Doom’s World

I went back to my old job today. SO GLAD I DON’T WORK THERE ANY MORE.

Also got registered for next term. I tried to sign up for two web based classes but they kicked to the wait list. Gotta find out what’s up with that.

Apart from that, DIDN’T DO SHITE!

Grey’s Anatomy was fucked up, um, well, tonight for me. Since I just watched it on ABC’s website about an hour ago. Serious intense shit. Many OMG moments.

I need a haircut. Desperately.

I want a koala bear.

SO.
BAD.

I’ve been adding blogs to my bookmarks like notches on my, um, well I don’t have anything notched.

Anyhoo.

They’re mostly in the book category (several literary agents and one chick who works in a bookstore). Witness:

My questionable music taste aside, the song seems to get right to the idea that size not only does matter, but bigger is better.

In real life faced with a man with a bat down his pants I think that my ‘giny would go “eek, eek, eek,” all the way home. In fantasy Romancelandia ten inches seems to be the norm, leading me to believe there should be a lot more ladies walking bowlegged in the morning. Not only is the hero bigger in every way, but he’s bigger and better than anything the heroine has ever had, and his ginormous love thang is going to rev her womanly button like nothing else.

“‘giny!” Heee!!!!!!!!!

Are awesome, you should read.

Current location: downstairs
Currently Playing: “Another Horsedreamer’s Blues” by Counting Crows
Mood: amused

1. My boss from my first clerical job drove the bus I rode into town today. He’s still, um, well, pompous. He didn’t recognize me, I’m sure of this because….

2. I forgot to secure my bike on the rack. See the rack unfolds, the wheels go into a long slot and a hook comes up and over the front tire. I forgot to do the hook. The driver/my ex-boss drove a few blocks before noticing, then told me about it.

3. I got to work an hour early. Not sure how that happened.

4. NO ONE in The Pearl sells Twinkies. What the FUCK?

5. Also to kill time I stopped by REI. I need a hat with a full brim to keep rain off my neck when I’m wearing my hoodless bicycle jacket, but it has to be packable, crushable, really. So I need a boonie hat basically. I go in and they’re having some kind of big sale, it’s way hella busy and the guy I ask says: “Well, I don’t know what a boonie hat is, but our hats are over there.” I don’t slap him and yell “You work in an outdoor store, how the fuck do you not know what a boonie hat is?” Turns out he pointed me toward the winter hats, but he came and found me, presumably after someone slapped him and yelled “You work in an outood store, how the fuck do you not konw what a boonie hat is?”, so he made good on his lack I suppose.

They had a great hat, but it was $50 so I need to go back after payday.

6. Fuck. I thought there was something else. Guess not.

Mood: sleepy
Current Location: home, downstairs
Currently Playing: “Tonight” by Five for Fighting according to my iPod, but it sounds like All American Rejects. Song’s definitely called Tonight, tho.

It’s so fucking foggy outside now! When I got off the bus after work my eyes were kind of dry. Before the end of my 5 minute ride home, I was blinking moisture out of my eyes. I could SEE the vapor droplets whirling in the beam of the bus’ headlights. Which actually looked really cool. The spokes of my tires were dripping (although my seat wasn’t palpably wet).

And it was COLD. Of course it’s 41°F/5°C. But still, liquid is an effective medium for heat transfer. :-)

Mood: sleepy
Location: Home, downstairs.
Currently Playing: a Jay Leno rerun

In case you were wondering, nothing super special happened this week. Just some general low grade suck.

1. Do you have a hurricane or tornado story?
No. Those are things that happen to places other than the Willamette Valley.

2. When was the last time you flew a kite?
Decades ago. Literally.

3. Not counting in the midst of a storm, where’s the windiest place you’ve been?
The Columbia River Gorge which is still dumping shitty ass gusty wind on my dumb ass here in outer southeast Portland.

4. Where did you last see a real windmill?
I’m figuring this means seen in person. That would be never.

5. From which direction is the wind coming right now?
From the east. It always comes from the east.

Get your own here

Meant to do this yesterday. Didn’t. Sue me. :-P

1. When was the last time you did something against your better judgment, and what was the outcome?
That would be making a run at a coworker. It wasn’t so bad, but nothing came of it.

2. Who in your life seems to be a keen judge of character?
No one who hangs out with me. Oh, snap!

3. If there is such a thing as Judgment Day, what do you think it will be like?
A whole lot of whining.

4. What were the circumstances that led you to the last time you stood before a judge?
Never have.

5. If a panel of judges were to evaluate your last potluck contribution, what might their comments be?
Bold. Ambitious. This isn’t pork is it? (I made chicken egg rolls for a thing at work).

This news almost parallels last night’s Republican massacre. It’s long past due for this incompetent jackass to be shuffled loose.

It’s not going to help that much, unfortunately. You’d have to burn down the Pentagon, with all the politicians inside for a marked improvement in the functioning of the US military. And “politician” includes most people with general/admiral’s stars on their collar. And a lot of colonels/captains.

Still, all in all, a good 18 hours for the country. Even if it was probably just a protest vote. It remains to be seen if Pelosi and her gang really have anything to bring to the table. Unfortunately the Democrats aren’t really that much better than the Republicans. They’re just as out of touch and just as ideologically blinkered. But a loss of Republican control of Congress means that the Moron in Chief won’t have it his own way ever again. Net positive.

And the fall of the neoconservatives just means that the paleoconservatives will spring to the fore again. Which, since they’ve never really gone away isn’t that bad I suppose.

What America needs is a true labor party.

It’s a fuckin’ rainin’ beeyatches!!!

Finally.

I’m glad to have the backpack back. The messenger bag was making me lopsided, pulling me off to the side.

If you can believe it, I’m almost done with the notes I took for the screenplay revision. Right before my bus ride ended I was up to the big talking scene at the end, which I do need to tweak.

Holy shit it rained a lot today. Yay.