Or something.
The past day or two has been anything but fun for me--which is laughable in some ways, I suppose, because I know that it's been much more painful for other people.
That said, please don't take it personally if I retreat from things and people for a little while--like I said, it's the crab in me, the tendency to want to hide somewhere and pull things over my head. I've also disabled comments on this post. If you want to make a comment here, too bad. If you leave a comment in one of my other posts about what I've said here, I reserve the right to beat you soundly about the head and shoulders with a wet noodle.
I also had a list of a few things here that I wanted to say, but after reading over them, and reading a few other things, I decided that I really didn't want to post, after all.
So, yeah. Just remember what I said above. I'm not feeling much up to dealing with people, right now.
I will say one last thing, however--and I'll only say it once. Though I might not like his politics (hell, I fucking loathe ALL politics, and these past two days should explain why), it has *always* irked me when people compare GWB to Hitler. Until and unless GWB starts tattooing numbers onto all those people whom he deems unfit and starts shoving them into ovens, among a ton of other things, there is no fucking comparison. I have always had difficulty expressing why, but my husband did a fine job of that yesterday. He said what I couldn't.
And now, I'm done. See y'all around.
Finally, we get an actual storm! The wind kicked up this morning, and I'm not sure how long it's been raining now, but it hasn't let up at least since I woke up--not that I've seen.
I had to wade through the parking lot at my dentist's office this morning, and the wind kept blowing the door open. Yet again, the assistant was the farthest thing from gentle that it's possible to be without *deliberately* hurting someone. 'You still need cleanink!' Yes, I know that, and I have it scheduled for sometime in March, but gee, I figured the fact that the temporary on this tooth was FALLING OFF was more important.
Sigh. :)
ANYway. The storm is quite lovely. Right now, the rain is falling so hard that it almost looks like it's snowing. A really wet snow, of course, but still. And yeah, I know it fucks up the traffic pretty horribly, but while I'm inside, and not driving..? It doesn't worry me too much.
This is not the kind of day to be at work. This is the kind of day to be tucked up with a loved one on a couch, sharing a blanket, watching TV and eating comfort food or something.
Bah. Work. :)
This morning, on the radio, they're having a contest--be the first to answer three questions correctly, and get a free ticket to the Sharks autograph session tonight.
I'm still boggling.
"The Stanley Cup is named for Stanley Kowalski, from A Streetcar Named Desire, true or false?"
"True!"
Good god. Why would you want to go to a Sharks autograph session if you don't even know what the Stanley Cup is?
Pepsi is having this contest thing where you can win a free song from iTunes.com if you get a code for it under the cap.
Out of six 20 ounce bottles I've had over the past five or so days, every one of them has been a winner. Interesting, considering the odds are supposed to be 1 in 3.
I guess I'm lucky when it comes to choosing soda bottles. Take that, Cashman luck! ;)
Okay, you know what? I am fucking tired of the housekeeping people here. Really fucking tired of them. I'm still pissed off that they keep throwing away my damn water bottles, even though there's a NOTE on them that politely requests that they don't. I hate coming in in the morning and feeling like something is just not quite right, but not able to put my finger on exactly what the problem is. IT's hard to explain, I just know I'm not the only one who feels it.
But anyway. The latest piss-me-off:
Yesterday, I went to the grocery store on my way to work, and one of the things that I picked up was one of those four-pack of muffins from the bakery. Mmm, coffee cake muffins.
I had one yesterday morning. My intent was to have another this morning, and take the other two home, so they could be eaten tomorrow. (Yeah, dieting this week? Not so much.) So, when I left yesterday, there were three of the little buggers sitting in their container on my desk.
That was my mistake, I suppose, leaving them on my desk.
But when I came in this morning, there were only two.
In the greater scheme of things, it's a muffin, BFD, right? Mostly what annoys me is that someone took it without asking. I mean, had someone asked me, sure, whatever. But it was just *taken*. Grr.
Between this, and some of the stupid customer sat surveys we got yesterday, and the stupid email I got from my professor yesterday, and a million other things...gah. I'm cranky, and dammit, it's Friday. I shouldn't be cranky.
Boo.
New class started last week. New class is much different than old class in that there is NO organization whatsoever by the instructor, opposed to last time, where the instructor was very structured about making threads in the news group every week, and telling us to make sure we used them. The lack of organization makes following the new class much more difficult than following the old class was.
Admissions advisor suggests sending email to professor.
Email for professor drafted, taking great care to phrase things from a personal perspective. All kinds of 'this is why I am having trouble' sort of statements, all non-accusatory, whatever.
And what kind of response did I get? Well, I basically got blown off. That, and told that suggestions 'will only work if they're used.'
Er, excuse me, but I *have* been following my own suggestions. You're the instructor. Doesn't that mean you should...sort of...take charge?
And what else was said? Oh, nothing much, except for the implication that I am not attentive to the posts made by the facilitator, and that I should be 'more cordial.'
I wonder if it's too late to ask to change classes. :P
I've been pretty quiet lately, posting wise. I think I've run into another of those situations where I just don't have a whole lot to say. I'm also feeling guilty, because I owe people questions for the 5 questions meme, but it's *hard* to come up with questions to ask people, especially when you want to ask something more than the superficial 'what's your favorite color' stuff.
So anyway. Today, just to get myself writing *some*thing...here's a list of five things that I'm thankful for.
1. My job. It drives me craaaaaazy, but I'm glad I have it.
2. Curves. Yay, Curves. Yay, a place to exercise that isn't all about the muscle bunnies, but is all about women just like me who all want/need to get into shape and feel better about themselves.
3. It's a lovely day out today. The cloud cover this morning on my way to work was very thick and ominous looking, and the wind was just amazing. It's quite warm, too, surprisingly enough. The wind is warm, but so is the air temperature. I love weather like this.
4. There is a new Indigo Girls CD out today. I already got to hear a few songs from it in concert, and..just..yay. :)
5. I got a gift this weekend--my wonderful husband has adopted polar bears from the WWF for me. They're awfully cute...in that 'gee, what big teeth you have, you could probably put the beat down on me in a heartbeat' kind of way.
I was in the grocery store the other day, shopping for a few things before I went home, and heard that song on the muzak--Don't Cry Out Loud, or whatever the hell it was called. That was one of those songs that we'd always just sing, not really paying attention to the lyrics, but the other day in the store, I actually listened to what was being said. I'm sure this has been mentioned before, I *know* I remember one of my friends talking about it, but sheesh. What a message!
Don't cry out loud, just keep it inside, remember to hide your feelings. Fly high and proud, and if you should fall, remember you almost had it all.
I mean, holy shit. Seriously. Remember to hide your feelings? Remember you almost had it all? Good god. Talk about a kick in the nuts. I remember people used to dedicate that song to one another all the time. It's kind of like Every Breath You Take, by the Police. All those people who sighed and said 'it's our song,' that had never really *listened* to the lyrics, and had no idea that it was about some STALKER! Sheesh!
No, there's no real point to this entry asid from that. It just struck me as I was watching the wind blow the two trees outside my window.
I love having a window.
Okay, peeved at these Holiday Travel of America people. We went and listened to some time share spiel and were supposed to get a 3 day, 2 night 'free' Hawaiian vacation out of it. 'Free', because you have to pay airport fees and the like. And 'supposed to' because even though I've sent in my deposit and provided our dates, I haven't actually heard anything from them. Call us, they say, if your travel dates are less than 45 days away. Well. Considering our second choice of date was March 2nd, and I've now called *twice* and gotten no answer, I am supremely less than impressed with their service. What does it matter to them, I suppose, I'm just one more customer. But at this point, it's tempting just to get my damn deposit back, and screw them. I'll pay for my own Hawaiian holiday, and I won't have to go to Honolulu.
Also. What the hell is up with KFOX playing All Beatles, All The Time? Guys. There is more to classic rock than the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. And while I'm at it, hey KSJO? There is more to metal than Metallica. And The Bone? More to 'classic rock that rocks' than fucking Led Zeppelin, good god.
My first round of auctions, DVDs and a few VHS tapes, ended last night, and all but two of those items sold. I've gone from a zero balance in my paypal account to substantially more than that, and a lot of people haven't even paid yet.
Almost all the game stuff is being sold. There's still a ton more of that to list, and there's plenty of other assorted crap that I just haven't bothered with yet, but...wow. I'm happy about it. :) We're still trying to figure out what to do with all the money we make from selling that stuff.
In the meantime, I found out yesterday that one of the people I've met on the new Crystal Singer MUSH I started playing is someone that I knew a long time ago on a different, Pern-themed MUSH, so that was kind of fun to discover. I'm still enjoying the game, which is nice, too--there are always a few things that annoy, but I think that you run into that anywhere--just as there is no law against stupid, there is no law against playing a MUSH while flamingly psychotic. Alas. :)
Yeah yeah, Janet Jackson bared a breast on national TV. And, yeah, there was a brief moment of 'ew' for me, and for a lot of people, I'm sure.
But holy christ, people--media and radio people, I mean. Could you shut the hell up about it already? Sure, it may've been an unwelcome surprise, and yeah, their decision to pull that little stunt (er, no pun intended) was probably ill-advised, but.
Hey, Media People. It's a BREAST. If you're female, you have 'em. In fact, your mother had two. If you were breast-fed, you spent at least six months hanging off one of them. Get over it already. Some of us might actually want to hear about NEWS when we turn on the TV.
So, it really *was* a boob shot. Please note that the link is not safe for work, and not safe for anyone who doesn't want to see an extreme close up of Janet Jackson's exposed breast that she flashed the whole world with last night.
And yeah, like this CNNSI writer, tell me it wasn't staged.
Though, I have to say, Janet can still be pretty goddamn sexy when she wants to be. Before Justin Timberlake rips her clothes off, anyway. That? That was just icky.