I hate goodbyes. They are completely unpleasantly awkward for me.
How about “see ya later if life lets us”? I like that better.
Poppy is uncomfortable with your clumsy flattery of her ability to teach you things. Please stop praising her.
From 12pm-2pm I will be getting more praise. Gah. I just want my pork tostada and Pepsi.
Yesterday I was saying goodbye for the day to one of my co-workers when I finally caught on to the sound of the third siren having gone down Main Street and stopping right behind the building. My co-worker and I went into the conference room and looked out the window to see four fire trucks, two ambulances, two police cars, and the fire chief’s vehicle parked strategically around three of our buildings with their lights flashing. About three minutes later the vehicles around one of the buildings turned off their lights and drove away. Then the vehicles around the back of one of the other buildings went away. Then the rest cleared out too. Non-event.
I couldn’t figure out if this was just a drill or if it was a false report (intentional or not, just didn’t pan out to be a real event) of something big. Either is such a likely scenario where I work. I finished saying goodbye to my co-worker and left the building. I was walking across the green from my Wednesday office to the parking lot when I turned around and saw more emergency response vehicles surrounding a different building with lights flashing.
It’s unsettling to me that my employer’s footprint is so big that I have no way of knowing if I was potentially in danger or if it was just a drill. I didn’t feel in danger, but I didn’t feel like things were “right” and I’m not quite sure what could have changed in that scenario for me to feel good about it. I’m also wondering who the hell is communicating to us during emergencies because our police chief is on leave while he helps to develop a very worthwhile national program. Perhaps the ability to respond to events while he is away is exactly what was being tested…? Dunno.
I think I’ll write to our president today to ask him what that was about, and ask who is making decisions about using our emergency response system in the chief’s absence.
I keep my promises, even if the person I promised something to didn’t know I promised it.
Georgie got dipping sauce on her tail tonight/last night/three years ago (depending when you read this).
Happens.
Yes, my pager kept going off. Apparently we’re in another hot time for low-profile threats due to MEDIA ATTENTION. Fuckin’ media. I had four separate reports to my pager today/yesterday/three years ago (depending when you read this), when on a typical day I get zero. Someone got out of jail or started a new war, methinks.
I am entertained by the stories being told in my comments. Please tell me a gross furry kid, human kid, or other human story in my comments. I enjoy feeling green.
So, how ya doin’? Me, yup, I’m good. Yup, yup. So, what’s new with you?
If it wasn’t clear from my Poppable, there’s a snow storm here today. I saw three accidents and heard several sirens on the way into work. I almost kicked the fucking ass of a guy who decided to tail me into the parking lot of Starbucks, but he had this big “I’m super happy and nothing will get me down” grin on his face so I cut him some slack and just made kung fu motions behind him while he ordered his coffee.
Speaking of the place that gives me my morning buzz, I got hit on in Starbucks this week. I was not really paying attention to what I was doing while adding cream and sugar to my iced venti Americano and I totally stepped all over the foot of the guy next to me. I apologized semi-profusely. … You think he’s the one who hit on me, don’t you. You’d be wrong. This total Wonder Bread walks up behind me and says something about me being a beautiful woman… and I just said, “ok, then…” because… um, if someone’s gonna get a chance to HIT ON ME in that scenario it should be THE GUY WHOSE FOOT I STEPPED ON. Not the mini-van-of-kids-toting dad and HUSBAND with the dorky owl glasses and the little red ski jacket. Dude, back the fuck off, know when it’s your turn to pounce on the lovelies. And, for the record, I don’t like getting hit on by random strangers, kthxbai. But… um, yah, it happens a lot. I know there’s a lot of single people in the world, but walking up to me and hitting on me doesn’t make me like you. I’m complicated, and I’m not revealing what I do prefer, but just letting you know what I don’t prefer. 
I want Obama to win.
I had gravy for dinner twice this week and I’m pretty sure I’ll be having gravy with dinner tonight. Pork gravy. I keep not practicing the white gravy, which is perhaps a mistake on my part.
Um, not to… remind you about a commercial “holiday” that just exists to generate revenue for merchants, but do you all have Valentine’s Day plans? I have no plans on the actual day other than to flip off anyone who says “Happy Valentine’s Day!” to me. I’m not bitter, I just like flipping people off. Besides, I have plans. Just not on the day. 
Fab posted about me again because apparently I’m just that interesting. I think that one’s really funny, actually. The post yesterday where everyone said they don’t agree with me about the busload of cats? A well thought out post, but reading the comments was like watching someone stick a needle in me so I didn’t.
I kinda wanna play hooky today, for no good reason. If I could find a theater near me that was playing There Will Be Blood I’d be out the door… Maybe I should just go see Cloverfield or Juno again. Or stay home and watch the 6th and final disc of “Freaks and Geeks” which will make me sad that it’s over but happy that I watched it. I’m back up to the maximum number of vacation days again, but I’m going to Tennessee for a week in almost exactly a month, so that’ll take care of that problem. When I say I’m maxed out on vacation days I’m not kidding. Maxed out means I have 42 of them, since I get 21 vacation days per year. (Or do I have 44 because I get 22 per year? Whatever.) I also get sick days and holidays. My employer is very generous.
PiC made me a pie with the Jell-O pudding I gave him from Dawg. I have yet to eat the pie because I am saving it for this weekend when I am willing to take on the project of this pie. It’s a chocolate crust topped with pudding, a layer of crushed Oreos, another layer of pudding, homemade whipped cream, then topped with more crushed Oreos. Did I mention I got to pick it up chez PiC and do hallway game with Nigel then hold Too Legit to Quit while she stared at pretty colors on her mama’s computer screen? I love going to their house. They’re, like, normal and stuff.
My co-worker who was in Iraq has just informed me via IM that he is snowed in but getting a gold tooth at lunchtime today. He’s not kidding. He’s calling it his “pimp daddy” tooth. Can’t wait to see that…
I received a billion CNN Breaking News alert emails overnight, one of which was an actual, legitimate one:
Called my mom to check if she was ok, but no answer. Left a message asking her to call or email, no return call or email yet. On a scale of 1 to 10 I have a tiny nagging worry in the back of my brain, but my mom told me to NOT FREAK OUT EVERY TIME THERE IS A HURRICANE when she lived in Florida so I’m pretty sure that advice carries over to tornadoes in Tennessee.
Update: Mom finally got my voicemail late this afternoon and left me a voicemail that she’s fine.
I think my brain is now sufficiently dumped for today.
Have I ever mentioned I love The Blues? No? Well, I do. And not just a little bit. Blues songs hook me in, hold me still, and make my brain get so lost it’s not funny. Can’t listen to it while driving the car unless I’m trying to crash.
And paper airplanes remind me of PiC’s inability to leave me alone during staff meetings. I got glared at once quite fiercely by our supervisor because PiC kept making mini planes out of paper and mini Reese’s pb cup wrappers then shooting them at me from across the table. 
(Thanks to Say No to Crack for that video.)
PS – I showed this video to PiC and he promises to make the plane then throw it down the hall at me during the next staff meeting. Ahhhhh, he gets me.
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.
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!
I am very, very, very, very, very, very, very tired today. Coffee is not doing the trick today.
This morning there was a snowstorm here but I had an 8:00am meeting even though I go to work for 8:30am. I trudged all the way into work, got here early so got coffee and chatted with people and dumped my stuff off then headed to the meeting. Got there at 8:10am (oops) but was the. first. one. there. so didn’t feel bad about that. I’m pretty sure that was a big waste of my life, two hours that will never be given back to me, but… such is life.
SUPPOSEDLY Break Boy and I are hosting the second Wii party tonight, rescheduled from a few weeks back, but we’ll see if weather and people change that. I wouldn’t mind if it got cancelled, just cuz I am currently in that tired state and playing GH3 when tired sucks ass because my timing gets half a note off and I clunk all the notes and get frustrated and cry (ok, I don’t cry, but it’s funnier if I say that I do). But my brother is supposed to show up, and you all know I 
my brother, so I kinda don’t want it to get cancelled.
I did an entire meme last night to be published this morning but Firefox and WordPress tag teamed it by eating it. Bastards. So, here it is AGAIN but note that this is take 2 because I couldn’t tell ya what take 1 was (my FF doesn’t remember its history by default, even though the options are NOT set to NOT remember history… gotta 
it). So, thanks to my girl Sour for this meme. RULES: You go to Wikipedia and click on ‘random article’ in the left-hand navbar, and the first article title is your band name. Then click ‘random article’ again, that is your album name. Then click ‘random article’ another however many times, and those are your album tracks.
Band name: Woldemar Bargiel
Album name: Farmingdale Observer
Tracks:
1. Stories Told & Untold
2. The Marvelous Effect
3. Domingo Sarrey
4. Ctenopristis
5. Cartoonito
6. Shraga Weil
7. Kirkby Thore
8. Orange Pocket
(Why did I choose 8 tracks? Cuz my favorite number is 4 and 4 times 2 is 8, duh!)
PS – The war continues over at APODB. Read the comments to understand why that is a very effective weapon even though it doesn’t weigh 19 lb.
All the way into work I kept reminding myself, “go wish Britt a happy birthday, go wish Britt a happy birthday.”
Then I got to work and Jell-O happened so I closed my door and made a video.
Then after Jell-O I got three blogs into my feed reader list (including, luckily, Britt’s blog) and… suddenly everyone on the planet and their mother needed my help. It was really surreal. Today more people talked to me asking for advice and help and to take on tasks and what I wanted to do about any given situation than in about 7 weeks. I don’t think I’m exaggerating by saying 7 weeks, although I have no idea what happened 7 weeks ago because I’m lucky if I remember 7 hours ago.
Point: It feels good to be needed. Really, really good.
