Kaze Wo Atsumete.*
I still have nothing to do at work (which is bad, because it gives me time to do frivolous things like buying yarn on eBay), so you’re all going to have to put up with these crap-ass updates since I have nothing else to do.After the last few months episodes, I think Grey’s Anatomy is about one episode away from being off my DVR’s scheduled recordings list, therefore being dead to me (much like that horrible 24, which went from being a really good show to being a parody of itself). Meredith has always been the most annoying and least watchable character on that show, and after the ridiculous drowning/death episodes back in February, I wouldn’t be so sad to see her gone for good. (I know her name’s in the title. As that psycho Tyra Banks would say, So. What.) The stories aren’t engaging anymore. The characters aren’t sympathetic anymore. Izzy has turned into a whiny whore (previously Meredith’s primary role). George, just on the cusp of growing a pair of balls and standing up for himself after finding a woman who is not whiny or whore-y or boring, turns around and goes back to being a spineless pussy and sleeps with Izzy, even though he’s married to Callie. Alex is getting all soft and squooshy. And now, the only character that IS watchable and likeable - Addison Shepperd - is getting her own show, so she’s leaving. I don’t know if I have any reason to watch anymore (sorry, Joey).
I watched the episode that introduced the Addison spin-off show, and I liked it (Taye Diggs sure doesn’t hurt, that’s for sure). And the scene in the stairwell, where Tim Daly grabs Kate Walsh and tells her he’s going to kiss her - with tongue - so she’ll feel it? HOLY SHIT, did watching those two kiss get me going. I thought it was the fact that I only get laid every few months, and that I’m in a pathetic state sexually, but I talked to Kay, and it had the same effect on her.
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Wow. Celestia just totally had a fit right in front of everyone and started crying. She’s complaining that she can’t do things because the computer guys are working on her computer, and she’s SO SLAMMED with work (but she’s done nothing except organize her fucking vitamins eight thousand times, and accept personal calls on her cell phone. But she SO BUSY), and she’s overwhelmed, and things are stressful at home (not good for being married five days ago), and she’s trying to get everything done before her honeymoon next week, and blah blah blah, and she just started crying right in front of me.
Now, because I’m not a complete prick, I offered to help her get her things done. But that’s only because she was crying right in front of me. I can’t be a jerk if she’s crying and telling me that things are bad at home and she hasn’t even been married a week and she doesn’t have time to get all her work done. That being said, now she’s gone back to her desk, and I know she hasn’t done shit as far as her job goes all morning, so screw her. (See how my brain works? It’s great to be me.)
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*I’m listening to the Lost In Translation soundtrack right now. It makes me so happy. I love that movie.
I’ve been compiling a musical list in my head for something Willowfox is doing - which I think is awesome. She got an idea based on an entry Smed did, and she’s sending a CD with 40 songs that changed her life to whoever wants it, and they have to send a disc back in return. So I’ve been thinking about songs that really kicked my ass, and there are A LOT of them. I don’t know if I could narrow it down to 40. I mean, I might have 40 from each genre… Hmmm. I don’t know. I’m going to have to think about this.
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Wen finally got me into SecondLife, after hearing about it forever and seeing some other blog buddies write about it. Of course, she had to spend almost an hour on the phone with me telling me what to do (I warned her at our knitting group - I can complicate even the simplest of things), but I think I have it down now (maybe). So if you’re on there, look for me - my name is Hoar Voom (come on, you knew I was going to use that as my first name).
Too bad I can’t install it on this computer. It would save me from constantly having to wipe the drool that’s running down my chin while I sit here counting the seconds.
Is it five yet? Fuck. It’s only eleven.
This might not be the last you hear from me today.
You’ve been warned.
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