother. And we talked about gray hair. She makes me laugh - and they are going to try to come out for my graduation. I would love that soooo much. The birth daughter also sent me pictures. She looks like me in the eyes, but her nose is not mine. And she doesn’t have my hair. It’s shiny and straight. Genetics are cool.

So, that is my half-assed update. Have a nice Thursday.

Harry Potter done grow’d up.

I feel so dirty.

I don’t nap often. I can’t slow down enough to get my mind to rest without the help of my meds. If you are curious, and I know you are, I don’t take sleeping pills. But sleep without chemical help remains an impossibility unless I am very exhausted. I was tired yesterday. I took a nap, slept for two hours, and woke up in the best mood. Then I puttered around for two hours, read a cook book (I’m so fucking domestic) and watched some television. My sister called as I was going to bed (you are fired Lex). Remind me to call her today…. it’s on my list of things to do.

It’s Friday, and those of you who had the week off, I would like to share my bitterness and loathing. It’s unfair and cruel to keep me locked indoors. I want to hug a tree, damnit! Give me freedom, or at least give me a few days off.

CURSES ON YOUR HOUSE

I’m done now.

I just realized that D has the week off and technically I cursed my own house. That could be problematic.

So, what are you plans for New Year’s Eve? I have a date with Anne. Don’t hate…she loves me. And we are both old ladies with limited funds who need to get our drunk on. And ladies and gentlemen – I plan on drinking more than 6 beers! I know! It’s shocking! There could be a wicked hangover in my future. Then again, I could use my newly found anti-hangover recipe so that I can have all the fun without the ick that inevitably comes. I’m old. My body hates me. It loves hangovers. But I combat it with all of this before I go to bed: pepto – one fair swig, a glass of V8 Fusion – I’m partial to the Strawberry-banana, a multivitamin, at least one quart of water, and something with carbs – crackers or bread. If you still feel ill in the morning, have a banana. Oh, and work out or walk the following day. Your body wants to expel the poison, the toxins. Help it out.

My week, although weighed down by work, swirled around indulgent dinners and wine. Ladies and gentlemen, I drank twice this week! I’m just a crazy person. And, D and I went to both Taste and Babbos. The latter came via an invitation from Amanda and Adam. I can’t say no to Babbos. Then I got a little happy with all of the wine, everyone reconvened at our place, drank more wine, and I got a little manic. When I get the least bit soused, I like to talk about music. It’s annoying trait that I’ve tried to embrace, and it’s fine when it’s just D and I, but if there are other people in the house, I want to illuminate them and share my love particular bands and songs. Then I get all up in the art. I showed them my Da Vinci book. Then the Suicide Girls book. Then I realized I was embarrassing myself with the gushing and silliness. So, Amanda, I’m sorry if I bored you. Sometimes I have puppy-like traits, where I wiggle and squirm and just want to share the love. Luckily I won’t pee on your leg. (remember that time Julie….hehehe).

I get to meet D for lunch. That makes me very happy.

My birthdaughter turns 13 in just over a week. I am officially old now. Jesus.

I had more to write about, but I’m more than a little hyper and think that I shall leave you all for now.

Oh! One more thing. Rebecca, one of my two belly-dancing ladies, gave me a CD filled with belly dancing music. I giggle when I heard 5 Dead Can Dance songs on it – and three were live versions! I have to raid her house and rip all of her live stuff. And I have two belly dancing DVDs coming today. Perhaps this new obsession comes as a surprise, but I am very happy to be moving in that manner, to allow my hips and shoulders and hands to sway. Music is in my soul, and this belly dancing thing (side note – this is tribal or fusion belly dancing, not the traditional style) has reawaken something primal and joyful in me.

I hope you have a wonderful Friday and a beautiful New Year! I’m doing this ahead of time because I practically fall off this site during my time off…..

I am going to listen to a few of these while I’m at work. Distractions are wonderful.

Oh my. This article could be about me. I think I have 3 iPods, and I proposed to D with one. It’s become a part of our everyday culture. Each morning I start my day with a cup of coffee and the soothing sounds of my iPod video. For a while, I even had movies ripped so that I could listen to them throughout my day. For some reason, movies are my audiobook. When I cook, I often have a movie playing on my laptop. But, back to the iPod. I own more than one and drool when the newer, slicker ones come out. But at this point, I think I’ve got all I need in mp3 players. Another laptop? That’s becoming a must.

The Pope has something to say about our addition to technology. He does have some valid points, but if God is a DJ, then the Ipod is his son.

**note — God is a DJ is a song by Faithless –

I wanted to sleep last night. I needed it. Instead, I tossed and turned and tried to get into my favorite position (on my stomach one leg straight and the other bent and horizontal with my hip), and then I flipped onto my back and stared at the dark ceiling. Soft sounds, haunting and full of alluded action, swirled around my ears. I’m manic, and I didn’t sleep. At 5:30, I tried to steal one more hour. D hit the snooze on the alarm and I managed to rest my brain for just a little bit, but I hung on that edge, just a half-breath away from the waking world. I should have run. Damnit.

It’s Monday. But I have wonderful plans for the evening. Anne (my BFF) and I are going to bellydancing with a lovely woman named Rebecca. This started with a drunken conversation at Red Light Red Light. When someone you adore text-messages you from a bar — always go! I don’t know what to expect, but at least I will be shaking my groove thang! Rebecca belly dances on a regular basis, and I could use the help with my mid-section.

My lunch break will also be filled with fun. I am going to Target. This is not exciting for most of you, but because I work at near the Souper - Target near Milennia, I can jaunt right over and pick up the needed supplies while circumventing the mad Xxxx-mas shoppers and their bulging carts. On my little trip I will pick up lunchy bits so that I can work late and not have to go out and get food for the rest of the week. Wh00t and stuff (that was not exactly enthusiastic).

I like parenthesis. I’m not sure why.

It’s off to swim in paperwork. I hope I don’t get a papercut.

D showed me this last night. I must say — holy SHIT!

I would like to state this for the record - this is a movie based on a graphic novel, and as such, is allowed to go into the color saturation and CG realm without any need for explanation. Suspend reality, for just a moment, and then watch it again.

If you want the whole story before the movie comes out, pick up 300 by Frank Miller (yes, the man that brought you Sin City).

Order of the Phoenix teaser trailer

From the depths of a shit-tastic week comes hope, reborn and clean. My trust for my coworkers has been shattered. I will walk softly, carefully and remember that my time here is limited. I won’t bring work home with me (both literally and figuratively). That’s just the way of my life today.

I am looking forward to this weekend though. David and I are going riding  and I really mean it. We had a hitch installed on the back of Vader so we can put the bikes on a rack without banging the hell out of the back of the car. We need to use it. And we shall. Besides, I have a nifty new seat that I need to try out. I hope this one won’t kill my bits. Oooh. And I love my cyclometer. I just love toys.
D and I are going to see the new James Bond movie. I’ve read good reviews and I think that taking the story away from the gadgets and focusing more on Bond’s character (moral) and the relationships sets the movie up for a success. We’ve all seen the big, bombastic pyrotechnics. They bore me. New direction — woo hoo!!   I think that Daniel Craig is very very sexy in an unusual, rock-hard body kind of way. Add Eva Green (The Dreamers, Kingdom of Heaven) and you have a recipe for  a fun flick. I will warn you now, and I have stated this before, I like almost all of the movies I see. Perhaps my gushing seems over the top, but I love the escapist nature of film.

Art Feast ended up being a lot of fun. Thanks to Julie and Amanda for being there to witness D and I smushing red velvet cupcakes in each other’s faces. I should tell you the back story. When D and I got married (the second time), I made cupcakes instead of a traditional wedding cake. As the night wore on (and I think I’ve told this story a million times) I found that all of the cupcakes were gone. So sad for me. So my presentation for Art Feast was meant to showcase the cake exchange that never happened. Yes, D and I got rowdy and instead of feeding each other, we aimed for maximum cupcake damage.  I admit to losing that battle. Icing went in my hair, my eyelashess and my ear. I only managed to get a little on D’s shoulder and then I shucked the barely-damaged cupcake at him. It was less than effective. There should be lots of pictures, and I promise to share. It was fun. I hope I got an A. Well, I should have. My project was dangerous, damnit.

The PS3 came out. I wants.

Today I get to go to the doctor to have some moley-moleys removed. (What was that movie again?) I’m not that jazzed about this, but I need to get them looked at before I end up with something truly nasty. Joy.

And on that note, I am going to go to the bathroom because I’ve had entirely too much water this morning. Thank you for listening, and happy Friday.

I love Gmail!

I am such an e-mail whore. I love it. I am officially addicted to the internets .

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I can’t get the damn thing to work. Poop.

I was in bad shape yesterday. My right eye socked throbbed. Each heartbeat brought about another rush of pain. It didn’t let up. I managed to make it to school. I should rephrase that. I made it to the parking lot, finished my reading in the car, and then it started. My stomached clenched and seized. For a good 10 minutes I dry heaved in the parking lot. There would be no class (this is the second week in a row). When I got home, I called D, and I wrapped myself in a blanket and curled up into pained ball on the couch. He made me eat, and gave me one of the ibuprophins that I had for my back. I went to bed very very early. I feel much better now. This is a starting over point. Next week things will be different and my expectations for myself will be more realistic. I’m only human, no matter how much I deny that little fact.

So, I am working a little late, but this evening, D and I will start off our lovely weekend with a nice dinner at Babbo’s. Where it goes from there, who knows. But, we are planning a lot of rides (I would like to manage 120 miles in the time we have off.) and I am going to catch up on the homework. I still have to go to class, but I will in a good space.

Final Punking Party thingy!! Remember, it’s Saturday @ 9:00. Bring your drinks and a lawn chair. I’m providing snacks and a good time. Oh, and I am supplying punkins!!! Hollie — you asked about s’mores. Regular marshmallows have gelatin, but one of my friends is trying to make vegetarians marshmallows for me. If you want, bring s’mores stuff. I have the sticks for the marshmallows

I haven’t done links for a while, so here you go!

Alternative punkin patterns. Since we haven’t carved anything yet, I thought we should try one or two of these!!

Trade paperbacks! I am very into the trading thing vs purchasing at full price and throwing things away. I think this is a brilliant idea. So, what do you think?

Firefox 2.0. I updated Firefox as soon as I could. 1.5 ran slow on my Mac and got buggy on my work PC. But, 2.0 is like buttah. And little features, like the internal spell check make me very very happy. I won’t get into how much I hate IE, and I’ve been very disappointed in Safari. I heart Firefox. And because I am a total dork, I have lots of fun with the extensions and the themes. Yes, I’m a geek. Bite me.

Wil Wheaton reviews Sandman. I love his sense of humor. He always seems to make me giggle.

How much do you know about the Peanuts classic “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown?”

And in honor of my beagles and the great pumpkin - a morning strip for you.

I am listening to his album “The Space Between Us” and I am happy. I just thought I would share the love.

Holy shit! I must see this. I must!

This is the preview behind the scenes thingy for Rome. I loved the series. Yes, I know there were historical innacuracies, but sometimes you just have to suspend disbelief.

You know you want this.