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Feb27

A lot of you know I’m pretty complicated and complex and deep and introspective and that’s just who I am, so it’s perhaps not a surprise to learn that I’ve taken a light-hearted event and turned it into something that has consumed my mind since about 10:00pm last night.

I had a post for today, which would have been an interesting read for you, an interesting tie between American Idol and something that happened to someone in my life many years ago that none of you knows about but would have made me feel very vulnerable if I had published it. I thought better of it for now. If I do nothing to stop it, it will post automatically at 7:14am Eastern on Friday, February 27, 2009. I’m guessing I’ll have drafted it before then, so don’t bother making a note on your calendar.

I know it seems like I tell you everything, like my blog is an open book, but I’m realizing I do keep a great deal to myself. And sometimes I think I want to put it out there, but then I decide it’s more important to me to maybe write it down but not offer it to the world. So, that’s where my head is at today. A very vulnerable place but I’m not sharing how or why.

So, to counter the fact that I won’t share with you what the effing a I’m talking about above, I’ll mention something random here: Every time I go to Quebec City I pass by a particular sex shop window and stare at the penis pasta in the black and purple box. I never go inside, just stand at the window and look in. I have no idea why it’s so intriguing to me, and in a city so rich with culture and things to do (minds out of gutter) that don’t involve me cooking my own damn food, I am always stuck thinking about making that damn pasta. There ya go, nice and random.

This post reminds me of my love for slight adoration of John Cusack, although there’s not a specific reason why.

Feb25

I have a rather large bruise on my left shin. It’s about 6″ long. I remember in my head thinking, “I bet this is gonna bruise” but I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing when I said that, so I have no recollection of how I got it. That disturbs me, especially since I haven’t had any alcohol or crack in at least a week. (I’m kidding! I haven’t had alcohol in two weeks. [i make myself laugh])

On the way into work I suddenly wanted to write a post about how my dad is a conspiracy theorist and how he deduced that couples who carpool end up getting divorced. I was part of a couple who carpooled. I’m also left-handed and I think my dad knows some lefties who got divorced, so that really does nothing to disprove his point other than to say that lots of people with lots of life circumstances get divorced. But, just a word to the weary: If you feel like carpooling with your partner is a control mechanism please ponder that a while then bring it up. I had some pretty unpleasant fights about carpooling, the final of which ended up with me saying “FUCK OFF!” and slamming the car door. I wasn’t sure I’d be picked up from work that day…

If you’d like to keep your skin clear might I suggest that you not eat a bunch of chocolate and fried food? Because those will make you break out even if you’re old like me. I had chocolatey cookies, chocolatey Reese’s pb cup eggs, then mini veggie corn dogs, potato skins, mozzarella sticks, and mini egg rolls, all drenched in a thin layer of vegetable oil on a cookie sheet, yesterday and now my skin is attempting to revolt. I’m fighting the revolt. I’m not confident I’ll win. (See? I TOLD YOU I feed my body what it asks for. I’m not kidding about that. Appropriate dipping sauces for that dinner: Mustard, marinara sauce, and teriyaki mixed with Szechuan sauce. I know you wanted to know.)

Ripley whacked me in the face with her tail this morning, as in up over her head into my face, and it was all wet. I have no idea why it was all wet. It could have been water from a sink, or it could have been pee. I’m disturbed either way. I love my girls, will do anything for them, will gladly clean up their various messes when they have them (my favorite was making Ripley lie on her back while I cleaned smeary poop off her ass for 20 minutes with Cotonelle wipes a few months back and saying, “YOU STINK!” while she stared at me with her “Mama, I loooooove you” eyes), but I guess I don’t really enjoy being hit in the face with wet tail. And this confirms that I am glad I got the braces instead of the Lasik, because if I didn’t have glasses on I would have had wet tail eyes this morning instead of wet tail glasses.

I just looked down on my office floor and saw a milk ring. Obviously when I drank that bottle of milk I forgot I wasn’t home and threw the milk ring on the floor for the kittos. So sad…

I spent all weekend thinking I saw Georgie out of the corner of my eye. Granted, I was at a place where pets were allowed, but pets require a $300 deposit and a non-refundable $25/day/pet fee. So, you KNOW I didn’t bring the kittos with me. They were fine with two ginormous bowls of water, a cup of water, two ginormous bowls of food, and a litter-chocked litter box.

I had an Americano this morning. I am now drinking the iced Americano. I really need to pee. Bye. :smiles:

Georgie thinks you look phat in that.

Jan27

After all the internet talk about bacon I broke down and had maple cured kissed bacon yesterday. It was the most delicious fucking bacon I’ve had in my entire life. I had it as a side to chicken alfredo. I rock.

I got my hair did yesterday. It’s super dark. I love it super dark. My stylist tries to get me to have my eyebrows done as well since they’re pretty much albino eyebrows, but the color fades within two days so it’s really not worth it. Better to just make sure my glasses are pushed up on my nose so that my brows are pretty much covered.

Being a product prophet is a lot harder than I thought, unless it’s prophesizing about iced venti Americanos. I converted one non-believer yesterday. My goal by the end of the week is to convert the state country of France. Of course this means many people will end up in the ER thinking they’re having heart attacks, but that’s a bonus in my book!

Dawg finally suffered a massive blow in The War of Dogs and Cats. Or, ok, his dad did. Oops.

PS – Apparently Georgie was wrong — there is always room for Jell-O.

Rooooooom for Jell-O (72 boxes)

But now I have no place to put my plates.

plenty of nothin’

Jan19

I am a bit scattered in the head today so I’ll just post my usual randomosity.

The wii party last night was SO FUN. Brother, PiC, and Break Boy were all there. We rocked out with beer (thanks, Brother!) and pizza until about 10pm when everyone else went home then Break Boy and I caught up on work (ohhhh, the shitocracy) and life and played some face offs and battles. He and I have the same problem, we can’t limit ourselves when it comes to GH3. “Just one more song.” An hour later and we’re still playing. We need a chaperone. Although, honestly, what’s wrong with playing GH3 till midnight? I took video and pics but I’m not quite sure when I’ll be posting them. (Please don’t beg. It’s not pretty when you beg. When people beg at me it actually backfires and makes me take longer to do something. So, please, patience is your virtue.)

I am trying to clean up my place today so I don’t have to think about chores for the rest of the weekend. It’s great living alone, but I always know whose turn it is to clean up the mess. :winks:

I am going to see Cloverfield this weekend and I’m pretty fucking psyched about that. I have been waiting for this movie since back when they were only showing a small clip of the first few minutes and weren’t even giving it a name. I really hope it lives up to its whale with crabs legend.

It’s really fucking cold in my bedroom right now. What the hell. It’s 27 F out.

Kristen taught me how to give the kittos box rides. They hang out in a box, I lift the box, I carry the kitty around in the box. Everybody wins. I have given Ripley and Georgie a few box rides. Allie is confused and jumps out of the box. I’m enjoying this new game.

I got “Freaks and Geeks” from Netflix since I’ve heard good stuff about that show, and like several of the actors in it, but have never seen said show. I am looking forward to… uh, stating the obvious… geeking out on it.

I could really use an Americano right now. Anyone wanna go get one for me? Feeling a lil lazy.

I had a really weird dream about my mom this morning. The details aren’t important, but the sum of the dream is that I really need to call my mom and check in. She worries about me but tries not to be all up in my business (heeeeehehehehe) so it’s kind of me to reach out and just offer the business.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to do the 2nd annual Poppy awards. I’ll be reminding you all what last year’s categories are then asking you for suggestions for this year. Then I will shorten the list to the awards I feel like giving, make an award icon, choose the people I think deserve to win said award, and let you know you won. It’s a lot of fun doing all that. I did the actual awards reveal in February last year, so I’m mentioning this early and will get the ball rolling soon.

I clearly enjoy talking about myself.

k, bye!

doll references and non-verbal cues

Jan16

I am not a Barbie. That is all.

Ok, not really, I can’t just say that one thing and nothing else, since I’ve been slightly boring-with-words lately. I’m having a creativity ebb. My brain is busy with GH3, fighting a war, proofing a book, taking care of misbehaving kittos, and pretending to sleep so I just can’t be bothered to actually have something to say on my own damn blog. (I did just, in fact, roll my eyes at myself.)

… I’ll tell you a story about my day yesterday? It won’t be interesting, but at least I tried.

I was sitting in my soothing green office (painted by the last occupant who just really thought that green was soothing and calm and beautiful… which it is not) when I got an IM from Partner in Crime:

PiC: do u has lunsh already?
Poppy: noes, i donut, but i iz talkin w/sumun. You going somewhere? I can be ready in a bit/few?
PiC: I was either going to go to [somewhere] for [yum] or visit the [somewhere else] cart.
PiC: I’m in no rush either way.

The thing that amuses me most about this conversation is that PiC is a very serious person. No nonsense, no bullshit, stick to the script. But then he will randomly show this other side of himself and it makes me laugh directly in his face at him because it’s just so surprising which times he chooses to do it. (Yah, yah, so I am in awe of PiC. He deserves a little awe after all the shit I give him. ;)

So I finished up talking then put on all my snow gear and we trudged out to [somewhere] to get Mexican food and drag it back. I got a beef corn tortilla, but PiC got the BIGGEST FUCKING BURRITO I HAVE EVER SEEN. It was 12 inches long by 4.5 inches wide! (Guesstimation, but it was definitely footlong, and at least 4″.) When we got back I pulled a chair up to his desk and we watched the Cloverfield trailer because, dude, he needed to know about the whale with crabs. He was not impressed, as I expected. Stick Bruce Campbell in a movie and he’s impressed. Whale with crabs movie that is seemingly about nothing? Not so much. But I am not like him, I am excited to see Cloverfield and I will go see it this weekend even if I have to mug small children of their tickets to do it. Anyway, shot the shit about MacWorld Expo and then we went to the cafe upstairs for dessert. I got Reese’s peanut butter pie :grins: :smiles: :grins: and he got some sort of mutant brownie that looked like an entire cake wrapped in cellophane. That man can eat. 12″x4.5″ burrito *and* the biggest brownie, with frosting, I’ve ever seen in my life? Ok, admittedly I can eat about 4 trillion tons of food if you feed me the right food, but still, PiC’s consumption is nothing short of impressive, especially when you learn that he also drank a chocolate milk with his brownie, and if you ask the government, milk is food as well as a beverage.

(Really, there’s not going to be a point to this post. Well, ok, maybe.)

After we returned with desserts I went to my office to eat it. PiC then pulled his “omg I’m gonna keep binging if I don’t” trick and IM’d me asking for gum. I dug out some gum and trotted over to his office. That conversation was a little less interesting if you weren’t there. It went like this:

Poppy: (knocking on door as courtesy while I barge in)
PiC: Yo.
Poppy: (show gum package to PiC, put eyebrows up in air to ask, “want?”)
PiC: (staring at package)
Poppy: Yah?
PiC: Yah.
Poppy: (opening package for PiC)
PiC: (putting fingers all over every piece of gum just to pull out one piece, argh ack, eek, yuck, sigh, placing gum in mouth, chewing)
Poppy: (staring into PiC’s eyes, expectantly) Enough?
PiC: Yup.
Poppy: (turning around, trotting back to my office)

And that’s lunch yesterday. Perhaps one point to take away from this is that if you get to know me really well and, like, hang out in my daily life there’s a lot of non-verbal cuing going on. PiC and I have entire conversations without speaking because sometimes it’s not safe to speak out loud (we’re both doing security stuff, and sometimes details of security incidents are Not. For. Public. Consumption. so we have to do non-verbals) . I will talk his ear off about movies, or he’ll talk my ear off about kitteh or bebbeh or his lovely wife, but there is something to be said for the ability to say nothing at all and communicate everything that needs to be said.

Commentous occasion

Jan10

By mandate of The Cactus, who has asked me specifically (among other of his “favoritest people ever”) to continue the tradition by spreading the word on my blog, I relay to you that today is annual Delurking Day.

Delurker Day 2008

Lurkers of the world delurk! (That means leave a comment.)

I am using Netflix again after a few months without it. Any recommendations for movies to rent? It’s very likely I’ve seen anything you’re going to recommend since I see so many movies, so please try hard. (I’m not kidding.)

Last night I learned that Allie loves tomatoes. She ate an entire round tomato slice in one bite. To the tomatoes of the world: Live in fear.

Also last night I watched The Queen which is about how the queen of England and Tony Blair handled the death of Princess Diana. I began to cry when the historical footage of Diana’s coffin being transported from St. James’s Palace to Westminster Abbey was shown, and continued crying through her brother’s eulogy. Tony Blair may side too often with GWB, but he did a very good thing for England’s people and for those of us who hold Diana dear to our hearts when he convinced the queen to publicly mourn Diana’s death. I remember the day Diana died. I remember where I was. I remember how upset I was. I remember calling my recently-broken-up-with boyfriend at the time, crying. I remember him telling me it wasn’t a big deal. I remember hating him for blowing me off. I have never quite gotten over her death. I couldn’t tell you why.

In other news, this photo from flickr via Slashfood makes me giggle:

Sad little meat pad…

That’s a sad little meat pad. (This makes no sense to anyone in the world but me and my former officemate from my last job. We’ll call it an inside joke.)

Kan-ye sign?

Jan7

This is a video submission for the People’s Choice Awards. Hang in there for a bit and you will finally see the genius of this video:

Thanks to K for addicting me to it. This video has almost 12 million views on YouTube, so I’m not surprised if you’ve seen it already.

Hopefully I’m dead asleep from the Nyquil Dawg suggested and not actually still up watching this video over and over and over again. (I :pinkpuffyheart: future dated posts!)

I statements

Dec28

I still have a cold. With goo dripping profusely from my nose.

I am not dressed yet, but I have to leave in -3 minutes.

I am seeing my high school best friend for lunch.

I am taking care of Nigel again, since PiC and HLW were kind enough to ask me to kittysit again as they drove by my house (with TLQ in the back seat) to go to HLW’s brother’s wedding.

I got cool presents from bloggers, but I feel like keeping them to myself and not sharing. Let’s just say I need hamburger for one of them, and I’m pretty effing excited about that. (Protein!)

I am obsessed with the scale my parents got me for Christmas. I’m not obsessed with my weight, just the scale itself. It’s see-through to the floor and it’s digital. I spent a lot of time staring through it to the floor and then watching the digits count up to my actual weight. It’s just way too much fun.

I ordered GHIII for Mac on Dec 17 and it still hasn’t shipped yet. Fuckers.

I really need to go. Happy Friday!

s’matters

Dec24

Yesterday at 4pm I received a call to my cell phone from a number that looked vaguely familiar. The three weird things about this: Calls usually don’t reach me at my cell when I’m at my abode because the cell coverage of my town absolutely sucks; that number looked familiar enough that it should have been programmed in my phone (and, turns out, it was); the call never registered in my received calls list. Turns out it was Partner in Crime calling to ask me to kittysit Nigel at the very last minute, as he and Lovely Wife were leaving on a red eye today to visit grandparents with their new baby. He came over and quickly dropped off keys for me to break into his home while he is away then he left. I have been invited to eat all their food, drink all their liquids, steal all their DVDs, and hang out with Nigel as much as I want.

A bit later last night I spoke with Sour and let her know that I would finally be able to take photographic evidence of Nigel’s existence, and she did her version of squeeing. So, I’ll have kitty pictures to post that are someone else’s kitty. Soon. -ish. While no one’s reading but Sour. :winks:

It is going to seem non sequitur to mention that I love watching documentaries, especially multi-part ones where there is so much material to cover that the documentary is forced into segments, and ones that focus on individual or family lives rather than causes or organizations. Well, sorta true. Morgan Spurlock fighting McDonald’s or Michael Moore fighting the George W. Bush corporation also count as favorite documentaries. Anyway, continuing on the last night theme, I finished watching the 8-part documentary Nimrod Nation which follows a community in the Upper Peninsula (UP) of Michigan. This is basketball country, and hunting country, and doing-stupid-things-while-drunk-in-the-snow-country. Whenever I watch reality or documentary shows about high school sports I totally get sucked into the sports aspect. When the Watersmeet HS boys-almost-men were playing ball I kept cheering them on, yelling when they made sucky shots, praising them when they did those 3-pointers. I just got into the whole spectator part of basketball as if I watch it all the time and the Watersmeet Nimrods are my favorite high school team (which, let’s face it, they’re the only team I know about right now, so they are my favorite by default). I struggle a little with this only because I know I’m really supposed to be focused on the Life of the People, but I’m getting sucked into the Drama of the Sport. Anyone who isn’t a jock has been annoyed at least once about the Privilege afforded to jocks. These guys got escorted by a fire truck and a sheriff to their final game. If I’m having surrogate quadruplets for Bill Gates (ew, shush, stop making me think about this) in the back seat of a car I’m not getting that treatment, but these guys are local heroes, dammit, so they get the escort!

At some point yesterday (7pm Eastern) I listened in on Fab and Robin’s anti-Christmas show because I wanted to know what an anti-Christmas show was all about. I cannot tell you how much I laughed at Brad* Fab for continuing to mistakenly say my real first name over the radio instead of “Poppy”. I am absolutely certain he did that shit on purpose (Just kidding! I understand why, Fab, totally my fault. Some day I’ll figure out how to get into the raucous chat room once my density wears off.), but most people who know “Poppy” know my real first name so it wasn’t a big deal.

I seem to have done a lot of things yesterday that I can’t quite mention here, none of which were nefarious, but I’d like to cryptically say that I am very proud of a-certain-blogger-who-knows-who-they-are for making a major life breakthrough even though it totally shakes up their life permanently and irrevocably. :smiles: I mean it, sweetie. Life is an adventure. Allow yourself to experience it.

Today’s accomplishments: Being nice in traffic and letting 4 cars go at various points in my travels to and from the post office to mail a bill. Two of those cars were firefighter vehicles (a volunteer vehicle and an official business SUV). I am still looking for my opportunity to do as Crys suggested and pay for coffee, lunch, snack, dinner, whatever for a serviceman or servicewoman to show my appreciation for their protection of our country so that I can continue a reasonable amount of spouting off at the mouth without fear of punishment. (Crys, the gun show photo and caption still makes me giggle.) No other accomplishments of today are as important as being nice to my Fellow Man.

*Fab has outed his real name himself. And, really, 200+ people got holiday postcards from him. If we wanna know who he is we do know.