bitterdiva

Tin Foil Hats

I am convinced that the apocalypse is coming, it'll be brought about by mind controling aliens and their biker monkey minions. That's why I'm wearing my hat every waking second.

The weekend is over, it was quite the busy one. Friday and Saturday nights were spent at Mahar's. It's really fascinating and surreal to watch your significant other have drinks with a woman that is not you. Not that there's anything wrong between us, he was with a friend and the occupancy of the establishment prohibited us from really being near each other. The two of them sat down the bar on stools for the first half and then switched over to a table near us.

Saturday I spent driving around from Albany to Wynantskill, back to Albany to only get bored and suggest a drive to Troy, which we found ourselves back in Wynantskill and back to Albany. Luckily a nice trip to Mahar's helped beat the heat of the day and we were able to chill with Julie and Shawn.

Oh that wacky Harry Potter and all his adventures with his gang along with getting himself tricked by Voldemort. What a mofo pants! Luckily we were able to discuss book five on Sunday afternoon with a fantastic dinner spread out over several hours. John made these vegetarian sausage rolls which were bloody fantastic seeing as such as I dislike sausage immensely. I made the salad and the vegetarian chili which used zucchini in place of the meat. I must say that it was the best chili that I ever made- that recipe is a keeper.

Mondays are typically a downer for me but today has to take the cake, the punch, and the party favors. Upon my immediate arrival today I was informed that my old co-worker, who retired two years ago, her mother passed away last week. I feel for the family because it's just been a downward spiral for them. A year and a half ago her daughter-in-law died of ovarian cancer; currently she's battling pancreatic cancer to which is not responding to the chemo; and now her mother passes. I wish that the family could catch a break in their recent time of troubles and have something positive and good over balance the blackhole of negativity.

It's going to be a long, long, long four days. Luckily I can redeem the week with bowling and a trip to mahar's on thursday only after having gone to getting my teeth cleaned and receiving a gripe session from my dentist. Oh joy!

No prayers | 08:29 AM

Car cookies year two

Today being one of the hottest days thus far of the Africa weather streak, it was suggested that today shall be the day to bake cookies in my car. Last year I found out about this and attempted it to no avail, either it didn't get as hot as it was supposed to or it thunderstormed. Today, however, was the perfect day: 95 degrees out, mostly sunny, it was like an oven in my car literally.

During my lunch hour, I went to the market, bought the tin foil, the package of chocolate chip cookie dough, and a black poster board to further harnass the power of radiation in my car. At one o'clock the cookies went in. I checked on them around 2:30 and they were spreading out and rising. At 3:30 they're still looking not done, but they're at least crispy on the outside. The last attemp I'll make is at 4:15 before actually leaving at 4:30.

Just a note for further testing, let the cookie dough get to around room temperature, it'll help the baking along. Also, stick them in the car at around 10-11 so that it gets more of the sun rather at one. The next time I bake cookies, I'm going to try and buy them the night before so I'll have enough time for proper baking.

Also, I got a present today from Kris! He bought me The Books of Magic by Gaiman, what an incredible sweetie. I was skimming through it and the art is absolutely amazing and really interesting to see the varying styles throughout the miniseries.

3 prayers | 03:45 PM

Happy Birfday

Happy Birfday Mr. Kris!!!!

2 prayers | 08:38 AM

The beginning of the end is the beginning

Well, I finally finished Order of the Phoenix. It's full of ups and downs; luckily I get to talk with my peeps on Sunday about it. Right now I feel like beating someone with a fish but I'm too tired and headachy to really do anything.

I've been feeling a bit off lately, I don't know what's persistently scratching at me like a fungus that won't quit. Perhaps it's chugging through a book that I've waited so patiently for since I finished Goblet of Fire last summer or the upcoming presentation and training (wreck) that I have on Friday. Regardless, I'm in a funk; and though typically I never let any thoughts of something other than a bitch pass from my fingertips to my blog it lies upon this site with its rotting stench.

One of the things I've noticed that I do is build something up in my life. I place this miniscule bit of happiness upon it's glittering pedestal to admire and cherish in the times when things are but happy and well. I use escapism often in the forms of cinema and literature to distract my mind from the current bog of frustration. Everyone uses it in some form or another, illicit substances, clothes, games, music, cinema, literature, sports & exercise. It's an outlet that humans use to take one's mind away from the shithole house of reality we reside in every day. No one is safe from life's little treasures of mystery and misery. We take each moment of happiness for granted but when the pain returns we are reminded of how good it was when it was non-existent.

We are all selfish to our needs, to our own pain, we chalk off other's pain because we do not experience it first hand. We do not understand what a person is going through, but we have empathy and sympathy towards it. We say something like, I understand, and we hear that everyone experiences pain and regret and whatnot the same. Humans are different, we are all genetically different right down to our wonderful DNA to which at this point hasn't proved itself to be un-unique. Therefore I must ask myself if the pain you experience is the same pain I experience, but neither will know because you are yourself and I am myself. My own half-assed, sleep deprived, cherished paradox.

It's probably the oppressive heat wearing away at my patience, or the shrinkage of my room due to the two-foot thick carpeting of clothing. The quietness of the evening is louder than it has been in a while, although the fan is breaking up the silence and the accompanying relentless high pitch whine in my ears, it’s getting quite late and I feel the heat rising up in my head from staving off sleep - for it is imminent.

No prayers | 12:15 AM

Decisions, decisions

I've recently decided (within the past five minutes) that after I finish up the fifth Harry Potter book, after Pawn of Prophecy (yes Kris I will return to this book), I will go back to my other Brit obsession, Neil Gaiman and read the tales of Tim Hunter. What does this have to do with anything, other than my obsession? Easy. During my first viewing of Labyrinth I noticed how much Rowling snuck a little from the movie into her own books. Kris went off on a tanget about the Books of Magic. Today I remembered what he said to me, I went to Amazon and saw something strange: a young kid with unkept black hair and glasses was staring at me from the cover. Obviously someone who is now richer than the Queen of England pooled various attributes from other fantasy stories. It's expected I realize, but sometimes I wish it was a genuine idea. Just goes to show that Neil is the man!

In other complaints, it's 92 degrees outside. And, 6 months left to Christmas!

No prayers | 02:19 PM

Book V

Tonight is the Order of the Phoenix book party at Borders tonight. I had thought of dressing up in garb for the occasion but I really couldn't get into since I've been busy being back. However, thanks to monkey and his safety sign page, I created a little gem with gooballs's help. I figure taping it to the back of one of my shirts would be good enough.

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2 prayers | 02:01 PM

Small lesson to be learned

I woke up this morning, thought my back had just gone several round with a boxing kangaroo, contemplated whether or not I should continue with my morning routine. Figuring the heat from the shower would helped, I convinced myself to go to see how I felt after the shower. Figuring that my back probably would be sore through the day, I grabbed the vial of the happy pink pills and threw them in my bag.

Got to work, my back was feeling better. I made my Thomas' English Muffins and tea and started to bust my ass. An hour later what happens? Cramps. That damn dirty uterus was playing unfair with me. Realizing that I could take my darvies, I did so, taking two since K told me I could.

Three hours later, I'm at my buddy's printer, printing out envelopes when the world is turning that not-so-uncommon white. I'm about to faint, and would probably take down the printer, his desk, and chair and probably end up with my skirt over my head. Managing to my desk I sit, think about what I'm going to do for lunch which had begun 15 minutes ago. The music from Red FM was some funky techno shizze that took over my senses and I began to feel nausious. I placed my heavy head on my arms and closed my eyes.

40 minutes later I wake up with seven minutes left of my lunch, cramps gone, and a feeling of contentment over me. The moral of the story kids is: narcotics and work are fun, but not when you're ill and have work to get done.

2 prayers | 02:26 PM

Cingular Shenaniganary

After several run-arounds, misinformation, annoying employees, and an unintelligible insurance claim representative, I am back to having my cell phone and long distance. The Nokia 3360 is by far the worst cell phone to ever have in one's possession, but if you are to be cheap and get it, I would suggest the insurance. Apparently this Nokia product has a major flaw, it sucks - sucks greater than a 12-year-old Thai Hooker when the Navy docks into town. This isn’t just an American flaw too, when I was traveling in Ireland, I saw a teen girl in a McDonald’s bathroom with my phone and asked her if she had the same problems as I did, and sure enough, she did. The software, according to the technician that took a look at mine, degrades to a point where it chokes on itself and annoys the user by constantly asking to set the time and date.

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6 prayers | 04:00 PM

Winding up the week

It’s been one week since I got back and thus far I haven’t really posted any real meat and potatoes about anything. And there’s been a dung heap of goings on.

I’ll start off with my jobbie job. Before I left for Ireland I heard the rumor mill churning faster than a hamster wheel about layoffs that were going to occur. I figured that there was only going to be a few changes, apparently I was wrong. Basically the two days after I left the shizze went down. A number of people were laid off, a number were placed in other areas. I was fretting returning to work because having been gone for two weeks, I figured it was ample time for them to say, hey we don’t need her, sayonara sucker. I walked in and was informed of all the happenings and was extremely sorry to hear about counterpart being laid off, bumped in the injustice that is civil service. I was relieved to find out that I’m safe where I am.

It’s mid June which means it’s time for the humidity to jump to a level that makes me want to peel off my skin and stick it in the freezer for a period of time. The weather in Ireland was more to my liking, cooler and less humid. However, when we were in Sligo, the humidity was as bad as it is here, but it at least only reached a high of 75 degrees. I’m wondering how tolerable Mahar’s is going to be during the summer when going there last night for Mer’s birthday, it was almost intolerable. Especially when it’s all full capacity. I do not enjoy the heat, and anyone that knows me knows that I am a downright royal bitch in the heat.

Tonight was our bowling night, a second night of being around the league for me. I just think I do poorly when surrounded by scary strangers. Luckily though, I brought Yoda, who gave Mer much luck with her high game of 214. I’ve become inseparable with the little green dude; he goes wherever I go now and occasionally gets caught by the camera doing various things. If it’s one thing I learned when in Ireland, it’s that Yoda is the shiznit. He gets much respect and has many admirers.

This weekend should be a low key one, hopefully giving me time and motivation to cleaning up the room and organizing pictures from the trip. Also that several pints of beer goodness will be drunk and perhaps grilling will ensue since it’s cooler than cooking in the oven. Thank Buddha for Propane!

4 prayers | 10:33 PM

Got Guinness?

Apparently Guinness is a universal constant. Yoda is enjoying his complementary pint of Guinness atop the Guinness Brewery in the Gravity Bar.

3 prayers | 12:49 PM

Oh those wacky Japanese

I think I need to order this for Poopoos, he would look absolutely smashing for our Harry Potter party. That is, if he didn't kill me as I attempt to place it on his self.

4 prayers | 09:04 AM

dublin part dook

Let's see the past 25 hours I've had 10 pints, most of them being guinness. Went to the Guinness brewery on monday, it was absolutely fantastic. It reminded me heavily of a emac project, heavily industrial design with a waterfall and cool lighting. I took a lot of pictures. Yoda is having a great time, he's been all over the place. I took a literary pub crawl yesterday, and one of the actors, Frank, was totally hot, in that Alan Rickman, Irish brogue way. Don't worry for those thinking I've thrown all caution to the wind in my drunken lonely state, nothing happened. In fact, I was really bummed when they didn't end up at Davy Byrnes where Joyce hung out heavily. It was also a site for Brendon Behan (of course I screw up spelling) where he composed some works. I have an amusing story about him and Canada later on when I have more free time and get a chance to retell this story, just let me say that I wouldn't be surprised if Canada hates the Irish now.

Today I went to Christ Church, there was the catacombs where there were tombs of dead people, you know me and dead things. I also did some shopping, it poured all the time, first real rainy day. J had to go to the Clarence Hotel, which is owned by U2 and costs a pretty euro, 2100 to be exact for the pent house. We had a couple of drinks, headed to Mexico to Rome, then J and I closed Temple Bar. It sounds like a joke, there was an Irish lass, a Frenchmen, and several Americans. Of course politics were brought up and I tuned that out... not wanting to get into a battle with a 23 year old Amer. piss ant.

I'm currently as some internet place typing this, pissed. We have a walk back to the Mercer Hotel were we're staying, mom is currently sleeping there.

Tomorrow is my last full day in Ireland, I am definitely going to miss this wonderful country. I am however not going to miss the belligerent drunken fools making inappropriate comments to my sister. I might have to break out a can of Weapon X whoopass and pop a couple of grills in these sons of bitches.

I look forward to many things, hanging out with my peeps, bowling, mass quanities of desired booty with covzilla, and several pints of ale at Mahar's. I miss Mer, P-Diddy, Poopoos, covzilla. I don't miss work though, those facist bastids, oh did I say that? Hardy har har!

Well, this is me signing out, keep yourselves in good health, drink plenty of guinness, and have fun kiddies, because you never know if life is going to end.

Also, I learned something, Oscar Wilde is one fucking big ass pansy... he was probably the trend setter for the current pimp today.

4 prayers | 08:21 PM

Dublin rocks

Today is the first day that I'm in Dublin, this is a great city, I believe it's considered the only city in Ireland, everything else is a town. It's a lot like New York, but without the dirt and with the beautiful people, except their accents are annoying NY accents and everyone is friendly. I know a lot of contradictions, but hey, you can't have yin without the yang.

In Sligo we went to 4 cemetaries in a 24 hour period: Yeats' grave, Carrowmore Megalithic cemetary, my mother's family resting ground, and Sligo Abbey where there are about 15,000 people buried there. The Abbey was most excellent, it was started by Dominican friars in the 13th century, was burned and the friars killed, they returned, something else happened, killed again, residents held mass there, and in the 1800s a Cholera epidemic broke out, killing off many residents. It was here that Bram Stoker's mother saw cholera victims rising up out of the pile of dead bodies which gave the appearance of the dead rising. She would tell him these stories and I guess it finally warped his brain enough to create Dracula.

No prayers | 12:55 PM