| Soooo, I was just watching this week’s episode of Criminal Minds when I noticed that one of the women from Flavor of Love was playing a bank robbery victim on the show. I turned to Hay and told him this information. I then mulled said information over in my brain for a bit, because I couldn’t quiiiite place which season she was from. And then it dawned on me. She is Somethin’, aka Ms. Poops on Flav’s Floor from this season! Everybody except, apparently, the casting folks for Criminal Minds, knows who she is! Even Wikipedia does!
This photo’s credit: VH1
|My proof is in the Dish DVR pudding:
Ms. Poops hanging out in her drawers on a bank floor while a serial robber (among other serial-ness) brandishes a MAC-10.
Although I cannot find another source on The Internets regarding this fact, I am 100% certain that Tykeisha “Somethin” Thomas is pictured above.
I liked the flirting between Jim and Karen last night. Mel, I know you’re disappointed with me. HOWEVER, I thought it was a bit slimy that Jim was using the same flirt techniques on Karen as he had with Pam. Ya know? He’s a playa. I definitely agree that Pam will be back with Roy while Jim and Karen date through the merging of the Stamford and (Slough, hehe) Scranton branch.
Tiny fact: Rashida Jones, who plays Karen, is the daughter of Quincy Jones and Peggy Lipton. She’s here for a bit of the long haul.
Tiny Poppy fact: My mom told me that she doesn’t watch The Office because my stepdad has never worked in corporate America so doesn’t “get” the show. So, my secret plan is to get the DVDs as they come out then when my mom visits watch the marathon with her while Hay and my stepdad do manly stuff like go to Home Depot and do wood projects. (They really like to do that together, so I’m not being … um, err, what’s that word … patronizing.)
Photo credit: HELLO! magazine
Hay, time to avert your eyes again, Sweetie. Thanks. Love ya bunches.
I love Justin, you know that. BUT!, I have criticisms, both of the song and of the video that has been produced in its honor. Here we go…
Song: Justin. Justin. When you are singing a love song to me, I reallly reallllly don’t wanna hear other guys bustin’ into the song to make it sound like y’all are singing to each other instead of me. If that’s how you fly that’s cool, but if you’re singing to me…well, not so cool to make me think you’re gettin’ a little bit o’ Timba on the side. Ya feel me? Because, you know boy, I’d like to be feelin’ you. (That was my best impression of Buckwild, cuz ya hasta get Buck Wild once in a while. Fake-ass.)
Video: Continuing with the Timbaland theory, if you weren’t shaking your fist in a jerking off motion for 1 minute 41 seconds while standing next to Timba, then I might believe you better about not wanting to get with him. Let’s pretend, however, that you’re talking to the scantily clad woman in the video, and not to me or Timbaland (or T.I.). Why does she have to wear hardly anything? Why do you need to have her bend over so you can smack her ass? Why are you objectifying the woman you claim to love so much? Sexy sells, so let us put down right slutty back into your closet of fantasy, okay? Let’s have a redo of this video with her wearing more clothes and you showing her your love. Kay? Kay.
♥ Poppy ♥
I just finished taking my second and final exam, and am now certified in some computer thing that isn’t terribly exciting but may shape my career’s future. Yay, me.
Not for the faint of heart. If you think you can handle Poppy’s Side Show then click here. Otherwise, please move on, nothing to see here.
Found amongst the gardens while doing our Fall clean-up:
Go see a few more photos over at flickr.
In case it occurs to anyone to wonder, that’s my wedding band on my middle finger. A combination of earlier weight loss and the change in weather to cool and dry has caused my ring finger to shrink too much for the ring to safely remain there. It particularly enjoys falling to the floor when I’m wiping my hands dry after washing them. I began wearing the ring on my middle finger last weekend when I was away visiting friends and the ring kept threatening to jump off while we were at the fair and on our way to see Blue Man Group. After a discussion with Hay on (Monday? Tuesday?), I decided that I would wear the ring on my middle finger for the foreseeable future rather than having it sized. I’m really enjoying its placement. It’s like I’m married all over again, and that Hay is now closer to my heart. Odd, but in a very good way.
Last night after work I took my first practice test for the second exam. I smoked it. I am so gonna get this certification. Je suis psyched.
Lemme just tell you that I don’t need to know what [any number] mod [any number] is in my practical life, but I do appreciate that Google has a calculator that figures out modulo. Woot! Thanks, Google!