Update 3/27

well I loves me some learning and this is what has been learned

… the customer is always wrong and yeah I’m not kidding, they are . When you are given a specific set of rules and are told to govern your work area in said fashion then there’s only so much leeway that you can give to people before your job becomes pointless.

now that I got THAT out of the way..

I also learned that trivia can be profitable

given enough elbow grease, I TOO can eradicate mold and mildew!

peoples personal opinions shouldn’t bother me so much

building up a tolerance can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on what it is that you’re tolerating

people might take their time responding after you kindly asked them to do so, those some people might be eating potato chips will standing in a driveway, chairless, tableless and meatless… oh well

I’m Super thanks for asking!!

I don’t know what’s with me today, I guess I just wanted to pay tribute to two of the most “out”landish and flamboyant confirmed bachelors who ever graced a stage during the 60’s and 70’s (with apologies to Tiny Tim)

Take a quick look to the right, it doesn’t get any snazzier than a velvet painting of Charles Nelson Reilly.. I remember watching Charles on repeats of Lidsville and around different tv shows.

  The second of course is Paul Lynde who along with CNR mastered the ascot on many game show sound stages throughout the 60’s and 70’s. Many of you might remember him as Uncle Arthur from Bewitched.

update 3/20

… the recent addition to my crushes list Pauley Perrete from NCIS (the goth pippi longstock)

.. never, NEVER! never underestimate the necessity and the sheer awesomeness of sleep. W/O sleep we’re zombies! w/o sleep we would be cranky!

… not everyone has to like me, let alone put it with me, except that one person, she knows who she is

television is becoming either really uninspired or I’m just getting smarter… (is that possible?) nothing really noteworthy as far as tv is concerned. I missed the Amazing race this past sunday and I gave up on American Idol as any type of entertainment. Thursday nite on NBC was entertaining as always, I can’t believe Michael Scott quit!!

a review 18 years too late

when I was a kid (society calls em tweens and I think that sounds disgusting)… anyway, a movie called WARLOCK happened upon HBO/Cinemax. Being the unsupervised child that I was, a movie that sounds that inherently evil obviously appealed to me.  

Without giving away much of the plot away it’s fair to say that the Warlock came to A. Kill People and B.Serve his dark master and he ends up doing alot of both. It has some fake blood and cheesey 1980’s f/x and although its not too extremely gorey it does its best to show alot of spoooooooky new england and the Insane Bonneville Salt Flats of Utah….   

If you have comcast check out the Free Movies from On-Demand. Playing all march long

week in review

I’ve learned a few things and whatnot

reading the teenage diary of website publisher doesn’t make you gay. However, identifying with her does.

complaining about facebooks 2nd revamp in less than 12 months makes me sound out of touch, so I’ll keep my confusion to myself.

too much coffee = incessant bathroom breaks. You’d think I’d know that

I got my passport back today SANS my birth certificate, after my heart dropped out of my anus (I can’t afford to jump over 7 states to go get a piece of paper) I realized they included a leaflet that stated my ‘evidence’ might come back in a seperate mailing.

If you have huge knuckles and you are getting a ring, spring for the comfort fit

so called chick lit

… I was first drawn to this book because I noticed a bloody nose on the cover, (WOW what does that say about me?).. Upon inspecting the front and back covers I decided to give the book a try.

The book is done from a quasi autobiographical/introspective peek at the authors childhood diaries. Lesley Arfin takes us from her confusing preteen years through to her drug fueled adolescence. She starts off with often embarrassing entries from her diary and will update the posting by catching you up with the key players in said event. The book has some flat-out funny moments and it has … well somewhere in between her 21st and 22years I decided to skip ahead to the end, the only reason being after a while it felt as If I was the one trying to score H…. but then again Im a bit of a puss. Any-who, I HIGHLY suggest picking this book up, it’s kind of a One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest crossed with Are you there God it’s me Margret.

12 Secret Spices to Help you Stay INDESTRUCTIBLE!

not much to type, I came across this story about crazed Japanese baseball fans and why they threw a statue of Colonel Sanders into a river 24 years ago. please to enjoy http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29629104/

Comedius

I just really get confused when it comes to comedy…

I enjoy comedy troupes such as The Lonely Island, The State (when they were an ensemble, back like 15 years ago) and Broken Lizard.  Most comedy today is obviously either TV or Internet oriented. From those you get your different genres, late night TV, sitcoms, adult swim, etc. From that last group you get your different subsets, Family Guy, Seth Green and his production team and the Tim and Eric team.

This post I guess just focuses on the fact that I don’t “get” or flat out even LIKE Tim and Eric. It doesn’t differ to much from some of the other groups that I’ve mentioned. Same type of formula, get high and write, get drunk and write, walk into the opposite genders bathroom with a tape recorder and write the outcome.

::cue Yakkity Sax::

gor blimey

and if you don’t know the song or any of what I just mentioned then shame on you and look it up! I recently stumbled upon a brilliant book. If any of you are fans of the Young Ones, Rowan Atkinson or Benny Hill (and can’t afford to hop the pond) then aside from renting some dvd’s you just might want to pick this book up. The title is difficult to explain, but I’ll try it thusly, if any of you out there were fans of the third Austin Powers movie then you might remember the scene in which Mike Myers and Michael Cane seemed to be speaking british gobble de guck to each other, well what they were actually doing was speaking in Cockney Rhyming Slang. ok ok so let me explain already, The title of the book is “The Septics Companion” , septic stands for septic tank, which rhymes with Yank, which is what we americans are “yanks” (yankees). So simply put, the book is an overview of most things british. The book goes over currency, politics, geography and also has quite a detailed dictionary that will clue you in on what pulling a bird is. Quit being lazy and look it up! Chris Rae has a website but his book has alot more and I highly suggest you contribute to the economy and buy it!     http://septicscompanion.com/

I don’t feel like picking up my book right now so I’ll blog instead

pretty much the title says it all… there are some things I’ve been pondering

…if I start my “25 random facts” post on facebook NOW will I just be copying everyone else? or will my pent up rage from past attrocities shake certain folks to the core

   can octogenarians sense sarcasm? and if they can will they still obey?  (i.e “have a good day” and “you’re welcome”)

will pointless talent shows get renewed for another season? (no picture needed too many tv shows to list)

the a.d.d. in me has taken a tighter hold in my life, either that or it’s just plain exhaustion moving into my life… for example, I’ve woken up from my sunday naps (bids to stay alive) to watch tv (The Amazing Race) and for the life of me there are whole chunks, segments, people that I can’t remember. It could be that I’m half asleep, it could be that I’m growing out of my tv is life phase (I kinda hope not) but 60 plus hours punching the clock CAN do that to ya.

not to mention this weekend daylight savings timestarts [or ends, I really don't know] and that will only throw me off just THAT much more completely fucking me all up..

On a lighter note, I did catch Jimmy Fallon’s second night ( I work so I slept on wed. and thur. nite)… I think he’ll do just fine, I guess I just have to get used to his bits… I guess