Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Holy Crap, It's Cold

It must be below freezing in today. Of course, that's a gross exaggeration. But I'm not used to being this cold, you know. And I'm typing this with much difficulty and painful slowness. Even my cup of coffee looks inviting enough to dip my hands in. Fuck, man, it's really cold. And I'm sorry if you live in a climate where 18 degrees is nothing out of the ordinary. We're used to up to a high of 30 degrees in these parts. Anything below 18 to 15 degrees of draft is sorta celebrated.

Though, I do kind of enjoy and not enjoy, walking down the street wearing semi-winter clothes, a scarf, and yes even mittens, both at the same time. One good thing about this freaky weather is, I can get to wear stuff I normally don't wear at all. I got to wear my pink faux-fur lined jacket! (Which I bought, like 5 years ago, and collecting dust in the back of my closet). Well, erm, given under such vexing circumstances, it could be pretty en vogue. And secondly, cold weather is making my skin crack and my bones creak. God, I feel like grandma.

The weather guy says it's gonna get colder in February. Not good at all. So much for summer weather. I kind of miss wearing a skirt already.

Monday, February 05, 2007

how do you gear up for a total-monday week?

with a hacksaw to get thru red-tape?

a baseball bat to knock some sense into everyone?

or a hammer to nail that one bright idea?

Thursday, February 01, 2007


You are The High Priestess


Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.


The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.


nothing..
just felt like taking a picture of my yellow shoed feet ;-)

Monday, January 22, 2007

I'm A TV nut, so sue me!

I am hooked.

Yes, John, just like how you said it.

I'm back on the couch, all vegged-out, and totally obsessed with Heroes.


The show follows the story of several people who find out they have special powers -- flight, telepathy, superhuman strength, the ability to stop time.. These people soon realize they must band together to stop a catastrophe, and as tv cliches go, save mankind.

Before you say what I know what you're gonna say, please stop and don't think it's X-Men.

It's far from it.

What I liked about this show is that it doesn't try to stylize these seemingly ordinary people and turn them into world-saving superheroes overnight. There are no costumes involved. No capes. No dazzling special effects. Just a bunch of people trying to make sense of it all.


"Save the cheerleader, save the world." -- Hiro Nakamura

You have Peter Petrelli, a male nurse who can temporarily mimic the powers of others within close proximity. Claire Bennet, a cheerleader with the power of invincibility. Isaac Mendez, an artist who can paint the future when he's high. Hiro Nakamura, a Japanes comic book geek who has the ability to stop time. Matt Parkman, an LAPD cop with telekinetic powers, among others.

Heroes is one of the most engaging, nail-gripping, superbly-written shows around.

Enough with reality tv. We already live in it.

Heroes will restore your faith back in tv. Watch it.

Monday, January 15, 2007

I'm so effing bored with this stupid presentation I'm doing. Who cares about sales of so and so? Who bloody cares about brand opportunities? Who EFFING CARES?!!!

In the long run of things, no one would remember any of this shit. It's boring and pointless. It's a pain. What merit would I have in doing this? A badge of honor? A fatter paycheck? A fixed hole in the ozone? Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

At the end of the day, you try to console yourself with the thought that you're doing all this crappy shit with a thought of you being really part of something big. How fucking noble.

But what you really think, and is in that nagging part at the back of your otherwise sensible head, is that this 'really something big' is one big piece of junk.

And you've just exponentially wasted your life being that tiny little wheel attached to it and which was meant to bear the brunt of its massive hubris.

Doesn't reality suck?