November 30, 2004

PBS: Not Just Sesame Street

Globe Trekker is one of the coolest shows on TV.

That is all.

Just A Girl

I've never been good at being a girl. Wait, let me re-phrase that...I've never been good at being girly.

Makeup was a foreign concept to me, until I was about 18. To this day I wear only mascara, a bit of powder, and my Dr. Pepper Lipsmackers. (Cute and glossy, with just a hint of the right color.) I have been known to try my hand at eyeliner when I'm going out, but that's a rarity. Concealer? Foundation? Lip liner? That's a bit complex for my tastes. I've never had anyone teach my how to do it either, I just kind of wing it until it looks good.

My hair care routine consists of shampoo, condition, blow-dry, and a little gel to tame the flyaways. No hot rollers, no flat-irons, no expensive tonics or potions. I have healthy, shiny hair that smells good, so why change anything?

It used to take a formal occasion to get me into a skirt, like a wedding or school dance. I've branched out a bit since then, and have a variety of skirts hanging in my closet. I even wear them, once in a while.

I own 2 pairs of high heels, and a pair of fake-suede just-below-the-knee boots. (Boyfriend has another name for those boots, but we won't get into that.) All 3 pairs are black, and all 3 make my feet hurt like hell after about an hour. I don't get how some women can wear heels more than regular shoes, and not walk with a permanent limp. Is there some high-heel secret that I am not privy to?

I guess what it all comes down to is the fact that I'm a pretty simple girl. And you know what? I'm okay with that.

November 27, 2004

Me. Sleep. Now.

Thanksgiving went well, as was expected. Instead of trying to make a huge meal in my Mother's tiny apartment, she brought everything over here and cooked a fantastic dinner. My Dad was in town (he lives a few hours south of me) and joined me, my Mom and the Boyfriend for dinner. It always amazes me that my parents get along quite well, despite the fact that they have been divorced for almost 14 years. I'm grateful for that, because I know that is rarely the case with most divorced couples.

The meal was excellent, and I have plenty of leftovers tupperwared in my fridge. I shouldn't have to cook anything for at least a few more days.

Today was 'Black Friday', a day that strikes fear into the hearts of retail workers every year. I had to get up at 5, so I could open the store at 8. We did more business in the first 2 hours than we do on any off-season weekday. It was absolute madness. Not that I'm complaining, seeing as brisk business means I get to keep my job.

I really don't understand the people who go to the mall at 6 in the morning just to do their Christmas shopping... but that's a whole different topic I will rant about later. I'm dead tired and need to sleep, seeing as I am going to be getting up in about 6 hours to head off to work. I'm very tired, in case you couldn't tell by the disjointed ramble that is this post. :)

November 25, 2004


Dear writers of CSI:,

What the fuck have you done to my show?
Fix it, and fix it now.


Happy Thanksgiving Everyone

I'd like to wish my American friends a wonderful holiday, filled with warmth and happiness.

And if you're not American, have some turkey and a glass of wine anyways. Consider it 'celebration by association.' :)

November 23, 2004


I just bought the new U2 CD. And not just the CD, I got the deluxe version which includes a bonus DVD.

Much rocking out to ensue.

November 19, 2004


FireFox totally rocks my world. I've got to adjust to the new keyboard shortcuts (ctrl+t as opposed to ctrl+o) but that's no biggie. I've got tabbed browsing. Tabbed! It's just fabulous. I have no words.

FireFox, I love you.


Dear MSN,

Thank you for making it impossible to check my hotmail account using Internet Explorer. For some reason, you deem it necessary to lock up my browser with an MSN Messenger error. The irony is that I can only effectively check my email by signing into MSN Messenger and going from there. Let me make something clear: I use my browser when checking my email, and I have done so since 1996 when I got my first hotmail account. (Which I still have.) I don't like using extraneous programs for something so simple, and forcing my to do so only pisses me off.

Therefore, I have switched to FireFox.

Bite Me,

November 14, 2004

So Not A Morning Person

The Boyfriend and I were awakened around noon the other day, by a knocking at the door. (Which we didn't answer) Our conversation went like this:

Me :(Peeking through blinds) I can't tell who that is.
Him: Is there a car outside?
Me : (Laying back down) Yeah parked in front of the house. I don't recognize it.
Him: (Peeking through blinds) Hey baby?
Me : Yeah?
Him: That's your car.


November 13, 2004

I <3 U2

I simply cannot get enough of this song. I sing along. My foot that rests on the coffee table taps to the beat. This song, for reasons I cannot even begin to explain, makes me incredibly happy. It's like instant anti-depressant. Which only re-affirms my undying love for Bono and U2.

(And yes, I realize that is a ghetto way to post mp3's. If you have a better idea, that doesn't involve paying for hosting, please let me know.)

November 11, 2004


Note: Long, TV-related rant ahead. Ignore if you have no interest.

Dear writers of CSI:,

Last week's episode, the conclusion of the Blue-Paint Killer plot, was absolutely brilliant. It was sharp, smart, well-written and had a knock-out ending. Because of the redeeming powers of that episode, I am not going to bitch about tonight's... much.

- You have an ensemble cast of 8 main characters, and 7 minor ones. They all fight for equal screentime, which they usually don't get. Why one earth did you think it was a good idea to toss in the dayshift blonde?
- Speaking of the blonde, I found her neither charming nor likeable. And the underwear comment? That was a little unnecessary, dontcha think?
- Do you remember who Sara Sidle is? Because it seems that you forgot to write her into the last episode.
- The moment that rich-girl's dad come onscreen and talked about his attention-starved daughter, I knew she would be dead by the end of the show and that it would be her own stupid fault. Please try and be a little less predictable.

And there also seem to be a few things you have conveniently forgotten about, so let me refresh your memory:
- Sara was having issues, ones serious enough that you touched on it in two episodes. Something about her family, and probably her drinking. Did those magically resolve themselves?
- Where's Fieldwork!Greg? Doesn't he have to log x amount of field hours before his final proficiency? If I wanted to see him in the lab, I would watch the first 3 seasons.
- Warrick and Catherine nearly macked a few episodes ago. I find it hard to believe that both of them have either a) forgotten completely about it or b) have agreed to pretend that nothing happened. They have chemistry, ain't no denyin' it.

I'm hoping that this was just a fluke, and that it won't be happening again. Next week is the 100th episode, so you must know that most fans have high expectations. Please don't disappoint.

November 04, 2004


Today is my birthday. :D

Guess how I am spending it? Covered in engine grease and shivering my ass off while trying to replace the !@#%ing power steering pump. Stupid cars and all their stupid teeny tiny little parts. And stupid parts that break! arg!

At least tonight is my favorite TV night. :D

November 03, 2004


4 more years.

Everyone hold on to your handbaskets.