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I miss you!
Monthly Archive for January, 2004
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This time courtesy of the Roach Coach.
No greasy fries this time.
Just a nice turkey salad. Oh, and a piece of Italian Lazzaroni chocolate (Praline with Amaretii di Saronno crumbles) for dessert. Yum!
I wants to try me some of dat new Lime Diet Coke. (Thanks to Mike Doss for the link!)
me: How is life on the east coast?
SageOne: extremely busy at the moment
him: how about the west side?
me: It smells like popcorn
me: Although I do believe it is a local phenomenon
him: why’s that?
me: Specific to my building, in fact.
him: really
him: that’s strange
him: very strange
me: It’s really not that strange. The lunch room is located one floor directly below us.
him: i see
me: And based on the degree of burndedness (yes, that’s a word), I would say someone decided that 10 minutes is an appropriate length of time to pop popcorn.
him: nice. burnt?
me: Yup. The odor has lingered for more than 2 3 hours now
I don’t know what’s worse. The yummy smell of popcorn that makes me want to eat bags and bags of it, or the yuck smell of burnt popcorn. Burnt popcorn is one of the toughest odors to ignore.
This was almost as bad as the day that one of the “talent” decided to cook (and burn to bits) ONSTAGE some beans he was making for a potluck*. For the next 5 hours, the soundstage (and our connecting offices) smelled like burning sewage*.
I kept having to “go on walks” to keep from hurling all over my desk. It is messy enough as it is.
Finally getting to grub.
Everything looks yummy at the moment. Even this candylike keybo…
Rocker Ted Nugent Injures Self With Chainsaw
Accident Happens During Taping Of New Reality Show
I don’t even know where to start with this one.
I shall have another one tomorrow night, too.
(That’s Office #2)
Wheeeeeeee!
Look, I love Sarah Polley. My sister and I have always been fans. She is one of the treats that Canada has given us (we also appreciate: The Kids in the Hall, cold fronts from the north, and a land much like the U.S. except with out as many guns and less garbage, and more healthcare…). Anyway she is in a new remake of Romero’s “Dead” trilogy, specifically “Dawn of The Dead” which looks fabulous! I decided to let my sis know about it. Here are the e-mails that transpired:
Continue reading ‘Concerning Ving Rhames and his many contributions to the world of high art…’
Heading out to pick up Thai food for our indoor picnic.
(Doesn’t that sound much nicer than “eating at our desks?”)
Yoshi, thanks for the acknowledgment. Anything i can do to help. I understand that sometimes jealousy can help spark a bit of romance, i am glad that i could help. it is really brave of you to admit all of that so publicly, and as a friend to both of you, i must commend you on not being so full of pride that you couldn’t admit how much i have helped out recently in your relationship. just let me know if i can do anything else to help. And let me know if you need my services, i can go on a date with you to get joz jealous whenever necessary. I love to help you love. Love, professoreric
yeah. um, prof. eric made me jealous. so i had to take my girlfriend out to dinner and a movie. uh huh. let me tell you what really happened…
originally, i was supposed to attend a birthday party for my ex. she turned 30 on thursday. but i made no reply to the evite i was sent for said party, so i was still debating about whether or not to go. jozjozjoz let me know as she was walking out the door thursday morning that she had the evening free and was looking forward to spending some time together. like an ass, i said i was going to my ex’s birthday party, but would be home relatively early.
i went to work and told a co-worker about the party and that i was in a quandry about what to do–go to the party to help an ex celebrate a significant birthday, or spend the evening with joz? he looked at me, thumped me on the head, and said, “yo, dumbass, your girlfriend wants to spend time with you? what do you owe your ex? you’re not with her anymore for a reason, right? what are you thinking?” i paraphrase, of course, my friend is a much more learned man than to start a sentence with “yo.”
suffice it to say, i felt rather sheepish at my lack of judgement, and i called jozjozjoz to ask her to spend a lovely evening with me. hence, the date.
Continue reading ‘the truth about date night’
Remember this?
So during the infamous wedding season of 2003 (which really wasn’t over when I thought it was), I mentioned that my cousin & her now-husband won an HP contest for a whole bunch of cool HP toys for their wedding.
Guess what? Photos are up on the HP Wedding website:
Guess what else?
I (or part of me, anyway) am in three of those photos.
Isn’t it just my luck that a picture of me to be seen by thousands and thosands of people features me in my PJs and pigtails? And there’s no kind of context to show why the heck we are all there in our PJs. I just look like a ridiculous cartoon character.
Here is a shot where you can see my socks, my PJs and my hands. It is a precursor to my debut as a hand model (next shot).
I am quite proud of my hand in this shot. See how steady I held the little name card? It is my debut as a hand model… the first step in a lucrative new career. And I don’t know who “Dr. Sally” is except that I don’t think she ever showed up to the wedding, which is why I was holding the card for the shot.
It’s more like a Sex and the City Viewing Party, but there is a lot of food out for the five people that were invited. (Two already said they weren’t going to make it.)
Dude.
The evite said 8pm and Yoshi is sitting in the living room saying “No one’s coming.”
Thank goodness for TiVo. It just means there’s more food for me.
Thanks for having faith in my party planning skills, Hunny!
UPDATE: Oooh! Sharky and her gf are here!
UPDATE #2: oOOH! Our guest of honor is here! Everyone’s here!
I was the lucky commenter on Lisa’s (Glimpse of a Grrl) blog recently & the recipient of a semi-random surprise present!
So, I was THRILLED to find that Lisa sent me the I Love Lucy – Season One (Vol. 1) (1951) DVD from my Amazon wishlist.
What a nice thing to do!
THANK YOU!
People, people, people! Simmer down. Look, we have to take this one step at a time. I mentioned recently in a joz-urp that if need-be my services could be requisitioned if necessary, for dating services. More correctly, a pre-date for an anticipated-instant-jealousy-induced-date. Well I have talked it over with my lawyers (ok, a friend of mine who was pre-law ‘til he discovered how much more exotic dancing pays) and I have decided, I will not go into business officially. I will, however, take each date/escort proposition on a case-by-case basis. Since I have already had some interest, I will have to start a list. As of now here is the order: 1. azure (we will work on the other date) 2. Shannon (depending on my schedule, I might agree to having you fly me out to Ohio, for your purposes) 3. Meeta (will do our best to make sure the “wonders never cease” as you say.) Everyone else, well, get in line! Each person desiring my services must submit an essay, no longer then 500 words, to help me get a better idea on how to set priority. I cannot accept payment, only gifts and dinner and a show. Remember, I am here to help. Think of me as the Mother Teresa of the Dating World (except I am alive and not an old nun in India.)
This was an actual IM “exchange” from 12/29 after I got someone’s auto away message reply.
me: I’m so sad!
me: I wanted to chat with you!
me: NOW NOW NOW!
me: But I guess I’ll wait.
me: Patiently
me: *sigh*
me: *twiddles my thumbs*
me: (which incidentally, is quite hard to do while typing)
me: (You should try it sometime, let me know how you fare)
[an hour later, after no reply]
me: You’re still gone?!
me: *sigh*
“I’m so sad” is just sooooo accurate, no?
P.S. – If this looks familiar to you, why didn’t you respond?!?! Oh why, oh why?!
So Yoshi called me at work in the middle of the day and asked “What are you doing tonight?”
I said that I was not planning to go out anywhere.
The next thing I know, a certain someone says to me: “Yes you are, you’re going out with me. For date night. Tonight.”
YAY! Date night with Yoshi! I think our last date night was sometime LAST YEAR! (The horror!)
It seems my ploy to make Yoshi jealous and take me out on date night worked!
Thanks Prof Eric for whoring yourself out to be a part of my master plan!
And the only drink I had last night was a Diet Coke.
My left ankle is very swollen from my trip last night. I was going to take snapshots to remember my little vacation, but was too distracted by the souvenirs (bruises, dirt on my pants, sharp shooting pain) to take my camera out until after I’d landed.
Anyway, now that it’s morning, I’ve made the wonderful discovery that my ankle (which didn’t hurt at all last night) is in extreme pain. Especially if I try to walk on it. On the bright side, my knee has recovered some (it still hurts, but it’s kind of a dull pain… it REALLY hurts if you poke it with your finger though, so I will stop poking it).
I’m grateful that Prof Eric takes such good care of me and brought me some treats in a SilverDocs bag last night. He packed me two oranges, a guava (I ate that right after the show), and a box of Lu Le Petit Ecolier (The Little Schoolboy) butter biscuits topped with pure dark chocolate. I brought them to work with me, along with the leftovers from our Thai food last night.
I think I’ll have to eat the entire box of cookies in one sitting. I am pretty sure I saw it in the latest medical journals that this is the fastest remedy for a swollen ankle. I’m sure Vesh will vouch for me on that one.
…when I said I was “Dressed to spill.”
I was chewing gum (so I would be all minty for Prof Eric). I offered some gum to Eric as we were walking to the box office to pick up the tickets for the J Keith Show.
As we approached the door and were right in front of the ACME Theatre, I fell down and went *boom.* In taking that spill across the sidewalk, I gave everyone there proof that I truly cannot walk and chew gum at the same time.
I somehow managed to trip, lose my balance, drop my purse and attempt in vain to block my fall with my hands and right knee. And I do believe that I shrieked loudly as this was happening, because I saw everyone turn and look at my big, clumsy ass as I flailed helplessly to the concrete and landed hard on the pavement.
Ow.
I “shook it off” and rubbed my knee a bit and went inside. But DAMN, my knee hurt. Five hours later, it still does.
As Prof Eric said to me when I said my knee still hurt: “Duh. Of course it hurts. You fell on the pavement.”
That Professor is so insightful.
We had a wonderful date.
Check my buzznet moblog for the photos of our date (sans Mike Doss).
I was being really obnoxious and texting during the show when the band Handsome Devil was on stage. We were in the second row and one of the Handsome Devil dudes kept staring at me as I showed Prof Eric my messages and we were laughing at my lame text messages.
Prof Eric kept my popsicle fingers warm by clutching them tightly and snuggling with me. (We were going to make out, but seeing as we were in the second row, we didn’t want to distract everyone from the show. I mean, Adam Chester already distracted the audience by passing around cute pictures of his cute baby Tru during the show.)
No offense to the host J Keith, or his sidekick (my boyfriend Wil), but the highlight of the show was Henry Winkler (that’s right! The Fonz!). [UPDATED 1/8/04: He was really, really funny, but moreover, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Wil says so, too. I'm sure there is part of him that gets sick of being referred to as "Fonzie" (I would if I were in his place, anyway), but I really liked his whole attitude toward his Fonzie Days. Oh, and Prof Eric is supposedly distantly related to Henry Winkler, so if I marry Prof Eric, then I, too shall be distantly related to Henry Winkler, but by marriage. I don't think Yoshi would go for that plan though... hmm... have to rethink that plan...]
We also enjoyed the comedy stylings of Tracy Smith. Here’s a shot of everyone on stage (minus Adam).
We wrapped up our date by heading back toward Hollywood to the Palms Thai Restaurant & caught the tail end of the set with Thai Elvis. Here’s a phonecam shot of him performing.
And here’s me with Thai Elvis. I know, you’re totally green with envy now.
I was SUPPOSED to have a date tonight with Mike Doss (to celebrate our one year anniversary/meeting last year at the J. Keith Show at the Hudson).
Damn that flu bug!
I had to find myself another date tonight for the show since Yoshi refused to go with me to see my boyfriend, Wil. Something about colliding universes or some such shit. (What foul language, Don?)
So Professor Eric and I have a date tonight. YAY! I’m excited to see Adam Chester and sing Bohemian Rhapsody with the Professor, but it’s just not the same as seeing it all with Mike Doss.
This was supposed to be my night with Mike Doss and the freakin’ flu messed up our special anniversary.
I love you very much, Professor, but it’s just not the same. Maybe you and I will create our own anniversary to celebrate tonight.
And thank you for trying to rustle up dinner for me. An orange and cookies and chocolates sound like a nutritious and well-balanced meal to me. And make me some popcorn, too. I will get myself a 52-oz. diet coke on my way to pick you up. See you soon! I will be dressed to spill!
And I believed him for a moment.
him: can’t read [your blog] at work
him: you have bad cooties on your blog
me: I do?
me: What do you mean?
him: something catches the web filter and marks it as a “high risk” site
me: What?
him: yeah…
him: the warnings I got were pretty severe
me: Eeek. I wonder what it is
him: I’ll paste it here for you
him: “WARNING: this site’s owner will hassle you to vote for her blog”
him: “WARNING: This site contains the following prohibited items: foul language, images of partial nudity, and eggplants”
me: WhatEVER
me: There’s no partial nudity
me: Or foul language, you fucker.
him: the pictures you bought have partial nudity
him: and YOU CAN’T DENY THE EGGPLANTS
me: bah. the pictures i bought… it’s called ART
me: But I don’t deny the eggplants
me: (What did they ever do to you!?)
“The Hotel Room Story” myself… and why that pleasure and joy was left for Yoshi.
Even though “The Story” was not posted until Tuesday, the bulk of it had actually been written on Sunday night when Yoshi came to the office to keep me company while I got some work done.
I hadn’t finished a major project for Job #1 before I left for my New Year’s Eve stuff on Wednesday morning. It had been due on BossMan’s desk before I left, but I didn’t get it done in time. I literally ran out the door (since I was going to be late for my flight), hoping I wouldn’t run into BossMan while I was leaving the building. Of course, BossMan was trying to go up the stairs as I was running down them.
Before he could open his mouth, I yelled, “Happy New Year! I’m going to the airport now! Bye!” And I took off like a turkey on Thanksgiving morning.
So since I didn’t finish my project before leaving on Wednesday, I convinced Yoshi to bring me to the office on Sunday evening so I could work on it some more. I stayed until 2am. By the time I came home and got ready for bed, it was closer to 3am.
The next morning…
proferic: are you even awake? you should have the rent-a-joz sitting at your desk with that tape recording of you typing on the keyboard, so that you can be taking a nap behind the desk…
me: i’ve been at work for hours
him: i know. how tired you must be
me: not any worse than normal
me: it was just tough to get up
him: i can imagine.
me: which, again, is normal
him: love you
We shall pretend that it’s not 2:07am right now, ok? And that this was not the 3rd night in a row I have been up past 2am…
UPDATE: The pop-up footnotes don’t work here, but check the original post– they work there!
(with commentary from jozjozjoz in footnotes*)
so we got to san francisco around 4:30 pm on new year’s eve day. we went to check into our hotel (hotel nikko) and the nice lady at the front desk said, “it’s a full house tonight, your room is not quite ready. unless you want a smoking room?” um, no. everything in there is stinky with stale cigarette smell. i just told her that my asthma would act up*. apparently, they have some sort of machine* that they use to “purify” the room when non-smokers stay there, but i was taking no chances.
so since our room wasn’t quite ready, we went to have something to eat across the street. when we returned, there was quite a line of people waiting to check in*. 20 minutes later, we had our keys and were headed up to our room, on one of the “nikko floors“, which require a key to access.
we called stkyrice and aiyahh and decided to meet up around 10 pm for our new year’s celebration. that gave us time to explore a little before we had to get ready, so we went to the nikko lounge, surfed a little, joz blogged and then we grabbed some water* and went back to the room.
jozjozjoz decided to take a shower and had just gotten out of the bathroom when we heard someone trying to unlock the door to our room. whoever it was was jiggling the handle, sliding the card in and out, but was unable to get in. we figured they either had the wrong room or the wrong floor, and when they went away, thought nothing else of it.
ten minutes later, jozjozjoz was sitting on the bed putting on lotion* and i was on the edge of the bed, channel surfing and watching espn. again, we heard someone trying to gain access to our room, only this time, the door opened*.
should i remind you that jozjozjoz was BUTTNAKED when we heard the door swing open*?
Continue reading ‘our new year’s celebration aka “the hotel room story”’
2:15am and I’m still in the office.
Second night in a row that I was working past 2am.
Is it any better that last night it was in Office #1 and now I’m in Office #2?
(sigh). I didn’t think so.
I am grateful that the Professor is back (even though he thinks that Yoshi’s version of the drive home is probably more accurate than my version).
For the record, Yoshi and I really *did* have a ‘black ice’ conversation and I *really did* say that thing about how it seemed like I was driving faster because we were going downhill.
And I really did say that thing about getting home before 1am. I thought I was going to get whacked upside the head for that one.
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