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evildeb, movies and tv, music, work

Steve drives like he lives life; hard, fast and scared.

We Used to Be Friends (Theme Song) from the album “Veronica Mars (Original Television Soundtrack)” by The Dandy Warhols

I’m listening to the soundtrack to Veronica Mars. It’s an excellent show, and an excellent soundtrack. I know a lot of my friends watch Lost, which this season, plays opposite of Veronica Mars, but hopefully you’ll check out VM when Lost is in repeats. It’s a very smart show, well written, and has fun cameos every once in a while. Last week was Joss Whedon as an obnoxious car rental clerk. [Apparently he calls Veronica Mars “Best. Show. Ever.” ] Earlier in the season it was Kevin Smith as, get this, a convenience store clerk! Yes! Anyway, last season is out on DVD, so you can ask Santa for it, or you can come over and watch my copy.

I promise I will watch Lost, when season two comes out on DVD. From what I hear, I might as well save myself the mental anguish and wait until I can watch a whole bunch of both seasons at once.

Survived the trip to Portland, but it was a long day. Put Dr. Stevil, Evildeb and I into a car together for more than five minutes, and it’s like driving around 3 obnoxious 7 year olds on a sugar high. Dr. Stevil is my hero because he used his fancy Treo phone PDA thingy to get a serial number for the trial version of Mah Jong I had on my laptop, from the road. Nonetheless, by the time we dropped him off at his house, late last night, he ran practically screaming from the car. It was so cute.

I Hear the Bells from the album “Veronica Mars (Original Television Soundtrack)” by Mike Doughty

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music, work

Second Tuesday in November

Today is the day when good boys and girls, in the United States, go out and vote. All sorts of fun stuff on the ballots today. Including a new mayor for Seattle, although I don’t get to vote for that, I am not registered in the city of Seattle. In celebration of election day, my neighborhood senior citizen philosopher has changed his Placemat Platitude. Unfortunately, it’s a repeat.

“The ballot is stronger than the bullet.” ~ Abe Lincoln

I had a rock in my hand, and I was getting ready to throw it at his window, yelling “Hey… old man! We’ve seen that one before!” but then I noticed he added a festive little “Vote!” banner, at the bottom. At a jaunty angle. So, ok… this time we’ll let it go.

All of you… go do what you’re told and vote!

I bought this cd today:

Kate Bush: Aerial

I’ve just started listening to it, but so far, I love it.

Oh, one more thing, I had to borrow a Windows laptop for some seminar thing I was participating in. Yay. I left my desk and found the following note when I returned:

Dear Mr Alien,

Please bring back my friend Jodi as soon as possible and remove the Jodi-look-a-like impostor you left in her place.

I’m on to you, Mr. Alien, you may think you are really clever and that the substitution was flawless. But you made one huge, fatal, mistake – Ha! PC laptop!!

Bring back Jodi – remove the clone and we’ll say no more about it.

Yours sincerely, Louise, Alien Clone Sub Spotter Extraordinaire

XXX

PS: The cheese pie detail almost fooled me. Nice.

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nanowrimo, work

My script is now complete. Soon I will rule the industry, and you’ll still be writing line one of whatever it’s called.

I’d say my NaNoWriMo word count is about… oh, 200? I have to admit, I did not work on it much last night. I’ve got this thing I have to write for work. It’s not technical documentation, but rather a little script for a little movie we are making. It’s a long story. Suffice to say, I am not used to being creative and funny on demand. I need to have something drafted by Friday morning, and since I have not had time to work on it during the day, I was researching last night. It’s not an unpleasant task, I just feel that I have to get this out of the way, and then I will be able to concentrate on my Nano project.

I also found many other means of procrastinating last night. Usually, I don’t procrastinate that hard until the 2nd week. I actually watched the movie Daredevil. Guh.

When I finish the script [I’ve never written a script before. Are they expecting it in script form? With, like … stuff about what people are to be doing, as well as saying?] I will have to give you guys the links to the online films I was watching to research dialog. They are pretty funny. Unfortunately, I do not believe I will be able to show you the little film after it is made, as it’s work stuff, and Top Secret work stuff at that.

I leave you with a hilarious link, instructions on becoming a Republican. Sorry to all my Republican readers, no offense intended. Although, it is pretty insulting to you guys, major generalizations and all that. But, hey.. love me, love my liberal outlook.

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Amelia, evildeb, work

Amelia learns our private shame.

Amelia: What is wrong with The New Kid?

Me: Paco? He’s drunk.

Amelia: I thought you all were in a meeting… how did he get drunk?

Me: It was a Happy Birthday to Those with Birthdays in Oct. and Nov. Meeting.

Amelia: Like you.

Me: Yes, and Tessa, Dr. Stevil, others. But it was a Cake and Margarita party.

Amelia: Cake and Margaritas, do they go well together?

Me: Not really, but everyone seemed to like it. I had a diet pepsi. Our boy Paco here is a light weight.

Amelia: He’s damn near hysterical, I fail to see what’s so amusing.

Me: He just told me I was cool, like Evildeb. We were equal levels of cool, but it’s a HIGH level of cool.

Amelia: Shows you what he knows.

I have decreed a new decree… from now on, we get Paco drunk at least once a week. Preferably on a Friday afternoon, as it’s a perfect excuse to quit working, for he is just delightful in his mirth. He simultaneously celebrated Evildeb’s coolness factor and her retardedness quotient. And pronounced her GREAT. I warned him I was going to blog him, I told him… but he was too busy explaining to spyware on his computer how he was going to combat it. And a trip of the men’s bathroom recovered the following fact: it smells pooey. Delightful!

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Jodi and Evildeb in a meeting/conference call

Evildeb: you are soooo funny to them

Evildeb: they just laugh and laugh

Jodi: like a monkey

Jodi: that’s my role

Evildeb: who’s the monkey

Evildeb: they laugh like monkeys

Jodi: i was thinking i was the monkey

Evildeb: no

Jodi: look at, laugh at the little monkey

Evildeb: I think they are a gaggle of monkeys

Jodi: what do you call a group of monkeys? i’m looking it up.

Evildeb: a gaggle

Evildeb: especially when they laugh

Jodi: troop

Jodi: it’s a troop of monkeys

Jodi: but its a shrewdness of apes

Evildeb: I’m a shrewdness of apes

later in the meeting…

Evildeb: when she said “ping us” it sounded like penis

Jodi: i know. “if you hear of this issue, just… penis.”

And then I got the giggles. But at least now we know about the monkeys.

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evildeb, sims, work

Jodi eats for free today.

The New Kid was moving into the cube next door to me today, so I hauled everything of mine that was left in there, over to my own desk. “Hauled” makes it sound like there was a lot. There wasn’t. I waited until the last minute because I so enjoyed the constant reminders from various people that I was getting a New Kid soon, and had to move my stuff. What? You are kidding? A New Kid? I did not know that! Sarcasm does become me, trust me.

So, when I was getting ready to leave for the day, I hear Dr. Stevil and EvilDeb talking to the New Kid about my desk. Now, even tho he is New, he is not really “new” to us. He used to work with the three of us at the vendor. Then he left, and made us cry. Now he works at my POE, but not on my product team. Anyway, I heard Evildeb say something about how they threw away all their trash and crap, when we moved to the new part of the building, but that I just brought mine along with me. Which is true. I didn’t have time to go through all that crap! I thought I would do that when I unpacked. But then, I haven’t finished unpacking yet. [April. we moved in April, in case you are wondering.] Now, Evildeb and Dr. Stevil are both freakishly neat. And Evildeb was explaining how she didn’t really need her second set of drawers, but her things “bring joy to her life.” I tried to point out that it was hypocritical to make fun of me. But that’s like comparing a tiny orange to a room full of apples running amuck. Golden Delicious, tho they may be.

“Yeah, but Jodi… JODI. Come on… Jodi.”

“Yeah. ok… but you should see the back of my car!” It’s worse than my desk.

“Not to mention your house?”

Now, I resent that remark. She has not been in my house since last fall! She has no idea what shape it is in! Besides, I don’t have time for housework, I have sims who need me to get them into private school, and teach them to cook, and to put them into situations that allow for public woo-hoo! I have to keep their houses clean, damn it!

I managed to eat entirely for free today, there was complimentary food galore at work. That’s a good day, in my book.

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Guess what we are about to do, here at my Place of Employement…

come one… guess! That’s right, we are having another party! It’s been a week, after all. This one is cool. It’s a 10 year anniversary party for someone and it’s off site. It’s a wine tasting party and, in the end, we each get to take a bottle of wine home with us. I know … I know… I live in some kind of dream world, but it’s true! Evildeb left early to work from home, so she is missing it. Now she is angry with me because I will not give her my bottle of wine. I have a party to go to on Saturday, and taking a bottle of wine with you is a very grown up thing to do, I’ve heard. So I’m keeping my booze. You go home early to snooze, you lose.

I can’t wait to sip wine and spit it out at someone. Spitting is fun!

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work

I can see all obstacles in my way

Frequently commentor, and 50 word fiction author, DrinkJack left his home today – setting off on a two week long road trip around various parts of the western US. He’s going to be here in Seattle on the 4th and 5th and I have taken time off to go out and play with him. We are going to head into some mountains and trample foliage and throw rocks a the wildlife. No… I’m kidding. We’ll “take only pictures” and “leave only footprints.” Unless the wildlife pisses me off. Then they are getting a stone upside the furry little head. Little muther fuc… no, come on… I love animals. Seriously. They are great. Smooch! I kiss them.

We had a BBQ here at work today. I don’t know why, exactly. We just do stuff like that on occasion. I had steak! They had steak! Louise was here, but not officially back at work. She’s back officially on Tuesday. But she came in for lunch. I have missed her! There are things that can only be discussed with people who know how annoying other people can be, without ever even meeting them. You know? We all have our gifts.

I feel like I should post some kind of current event or something. Rustle up some political commentary after the president’s speech. But I just don’t have it in me. What’s on my mind instead? Uhhh… Tessa called me a jerk at the BBQ and I think she’s being difficult. Especially when I have no idea what jerky thing I was doing. Now she is shunning me. It’s ok, tho. Because I have a meeting in a bit. It will be easy to shun me then, as I will be away from my desk. Also, you remember that song by Chumbawumba? “I Get Knocked Down.” I heard it on the radio and it made me laugh, because when I first heard the song I thought he was saying “I get no tongue, but I get over it…” I thought it was about a man who gets no lovin’. I like it better that way.

Thank you, Thomas, for explaining the onsie-twosie concept to us. Generally I think of onsie twosie in terms of commercial printing. A onsie twosie being a small job with few copies. River, the onsie twosie dance was something I made up. It’s not square, it’s not polka, it’s not swing… and it’s not even remotely graceful. But when I do it, I look goooooood.

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Why didn’t you come out and play with me? I waited for you and you never came out!

So here I am, working from home. I don’t do this a lot, because I am too easily distracted. I mean, a few feet away is my bedroom, and in there is my comfy squooshy bed. Sometimes, I just like to run and jump on it. But sometimes, I don’t get back up right away. The temptation is strong. That is one of many reasons why I work at work, and ummm….. home at home.

I was going to post a picture of me working from home with my iSight, but I did not look good. I looked tired and pasty. I wonder why? Oh yeah, I know why, because I only slept three hours. Was I playing the sims? Nooooo. Was I cleaning my house? Noooooo. I was just doing that thing I do, where I start out to do something like, say, clean the bathroom, and I end up trying on all my summer clothes to see how the fit, instead. Not that I did that last night, but that is a good example of what it is I do, when I do that thing.

Then, all of the sudden, it was midnight, and I decided to go to Walgreens. I had a prescription to pick up. Plus, that is just the best time to go to Walgreens and look around. There were so many things I could have purchased. They had little American flags, and inspired by a debate I had with Thomas, yesterday, I thought I might create an object d’art and call it “America – My Country: You Do Know That None of The Other Countries Are Inviting You to Their Birthday Parties, Don’t You?” But I couldn’t find any astroturf, which was essential to my design. But they had Milk Duds. [purchased] and Peach Snapple Ice Tea [purchased]. So… good enough.

Short story long, I was up for a while, didn’t sleep until after two, but woke up at 5. Hence…. lack of sleep. I wasn’t able to pry myself out of bed right away. And now, I am punchy. Literally. I want to punch someone, but with love.

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Amelia, evildeb, work

Evildeb thinks I’m crazy, Amelia is striving for more, and Louise is on a boat to Russia.

After Evildeb responded to a managerial request with a buttload of information:

Jodi: Hello ball! I’m Deb, and I am going to be on top of you now.

Evildeb: I fell off right after

Jodi: louise did that a couple of weeks ago. she was sitting on my exercise ball… fell right off. hit her head on the desk. i hope you didn’t hit your head on the desk. 

Jodi: hey… my eye is twitching, it won’t stop. it was doing that last night too. does that mean i am crazy?

Evildeb: Yes.

Jodi: whooo-hooo!  good-bye rational thinking!!

Louise is on sabbatical now. At least I hope she is, the last thing I heard from her was a totally stressed out email on Saturday. If everything went according to plan, she flew home to Scotland yesterday. Then she and her mum are going on a Scandinavian cruise. So I kinda hate her. Not kinda…I do. She’s going to St. Petersburg and I’ve always wanted to go there! Since way back when it was Leningrad! Not fair. She’s also going to Sweden, probably Stockholm. And Coppenhagen, Amsterdam and something German. Can’t remember what. I told her to bring me back something Russian. Like a sailor. Hoo-boy! I’m going to miss her. I’ll have to find someone else to come and visit me every day and tell me how hard it is for someone like herself to deal with the “regular” people. That’s my girl!

Amelia: Why is he so excited, and loud, today?

Me: Beginning of the quarter… fresh clean sales slate. He’s “striving.”

Amelia: “Striving?”

Me: Yes, he’s rilly rilly striven.

Amelia: Is that a word?

Me: Look it up.

Amelia: Do you see a dictionary in this poster with me?

Me: Sheesh… you used to be such a striver, too.

Amelia: I could strive your ass off, kid.

Me: Word.

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