Tonight:
Hot in the City, anyone? I'll be particularly hamtastic.
(Mmmmm, ham…)
(Changing the date around so this keeps floating near the top without being all sticky.)
Tag archives for Fab
April 6, 2008
March 5, 2008
ketchup
My brother sent me this link with the caveat "Warning: contains hilarious crude and foul language!" Um, Big Brother, next time warn me about the nauseous feeling I will also experience, thx. 
My brother needs to be a blogger. I'll work on that.
ACW has a link to a really funny clip about working in a music store. You may laugh out loud while watching that, so do what you need to do about that (cover mouth, shut door, send boss on a reconnaissance mission so s/he doesn't know you're goofing off, etc.).
This morning I found out that my landlord knows my nephew because my nephew works on his car at the car dealership across the street. When I said my nephew's name this is how the dialog went:
Landlord: Oh, yes, he just got new teeth!
Poppy: Yes, in Hungary!
Landlord: … I thought in Amsterdam.
Poppy: No, new teeth in Hungary, play in Amsterdam. 
Landlord: Ahhhhh, yes.
Poppy: But with his grandmother, so not as fun.
Landlord: Err.
Poppy: 
I do that flustering people thing. It's a talent of mine, apparently.
Oh! Also! Landlord asked me to take care of Tink-the-boy-kitty while the fam is away on vacation! That's after I get back from my vacation, so I will definitely post Tink photos sometime in late March/early April. Yay!
I am signed up for my conference and airfare (no stops in NYC 
but stops in Chicago! ) but not yet for hotel. I am always impressed with the fact that someone else is tasked with handling all the little details of my travel. Thank you, Sarah, whoever and wherever you are.
Ooops, one more thing, meant to add this. Abs interviewed Fab for her blog and made him do a video about how much he loves her, but (and I'm guessing this is only funny to me) he spends almost the entire video saying how awesome I am instead. As in, Poppy. Yup. Way to make friends, Fab.
February 20, 2008
A very special episode of Blossom (have I used this title before? prolly)
Ok, not really. Just more memes. First up is one from Fab, called Crazy 8s:
8 Things I’m Passionate About
1. My kittos
2. (sigh. you're gonna make me say it, aren't you. and make everyone sick.) Dawg
3. Food
4. Matt Damon
5. My friends and family (the ones I'm close with)
6. Children and animals (please don't leave me any pedophile or bestiality comments, you know that's not what I mean)
7. Cooking
8. Life
8 Things I Want to Do Before I Die
1. Um. I'll get back to you on this. My life is kinda in transition at the moment.
2. But I would like to do more travelling.
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7.
8.
8 Things I Say Often
1. Awesome(ness)
2. Je n'suis pas amusée!!!
3. You're a pretty princess, yes you are!
4. No!
5. Shut UP. (*shove*)
6. Hiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!
7. Fuck (and its variants)
8. Ça va?
8 Books I’ve Read Recently
1. I've been busy.
2. ***
3. ***
4. ***
5. ***
6. ***
7. ***
8. Unless we want to count the 8 security manuals… (how about: SANS security manuals!)
8 Songs I Could Listen to Over and Over
1. Satellite by DMB
2. My Love by JT (shut up.)
3. Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson
4. Barracuda by Heart
5. Sabotage by Beastie Boys
6. Miss Murder by AFI
7. Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses
8. Freeeeeeeeeeee Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd
8 Things That Attract Me to My Best Friends
1. Uh… attract me to my best friends?
2. Like, make me wanna do them?
3. Eyes
4. Intelligence
5. Smile
6. Nice, big hands (even if the fingers are technically the same length as mine… ;)
7. Independence
8. Unlaziness
8 People I Think Should Do Crazy 8s
1. You
2. You
3. You
4. You
5. You
6. You
7. You
8. You
(You know who You are.)
Then another meme from Tense:
Hi, my name is… Poppy Milicent Cede
When I’m nervous… I go quiet.
By this time next year… I don't know yet, but I'm looking forward to finding out.
Last night I… broke my blog. Cuz I'm smaht.
PART 1: YOU
Were you a planned baby? Yes.
Were you the first? No. In fact I was almost 6 years after my brother. He was a handful and then some.
PART 2: YOUR PERSONALITY
Do you have low self esteem? Not in general, but about certain things I do. By default I'm pretty fucking confident.
Do you get depressed about things easily? Depends what the things are. Certain things I get depressed just by their mention.
Are you happy right now? Yes, very.
PART 3: APPEARANCE
Are you comfortable with the way you look? Uh huh.
Describe your hair: Dyed and soft.
PART 4: RANDOM
Ever been kicked out of a bar? No, but almost… in Canada.
Ever been arrested? Nope.
PART 5: THE OUTDOORS
Do you prefer indoors or outdoors? I prefer to be indoors unless it's the ocean or something really fun. (NO CAMPING, BLECHYUCK.)
Do you like walking in the rain? Yes, very much.
Do you like thunderstorms? Yes, very much.
PART 6: FOOD
Are you a vegetarian? Not exactly. I enjoy meat but I tend to not cook meat for myself.
Anything you absolutely could eat forever? Lots of things. Anything potato.
What is your favorite dessert? Depends. Sometimes it's more of dinner. Sometimes it's chocolate. Sometimes it's other stuff. I'm not that predictable.
PART 7: RELATIONSHIPS AND LOVE
Do you want to get married? Next question, please and thanks.
Have you ever been in love? Yes.
Are you in a relationship? Yes.
PART 8: RANDOM QUESTIONS
1. Where is your cell phone? In my pocket.
2. Cheesecake? (blink) I love cheesecake, if you're offering me some.
3. Your dream last night? That Fab was giving me shit for not fixing my blog before I went to bed.
4. Your favorite drink? Fountain soda Coke, skim milk on the rocks, a yummy beer, and ice water all tie.
5. Car you want? The one I have! But 4WD would have been nice.
6. Your fears? Losing those most important to me. (Yay, I figured out a fear!) And needles.
7. Who are you hanging out with tonight? The kittos.
8. One of your wish list items? A wii.
9. Where did you grow up? Here.
10. What are you wearing? That's so fucking forward.
11. Tattoos? I don't have any, but I enjoy them.
12. Ketchup? In the voice of Uma: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a papa tomato, a mama tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Papa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him… and says, …
13. Your computer? Intel MacBook Pro
14. Your life? Pretty fucking awesome, thanks.
15. Your friends? Also pretty fucking awesome, thanks.
16. What are you thinking about right now? (rolling eyes)
17. Your work? It's fun when they use my talents.
18. Your summer? It sucked ass, but I'm guessing next summer is gonna rock.
19. Your favorite color(s)? Green to look at, blue/black to wear
20. When is the last time you laughed? A few minutes ago? I laugh all the time.
21. Last time you cried? Friday
22. Last text? Err, which way? And, what about it? Incoming was when I got home last night, outgoing was when I woke up this morning. I'm not sharing either, even though they're not dirty.
23. Last received call? This morning.
24. Last IM? WHAT ARE YOU ASKING, MEME. This morning.
Part 9: LIFE
1. Who knows the most about you? Me.
2. Whom do you blame for your mood today?
3. Have you ever seen a dead body? Yes.
4. What should we do with stupid people? Eat them?
5. What is making you sad right now? Nothing.
6. What was the first thing you did this morning? Checked my voicemail.
7. Who was your last kiss? Furry: Georgie/Ripley/Allie. Less furry: Dawg.
8. What is your most missed childhood memory? If I'm interpreting the intent of the question, time with my brother.
9. Last person you went out to eat with? Dawg.
10. Are you spoiled? Yes. But not by request/demand.
11. Do you drink lots of water? I drink a fair amount.
12. What toothpaste do you use? Rembrandt Classic wintergreen
13. How do you vent your anger? I swear like a salty sailor.
14. The last compliment you received? That I am smart and beautiful and make someone feel really mushy inside. (Ok, technically, I received a bunch more since, but this is the one that's out there so it's the one I'll admit to.)
15. What did you do last weekend? That's chronicled here.
16. When was the last time you threw up? Um. My body is very unintelligent when it comes to getting things out my mouth that shouldn't be in my tummy. So, … oh, yah. Um, I just remembered and I'd rather not say. Too personal.
17. What theme does your room have? No theme.
18. Are you a mama’s child or a daddy’s child? Mama's child. 
19. Would you ever join the military? I would if I had to, but it wouldn't be a choice I would make by default.
20. The last website you visited? Rude Cactus
21. Who was the last person you took a picture with? Dawg
22. Last person you went to the movies with? Dawg
23. What did you do/will you do for your birthday this year? I dunno! I like surprises so I tend to not plan stuff for myself.
24. Number of layers on your bed? Three blankets above the fitted sheet.
25. Is anything alive in your room? Me.
26. Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward? Forward. But, um, could we just go forward a few days? Thanks.
27. What are you looking forward to right now? No comment.
Part 10: IF YOU HAD TO:
1. If you HAD to get a tattoo, where would you want it? Left hip, but in front, not on the side.
2. If you HAD to dye your hair a color what color would it be? The color it is now, silly.
3. If you HAD to get a piercing (THAT ISN’T YOUR EARS) where would it be? I'm kinda allergic to jewelry that goes through me (but not allergic to hand jewelry) so… I really won't be doing this.
4. If you HAD to change your name, what new name would you choose? I am, in fact, changing my name! It will be my birth name preserved with my mom's maiden name tacked on the end.
Done! Yay!
February 6, 2008
core dump
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.
February 3, 2008
ZOMG HOW COULD I FORGET?!
Somehow, even though I've been thinking of it daily for the past two weeks, and even have thought of it about 10 times today alone, I kinda forgot to say: I'm co-hosting on Fab's radio show with Fab and Morgetron tonight at 7:00pm Eastern on Blog Talk Radio (clicky to listen)!
We're kicking off the new season of his show. Yes, we're doing this while the Pats stomp the Giants because the Giants are a bunch of fucking pussy-boy idiots and the Pats are awesome. 
BUT THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT. THE POINT IS YOU SHOULD BE LISTENING TO OUR RADIO SHOW!!!!
I even told my dad about it last night, but I suggested that he not listen. I don't want to be responsible for my father's impending heart attack.
January 29, 2008
Open letter meme
Fab's pal Karen switched up the rules for this meme in such a perfect way that I don't need to switch it up any more than it already is.
Here are the rules:
* Link to the person that tagged you.
* Post the rules on your blog.
* Share six non-important things about yourself in mini complaint letter form.
* Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
* Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
I got tagged by Fab cuz he 
my beautifully enthusiastic spirit. Or something.
1. Dear Famous Amos: Why don't you put enough cookies in your bite size bag? Hmm? HMM??
2. Dear world: Why are you so unfriendly to the lefties? What'd we do to you?
3. Dear amusement park: You know how much I like the spinny rides, so how about you stop kicking me off them and making me go to the back of the line? So what if I puke everywhere? I promise to buy more food if I do.
4. Dear Arm & Hammer: Why do you insist on taking my favorite deodorant off the shelf so that I am forced to switch to Old Spice?
5. Dear border patrol: Please stop hassling me for going to Canada every 3 minutes. Srsly. That shit gets old real fast.
6. Dear gravy: Stop being so fucking delicious.
I tag the following person: Abs. (Cuz she needs to feel all important. 
)
Anyone else who wants to do this meme is free to do so, but please note that I didn't tag you.
In case you were wondering about yesterday's PiF winners, they are: Mikey, NPW, and Stef. Yes, I randomly chose comments 1, 3, and 5 (not including my own) which are the first three odd numbers, not the first three prime numbers (2 is prime; everyone forgets about 2), above zero. Don't glare at me. Not my fault you didn't win. All winners have been notified of their win and their present arrives next week. You three now need to pay it forward.
January 10, 2008
Foot wars
It's no secret, I'm kinda freaked out by feet. They get us where we're going and to me that's pretty much all they're good for. You wiggle your bare foot at me and I'm either going to silently scream about it or scream out loud about it. And Fab, that fucking SOB, has figured that out. He has also told the entire world that I like people peeing on me. This is neither confirmed nor denied because I've never actually had it happen, but I do know I don't want to be shat upon, thanksverymuchly.
I would post a photo to go along with this, but it'd logically be a photo of FEET, and… NO. So go see Fab's fucking foot over at Fab's fucking blog.
January 9, 2008
I have issues
I have politely borrowed this from Amanda:
76% Hillary Clinton
76% Barack Obama
74% John Edwards
72% Dennis Kucinich
71% Chris Dodd
71% Mike Gravel
70% Bill Richardson
67% Joe Biden
52% Rudy Giuliani
48% John McCain
41% Mitt Romney
40% Mike Huckabee
29% Ron Paul
27% Fred Thompson
22% Tom Tancredo
2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz
Those results scare and amuse me, considering my comment to Fab that anyone who wants to be our next president should NOT be crying to sway voters. Just sayin'.
December 24, 2007
s'matters
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.
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. 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.
December 18, 2007
More random from the SOV
Liss tagged me for a meme which I could do in my sleep because I'm the most random person you'll ever (probably not actually in person, except if you're B, Avi, Britt, or Dawg*) meet.
Although, trying to be random under pressure might actually prove to be hard… hmmm, we'll see.
Rules: Blog 10 random things, facts, goals or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 8 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. I recently told my boss that "security conferences are like an amusement park to my mind." (That's a direct email quote.)
2. I have had discussions with my brother about disaster recovery planning in the event of a zombie attack. And, after the afternoon staff meeting today, I've now had the same discussion with all my co-workers! (I was not the one to bring it up, which amuses me.)
3. Despite having been on the internet since I was 13 (that's 20 years for you math nerds), I am just as naive and trusting as I was on day 1. Sour will be assisting me with this problem I have. (Thank you, Sour. )
4. I wear jeans almost every day of my life. If I'm not wearing jeans in public then I'm not comfortable.
5. I can talk myself down from anxiety attacks if I am in public with the logic that having one in front of strangers would be very embarrassing but cannot apply the same logic when in private. One would argue this is because there are no strangers in private, and one would be correct.
6. Back to the pants thing, I am wearing the same jeans today as I wore yesterday because I look cute in them and why the hell not? (This is not a normal occurrence. I almost always wear clean jeans, and almost almost almost always wear different jeans from day to day.)
7. I am really surprised I don't have a Random category. I should fix that. … Oh, here it is! It's Miscellaneous T! Leave it to me to name my random category after They Might Be Giants.
8. I am impressed that Liss knows what her biggest fear is. I have no idea what mine is. Currently I fear nothing. It's disturbing to fear nothing.
9. I have no life plan anymore, and I kinda dig that most days, kinda super-fucking-hate it other days, and that's ok by me.
10. I'm an enigma wrapped in a pony. (heheheehehehehehehe) And a little crazy.
Tagged: Anyone who: feels they should be; doesn't have anything else to post about and needs something; never raised their hand in class because they didn't want to be called on; is right-handed.
*I will likely meet Sour as well, just hasn't worked out yet. And if I meet Sour then I should totally see K too. And probably Stef, maybe. And if I return to Florida then Fab and Mrs. Fab. And if I return to Texas then Abs and Wah. But THAT'S IT! (Except it probably totally isn't. We should have a Poppystock but without the drugs and free love.)
