Monthly Archives: May 2005

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Ahora está cuando jugamos Cinco Preguntas

I’m playing a Five Questions Blog-a-thon with Thomas. Which means, he gets to asks me five questions, and I post my answers here, after agreeing to ask five questions of anyone who reads my blog. The rules are, you have to have a blog upon which to post your answers and you have to agree to ask questions of your readers who want to play. Okey-dokey? Here are my questions and answers.

1)Your favorite day of the week when you were 5? 15? 25?

That would be Friday, Friday and Friday. And my favorite day now? Ummm… Friday!

2) You’re driving to work where you’re going to be there in just enough time for an important meeting on a project you’re in charge of when you see a huge accident in your rear view mirror. It looks like a 20 car pile-up. Do you stop to offer assistance and make yourself late for your meeting?

If I could be of any type of assistance, I would stop without question. Meetings matter not when there are lives to be saved!

3) If you could pick and talk to the spirit of someone who died, who would it be and why?

My father. This is tough because I’d also like to talk to Moür Moür and see what’s up, if they have craft stores in the afterlife and such. And I admit, it would be kinda cool to speak to the victims of unsolved crimes. Especially a child, if it meant capturing some sicko and putting them behind bars before they could do more harm. And I wonder what Jung thinks of the collective unconscious now, that he may be part of it. But it would be my dad. I miss him. Plus, he has some ‘splaining to do

4) What song of Neil Diamond do you feel is his weakest? (You know, just outright sucks donkey balls.)

Does Neil have a weak song? I’m not sure that’s possible. I guess it would have to be “You don’t bring me flowers” because it’s a duet with Barbara Streisand, damn her black heart.

5) What was your favorite breakfast cereal when you were younger, and do you still eat it today?

Whatever it was, it had sugar in it, and I guarantee you I still eat it. I wasn’t allowed sugar cereal as a kid. So when cereal purchasing was in my control… every cereal was a sugar cereal!! it’s tapered down a lot, but I still buy a box every new box of cereal. I looooove cereal.

Ok, the spanish stuff stops at the end of cinco di mayo, don’t worry. It’s that Tiger [OS X 10.4] has this cute little translation widget….

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Amelia, pru, work

All of the sudden I am sick

Like that. BAMF! I came home from work last night, and went into my room to kick my shoes off, I got a little too close to my bed and it sucked me in and under the covers. It has a tendency to do that. Pru was happy because she was looking for something warm and squishy to lie down upon, something into which she could hook her claws. All of the sudden I wake up, it’s 30 minutes later, and I am sick. Just like that. Sore throat, congestion, achey head… some stupid cold just came in and bit me.

I came into work today, but most people have requested I go home. Everyone stands well away from me. Except Amelia. Speaking of her… many people tell me that what the world needs now are bracelets that say W.W.A.D. That would be cool. I asked her what she would do in my situation, if she were sick:

“I think you should go over and lick the monkee’s phone receiver, when he’s away from his desk.”

“BRILLIANT!!”

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dreams, uber

Now, to unleash screaming temporal doom!

Basically, I’m pretty comfortable living alone. I’ve done it for a long time now. I’m good at it. A little spoiled with it, in fact. But there are times when it would be nice to have another human being in the house. That’s usually when you wake up from a nightmare. And your house, which is normally a comforting quiet and dark at night, all the sudden has strange noises that concern you. Noises that sound vaguely boogiemanish. Noises a serial rapist clown would make, if he were breaking into your home with his giant clown shoes and red rubber nose. At times like these, you do the best you can. If the cat is sleeping on the bed with you, you pat her and let her know it’s ok, clowns aren’t really that scary. If the cat is not sleeping with you, you call out to her repeatedly until she hops up on the bed and lies down on you. And purrs. And then, of course, you pull the comforters over your head and repeat the protective mantra “go back to sleep go back to sleep go back to sleep!”

But last night was a doozie… I woke up screaming. I can’t remember ever doing that. Waking up with a yell or a shout, yes. But waking up screaming? No. And I can’t even remember what happened in the dream, because so many weird dreams came after that one. Including the one where I come to work in my white, terry cloth spa robe. The one I like to wear after taking a shower. Not as bad as coming to work naked, of course, but people do still look at you oddly. Anyway, in case you’ve never woken up screaming before, let me clue you in, it’s very unsettling. And the cat has no interesting in comforting you because you’ve scared the crap out of her. Pulling your covers over your head is not enough. Your normal mantra won’t work. Instead you have to sing “This Little Light of Mine… I’m Going to Let it Shine,” over and over. And you hear yourself ask the question you’ve never dared ask yourself before, “why didn’t I marry a NRA card carrying professional wrestler when my momma told me to?”

Speaking of scary, you should go see what happens at Marie’s house when she shoves a can of beer up a chicken’s butt and serves it for dinner. Tasty! No, seriously. It looks yummy.

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books

Yay me!

I finally finished my first book review over at Satan’s Bookclub. You wouldn’t think it would be so hard. I learned some lessons. Some hard, painful, life changing lessons.

  1. There is no shame in reviewing a book while intoxicated, as long as you spell check when you are done.
  2. Finish the book…. that’s right, the entire thing.
  3. If you are stuck, eat some deep friend potato foodstuffs. It helps.
  4. Trying to talk smack is not as easy as just talking smack.
  5. Take notes as you read the next book to review.
  6. Don’t read any books, articles or webpages about how to write a good book review, because they are crap.

If you’d like to be alerted when the next brilliant book review comes out, or the fabulous goings on in the bookclub itself, mosey on over to Satan’s Bookclub and sign up for the mail lists. What Jesus doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.

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I went outside today…

and I have proof! This is Lake Sammamish. See all the pretty little daisy type flowers?

Well, here is my shoe, next to some of those daisy type flowers. Photographic evidence.

And, just for fun, here is a picture of the lake if I turned to my left.

Gorgeous! It was too much beauty! So overwhelming I had to go to Target and look at things under fluorescent lighting.

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