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September 16, 2008

It's what I do best

My brain is decidedly cluttered and unfocused today, so you get random Poppy core dumpage today.

Last night I tried to apply for a job online at a company you would know if I told you the name of it, but the process for getting my information filled in was sooooo convoluted and was taking sooooo many steps, that after 15 minutes and still only being on Step 1 of 6, I gave up. I then selected another job from the list I was looking at and was able to send off my information in 5 minutes. That company has a list of clients you've heard of, but you've probably not heard of the company itself. I suck at gauging how I'd fit into a corporate company, but this one looks a'ight from the internet. I just can't handle companies where the owners act like kings and queens and treat everyone else like servants. I've worked for a corporate company like this and it's precisely what turned me off to the corporate world for 6 years. I'm a human being at work and at play… and if I'm doing the right work then I am really enjoying what I'm doing… so don't stifle me with your bureaucratic bullshit.

I really miss PiC and da Bomb, who coincidentally both used to be my officemates when we were in the "sharing phase" of officenessdom before lots of people left our department and our floor. I'm seeing Break Boy and HLW Wednesday when Dawg and I go to Vermont, but there's not really any time for a work visit. I have a built in camera and internet access, I should log into chat and see if either one of them will talk to me. I've heard through the grapevine that things at work are very ungood, and this is something I get to feel guilty about. I know I didn't cause it, but my departure contributed to my very good friends' workload.

I also miss K and J in New Hampshire. Hi, guys. :smiles:

It smells really strongly of garlic in the apartment today. Dawg and I made those yummy chicken cutlets last night that he'd been drooling about all day yesterday and they came out fantastic! I prepped them and he fried them.

chicken cutlet!

They came out a perfect golden brown and were perfectly cooked — very crunchy on the outside, very moist on the inside.

The Lehman Brothers bankruptcy is a very bad thing for New York City business. Yes, please to Barclays. And… the AIG thing isn't helping either.

HOLY SHIT! You know that guy who does the World Series of Pop Culture?!?!??! Pat Kiernan!!! HE'S A NEWSCASTER ON NY1!!!!!!! (Um, am I the only person who knows what I'm talking about? Mebbe. How about we look on YouTube…)

World Series of Pop Culture 2007:

NY1:

And now, a KITTY BLITZ!!!!!!!!!

Georgeporge Ripple-A Mickey (Allie)

We live in a neighborhood with a school. The other night we heard the infamous ice cream truck come through at 10:00PM. Dude, TOO LATE. TOO LATE!!!!

Yes, there just might be (ok, ok, there definitely will be) a Cereal Wednesday tomorrow. I assure you, once your hosts have settled into their new home (as in, we have more furniture than a desk and two chairs) we'll be better about filming.

September 9, 2008

And now, an update

Hi all, just a quick post to say:

I uploaded photos of the apartment from before we moved in.

Photos of the apartment after we moved in will be posted sometime after we get my stuff from Vermont. (I don't exactly know when that will be.)

Internet is still scheduled to arrive Friday, but I accidentally figured out how to use email and general web browsing from my phone today. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I had to call the landlord to help with the clogged tub. The tub wasn't clogged, it was just in "bath mode". This building is from the World War II era… back then tubs had a different way of keeping the water from draining than that fandangled way we have today.

I have so much stuff to do to become legitimate here, but it's so overwhelming.

Job search is on hold until my stuff is here. It's impossible to have appointments to do with the apartment AND appointments to do with a job. I'm sorry to anyone who disagrees with that. It will work out how it should when the time is right, dammit.

I really wanna go see Burn After Reading.

Dawg and I are confirmed for the Neverwas party. You should go too. And sponsor someone who needs a ticket, like Sybil or Cissa or (errrrrrrrrrrrr, um, sigh, I suck, who else?)

Georgie keeps sleeping UNDER the orange comforter, despite the heat in the apartment. Everyone, including myself, is wondering how she spends hours upon hours under those covers without coming out for air. *shrug*

I don't care for the grocery store within walking distance so I need to find the address for the Super Stop & Shop (ahh, there it is!) and do a full grocery shopping. And for everything Dawg said he likes but wasn't in the mood for the other day — I'm buying it to keep on hand.

Do you know how hard it is in this day and age to not have a microwave at your fingertips? Mine is in a storage unit in Vermont, and not even sure if we'll use it. Anyone know how to get the stain and stench of burnt-to-the-point-of-being-on-fire microwave popcorn out of a microwave?

Oh, and I need some real in person friends. Anyone wanna be my friend? Hang out? This whole waiting for Dawg to come home so that I have another human to interact with is not fair to him. He just spent 10+ hours at work and comes home to a humanly deprived Poppy when all he wants is a nap. So… movie, anyone? Coffee? (blurg) shopping???? Something. Something! Sparky? Robin? Anyone else close by? Really, I'm not kidding. I'm not begging, though. Just, um, nudging. :grins:

Ok, bye.

April 2, 2008

I statements 2

When something pisses me off I cannot articulate myself until I am pulled out of the moment. Preferably by a wookie sound.

I really enjoy making videos with no purpose. As in, videos just for the sake of videos. I don't do too much in life without a purpose, a goal, a reason because I haven't known how. I'm learning how.

I am allergic to four things. Would you like to guess what the 4 things are? There's no prize for your guesses, except my amusement at your answers, and your chance to be very creative.

I still really enjoy balancing my checkbook. You have NO idea how psyched I was that it balanced to the penny when I was reconciling my vacation trip receipts. OMG. How the hell did that happen? It's like magic, only with math. Math magic!

I felt the head of depression again on the drive home last night and I started screaming at myself in the car, "seriously? SERIOUSLY?! YOU'RE DEPRESSED?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO BE DEPRESSED ABOUT?!" and then I stepped back (figuratively) and realized that, sure, ok, I did just make it over one whole hurdle in my life, but life isn't ever going to stop having hurdles, and I do have a lot on my plate, that I am someone who is affected by circumstances around me, and that I need to cut myself some slack and do that "one thing/day at a time" business in order to sanely get through it all. I will make it to the other side. And the other side will be a very fantastic place to be.

I know I have 3 girl kitties, but taking care of Tink (photos/video will appear, let's FOCUS people) has made me psyched about getting a boy kitty. I hope that boy kitty realizes what he's getting into… Ripley will glare, hiss, and bop him on the head then tumble him. Georgie will lick him then jump on his head. Allie will rip him a new asshole then go cower from him. Ahhhhh, good times, good times.

I have not mailed my Infragard application yet. Know why? Because I don't have an envelope big enough to send the application. What kind of fucked up reason is that? Poppy! GO GET A FUCKING ENVELOPE!!! (elevator music) Envelope acquired! See???

That's one big. ass. envelope.

I am seeing my friends Essdy and His Lovely Wife this coming weekend. (Notice how I always call the wives of my guy friends His Lovely Wife? I won't tell you why, but I have a reason. I enjoy being the way I am.) Their dog Molly is a jumper. This will be the first time I've been to their house in… probably a year, at least. HLW is pregnant with twins! I totally called the genders, two girls.

Next weekend (the one after this coming weekend) I hope to go to Break Boy's and His Lovely Wife's house. If Dawg is in town he will be the guest of honor. :winks: I am excited for Dawg to meet a few people, but Break Boy is highest on the friends list. Break Boy will get us drunk. Break Boy will make Dawg play GH3 (as in, he'll trick Dawg into wanting to play it). We will end up staying up until two in the morning (that's late for France) playing GH3 drunk. We will stay over. We will wake up to birds chirping and pancakes (or waffles). It will be fanfuckingtastic. AND there's a Dunkin Donuts on the way to their house, so Dawg can have his large French vanilla ice coffee, light with cream and 4 Splendas. :love:

I would like it to be May.

The end.

March 4, 2008

We could hurry this along and that'd be fine by me, thanks, cuz I hafta pee.

Belinda Carlisle (not Poppy) I stayed up until past 2:00am because my mind couldn't settle down. That hasn't happened on a non-weekend night since January. It means I am excited about something. :smiles:

I am not looking forward to 11:00am this Saturday and I will actually have several people on standby in case things go very, very wrong. In fact, I would not be surprised if things went very, very wrong given the proximity of this event to another event. I am most likely making something out of nothing, but better to be paranoid than unprepared. I would be less cryptic but …well, you know me.

I am looking forward to everything before and after that one event of the weekend. I am also looking very much forward to next Thursday afternoon as well as the 10 days following that day. Vacation, all I ever wanted / vacation, had to get away. (I think I'm Belinda Carlisle. It happens.)

Every single dish in my home is dirty. I've had other things to focus on. I'm just proud that, despite all those dirty dishes, I'm still eating solid dinners. Last night was cottage cheese, pickles, potato skins, and string cheese! (what?)

I am cold. I hate being cold. In like a lion… (I'm a leo, you know. rawr.)

March 1, 2008

Quickies

Georgie is licking the floor. She does that.

I got my hair done. Not quite as dark as last time, but just as fucking sexy.

I am absolutely certain my stylist is preggers so while she was standing next to me with her belly in my face I was silently screaming, "hi, baby!!" through her bulky go-go dancer dress. (Yes, she was wearing the go-go dancer boots too. HAWT.)

I hate being the bearer of news that changes people's lives forever in a "well, hmm, that's not great for me, could we undo that?" way. It sucks hard and breaks my heart a little. I had to break some yesterday and I'm lucky I didn't start bawling.

Break Boy with X Speaking of breaks, I love playing GH3 with Break Boy. I hope we're still playing face-off side-by-side when we're old and senile. I also love it when he tries to body check me out of the way to mess me up when I'm winning, because as Essdy (my made up name for the other guy there) can attest to, my low center of gravity throws off Break Boy's big self even when he sees me making my strike. I suck at estimating weight, but I know he's at least 2.5 times heavier than I am (he's a giant), and that's a conservative guesstimate.

I played the open source version of Dance Dance Revolution last night. Let's just say I look "extra special" when I'm trying to dance.

Break Boy is a vegetarian. Has been since we were in college. He switched for His Lovely Wife who became a vegetarian in high school after cutting off one too many chicken heads on the family farm. Yesterday I got us garlic pizza to eat while we rocked out. My car still smells like garlic. So does my breath, and yet the kitties still keep giving me kisses.

My brain is racing at a million miles a minute. It has too much to think about. I don't see this changing anytime soon. I love it when my mind races, but you all may not be able to hold on for the ride. Sorry in advance. (Not really. You like all parts of me or you don't, but I'm English so I apologize anyway and mutter "fucker" under my breath. :winks: )

"Painful" is now a quantitative distance measurement. I've filed it with Webster's and British Parliament. So, the next time someone asks you "how far is it from Canada to Australia?" you can answer "it's Painful."

I really should have gone to the grocery store on the way home from getting my hair done but I didn't feel like it. I'm now on my last soda. Fuck. Soda and weekends go together, dammit. Time to send Ripley to the store with a note from Mama (me) that she's old enough to buy some. See, I have milk, water, cider, iced coffee, beer, and hard lemonade in the fridge, but that's just not gonna cut it.

Ripley is making biscuits on my chest. I :pinkpuffyheart: when she does that. Allie is glaring at her because she wishes she were making biscuits on me even though she doesn't know how.

I called Georgie "O-N-G" when I got home. I just kept saying it over and over. There's no reason why, I don't even know what ONG stands for, but this is precisely why each cat has about 15 nicknames. When I can't remember their names they are "Bunny" and when I can remember who they are they get one of their 15 very own names. When I am feeling extra love they are "Pretty Princess" or "Bunny". So, … yah. I am inconsistent.

I miss my boy. Ow.

Now I've dorked out.

kbai

February 27, 2008

Random introspection

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.

February 25, 2008

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

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:

January 27, 2008

Georgie thinks you look phat in that.

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.

January 19, 2008

plenty of nothin'

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!

January 16, 2008

doll references and non-verbal cues

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.