bitterdiva

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Frankenstein is dead. His brain has finally flatlined. This is not a good weekend.

1 prayer | 03:14 PM

Adventures downstairs

I let the cats out yesterday. It was unintentional, but due to my stupidity they got out. I was upstairs in the attic looking for a hat for the Mardi Gras party when I see this black and white animal run the length of an attic as fast as a locomotive. Suddenly it dawns on me, the cats are on the run.

I run back downstairs to call for help from Kris for door/cat control and run back upstairs where Poopoos is yowling like his paw is caught in a beartrap. Luckily there was nothing wrong with him physically, he was just scared out of his mind. The next cat I find is Leeloo, she had run downstairs with full intention of busting out of the joint. I figure she was the ringleader of this operation.

Standing just inside our neighbors doorway, she stops and starts staring at me, a contest to see if I had the balls enough to enter someone else's apartment. I snatch her up and head back up stairs. Kris is in the attic searching for Fee & Shadow when I stumble into my room and find Shadow staring up at me. He receives the gold star for the week.

I pull out my bed hoping that furry little bastard Fee is still hanging out with plastic storage bins. No luck. We search the attic again, the basement, and the neighbors apartment. No sign of him. We search the apartment again, the attic, and the basement, but still no sign of Fee.

Closely approaching the time when we should be heading over to the Mardi Gras party, our neighbor returns and we inform him of the situation. Dinner, a couple of rounds of Quake 3, crying episodes, phone calls to Mer, and cleaning the apartment, we head over to the party.

We return home an hour later, check the back door, still no Fee. I finally fall asleep around 2 and wake up 11:45. I again check the back door - still no Fee. I start to pace around some more hoping that downstairs will find him. Moments later, there's a knock at my door. Fee's been spotted in their apartment.

One of the guys tells us a story of how he was sleeping last night and woke up to the sound of scratching at his door. He thought he was dreaming. The neighbor underneath Pat checks under his bed and hops off quickly, a bit taken back by the hissing Fee. I go in and drag him out and haul his ass back upstairs where I give him a very stern, "Don't do that again, you scared the shit out of me." Then I proceed to calm him down with pets and brushies.

I'm quite relieved that all the cats are safe at home, especially Fee, since Pat won't be home for another 2.5 hours.

2 prayers | 02:17 PM

Star gazing

Here's the fully bloomed stargazer lily, I am the envy of the entire office except for the one woman who had to leave early because she's allergic to the flower.

2 prayers | 10:06 AM

Bright & happy on a snowy friday

They certainly make my desk look much better and they block out the face of Emperor Palpatine.

4 prayers | 08:11 AM

Chief lord of my comitatus

My champion sent me a beautiful arrangement of lilies for our five year anniversary. Actually, the arrangement will be beautiful once these lilies open up, some have opened considerably since I've had them on my desk. It's the first time I've received flowers at work for a romantic occasion.

Just in case people thought Kris as an unemotional bastard, I hate to ruin that impression, but I'm sure he'll disembowel a couple of hundred people to regain that reputation.

3 prayers | 01:19 PM

One weekend to go, please

It seems that during the time when classes are in session, weekends seem often like fastfood. We contemplate what we're going to order up, but once we have decided what we're going to ingest, it's been deilvered and consumed faster than its existence.

Saturday, I had volunteered for my job to take pictures of a tourneyment which then I will post on the intranet tomorrow, the thankless job of the webmaster. Fortunately for me, bad weather prevailed on Friday ensuring me an early leave to finish up the second assignment in my javascript class and some quality time with Kristian - a very rare occurrence indeed.

Friday night was a most excellent trip to Mahar's, the usual Friday night crowd in attendence. Something that I have been missing in a couple of weeks. You never truly appreciate something until you no longer have it. That something is quality time spent with very good friends and very good beer. The weather, quite similar to a schizophrenic, was raining after a good icing. I welcomed the rain with the fact that I was able to shed my coat for the first time in many months.

Not quite determined to call it an early evening, seeing as such as I had to wake up at 7:30 the next morning, Mer, John, & I ventured over to Susie's. Rick informed me of the screening time of Bubba Ho-Tep and I marked it down in my mental planner. I never thought that I would make the early show time, but I skedaddled out of the tourney early enough to meet up with Rick and catch the awesomeness that is Bruce Campbell.

Today, I did laundry. I singlehandedly created a dinner meal with the very few ingredients lying around in our fridge that hadn't turned sour, ugly, or hairy. I created zucchini stew, because it's more of a stew than a soup, but if you asked the Irish, it was more of a tree-hunging granola soup. And speaking of granola, I made oatmeal with blackberries this morning. It was the first time that I actually enjoyed my oatmeal.

Now after 1.5 hours of Sex and the City, being a little saddened at the end of an era, I am wishing for my weekend back to include all the activities that I have done, but feeling a little down on myself for not choosing my activities wisely. I never accomplished homework, and I'm still sans computer. What kind of programmer doesn't have a fully functional fast machine that doesn't take eons to load up solitaire?

2 prayers | 09:51 PM

Scandalous spam

I received an e-mail from Pepsi this morning/last night/whatever. It's promoting Black History Month and a chance to win an iBook by writing an essay, how winning an ibook would help your future goals - the contest is entitled, " Pepsi Vision Of The Future Essay Contest Official Rules". I will probably take part in the writing of this essay, but I was weary whether or not the colour of one's skin might be a factor to Pepsi. I read the rules, one of the paragraphs describing how to win a Black History Calendar for submiting an essay is this:

"Once you have submitted your essay, you are eligible to receive a free Black History Month calendar from Pepsi. In order to qualify, you must send a Black History Month E-card to at least five (5) friends from the same email address used to submit that essay. Limit one online entry per name and per email address per each consecutive twenty-four (24) hour period."

Here are the topics for the different e-cards:

• "A friendly reminder that February is Black History Month, and you could win an iBook® from Pepsi!"


• "Your friend wants you to celebrate Black History Month with a chance to win an iBook® from Pepsi."


• "Thought you’d like to know that you could win an iBook® during Black History Month at Pepsi.com."


• "Help Pepsi celebrate Black History Month in the Vision of the Future Essay Contest."

If I was a marketing person over at Pepsi, I would also include important achievements in black history. Instead of looking like a sleazy corporation, why not include some information to education the world. But I forget, by being a dumb society, we buy more Pepsi products.

On a similar topic, I went to a minority high school, an inner-city magnet high school. There were about 30-50 white kids in the entire school. Black history month was the most important month, they ran a contest everyday with a different achievement in black history. Over the PA, they would describe the person and the students who knew the answer would fill out paper and throw it in a box in the main office. The staff at one point told me to stop turning in the answers because it would look bad if a white kid won the contest, and I was in the lead.

2 prayers | 09:11 AM

Paranoid void

I hate it when people throw their kids dirty fucking diapers onto the ground outside Target (or Walmart, Price Chopper, Crossgates). It's the most disgusting thing, next to snorting ritalin which is a completely different topic for a rainy day.

I've been at the pinnacle of my bitterness as of late, but unfortunately for you I haven't shared the hate with everyone; just poor K & P. Work sucks, classes are sucky, evenings suck, cold sucks, my computer sucks, and my Darth Vader has erectile dysfunction. No matter how much duct tape or command strips I adhere to him, he simply cannot stay erect. Poopoos is now afraid of him, which all cats should be, since he's Vader, but he'll sit at the edge of my bed staring at his floppiness with his pupils concealing the fluorescent green irises.

My computer is decrapit, not entirely decrepit but crappy enough, and Einstein me complicates the issue by removing the slave drive and allowing the master to be alone. Errors & bsod's later, I decide to reformate & re-install winxp, but that too craps out and win98 also craps out. Which is bloody fantastic since I'm taking a programming class and currently have no computer to do work on.

I'm going home now for some pirate booty.

2 prayers | 04:34 PM