Well, I did it. I finally got my nose pierced. It was actually tougher than when I had my tragus re-pierced through scar tissue, which surprised me. The piercer said I had the toughest nose he's encountered in twenty years of piercing. He really had to push to get the needle through.
I like it a lot, although I'm still getting used to the fact that I have a piercing on my FACE. I just hope it heals well. Because of work I had to go with a screw (stud) instead of the usual CBR (hoop), so it's harder to clean and has a bigger chance of falling out.
I still have antibacterial soap and bactine from my last piercing. Now I just need to stock up on those small round bandaids to keep it from flying out during Tae Kwon Do. (And maybe salt for saltwater soaks if it acts up.)
Next on my list? My tattoo of a melting pocket watch from Dali's "Persistance of Memory" melting down my shoulder onto my arm. (Which, considering the bonyness of my shoulder will suck mightily. Luckily this particular tattoo-to-be means so much to me that it will be worth it.)
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Fuck You, Terrorists
Item 1: Fuck you, London Bombers. I hope that this was indeed a police sting as has been suggested and your asses go to jail. At least the one guy in the hospital.
Item 2: Work and Tae Kwon Do have been crazy busy, hence the lack of updates. Sorry!
Item 3: My Tae Kwon Do instructor actually seems to like me lately. He's very obvious in who his favorites are. I haven't quite made it to that list, but have seemed to make it off the dislike list. Even someone else mentioned it. I think it's because he can see how much I want this black belt. At least that's my guess. Eye of the Tiger, baby.
Item 2: Work and Tae Kwon Do have been crazy busy, hence the lack of updates. Sorry!
Item 3: My Tae Kwon Do instructor actually seems to like me lately. He's very obvious in who his favorites are. I haven't quite made it to that list, but have seemed to make it off the dislike list. Even someone else mentioned it. I think it's because he can see how much I want this black belt. At least that's my guess. Eye of the Tiger, baby.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Glee!
The evil neighbors (who, in addition to the pot usage mentioned before, have parties with at least ten people nearly every night.) are moving out!!!
I received a call from the management, who first apologized for their behavior and said that other people have complained about them. She said that they were "encouraged" (Hee!) to not renew and will be moving out on 8/31.
As long as the Replacement Neighbors are more the standard for people who live here, I will stay until I find a place to buy, because I absolutely love it here.
GLEE!!!!
I received a call from the management, who first apologized for their behavior and said that other people have complained about them. She said that they were "encouraged" (Hee!) to not renew and will be moving out on 8/31.
As long as the Replacement Neighbors are more the standard for people who live here, I will stay until I find a place to buy, because I absolutely love it here.
GLEE!!!!
Addictive and Cool Program
Okay, Google Earth is the coolest thing. It's basically a satellite-image program that lets you zoom in on any location. You can also plot a "To" and "From" trip and it will show you what the ride looks like. It's not live images (all images are three years or less), but it is still lots of fun.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Best Marketing Department Evah
Okay, first the Glen commercial with Survivor, now the Hank commercial with the football song (I forget the actual name)? I hate cold coffee of any type, but will immediately have to start downing Doubleshot Expressos just on principle.
Here's your link, Starbucks. You've earned it.
Here's your link, Starbucks. You've earned it.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Tyring to Post More Often
I've really been slacking in the blog department, but there's not really much new going on this past month. I'm still transitioning to working from home, I'm still training two hours a night for my Black Belt test and my neighbors are still obnoxious. It's amazing how much grownup life stays the same.
Just ordered some new t-shirts from Glarkware. (Soviet Russia and Chairman Meow.) I'd work at home nude instead of stocking up on t-shirts, but the cats keep laughing at my lack of fur.
Just ordered some new t-shirts from Glarkware. (Soviet Russia and Chairman Meow.) I'd work at home nude instead of stocking up on t-shirts, but the cats keep laughing at my lack of fur.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Too Much of a Good Thing
Yesterday was absolutely beautiful, so I decided to walk over to the beach. Despite only being there for about 3 1/2 hours and wearing SPF 10 I managed to get myself a nice case of sun poisoning. Aside from sporting the "White bikini with red skin" look, I have nausea and chills. Much fun. The funny part is that I had to work from home today because aside from not feeling well, I couldn't figure out a work-appropriate outfit that didn't require a bra.
I spoke with management about the Evil Neighbors Next Door on Thursday. They said to call the concierge next time they're too loud or smoking pot. I was pissed at first but then realized that even if they WANT to kick these guys out, they can't evict without documented proof. Aside from a party on Saturday (Over by 1, so I let it go), they've been quiet, so we'll see what happens.
I spoke with management about the Evil Neighbors Next Door on Thursday. They said to call the concierge next time they're too loud or smoking pot. I was pissed at first but then realized that even if they WANT to kick these guys out, they can't evict without documented proof. Aside from a party on Saturday (Over by 1, so I let it go), they've been quiet, so we'll see what happens.
Monday, July 04, 2005
Happy Fourth!
Just spent the weekend in upstate New York. I took the bus up to Vermont and rode the rest of the way with VeggieSis. It was great visiting with MomTook and Geritol, not to mention CrazySis and Poopsalot.
MomTook, VeggieSis and I went hiking in the Adirondacks on Sunday. It ended up being about eight miles in total, up and down two peaks. Here's a pic of the impressive view.
Now I'm back in Quincy watching the Boston Pops on TV and some local fireworks I can see from my balcony. The Pops just finished, so the big fireworks show is up next. I envy my neighbors on the higher floors that will be able to see them.
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Random Items
1.) Although it was inevitable, my manager is QUICKLY ramping down my days in the office. The past two weeks I've work from home two days a week. Next week it will be three, then four and in two weeks I will be working from home full-time. Living alone, I'm convinced I will turn into a hermit a la Sandra Bullock in The 'Net. On the other hand, that means I'll have Jeremy Northam stalking me. Yum. He can steal my identity any time. (Ironically enough, right after typing the above, my credit card company called me to verify my change of address and phone.)
2.) STILL can't paint the kitchen. Okay people - this meteorological impression of a crotch can STOP NOW.
3.) For those who are waiting (HI AUDITRIX!), updates to the new story will occur in the original entry, which can be found here.
2.) STILL can't paint the kitchen. Okay people - this meteorological impression of a crotch can STOP NOW.
3.) For those who are waiting (HI AUDITRIX!), updates to the new story will occur in the original entry, which can be found here.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Thank God For AC
To clarify, the pot smell on Friday night was coming through the front door. The front doors here don't have any weatherstripping so there's big gaps through which noise, smells, etc can come through. (Which is why it is the noisy neighbors across the hall who are now my mortal enemies. *G*)
Anyway, it's been high 90s and humid with heat indexes over 100 all weekend, so no TKD. (The studio isn't air-conditioning and this soup masquerading as air sets off my asthma.)
I went to the beach today. It's not the nicest beach (by FAR), but considering it's only a ten-minute walk away, I'm happy with "no crackpipes around." It's wonderful living so close to the ocean. I even have some color, which is wierd for me. (I'm usually pale white.)
Anyway, it's been high 90s and humid with heat indexes over 100 all weekend, so no TKD. (The studio isn't air-conditioning and this soup masquerading as air sets off my asthma.)
I went to the beach today. It's not the nicest beach (by FAR), but considering it's only a ten-minute walk away, I'm happy with "no crackpipes around." It's wonderful living so close to the ocean. I even have some color, which is wierd for me. (I'm usually pale white.)
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Ending on a "High" Note
There was a recent survey that showed that Massachusetts has the highest incidence of pot usage in the country and I believe them. Why?
At my old place, the people in the apartment next to mine liked to toke and the smoke would come through the bathroom vent we shared.
Now tonight, my entire living area REEKS of pot.
Okay, people? I have no problem with pot. I only ask that those who choose to smoke their alcohol do so BY A WINDOW or ON THEIR BALCONY so that I don't have to SMELL that HORRIBLE STENCH.
Thank you for your consideration. *rolls eyes*
And...what was that? I shouldn't be home on a Friday night in a first place? Well, did YOU invite me to any cool parties? Yeah, didn't think so. So have a big ol' helping of Shut the Hell Up. *G*
At my old place, the people in the apartment next to mine liked to toke and the smoke would come through the bathroom vent we shared.
Now tonight, my entire living area REEKS of pot.
Okay, people? I have no problem with pot. I only ask that those who choose to smoke their alcohol do so BY A WINDOW or ON THEIR BALCONY so that I don't have to SMELL that HORRIBLE STENCH.
Thank you for your consideration. *rolls eyes*
And...what was that? I shouldn't be home on a Friday night in a first place? Well, did YOU invite me to any cool parties? Yeah, didn't think so. So have a big ol' helping of Shut the Hell Up. *G*
Friday, June 24, 2005
Am I Ever Gonna Find Out?
n.b. For ease of reading, I will keep adding updates and corrections to this entry.
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Silence Is Golden...
"Go on a date with me."
I am stunned. Gobsmacked, as I'm sure Chase would say, being British and everything. I agree, partially to get her back on my team and partially...something else.
Dinner, of course, does not go well. Once I realize that my "feelings" for Cameron aren't feelings of attraction but elation that someone, anyone is interested in me, my mouth goes off before my brain can stop it. My psuedo-psychologizing has the desired effect of stopping Cameron's ridiculous (not to mention career-ending) schoolgirl crush, but the horrified look on her face makes me wish for the gift of tact.
I may push most people away, but my relationship with Stacey and the subsequent nasty breakup proved that I enjoy having a ...shudder..."significant other" in my life and feel incomplete without it. Much to my intense and constant irritation. I like to pretend I'm fine being on my own, but it's like Simon and Garfunkel trying to bullshit the listener that they are a rock and an island. (Although the line "I touch no one and no one touches me" has certainly described the past five years.)
I suppose I could have told Cameron about how my last relationship ended, but I have a feeling that it would have had opposite of the intended effect. How can someone young enough to be my daughter be so damn maternal towards me?
...But I Think It's Gonna Kill Me Now.
There are some advantages to working in a building where every damn wall is glass. I can see Cameron and Stacey through the window of the lab. God knows what they're talking about - Cameron's probably asking some schmoopy questions about me. Five hundred bucks says she's asking about me before the infarction. I can see it in the expression on her face - that infuriating, exasperating yet somehow endearing look of concern she throws my way sometimes. Unfortunately half the time it's when I'm due for another Vicodin so I'm too distracted to think of a good retort. Stacey smirks a bit and says something, and this is where I really wish that lipreading was among my skills. At this, I start my retreat for my office, suddenly in the mood for some jazz.
Everything I've Seen...
John Henry's tortured trumpet soars in my ears, taking my mind off the pain - the pain of seeing Stacey again, the pain of stretching out my bad leg, forcing the bend out of it. I really wish I had shades on my office wall so I could block the view from the hall, but everytime I have them installed, they disappear by the end of the day. I settle for shutting my eyes and playing "If I can't see them, they can't see me." With my physical eyes closed, my mind's eye is free to roam and it goes straight to those days in the hospital. Trying to save my leg, despite the agony and the fact that I knew perfectly well I was most likely choosing death over life as a cripple. Finally breaking down from...well..."pain" doesn't seem to do justice to hitting a full on 10 on the pain scale while hooked up to a morphine drip, but it will do, and asking to be put in a coma. The sick feeling in my stomach when I first realized my leg had fresh bandages and wondering what the hell Stacey had done. Finding out exactly how much I had lost in mobility while still having enough neuralgia to have the surgeon utter the words "pain management." Vomiting the first time I saw my muscular thigh whittled down to half it's former size, a huge scar going across it.
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Silence Is Golden...
"Go on a date with me."
I am stunned. Gobsmacked, as I'm sure Chase would say, being British and everything. I agree, partially to get her back on my team and partially...something else.
Dinner, of course, does not go well. Once I realize that my "feelings" for Cameron aren't feelings of attraction but elation that someone, anyone is interested in me, my mouth goes off before my brain can stop it. My psuedo-psychologizing has the desired effect of stopping Cameron's ridiculous (not to mention career-ending) schoolgirl crush, but the horrified look on her face makes me wish for the gift of tact.
I may push most people away, but my relationship with Stacey and the subsequent nasty breakup proved that I enjoy having a ...shudder..."significant other" in my life and feel incomplete without it. Much to my intense and constant irritation. I like to pretend I'm fine being on my own, but it's like Simon and Garfunkel trying to bullshit the listener that they are a rock and an island. (Although the line "I touch no one and no one touches me" has certainly described the past five years.)
I suppose I could have told Cameron about how my last relationship ended, but I have a feeling that it would have had opposite of the intended effect. How can someone young enough to be my daughter be so damn maternal towards me?
...But I Think It's Gonna Kill Me Now.
There are some advantages to working in a building where every damn wall is glass. I can see Cameron and Stacey through the window of the lab. God knows what they're talking about - Cameron's probably asking some schmoopy questions about me. Five hundred bucks says she's asking about me before the infarction. I can see it in the expression on her face - that infuriating, exasperating yet somehow endearing look of concern she throws my way sometimes. Unfortunately half the time it's when I'm due for another Vicodin so I'm too distracted to think of a good retort. Stacey smirks a bit and says something, and this is where I really wish that lipreading was among my skills. At this, I start my retreat for my office, suddenly in the mood for some jazz.
Everything I've Seen...
John Henry's tortured trumpet soars in my ears, taking my mind off the pain - the pain of seeing Stacey again, the pain of stretching out my bad leg, forcing the bend out of it. I really wish I had shades on my office wall so I could block the view from the hall, but everytime I have them installed, they disappear by the end of the day. I settle for shutting my eyes and playing "If I can't see them, they can't see me." With my physical eyes closed, my mind's eye is free to roam and it goes straight to those days in the hospital. Trying to save my leg, despite the agony and the fact that I knew perfectly well I was most likely choosing death over life as a cripple. Finally breaking down from...well..."pain" doesn't seem to do justice to hitting a full on 10 on the pain scale while hooked up to a morphine drip, but it will do, and asking to be put in a coma. The sick feeling in my stomach when I first realized my leg had fresh bandages and wondering what the hell Stacey had done. Finding out exactly how much I had lost in mobility while still having enough neuralgia to have the surgeon utter the words "pain management." Vomiting the first time I saw my muscular thigh whittled down to half it's former size, a huge scar going across it.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Sorry for the Delay
Wow...has it been over a week already?
As mentioned in my last post, I'm getting used to my new routine with the commute and working from home two days a week. I've also started TKD up again. Was told last week to "Keep pushing myself" so that's a big ol' hint that they're going to have me test for my black belt in September.
I painted the bathroom on Sunday. I STILL haven't figured out how to cut in properly. I'm getting better though. I'm hoping to paint the kitchen this weekend. (Lemon yellow to set off all my royal blue accents.) Last night I did laundry for the first time and found out that the signs MEANT it when they said to use less detergent than normal in these special washers. The machines didn't suds over or anything, but all my stuff was still sticky when it came out of the washers.
Well, that's been the past week so far. Pretty much my life has been "Work, TKD, Watch the baseball, Sleep." (Or not even all that, as proven Monday night, where I fell asleep watching the game at 8:00 and didn't wake up till 11:30.
As mentioned in my last post, I'm getting used to my new routine with the commute and working from home two days a week. I've also started TKD up again. Was told last week to "Keep pushing myself" so that's a big ol' hint that they're going to have me test for my black belt in September.
I painted the bathroom on Sunday. I STILL haven't figured out how to cut in properly. I'm getting better though. I'm hoping to paint the kitchen this weekend. (Lemon yellow to set off all my royal blue accents.) Last night I did laundry for the first time and found out that the signs MEANT it when they said to use less detergent than normal in these special washers. The machines didn't suds over or anything, but all my stuff was still sticky when it came out of the washers.
Well, that's been the past week so far. Pretty much my life has been "Work, TKD, Watch the baseball, Sleep." (Or not even all that, as proven Monday night, where I fell asleep watching the game at 8:00 and didn't wake up till 11:30.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Life Goes On
Yesterday was spent unpacking my office, a true joy considering a.) I spent all weekend unpacking my apartment and b.) my new cubicle is approximately the size of my crotch. In the end I managed to fit everything in and it actually looks pretty nice.
Went to TKD for the first time in almost a month, so I'm sore today. It felt really good to exercise though. I'm really feeling like a slug after being inactive for so long. I can't wait to go again today, especially since it's about twenty degrees cooler.
Not much else new. I'm on a neverending conference call (my piece is over but I hate hanging up mid-meeting) and waiting for the maintenance guy to arrive and replace my screen door.
It feels SO GOOD to get back to something resembling a normal life. :-)
Went to TKD for the first time in almost a month, so I'm sore today. It felt really good to exercise though. I'm really feeling like a slug after being inactive for so long. I can't wait to go again today, especially since it's about twenty degrees cooler.
Not much else new. I'm on a neverending conference call (my piece is over but I hate hanging up mid-meeting) and waiting for the maintenance guy to arrive and replace my screen door.
It feels SO GOOD to get back to something resembling a normal life. :-)
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Hello from Quincy
Well, I'm here. My mail isn't being forwarded despite filling out a change of address form and I seem to have a slight bug problem in the kitchen, but otherwise things are going fairly well.
I went to BeachGirl's housewarming party last night, which was pretty fun. I only knew a couple people, so I played wallflower a bit. Luckily a fellow wallflower who also didn't know anyone except BeachGirl arrived, so I hung out with him a lot. BeachGirl was fed many shots and passed out early, which was pretty funny. I was fine, only having seven Coronas the entire night.
Well, tomorrow is work. I have to do a firewall change at 8:00 p.m., which sucks. I'll probably do it from home. I still have to figure out my new commuting-work-TKD schedule.
I went to BeachGirl's housewarming party last night, which was pretty fun. I only knew a couple people, so I played wallflower a bit. Luckily a fellow wallflower who also didn't know anyone except BeachGirl arrived, so I hung out with him a lot. BeachGirl was fed many shots and passed out early, which was pretty funny. I was fine, only having seven Coronas the entire night.
Well, tomorrow is work. I have to do a firewall change at 8:00 p.m., which sucks. I'll probably do it from home. I still have to figure out my new commuting-work-TKD schedule.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Packing Packing Packing BOXES BOXES!!
I have the above going through my head to the tune of the "Badgers, Mushrooms and Snakes" song. (http://www.robrob8.com/movies/badgers.htm)
Yes...with having to concurrently pack my office and my apartment, I have finally gone over the deep end.
(n.b. No more Internet access until Friday afternoon. See y'all on the other side, a.k.a. Quincy.)
Yes...with having to concurrently pack my office and my apartment, I have finally gone over the deep end.
(n.b. No more Internet access until Friday afternoon. See y'all on the other side, a.k.a. Quincy.)
Sunday, June 05, 2005
LiveBlog of the Tonys
8:00 - Where the hell is Hugh?
8:02 - Bernadette Peters? WHY? She should not be allowed in public until someone sits her down and explains to her that she may no longer be a Broadway baby at 57. When you qualify as a member of AARP, you may cease and desist with the "cute."
8:05 - "I thought you were Deep Throat - wait, that's Harvey Fierstein." Okay, Billy Crystal is allowed to stay. Hee!
8:10 - God is Hugh ridiculously handsome. As always.
8:12 - Best actor in a play. Okay, first Alan Alda is cheated out of an Oscar, now THIS? What does the man have to do to get an award? He's Alan fuckin' Alda!
8:18 - Is anyone else amused by Phantom's "Remember your first time" billboard? Just me then? Okay.
8:20 - Yay! Dancing, singing Hugh.
8:22 - "Shake, shake, shake your booty." I am thanking you.
8:24 - Julia Styles, honey. Yeah, hi. So...um...look. I'm glad that you haven't fallen prey to the pressure of getting implants and are comfortable with your natural svelteness. However, next time please don't pick a dress cut down to your navel to prove the point. Thanks. Lawrence Fishburne, you are, as always, the epitome and definition of coolness.
8:29 - Craig Lucas, that hat may give me reason to believe you are an asshole.
8:30 -WHAT?!?!? Best book went to SPELLING BEE instead of Spamalot? Are you fucking KIDDING me?
8:32 - "Great Big Stuff" CBS bleeped "ass" (Which, give me a break) and "blowjob" (more understandable.) I love that now Broadway is actually too controversial for network television.
8:41 - Best Choreography. Tony number TWO that Spamalot is passed by for. And Jerry Mitchell is a lisp away from being a complete stereotype. Oh, wait. There's the lisp. Nevermind.
8:43 - Best Original Score - Tony FUCKING three that Spamalot doesn't win. Poor Eric Idle. His acceptance speech would also have been a hell of a lot funnier than that of the rambling jackass that DID win.
9:00 - I love Chita Rivera, but she looks so facelifted that it's a miracle her nipples aren't on her forehead.
9:10 - I would gladly smoke four packs a day if it meant I could have Kathleen Turner's voice.
9:14 - FINALLY! Spamalot takes Best Actress in a Musical. "I'd like to thank Claritin...and my doctors." See? More Tony Awards for Spamalot = More Funny in the speeches.
9:16 - Anne Hatheway as the most unfortunate dress of the night.
9:18 - WHAT?!? How the FUCK can Spamalot lose in a category in which they have TWO nominations? I suspect conspiracy.
9:33 - "I have a message for Saddam Hussein: For the love of God, switch to boxers!" I love Nathan Lane.
9:46 - YAY! *Dances around* Best Direction of a Musical goes to Spamalot!
9:54 - "25th Annual Spelling Bee" Al Sharpton as a spelling bee contestant - brilliant. And I forgive them slightly for stealing one of Spamalot's Tonys.
10:01 - *ROTFLMAO* Mets fans at Shea screaming "Yankees suck" when they're playing the Giants. Hysterical. And yes, I realize that I'm about one of ten people in the world flipping between the Tonys and baseball.
10:07 - Am I a sap if I still get weepy at Christopher Reeve having died?
10:15 - Best Actor in a Play. WHAT?!? I was gonna make a crack about the other guys being in the same category as James Earl Jones but he lost. Alda and Jones losing and Spamalot losing most of their nominations...is this the Twilight Zone?
10:19 - Kathleen Turner AND Phylicia Rashad losing? I am definitely in some alternate universe.
10:23 - "Spamalot" performance. Absolutely brilliant. Although seeing Tim Curry singing onstage makes me think he's going to bust out the corset and fishnets at any second. However the song itself was a bit weak. I get the feeling that the dialogue is the most brilliant part.
10:29 - Ethan Hawke has the worst haircut.
10:31 - Sandra Oh looks stunning. Although - honey, yes you do need a bra.
10:35 - Not to insult the Queen, but Aretha sounds hoarse.
10:43 - Harvey Fierstein rocks, but his voice is the most grating one this side of Fran Drescher. And Christina Applegate? Next time take OFF the four-inch fake eyelashes after performing.
10:46 - That's IT. I'm done. Butz beat out Hank Azaria, John Lithgow, Gary Beach and Tim fucking Curry for best actor in a musical? This is BULLSHIT.
11:00 - Best Musical. "Spamalot" wins and order is restored to the world.
8:02 - Bernadette Peters? WHY? She should not be allowed in public until someone sits her down and explains to her that she may no longer be a Broadway baby at 57. When you qualify as a member of AARP, you may cease and desist with the "cute."
8:05 - "I thought you were Deep Throat - wait, that's Harvey Fierstein." Okay, Billy Crystal is allowed to stay. Hee!
8:10 - God is Hugh ridiculously handsome. As always.
8:12 - Best actor in a play. Okay, first Alan Alda is cheated out of an Oscar, now THIS? What does the man have to do to get an award? He's Alan fuckin' Alda!
8:18 - Is anyone else amused by Phantom's "Remember your first time" billboard? Just me then? Okay.
8:20 - Yay! Dancing, singing Hugh.
8:22 - "Shake, shake, shake your booty." I am thanking you.
8:24 - Julia Styles, honey. Yeah, hi. So...um...look. I'm glad that you haven't fallen prey to the pressure of getting implants and are comfortable with your natural svelteness. However, next time please don't pick a dress cut down to your navel to prove the point. Thanks. Lawrence Fishburne, you are, as always, the epitome and definition of coolness.
8:29 - Craig Lucas, that hat may give me reason to believe you are an asshole.
8:30 -WHAT?!?!? Best book went to SPELLING BEE instead of Spamalot? Are you fucking KIDDING me?
8:32 - "Great Big Stuff" CBS bleeped "ass" (Which, give me a break) and "blowjob" (more understandable.) I love that now Broadway is actually too controversial for network television.
8:41 - Best Choreography. Tony number TWO that Spamalot is passed by for. And Jerry Mitchell is a lisp away from being a complete stereotype. Oh, wait. There's the lisp. Nevermind.
8:43 - Best Original Score - Tony FUCKING three that Spamalot doesn't win. Poor Eric Idle. His acceptance speech would also have been a hell of a lot funnier than that of the rambling jackass that DID win.
9:00 - I love Chita Rivera, but she looks so facelifted that it's a miracle her nipples aren't on her forehead.
9:10 - I would gladly smoke four packs a day if it meant I could have Kathleen Turner's voice.
9:14 - FINALLY! Spamalot takes Best Actress in a Musical. "I'd like to thank Claritin...and my doctors." See? More Tony Awards for Spamalot = More Funny in the speeches.
9:16 - Anne Hatheway as the most unfortunate dress of the night.
9:18 - WHAT?!? How the FUCK can Spamalot lose in a category in which they have TWO nominations? I suspect conspiracy.
9:33 - "I have a message for Saddam Hussein: For the love of God, switch to boxers!" I love Nathan Lane.
9:46 - YAY! *Dances around* Best Direction of a Musical goes to Spamalot!
9:54 - "25th Annual Spelling Bee" Al Sharpton as a spelling bee contestant - brilliant. And I forgive them slightly for stealing one of Spamalot's Tonys.
10:01 - *ROTFLMAO* Mets fans at Shea screaming "Yankees suck" when they're playing the Giants. Hysterical. And yes, I realize that I'm about one of ten people in the world flipping between the Tonys and baseball.
10:07 - Am I a sap if I still get weepy at Christopher Reeve having died?
10:15 - Best Actor in a Play. WHAT?!? I was gonna make a crack about the other guys being in the same category as James Earl Jones but he lost. Alda and Jones losing and Spamalot losing most of their nominations...is this the Twilight Zone?
10:19 - Kathleen Turner AND Phylicia Rashad losing? I am definitely in some alternate universe.
10:23 - "Spamalot" performance. Absolutely brilliant. Although seeing Tim Curry singing onstage makes me think he's going to bust out the corset and fishnets at any second. However the song itself was a bit weak. I get the feeling that the dialogue is the most brilliant part.
10:29 - Ethan Hawke has the worst haircut.
10:31 - Sandra Oh looks stunning. Although - honey, yes you do need a bra.
10:35 - Not to insult the Queen, but Aretha sounds hoarse.
10:43 - Harvey Fierstein rocks, but his voice is the most grating one this side of Fran Drescher. And Christina Applegate? Next time take OFF the four-inch fake eyelashes after performing.
10:46 - That's IT. I'm done. Butz beat out Hank Azaria, John Lithgow, Gary Beach and Tim fucking Curry for best actor in a musical? This is BULLSHIT.
11:00 - Best Musical. "Spamalot" wins and order is restored to the world.
Friday, June 03, 2005
Wierd
I just bought my first T pass in over five years. The price has since gone up a LOT. It's wierd though. Between that and taking down all my pictures off the wall yesterday, it's really hit me that I'm moving.
(Just in time, too, considering I'm getting the keys tomorrow!)
(Just in time, too, considering I'm getting the keys tomorrow!)
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Being Positive
Thought I'd post something more positive today. How about this absolutely adorable picture of Poopsalot with my sister's dog Sadie, who has become uberprotective of her.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Ending on a Low Note
- Went to a new hairstylist today and found out that I've somehow become one of those long-haired women who freak out if too much is cut off. It's now shoulder-length and looks so...ordinary. I'd rather have it either halfway down my back or super-short.
- Had my annual "compensation evaluation." Despite taking over for someone a pay grade higher than me AND taking on a third role in addition to performing my original duties, I did not get a raise. For the third year in a row. At least it's a kick in the ass to dust off the resume and start looking again. I feel like I'm going NOWHERE in this company.
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