I unlocked katiedoyle.diaryland.com for anyone who wants to look at it again. I figure the person I locked it away from probably forgot about it by now. That was over 6 months ago.
Night, all.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Dude. Or as Richard Simpson used to say: DOODah.
So I emailed one of the show's producers, and she said the decisions was made to credit the people who worked on the stories for each specific episode, rather than a blanket, series-wide credit each episode. Okay, but I was still an assistant story editor when one or two of the stories that aired last night were written.
Napoleon hates the Shakespeare collar the vet gave me to keep him from pulling off his bandage. Poor puppy. Me, I find it hilarious watching him run into things, but I also feel really bad for him, what with having compassion and loving him and all, so I went to Target and got some kid socks, and so far, they're keeping him from tearing at the bandage and saving him from the collar. Plus, they're adorable, so it's a win-win. :)
Feeling pretty hopeless I'll ever find a job that pays what I need it to. I applied for a job tonight on a start-up that will pay a whopping $500/week. Half what I normally make. I'm hoping that if I get hired, the pay will bump up when the business starts turning profit. And I will get stock, so we'll see. It would be nice to put time in one something lasting. Still, $500 a week is shockingly bad. I'd make more than that as a waiter working 25 hours a week, and judging from the ad, I'm going to be putting in around 50-60 on this. We'll see how the interview goes, I guess.
This week has truly been the suck. I'm really thankful for my friends. You know who you are.
xo,
kd
Napoleon hates the Shakespeare collar the vet gave me to keep him from pulling off his bandage. Poor puppy. Me, I find it hilarious watching him run into things, but I also feel really bad for him, what with having compassion and loving him and all, so I went to Target and got some kid socks, and so far, they're keeping him from tearing at the bandage and saving him from the collar. Plus, they're adorable, so it's a win-win. :)
Feeling pretty hopeless I'll ever find a job that pays what I need it to. I applied for a job tonight on a start-up that will pay a whopping $500/week. Half what I normally make. I'm hoping that if I get hired, the pay will bump up when the business starts turning profit. And I will get stock, so we'll see. It would be nice to put time in one something lasting. Still, $500 a week is shockingly bad. I'd make more than that as a waiter working 25 hours a week, and judging from the ad, I'm going to be putting in around 50-60 on this. We'll see how the interview goes, I guess.
This week has truly been the suck. I'm really thankful for my friends. You know who you are.
xo,
kd
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
That's awesome.
Just found out I got no credit for the show I spent the spring working on. The one I wrote 11 stories for. The glorified loggers who got bumped up in title only to Assistant Story Editor, though? (one of whom was the crappiest logger I've ever seen) They got credit. On the story card.
On top of that, Napoleon had to go to the vet for a $200 abscess in his front left paw today.
Color me so happy.
On top of that, Napoleon had to go to the vet for a $200 abscess in his front left paw today.
Color me so happy.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Officer resigns after BART shooting
The officer who shot unarmed Oscar Grant in the early morning hours of New Year's Day has resigned in the most cowardly way possible. He has already refused to speak to either BART investigators or the District Attorney's office, and now, instead of attending a meeting with Internal Affairs at which he would have to answer questions, he instead sent his attorney with a letter of resignation, effective immediately, to the meeting.
If he's not guilty of executing Oscar Grant, I can think of no good reason for his actions. Most people who accidentally shot and killed another person would cooperate with investigators. Police officers who accidentally shoot and kill people are especially protected from the effects of their actions, since when they do it, they don't immediately go to jail the way the rest of us do, and they're trained for this sort of thing. So for him to not only refuse to cooperate with the investigation, but to also quit his job so that he can not be compelled to talk to Internal Affairs strikes me as not only cowardly, but guilty. At the very least, he seems to be hiding something, and that's not exactly the actions of a man who made an honest mistake. I'm just sayin'.
If he's not guilty of executing Oscar Grant, I can think of no good reason for his actions. Most people who accidentally shot and killed another person would cooperate with investigators. Police officers who accidentally shoot and kill people are especially protected from the effects of their actions, since when they do it, they don't immediately go to jail the way the rest of us do, and they're trained for this sort of thing. So for him to not only refuse to cooperate with the investigation, but to also quit his job so that he can not be compelled to talk to Internal Affairs strikes me as not only cowardly, but guilty. At the very least, he seems to be hiding something, and that's not exactly the actions of a man who made an honest mistake. I'm just sayin'.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Just checkin' in.
Time's are tough all over...Calli's hubby got downsized today, along with half his company. I especially like how they let everyone go on Christmas break and then made them all bust serious ass on New Year's Eve, all without once mentioning, oh, hi, as soon as the holidays are over, we're canning you without notice.
My NY's resolution is to not say anything about someone else (or another tv show) unless I can say something nice. I've already failed it 3 times. I made it because in this town, it's dangerous to have opinions. Let alone strong ones of the less than favorable variety. But the entertainment business is a very - VERY - small world. 'Course, if I end up never working in television again, my views on - oh, say, Donald Sutherland - won't ever matter to anyone, anyway.
Napoleon has taken to sucking on Razzle's puppy bed. Actually, he doesn't suck. He just gathers up as much of it as he can, crams that in his mouth, and then lies there holding onto it with his paws on either side. Since he also obsessively chases his tail, I looked it up. Apparently sensitive dogs (lol; I just accidentally typed "dongs"...bygones) and shelter dogs that were "rehomed" a lot do that. It's like a comfort thing, like a binky or a security blanket. He's a weird little dude, that puppy. He has issues. Which of course just makes me love him even more.
I've been taking both the pups on walks every day. They're behaving slightly better and coming when called a little better, but there's a long way to go, yet. I'm really worried they'll never really be obedient enough to come when called no matter what, and that's such an important thing that it's stressing me out.
I got TB a ukulele for Christmas. He didn't get it until today because this was the first chance I had to go pick it up. He digs it, so I'm glad I got it, even though we said no presents this year since the economy sucks it and I'm not working.
I really, really, REALLY need a job. :(
I'm freezing my ass off right now.
I'm crocheting a spiral scarf* with this thread. I hate it. It smells funky, and it's freaking impossible to work with. Also, surprisingly, the scarf weighs a freaking TON.
*the one I'm making is MUCH longer.
I'm really tired of listening to Barack Obama's plans to "reach out to Republicans" and how the Pubbies in Congress will have their own demands when he submits his stimulous package to them on January 20. For 6 longass years (or more), I have had to eat Republican crap. They battered at Democrats in Congress with absolutely no regard whatsofuckingever for what was fair or good or decent or best for the country overall, and now, I'm supposed to just shrug and say no hard feelings, and I don't fucking want to do that. I want to smack each and every one of them in the head with a good hard croquet mallet. Just once, and not enough to do any longterm damage, but damn it, what I do NOT want to do is pretend the last 8 fucking years did not matter. Because they did, god damn it. And the fact that Barack Obama wants to pretend there are no hard feelings and no damage done just confirms every single thing I felt about him during the primaries and leading up to the election after he got the nomination. It also cements the feeling that there's no difference at all between the two parties in power; they both want to screw the people of this country over if they can make money doing it, and they do not give a damn about us. I'm telling you people, we are poised on the brink of a depression, if we have not already started down the slide, and it's going to get a LOT uglier before it improves. I really think some people in this country better watch themselves, or their callous, self-centered crap is gonna land them in very unpleasant situations. The peasants seem to be finally starting to figure out just how badly they're getting shafted, and historically, that has not gone well for the non-peasants. I'm just sayin'.
I don't advocate violence in any way (well, in some instances I do, but not in this particular instance/example), but I have to say, I kinda think revolt would be a good thing. Starting over from scratch might be just the thing. It certainly worked for France. Not that I think we should drag people from their beds at night. Just that I think the people of this country need to make it clear exactly who it is actually makes this country function. And it's not some sweatshop in China or call center in India or a corporate asshat driving his Excursion to dinner while he pulls down 8 or 9 figures a year.
I'm just sayin'.
And on that note, I think I should probably get back to "work". Nice chattin' with ya.
kd
ps. yet another $7-800 Billion stimulus package? are you f'g kidding me? how the hell are we supposed to pay for that AND the occupation of Iraq AND the war in Afghanistan AND the $750 Billion giveaway to the financial asshats who landed us all in this mess to begin with? it can't work that way. i'm telling you, way worse before it gets better. you might want to start burying your money in coffee cans...
My NY's resolution is to not say anything about someone else (or another tv show) unless I can say something nice. I've already failed it 3 times. I made it because in this town, it's dangerous to have opinions. Let alone strong ones of the less than favorable variety. But the entertainment business is a very - VERY - small world. 'Course, if I end up never working in television again, my views on - oh, say, Donald Sutherland - won't ever matter to anyone, anyway.
Napoleon has taken to sucking on Razzle's puppy bed. Actually, he doesn't suck. He just gathers up as much of it as he can, crams that in his mouth, and then lies there holding onto it with his paws on either side. Since he also obsessively chases his tail, I looked it up. Apparently sensitive dogs (lol; I just accidentally typed "dongs"...bygones) and shelter dogs that were "rehomed" a lot do that. It's like a comfort thing, like a binky or a security blanket. He's a weird little dude, that puppy. He has issues. Which of course just makes me love him even more.
I've been taking both the pups on walks every day. They're behaving slightly better and coming when called a little better, but there's a long way to go, yet. I'm really worried they'll never really be obedient enough to come when called no matter what, and that's such an important thing that it's stressing me out.
I got TB a ukulele for Christmas. He didn't get it until today because this was the first chance I had to go pick it up. He digs it, so I'm glad I got it, even though we said no presents this year since the economy sucks it and I'm not working.
I really, really, REALLY need a job. :(
I'm freezing my ass off right now.
I'm crocheting a spiral scarf* with this thread. I hate it. It smells funky, and it's freaking impossible to work with. Also, surprisingly, the scarf weighs a freaking TON.
*the one I'm making is MUCH longer.
I'm really tired of listening to Barack Obama's plans to "reach out to Republicans" and how the Pubbies in Congress will have their own demands when he submits his stimulous package to them on January 20. For 6 longass years (or more), I have had to eat Republican crap. They battered at Democrats in Congress with absolutely no regard whatsofuckingever for what was fair or good or decent or best for the country overall, and now, I'm supposed to just shrug and say no hard feelings, and I don't fucking want to do that. I want to smack each and every one of them in the head with a good hard croquet mallet. Just once, and not enough to do any longterm damage, but damn it, what I do NOT want to do is pretend the last 8 fucking years did not matter. Because they did, god damn it. And the fact that Barack Obama wants to pretend there are no hard feelings and no damage done just confirms every single thing I felt about him during the primaries and leading up to the election after he got the nomination. It also cements the feeling that there's no difference at all between the two parties in power; they both want to screw the people of this country over if they can make money doing it, and they do not give a damn about us. I'm telling you people, we are poised on the brink of a depression, if we have not already started down the slide, and it's going to get a LOT uglier before it improves. I really think some people in this country better watch themselves, or their callous, self-centered crap is gonna land them in very unpleasant situations. The peasants seem to be finally starting to figure out just how badly they're getting shafted, and historically, that has not gone well for the non-peasants. I'm just sayin'.
I don't advocate violence in any way (well, in some instances I do, but not in this particular instance/example), but I have to say, I kinda think revolt would be a good thing. Starting over from scratch might be just the thing. It certainly worked for France. Not that I think we should drag people from their beds at night. Just that I think the people of this country need to make it clear exactly who it is actually makes this country function. And it's not some sweatshop in China or call center in India or a corporate asshat driving his Excursion to dinner while he pulls down 8 or 9 figures a year.
I'm just sayin'.
And on that note, I think I should probably get back to "work". Nice chattin' with ya.
kd
ps. yet another $7-800 Billion stimulus package? are you f'g kidding me? how the hell are we supposed to pay for that AND the occupation of Iraq AND the war in Afghanistan AND the $750 Billion giveaway to the financial asshats who landed us all in this mess to begin with? it can't work that way. i'm telling you, way worse before it gets better. you might want to start burying your money in coffee cans...
Thursday, January 1, 2009
WoW
Am now totally hooked on World of Warcraft.
This is especially painful because a) I can't afford it right now, and b) I don't really have time to play it even if I could afford it. Talk about major time suckage. It was a lot of fun, though. :)
Blame Calli. :)
Also, Happy New Year. :) Let's hope 2009 is a good one.
xo,
kd
This is especially painful because a) I can't afford it right now, and b) I don't really have time to play it even if I could afford it. Talk about major time suckage. It was a lot of fun, though. :)
Blame Calli. :)
Also, Happy New Year. :) Let's hope 2009 is a good one.
xo,
kd
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
New Website Pour Moi, BTW
I'm rebranding my jewelry & skin care business so that I can include stationery and greeting cards and the like. :)
Right now, all I have up is a splash page. I'm spread a little thin at the moment. But let me know what you think, ay? :)
xo,
kd
ps. totally addicted to marian call's got to fly cd. i heartily recommend. :)
Right now, all I have up is a splash page. I'm spread a little thin at the moment. But let me know what you think, ay? :)
xo,
kd
ps. totally addicted to marian call's got to fly cd. i heartily recommend. :)
Stormy Ghost Chasers...or Ghostly Storm Chasers
Me again. Tonight, I saw another reality show on Discovery or somesuch "educational" channel, Storm Chasers.
What a train wreck, in all the ways Bad Girls Club isn't. It's horrible. Simply horrible. I refuse to believe that ANY of those people are actually scientists. Srsly. To give you an idea:
1. Rename the show Ghost Chasers.
and
2. Change all references to tornadoes/rotation to ghosts/ectoplasm/cold spots/EVP/spectral activity.
You won't have to amp up the melodrama or high theatrics even the tiniest bit. It's already there. It reminds me of an episode of Ghost Hunters, only way less interesting. Ghost Hunters has a certain campy goodtime to it, and since I've encountered a ghost or 2 and know they're actually out there, Ghost Hunters kinda fascinates me. It's terrible, but there's a level of cheese to it that I adore and find amusing. Not so much with Storm Chasers.
Not so much at all.
What a train wreck, in all the ways Bad Girls Club isn't. It's horrible. Simply horrible. I refuse to believe that ANY of those people are actually scientists. Srsly. To give you an idea:
1. Rename the show Ghost Chasers.
and
2. Change all references to tornadoes/rotation to ghosts/ectoplasm/cold spots/EVP/spectral activity.
You won't have to amp up the melodrama or high theatrics even the tiniest bit. It's already there. It reminds me of an episode of Ghost Hunters, only way less interesting. Ghost Hunters has a certain campy goodtime to it, and since I've encountered a ghost or 2 and know they're actually out there, Ghost Hunters kinda fascinates me. It's terrible, but there's a level of cheese to it that I adore and find amusing. Not so much with Storm Chasers.
Not so much at all.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Oh no, you di'int.
While channel surfing today, I came across the Bad Girls Club reunion show. Star Jones and 8 women kvetching and calling each other names, threatening to punch each other out. It was like an episode of The Bachelor crossed with Jerry Springer and then plastered with Dayglo colors and more piercings, tattoos and makeup than you can shake a stick at. It was fascinating in it's awfulness.
Why did nobody tell me this wonder existed?!
The fighting. The swearing. The namecalling. The fiercely trashy trash. Finally, a reality show that makes no bones about its very purpose: participants degenerating into the worst they can possibly be, barring murder and possibly actual physical violence. It's like a slow motion trainwreck, one in which you know someone's head is going to roll, but you want to look closely to see where the special effects are because it's just that incredibly perfect in its explosive destruction. And I can't believe I like it, but I went on YouTube after to look for a specific clip (and ended up watching a few others), and Holy Toledo, it's fantastic. I'm sure there's something wrong with me - the girl who hates reality tv precisely because it's so manufactured and manipulated - but these women are so completely out of control on their own, that chunking them all into a house and watching them go all Lord of the Flies on each other is just completely awesome and mindboggling. I want more!
Somebody help me.
kd
Why did nobody tell me this wonder existed?!
The fighting. The swearing. The namecalling. The fiercely trashy trash. Finally, a reality show that makes no bones about its very purpose: participants degenerating into the worst they can possibly be, barring murder and possibly actual physical violence. It's like a slow motion trainwreck, one in which you know someone's head is going to roll, but you want to look closely to see where the special effects are because it's just that incredibly perfect in its explosive destruction. And I can't believe I like it, but I went on YouTube after to look for a specific clip (and ended up watching a few others), and Holy Toledo, it's fantastic. I'm sure there's something wrong with me - the girl who hates reality tv precisely because it's so manufactured and manipulated - but these women are so completely out of control on their own, that chunking them all into a house and watching them go all Lord of the Flies on each other is just completely awesome and mindboggling. I want more!
Somebody help me.
kd
One more thing about gay marriage...
Mike Huckabee was on The Daily Show recently, and John Stewart got into it with him over gay marriage. Huckabee took the age-old argument about how marriage is strictly defined between a man and a woman and only exists to perpetuate the species, blah blah blah.
I submit this:
If marriage is so all-fired important to keep between a man and a woman and only exists to perpetuate the species and protect the glory of procreation, then the ONLY reason people of any persuasion should be allowed to marry is to procreate. Every single couple who gets married in this country should be forced to sign a legal contract with the state agreeing to procreate within a set period of time - say, 5 years - and if they do not by the date stipulated on their contract manage to conceive and give birth to a healthy child, their marriage should be rendered null and void, and they should be barred from ever marrying each other again.
If marriage exists to perpetuate the human race, I can not see why this should be a problem for all the religious asshats out there who consider gay marriage an abomination. They should be willing to agree to this condition, and if they are not, I call hypocrite.
Big time.
I submit this:
If marriage is so all-fired important to keep between a man and a woman and only exists to perpetuate the species and protect the glory of procreation, then the ONLY reason people of any persuasion should be allowed to marry is to procreate. Every single couple who gets married in this country should be forced to sign a legal contract with the state agreeing to procreate within a set period of time - say, 5 years - and if they do not by the date stipulated on their contract manage to conceive and give birth to a healthy child, their marriage should be rendered null and void, and they should be barred from ever marrying each other again.
If marriage exists to perpetuate the human race, I can not see why this should be a problem for all the religious asshats out there who consider gay marriage an abomination. They should be willing to agree to this condition, and if they are not, I call hypocrite.
Big time.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Hola, Peeps!
I forgot to post Happy Holidays before they actually began, so please consider this my retroactive best wishes for the holiday season. :)
Computer time's been at a premium lately anyway, so most of the time when I got near my computer, it was just to check email and update my status line on Twitter. Also, Jumpin' Jeebus on a pogostick, was I stressed. The holidays are not always warm and fuzzy times here, and this year was pretty suck. Let's move on...
The pups are doing well. We go for a mile walk every day the weather permits, and that seems to be helping build rapport with them. Razzle is much better behaved now and even comes when he's called...sometimes. Napoleon still has extremely selective hearing when it comes to his name, but he's slightly better, too. Both of them are hellions much of the time, but they're getting better since the walks started. Good advice, that. :)
Let's see...
I got everything I asked for for Christmas: remote shutter for camera (not the wireless one, but that's okay), new camera battery, and Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog on dvd. w00t! I also got a cover for the lcd on my camera, which I really wanted but couldn't find. :)
Just before the holidays, I bought a present for myself, Marian Call's Got to Fly cd, and I love it. Especially Nerd Anthem, She's a Good Old Girl, and It's Good to Have Jayne on Your Side. :) If you're a fan of Firefly/Serenity, you won't be disappointed in it, and the music's good on it's own. Even the songs specifically written about certain geek shows are very broad, so if you aren't a tv geek, you can still dig the tunes for their own music and merit. The lyrics are not specific in most cases, and those that are are only specific if you happen to know the reference. Otherwise, they're just lyrics. Most people probably don't know that "She'll fly true" is a line from Firefly - in the context of the lyrics it does not stand out in geekitude in the slightest. The one utterly Firefly song is actually a real song written by someone else about an Alaskan man named Shane; it's pretty funny all she did was change the name Shane to Jayne and the word mothers to mudders, and it works perfectly. :)
I'm really glad Christmas is over and New Year's is almost done, too. I'm spending my time trying to find a job, rebranding Dragonfly to Bijoux Bisous so I can sell stuff other than jewelry, and girding my loins to actually do my taxes. Aside from that, it's still all puppies, all the time. TB is going out of town for 4 days beginning on Thursday, I believe, so I probably won't be around much except between the hours of 11p and 2a, when both dogs are finally in bed and sleeping.
That's all I got. I hope everyone had a good Christmas/Hanukkah and has a safe and happy New Year's Eve. All good things for all of us in 2009. Fervently wished.
xo,
kd
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Meows is back!
The kitty is found. :) Some people had her a couple of miles away, way down on Ventura Blvd. I had put her poster up at our vet's (along with every other vet's office in like a 10 mile radius), and the neighbors of the people who found her told them they'd seen her picture up and gave them the number. So they called Ty this morning, and he went and got her and surprised me with her. I'm really glad she's safe and sound and happy to have her back again, but I'm worried she won't stay. :( That would suck, so please send the happy kitty vibes for her to stay. I knew in my heart she hadn't gotten killed, so I'm really glad to see her again. I hope she stays.
In other news, it's 54 degrees in the house, and I'm freezing my ass off. I want heat. I hate being cold. Like, really hate it. It makes me bitchier than you've ever seen a woman. It makes me want to punch things. I seriously can't take being this m*!#$!$^!&*@$%g cold all the time. It makes me want to not do anything but stay in front of a space heater or under tons of covers. Unfortunately, my living situation allows for neither. Can I point out exactly how fucking miserable it is to do dishes when it's 50 fucking degrees in your house? You can't do dishes in a fucking parka. You also can't really comfortably eat, brush your teeth, clean the bathroom, do laundry, or any other household chore in a fucking parka.
Did I mention the irritability? Coz dude, the cold makes me really fucking irritable. And the longer I'm cold, the more irritable (which is how nice people say bitchy) I get. I can be cold going outside. I can be cold waiting for my car to warm up on a drive in the cold outside. I can be cold in a host of places and under a wealth of situations, but I NEED MY MOFO-ING HOUSE TO BE WARM. I need my bed to be warm. I need to be able to get out of bed in a house that's not 45 frigging degrees or colder in the mornings. If I can see my breath inside my house, IT'S TOO MOTHERF'G COLD IN IT. I will give up television. I will give up the internet. I can not give up central heat and hot running water. I just can't. This sucks beyond all measure. (i do wish to point out we have hot water. if we didn't, i'd murder someone. just to get that out there.)
So now, I have to go stand in the bathroom in my parka and brush my teeth while the space heater warms the room enough for me to change from my clothing to my flannel sock monkey pj's as fast as is humanly possible, and then jump into my nice, icy cold bed. I hope the dogs aren't too cold. :( They don't have covers. They're inside, but they don't have a doghouse or anything to build heat. :( I worry about them.
But the cat's home. That's definitely a good thing. Vibes and energy, please.
xo,
kd
In other news, it's 54 degrees in the house, and I'm freezing my ass off. I want heat. I hate being cold. Like, really hate it. It makes me bitchier than you've ever seen a woman. It makes me want to punch things. I seriously can't take being this m*!#$!$^!&*@$%g cold all the time. It makes me want to not do anything but stay in front of a space heater or under tons of covers. Unfortunately, my living situation allows for neither. Can I point out exactly how fucking miserable it is to do dishes when it's 50 fucking degrees in your house? You can't do dishes in a fucking parka. You also can't really comfortably eat, brush your teeth, clean the bathroom, do laundry, or any other household chore in a fucking parka.
Did I mention the irritability? Coz dude, the cold makes me really fucking irritable. And the longer I'm cold, the more irritable (which is how nice people say bitchy) I get. I can be cold going outside. I can be cold waiting for my car to warm up on a drive in the cold outside. I can be cold in a host of places and under a wealth of situations, but I NEED MY MOFO-ING HOUSE TO BE WARM. I need my bed to be warm. I need to be able to get out of bed in a house that's not 45 frigging degrees or colder in the mornings. If I can see my breath inside my house, IT'S TOO MOTHERF'G COLD IN IT. I will give up television. I will give up the internet. I can not give up central heat and hot running water. I just can't. This sucks beyond all measure. (i do wish to point out we have hot water. if we didn't, i'd murder someone. just to get that out there.)
So now, I have to go stand in the bathroom in my parka and brush my teeth while the space heater warms the room enough for me to change from my clothing to my flannel sock monkey pj's as fast as is humanly possible, and then jump into my nice, icy cold bed. I hope the dogs aren't too cold. :( They don't have covers. They're inside, but they don't have a doghouse or anything to build heat. :( I worry about them.
But the cat's home. That's definitely a good thing. Vibes and energy, please.
xo,
kd
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Yesterday & a Meme
Yesterday was flat out awful. Really awful. Nothing good to say about it whatsoever. I watched a single vulture buy the entirety of my grandmother's household contents for $300, including the rug I played on with Gramma as a child. It far exceeded my expectations of how crappy an experience it was going to be.
I'm going to leave it there, because I'm trying not to sound negative, but suffice to say this:
1. I cried. Hard. And I'm still very upset.
2. I think when you die, you will have to answer to God for taking advantage of people, especially hurt or helpless people. And the woman who did that yesterday can suck it. So can the auctioneer, who clearly knew her and helped her do it. His attitude alone was miserable.
3. As predicted, yes, my uncle did hold his hand out. And he was very unhappy to find out he wasn't going to get anything. My mom used the entire $400 we got yesterday (see next paragraph) to pay for her plane ticket.
I did get my grampa's rocking armchair, which I love very, very much, and the grandfather clock. I'm trying to focus on that and the fact that one very, very nice and compassionate man (named Mike) also showed up to the auction, and I will never, ever forget his kindness. He paid $95 for some odds & ends in a lot that was on the dining room table, and while I know he wanted 2 of the items from the lot, they weren't really worth a hundred bucks. I was just grateful to see them go to him, because I knew they had value to him, they weren't something to sell for profit. Mike, wherever you are out there in the Inland Empire, I love you, man. I really, really do. God bless and keep you, always.
So moving on...Brea Grant - who I am following on Twitter - has a blog, and she posted this meme to it: childhood celebrity crushes. I figure if Brea Grant can embarrass herself in this manner, so can I. So here goes, roughly in order of their occurrence.
1. Glenn Campbell - I used to sit in front of the tv when I was little and blow kisses at the man during his variety show, The Glenn Campbell Goodtime Hour. I don't know why. My mom and dad thought it was the cutest, most adorable thing ever. I remember doing it and that when the show came on, Mom would have to pry me away from the giant console television set, as I insisted on sitting on the floor, front and center about 3' away from the screen. That's about how close you could sit before everything dissolved into RBG dots, and when Mom would tell me to move back, I'd begrudgingly (really begrudgingly) move back to the 4' mark. I'm sure this part of my life was the mold for making me the gigantic geek I am today.
2. John Denver - What can I say? I like 'em quirky.
3. Gene Kelley - I just thought Gene Kelley was the cat's meow. Brilliant smile; soft, melodic voice; grace; dignity; and he was built. ::sigh:: What's not to love? I happily admit to still having a bit of that crush. I always will. And if a Gene Kelley movie is on, you bet your buttons I'm watching it. And crushing on Gene. :)
4. Randolph "Randy" Mantooth - Many, many hours were spent in front of the tv pining for Rampart's trusty first responder. ::deep, heartfelt sigh::
4. Sean Cassidy - I know. I'm still trying to live it down. I don't even want to tell you how huge and all-encompassing this crush was. It's just way too humiliating. Leif Garrett, HA. The Brothers Gibb? Triple HA. Parker Stevenson? Don't make me laugh. I was Sean's girl, through and through.
5. Mark Hamill - Look, I was in 7th grade. Han Solo was too intimidating. Luke Skywalker was earnest and safe and totally adorable. Don't worry; I rectified this in high school. (Ironically, btw, when I grew up and moved to California, I became friends with my friend Bill, who it turns out went to college with Mark Hamill and was in the theatre arts department with him...and had a huge crush on Hamill's girlfriend. Bill said every girl on campus had a huge thing for the Lukester.)
6. Dirk Benedict - Again, I *know*. All I have in my defense is Battlestar Galactica. Who among us did NOT have a crush on Starbuck? Besides you wheenies who had things for Richard Hatch, of course. ;)
If we extend this into the high school years - and since we're on a roll, why don't we; it's slightly less embarrassing - we get (in order of crush):
7. Tom Selleck - Magnum P.I. Seriously, need I say more? I had his posters on my bedroom wall and the doors to my room and my closet.
8. Pierce Brosnan - Smoldering intensity, brooding good looks, tall, dark, handsome. Remington Steele.
9. Timothy Hutton - His picture was on my closet door, too. Clearly, I really had a thing for earnest guys. I can only guess this is because I was so darned earnest, myself.
10. Harrison Ford - Also on the closet door. :) I still have a bit of this crush still going fairly strong. Dude: he's Han Solo and Indiana Jones. How can you not think he's totally rugged and dreamy, in theory, at the very least? Also? Working Girl. Earnest and safe and totally adorable. Which I'm sure is every guy's dream description. ;)
11. Tom Cruise - I am so over this crush, it's not even funny. It was pretty intense for a few years, but the freakishness of certain aspects of his life way killed it, believe me. Plus, he always plays the same nihilistic asshole in all his films, so I don't even admire him as an actor anymore. Rest in peace, old crush, and good riddance.
That probably brings us to the present, but I am not going to tell you who my secret celebrity crushes are, just in case they google their names and end up here, because if I ever meet them in person, I don't want them to have preconceived notions about me. And sure, that's ridiculous and laughable, and I wouldn't blame you for thinking I'm a freak for thinking that, but The Boyfriend? Was once a celebrity crush of mine back in the day, and then we met at a birthday party, and now we live together. So there. :)
I'm going to leave it there, because I'm trying not to sound negative, but suffice to say this:
1. I cried. Hard. And I'm still very upset.
2. I think when you die, you will have to answer to God for taking advantage of people, especially hurt or helpless people. And the woman who did that yesterday can suck it. So can the auctioneer, who clearly knew her and helped her do it. His attitude alone was miserable.
3. As predicted, yes, my uncle did hold his hand out. And he was very unhappy to find out he wasn't going to get anything. My mom used the entire $400 we got yesterday (see next paragraph) to pay for her plane ticket.
I did get my grampa's rocking armchair, which I love very, very much, and the grandfather clock. I'm trying to focus on that and the fact that one very, very nice and compassionate man (named Mike) also showed up to the auction, and I will never, ever forget his kindness. He paid $95 for some odds & ends in a lot that was on the dining room table, and while I know he wanted 2 of the items from the lot, they weren't really worth a hundred bucks. I was just grateful to see them go to him, because I knew they had value to him, they weren't something to sell for profit. Mike, wherever you are out there in the Inland Empire, I love you, man. I really, really do. God bless and keep you, always.
So moving on...Brea Grant - who I am following on Twitter - has a blog, and she posted this meme to it: childhood celebrity crushes. I figure if Brea Grant can embarrass herself in this manner, so can I. So here goes, roughly in order of their occurrence.
1. Glenn Campbell - I used to sit in front of the tv when I was little and blow kisses at the man during his variety show, The Glenn Campbell Goodtime Hour. I don't know why. My mom and dad thought it was the cutest, most adorable thing ever. I remember doing it and that when the show came on, Mom would have to pry me away from the giant console television set, as I insisted on sitting on the floor, front and center about 3' away from the screen. That's about how close you could sit before everything dissolved into RBG dots, and when Mom would tell me to move back, I'd begrudgingly (really begrudgingly) move back to the 4' mark. I'm sure this part of my life was the mold for making me the gigantic geek I am today.
2. John Denver - What can I say? I like 'em quirky.
3. Gene Kelley - I just thought Gene Kelley was the cat's meow. Brilliant smile; soft, melodic voice; grace; dignity; and he was built. ::sigh:: What's not to love? I happily admit to still having a bit of that crush. I always will. And if a Gene Kelley movie is on, you bet your buttons I'm watching it. And crushing on Gene. :)
4. Randolph "Randy" Mantooth - Many, many hours were spent in front of the tv pining for Rampart's trusty first responder. ::deep, heartfelt sigh::
4. Sean Cassidy - I know. I'm still trying to live it down. I don't even want to tell you how huge and all-encompassing this crush was. It's just way too humiliating. Leif Garrett, HA. The Brothers Gibb? Triple HA. Parker Stevenson? Don't make me laugh. I was Sean's girl, through and through.
5. Mark Hamill - Look, I was in 7th grade. Han Solo was too intimidating. Luke Skywalker was earnest and safe and totally adorable. Don't worry; I rectified this in high school. (Ironically, btw, when I grew up and moved to California, I became friends with my friend Bill, who it turns out went to college with Mark Hamill and was in the theatre arts department with him...and had a huge crush on Hamill's girlfriend. Bill said every girl on campus had a huge thing for the Lukester.)
6. Dirk Benedict - Again, I *know*. All I have in my defense is Battlestar Galactica. Who among us did NOT have a crush on Starbuck? Besides you wheenies who had things for Richard Hatch, of course. ;)
If we extend this into the high school years - and since we're on a roll, why don't we; it's slightly less embarrassing - we get (in order of crush):
7. Tom Selleck - Magnum P.I. Seriously, need I say more? I had his posters on my bedroom wall and the doors to my room and my closet.
8. Pierce Brosnan - Smoldering intensity, brooding good looks, tall, dark, handsome. Remington Steele.
9. Timothy Hutton - His picture was on my closet door, too. Clearly, I really had a thing for earnest guys. I can only guess this is because I was so darned earnest, myself.
10. Harrison Ford - Also on the closet door. :) I still have a bit of this crush still going fairly strong. Dude: he's Han Solo and Indiana Jones. How can you not think he's totally rugged and dreamy, in theory, at the very least? Also? Working Girl. Earnest and safe and totally adorable. Which I'm sure is every guy's dream description. ;)
11. Tom Cruise - I am so over this crush, it's not even funny. It was pretty intense for a few years, but the freakishness of certain aspects of his life way killed it, believe me. Plus, he always plays the same nihilistic asshole in all his films, so I don't even admire him as an actor anymore. Rest in peace, old crush, and good riddance.
That probably brings us to the present, but I am not going to tell you who my secret celebrity crushes are, just in case they google their names and end up here, because if I ever meet them in person, I don't want them to have preconceived notions about me. And sure, that's ridiculous and laughable, and I wouldn't blame you for thinking I'm a freak for thinking that, but The Boyfriend? Was once a celebrity crush of mine back in the day, and then we met at a birthday party, and now we live together. So there. :)
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Prop 8 - The Musical
I think it should be called "Prop 8!". ;) I just wish it were longer than 3m13s.
Cast (in order of appearance):
California Gays and The People That Love Them
Jordan Ballard, Margaret Cho, Barrett Foa, J.B. Ghuman, John Hill, Andy Richter, Maya Rudolph, Rashad Naylor, Nicole Parker
Proposition 8'ers and The People That Follow Them:
Prop 8 Leader- John C. Reilly
Prop 8 Leader's #1 Wife - Allison Janney
Prop 8 Leader's #2 Wife - Kathy Najimy
Riffing Prop 8'er - Jenifer Lewis
Preacher - Craig Robinson
Scary Catholic School Girls From Hell - Rashida Jones, Lake Bell, Sarah Chalke
The Frightened Villagers - Katharine "Kooks" Leonard, Seth Morris, Denise "Esi!" Piane, Lucian Piane, Richard Read, Seth Redford, Quinton Strack, Tate Taylor, Brunson Green
Special Appearances:
Jesus Christ - Jack Black
A Very Smart Fellow - Neil Patrick Harris
Piano Player - Marc "Marc" Shaiman (who also wrote)
Cast (in order of appearance):
California Gays and The People That Love Them
Jordan Ballard, Margaret Cho, Barrett Foa, J.B. Ghuman, John Hill, Andy Richter, Maya Rudolph, Rashad Naylor, Nicole Parker
Proposition 8'ers and The People That Follow Them:
Prop 8 Leader- John C. Reilly
Prop 8 Leader's #1 Wife - Allison Janney
Prop 8 Leader's #2 Wife - Kathy Najimy
Riffing Prop 8'er - Jenifer Lewis
Preacher - Craig Robinson
Scary Catholic School Girls From Hell - Rashida Jones, Lake Bell, Sarah Chalke
The Frightened Villagers - Katharine "Kooks" Leonard, Seth Morris, Denise "Esi!" Piane, Lucian Piane, Richard Read, Seth Redford, Quinton Strack, Tate Taylor, Brunson Green
Special Appearances:
Jesus Christ - Jack Black
A Very Smart Fellow - Neil Patrick Harris
Piano Player - Marc "Marc" Shaiman (who also wrote)
Friday, December 5, 2008
Random Stuff
I was driving to the bark park today when I thought of something I needed to call Calli about. So I whipped out my trusty cell phone at the red light and scrolled through the past calls menu to her number, hit dial, hit speaker, and clipped it to my seatbelt, across my chest. As I'm doing that, I hear "Now that's hands-free," from the car next to me, which I am aware has been sitting there the entire time I've been doing this. (We have a new law here stating you can't use a cell phone while driving unless you can do so without holding it in your hands.) I look over, and there, in plain view and big as day, are two uniformed members of the Los Angeles Police Department, complete with big ol' Crown Victoria LAPD black & white cruiser.
Oops?
I grinned, and they grinned back.
I said, "I don't have to hold it, and then when I'm finished, all I have to do is flip it closed. (not, strictly speaking, true; I have to hit the end button too, but I don't have to look at the phone to do that, and even with a hands-free device, you have to press something to end the call.) That's legal, right?"
"Hey," he says, "as long as it's hands-free, I'm good with it."
I grinned and said have a nice day, and the light changed, and he said you too, and we went our merry ways.
Links with your Saturday coffee:
Bush Strikes Again - I'm pretty easy on gun owners, because I recognize the importance a gun can have for home protection, and if I could afford one, I'd have one myself. But there's not a single reason on God's green earth you need to take a concealed weapon into a national park, and that's just one drunken idiot or asshole away from a whole heap of crap waiting to happen. Seriously. All this does is make park rangers' jobs more difficult and possibly dangerous. Twenty-five frigging years, we did not have yahoos with concealed weapons taking them into the national frigging parks. And we do not need them to. Yet another reason to hate George Dubya Bush and the NRA.
The show I worked on during the spring is finally set to air...opposite American Idol, where I'm sure it'll head out like gangbusters. I dare you to view that preview and then tell me with a straight face that it's not meant to appeal to a certain part of the population, namely the same assholes who will be taking their concealed weapons into national parks, and Sarah Palin. I bet the Palin household will be big fans. I promise when I was working on it that while I did feel a large amount of conflict for basically helping produce propaganda for DHS, I was unaware I was working directly for the Powers of Darkness. Oh, the horror.
I completely heart Twitter. Blame Feng and Angelina. Actually, come to think of it, blame Feng. What I really love about it is that besides being able to track what tons of random people are doing in the world, actors like Greg Grunberg and Brea Grant, both from Heroes, not only post updates on what they're doing, they take pictures, too! Love!
I have conquered my Bejeweled2 addiction.
And replaced it with Cubis2.
What the hell are some people thinking?
Reason 232 to like people.
I love how white collar assholes like AIG get what basically amounts to a blank check to do with as they will, but blue collar guys not only have to come up with a plan and accountability, they don't even get all the money they asked for. In fact, they get about 1/10th what AIG got, even after AIG spent a million dollars of its bailout money on massages and golf trips for their executives. Yeah. No class warfare there. No sir.
Step back from the hyperbole, Tallulah. You're done. :)
Have a good weekend, everybody.
peace out,
katie
Oops?
I grinned, and they grinned back.
I said, "I don't have to hold it, and then when I'm finished, all I have to do is flip it closed. (not, strictly speaking, true; I have to hit the end button too, but I don't have to look at the phone to do that, and even with a hands-free device, you have to press something to end the call.) That's legal, right?"
"Hey," he says, "as long as it's hands-free, I'm good with it."
I grinned and said have a nice day, and the light changed, and he said you too, and we went our merry ways.
Links with your Saturday coffee:
Bush Strikes Again - I'm pretty easy on gun owners, because I recognize the importance a gun can have for home protection, and if I could afford one, I'd have one myself. But there's not a single reason on God's green earth you need to take a concealed weapon into a national park, and that's just one drunken idiot or asshole away from a whole heap of crap waiting to happen. Seriously. All this does is make park rangers' jobs more difficult and possibly dangerous. Twenty-five frigging years, we did not have yahoos with concealed weapons taking them into the national frigging parks. And we do not need them to. Yet another reason to hate George Dubya Bush and the NRA.
The show I worked on during the spring is finally set to air...opposite American Idol, where I'm sure it'll head out like gangbusters. I dare you to view that preview and then tell me with a straight face that it's not meant to appeal to a certain part of the population, namely the same assholes who will be taking their concealed weapons into national parks, and Sarah Palin. I bet the Palin household will be big fans. I promise when I was working on it that while I did feel a large amount of conflict for basically helping produce propaganda for DHS, I was unaware I was working directly for the Powers of Darkness. Oh, the horror.
I completely heart Twitter. Blame Feng and Angelina. Actually, come to think of it, blame Feng. What I really love about it is that besides being able to track what tons of random people are doing in the world, actors like Greg Grunberg and Brea Grant, both from Heroes, not only post updates on what they're doing, they take pictures, too! Love!
I have conquered my Bejeweled2 addiction.
And replaced it with Cubis2.
What the hell are some people thinking?
Reason 232 to like people.
I love how white collar assholes like AIG get what basically amounts to a blank check to do with as they will, but blue collar guys not only have to come up with a plan and accountability, they don't even get all the money they asked for. In fact, they get about 1/10th what AIG got, even after AIG spent a million dollars of its bailout money on massages and golf trips for their executives. Yeah. No class warfare there. No sir.
Step back from the hyperbole, Tallulah. You're done. :)
Have a good weekend, everybody.
peace out,
katie
Sigh. It's 2008, and still.
You'd think that by now people would have gotten used to the idea that black people are people too. We live in a country full of people who are not like us, no matter what we happen to be. So it really should come as no big deal when a black man is elected president. It should come as no big deal when a woman runs for president. Or that gay people would like to be married.
And yet, the world is full of scared, little idiots.
I really don't understand this mindset, at all. I understand that some people are terrified of anything not like themselves. And I understand that for pretty much 8 longass years, this country has been fueled more and more by people in Washington who set the standard for drawing lines in the sand and dividing the country into Us and Them. But apparently, the citizenry of this country is even more frightened and ignorant than I give them credit for. Which is saying a LOT, because frankly, I revile much of America for being completely stupid. No offense, but I see so much stupidity and nastiness on a daily basis that I really kinda gave up on most of my fellow countrymen some years ago. I realize some of you are aces, and that's the only thing that keeps me going, so don't think I've written the lot of you off. But I *have* decided that about 90% of you suck. Just clearly not the 10% reading here. I am all about the tough love, and if you were one of the 90, you wouldn't be here, so please don't feel put upon. I love you. And I don't think you're walking around spouting "kill kill," so let's move on.
Thanks for the birthday greetings and love. :) I spent the day doing nothing and going to the bark park. Actually, not nothing. I did unload the dishwasher. :)
Someone emailed me about a job and then failed to email me back. I wish she'd email back. I could use one. I'm about to head out to Westlake on Monday afternoon and see about a waiting job out there, in a deli. I'm not thrilled with this proposition, but times are tough, and they just got a LOT tougher in the Doyle household. Hopefully when EDD calls on Saturday, they'll see I'm not a sick slacker and will give me my benefits back, because other cuts were just made to the household, as well. :( I really think this is going to turn into a depression, if it's not already. If you have a job in this economy, be stoked, no matter how crappy a job it might be.
So we're starting a new year here, what with the birthday and all, and I'm going to try to make my posts more positive. Oh, don't worry, there will still be kvetching. I don't think I can blog without kvetching, what with this being my only form of therapy and all, but I also subscribe to that whole your thoughts are your words are your deeds thing, and if I want to be happier, I have to try to be happier, and I guess that means I shouldn't blog so much dour and sour crap. It's easier to blog the bad, because there's so freaking much of it these days, but the good needs more airing, too. I admire those people who are happy. Or seem happy. I want so much to be like them. The positive people. The shiny, happy people. I don't understand how they do it anymore than I do the hateful, hate-spewing bigots. But it's probably easier to pretend to be one of the Happy. I've been doing that most of my life. I just need to remember how. Maybe then I'll find hope again. Hope makes it a lot easier to be happy. Or to seem to be, anyway. And seeming is believing. Or something like that. ;)
xo,
kd
And yet, the world is full of scared, little idiots.
I really don't understand this mindset, at all. I understand that some people are terrified of anything not like themselves. And I understand that for pretty much 8 longass years, this country has been fueled more and more by people in Washington who set the standard for drawing lines in the sand and dividing the country into Us and Them. But apparently, the citizenry of this country is even more frightened and ignorant than I give them credit for. Which is saying a LOT, because frankly, I revile much of America for being completely stupid. No offense, but I see so much stupidity and nastiness on a daily basis that I really kinda gave up on most of my fellow countrymen some years ago. I realize some of you are aces, and that's the only thing that keeps me going, so don't think I've written the lot of you off. But I *have* decided that about 90% of you suck. Just clearly not the 10% reading here. I am all about the tough love, and if you were one of the 90, you wouldn't be here, so please don't feel put upon. I love you. And I don't think you're walking around spouting "kill kill," so let's move on.
Thanks for the birthday greetings and love. :) I spent the day doing nothing and going to the bark park. Actually, not nothing. I did unload the dishwasher. :)
Someone emailed me about a job and then failed to email me back. I wish she'd email back. I could use one. I'm about to head out to Westlake on Monday afternoon and see about a waiting job out there, in a deli. I'm not thrilled with this proposition, but times are tough, and they just got a LOT tougher in the Doyle household. Hopefully when EDD calls on Saturday, they'll see I'm not a sick slacker and will give me my benefits back, because other cuts were just made to the household, as well. :( I really think this is going to turn into a depression, if it's not already. If you have a job in this economy, be stoked, no matter how crappy a job it might be.
So we're starting a new year here, what with the birthday and all, and I'm going to try to make my posts more positive. Oh, don't worry, there will still be kvetching. I don't think I can blog without kvetching, what with this being my only form of therapy and all, but I also subscribe to that whole your thoughts are your words are your deeds thing, and if I want to be happier, I have to try to be happier, and I guess that means I shouldn't blog so much dour and sour crap. It's easier to blog the bad, because there's so freaking much of it these days, but the good needs more airing, too. I admire those people who are happy. Or seem happy. I want so much to be like them. The positive people. The shiny, happy people. I don't understand how they do it anymore than I do the hateful, hate-spewing bigots. But it's probably easier to pretend to be one of the Happy. I've been doing that most of my life. I just need to remember how. Maybe then I'll find hope again. Hope makes it a lot easier to be happy. Or to seem to be, anyway. And seeming is believing. Or something like that. ;)
xo,
kd
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Freaking. OUT.
So, my unemployment check did not come today. What *did* come was a letter telling me they've scheduled a phone interview for me December 6 between 1 and 3pm. As if there's going to be anyone in a government office on Saturday. I don't think so.
The reason for this is because apparently, I've put down too many sick days. Which I did so that I could prolong my benefits. When I didn't *need* the whole whopping $373 a week they give me, I would put down a sick day or 2. Then the week I helped my mom, I put down all 7. Apparently, this was exactly the wrong thing to do. The letter says they don't think I'm capable of working and that I might want to consider having a "representative" on hand during the interview.
No stress, there.
Plus? I'm out of money. And Napoleon has a staph infection that cost me $116 today.
I have a pounding headache, and my back is tied up in knots. On top of my own stress, I'm now having to deal with Ty's, because he wanted to know why I'd gotten so bitchy, and I told him, knowing full well he would make it all his problem, and then I'd have to deal with that on top of my own frigging stress.
I sure could use that frigging incentive check they sent out to everyone but me. And I have to do all my taxes this month...and I just realized I forgot to send in my sales and use taxes, which are absolutely, positively, can't be any later, MUST be paid by, due tomorrow. Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
The reason for this is because apparently, I've put down too many sick days. Which I did so that I could prolong my benefits. When I didn't *need* the whole whopping $373 a week they give me, I would put down a sick day or 2. Then the week I helped my mom, I put down all 7. Apparently, this was exactly the wrong thing to do. The letter says they don't think I'm capable of working and that I might want to consider having a "representative" on hand during the interview.
No stress, there.
Plus? I'm out of money. And Napoleon has a staph infection that cost me $116 today.
I have a pounding headache, and my back is tied up in knots. On top of my own stress, I'm now having to deal with Ty's, because he wanted to know why I'd gotten so bitchy, and I told him, knowing full well he would make it all his problem, and then I'd have to deal with that on top of my own frigging stress.
I sure could use that frigging incentive check they sent out to everyone but me. And I have to do all my taxes this month...and I just realized I forgot to send in my sales and use taxes, which are absolutely, positively, can't be any later, MUST be paid by, due tomorrow. Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Friday, November 28, 2008
You're breaking my heart, David Tennant. :(
So, a coupla seasons ago, I stumbled across an episode of Dr. Who, a series I reviled my entire childhood (when it was Tom Baker) as ridiculous camp with terrible special effects. But this Doctor was a fast talking, irreverent scamp, and despite myself - and Billie Piper - I started watching the show. And promptly fell in love with David Tennant's Tenth Doctor. I even came to like Billie Piper, and the episode where the Doctor had to leave her behind in another dimension made me cry. (What?! It was a really well-written scene.) Since then, I've watched the Doctor - and Tennant's is the only Doctor for me - charge across the universe with Martha Jones, Donna Noble, and briefly again with Jack Harkness, and I am just crushed to find - late, I admit, but then, British television doesn't get a lot of attention here in the States - that my beloved Tennant is leaving the show.
I don't want to watch someone else be the Doctor, I want David Tennant.
No one else will properly chew the scenery and fire off technobabble at proper breakneck, barely comprehensible (and sometimes completely INcomprehensible) speed. No one else will be half so rakishly, adorably dashing or boyishly, impishly handsome. Plus, I really *like* this Doctor. I like what Tennant's done to make the character so completely his. I love how complex and sad he is. Not that I want him to be sad, but Tennant nails it so very, very well, that I don't want someone else to come along and step into his shoes. It just won't be the same. I suppose it's just as well, as I totally LOVED Catherine Tate as Donna Noble, and the two of them were really good together, so it's kind of fitting that since Donna had to go back to being just Donna after all she'd learned and seen and done with the Doctor, that the Doctor she did it all with is leaving too, and I can consider the story resolved and over, but it still makes me sad, all good things, and all that.
So goodbye, Mr. Tennant. I would have been thrilled if they *had* had to pry the TARDIS key from your hand, many, many years from now. I will miss watching you every week, you cheeky, mad, wonderful Doctor, you. I had a bit of a crush on your marvelous creation. So thanks for the seasons I got. They were great, great fun.
I don't want to watch someone else be the Doctor, I want David Tennant.
No one else will properly chew the scenery and fire off technobabble at proper breakneck, barely comprehensible (and sometimes completely INcomprehensible) speed. No one else will be half so rakishly, adorably dashing or boyishly, impishly handsome. Plus, I really *like* this Doctor. I like what Tennant's done to make the character so completely his. I love how complex and sad he is. Not that I want him to be sad, but Tennant nails it so very, very well, that I don't want someone else to come along and step into his shoes. It just won't be the same. I suppose it's just as well, as I totally LOVED Catherine Tate as Donna Noble, and the two of them were really good together, so it's kind of fitting that since Donna had to go back to being just Donna after all she'd learned and seen and done with the Doctor, that the Doctor she did it all with is leaving too, and I can consider the story resolved and over, but it still makes me sad, all good things, and all that.
So goodbye, Mr. Tennant. I would have been thrilled if they *had* had to pry the TARDIS key from your hand, many, many years from now. I will miss watching you every week, you cheeky, mad, wonderful Doctor, you. I had a bit of a crush on your marvelous creation. So thanks for the seasons I got. They were great, great fun.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
To you, my 3 faithful readers. :)
I hope your turkeys are juicy, the stuffing is without giblets (unless you like it that way ::shudder::), the mashed potatos are plentiful, the cranberry sauce is the real deal, and dessert is your favorite. :)
I will be staying home because I have a lot to do and 2 dogs in the house (not so much clean stuff to wear, though, laundry being one of the things I have to do), and with the rain comes the leaking, and TB needs to be on top of that. Plus, he loves the football, and I don't want to leave him with 2 dogs to supervise when his team will be playing. (His family is up in Mammoth or somewhere.)
Thanksgiving's never been that huge a deal to me, anyway, though I have to say that if Tom makes the insane squash (gourd?) soup he made last year, I am going to weep and wail for having missed it. That stuff was AWESOME.
The CV boot is going on my car, and I haven't the money to fix it anyway, so it's better I not drive. I'm on borrowed time as it is. :(
So that's all I got. I hope your holiday is happy. :)
xo,
kd
I hope your turkeys are juicy, the stuffing is without giblets (unless you like it that way ::shudder::), the mashed potatos are plentiful, the cranberry sauce is the real deal, and dessert is your favorite. :)
I will be staying home because I have a lot to do and 2 dogs in the house (not so much clean stuff to wear, though, laundry being one of the things I have to do), and with the rain comes the leaking, and TB needs to be on top of that. Plus, he loves the football, and I don't want to leave him with 2 dogs to supervise when his team will be playing. (His family is up in Mammoth or somewhere.)
Thanksgiving's never been that huge a deal to me, anyway, though I have to say that if Tom makes the insane squash (gourd?) soup he made last year, I am going to weep and wail for having missed it. That stuff was AWESOME.
The CV boot is going on my car, and I haven't the money to fix it anyway, so it's better I not drive. I'm on borrowed time as it is. :(
So that's all I got. I hope your holiday is happy. :)
xo,
kd
Monday, November 24, 2008
You really have to be careful how you phrase things.
I had a shite day. Like, completely, 100% crap. Almost nothing went at all correctly. About the only things that actually went according to plan were a) I was able to withdraw money from the ATM, and b) I was able to purchase a stamp at the post office. The rest of the day? Shite.
1. I had to go today to the County Clerk's office to renew my business DBA registration. Had to be done *today*.
The building is closed until further notice, and the only way to do it was to drive downtown, a feat I had neither the time nor willpower to do.
2. I had to buy a printer ribbon for the fax machine.
Nope. Not in stock.
3. I needed to go see a man about a purchase I ordered ages ago and then forgot to go pay for.
Not open on Mondays.
4. I went into Baja Fresh nextdoor, to buy a badly needed chunk of deep-fried carbs known as a churro.
Out of churros.
I need to move out, and I have no way to pay rent, no idea what to do to pay rent, and no idea where to pay rent, since I can't afford to continue living in Los Angeles, especially with two large dogs, but I have no way to get my shit crosscountry to anywhere else. So I have decided just to pack my shit and decide where to put it afterward.
Sorry for the use of the pejorative, but damn it, that's the day I had, one in which the only appropriate way to refer to all the belongings one has accrued in one's lifetime as "shit." It may not sound like much on "paper," but believe me, it was a really crap day.
I then came home and cleaned the kitchen, which was part of what the fight was about, and believe me, there's a crapload more to it, but let's just leave it at I needed to clean the kitchen.
I then left home to take the dogs to the bark park without remembering to turn on the dishwasher, so when I got home to make dinner?
No clean dishes.
So I went to start the dishwasher.
No dishwasher detergent.
Earlier in the day, I had remarked aloud that the only way my day could get any frigging worse was if someone ended up dead or in the emergency room.
Would you care to guess where my day next led?
If you guessed puppy ER, give yourself a cookie and 100 points.
While TB and I were discussing the crapitude in our relationship at the moment, Napoleon, who was at my feet, rooting around the edge of the floor as he always does, began to choke. TB had to get down and remove whatever it was from his throat. I will spare you the grisly details. 10 minutes later, Napoleon was still trying to hack/throw up whatever was in his throat, so I took him to the ER, where they gave him stuff to make him throw up...and then came out and gave me a HUGE lecture on what a bad pet owner I am as they showed me the contents of his stomach, which was, aside from the obvious disgusting, appalling. Pine cones (copious, copious amounts), 3" long pine needles (both brown and green), pine twigs, whole chunks of Natural Balance deli roll he did not bother to chew (the largest of which was approx. 1.5 x 1 x .5" and earned me an extra scolding), kibble, canned food, small rocks, the fabric from the underside of a sofa, cardboard, bits of a red bottle lid, and the piece de resistance: several chunks of green plastic safety netting. Almost all of which he ingested while I was out running errands today and TB was supposed to be supervising him. So TB has paid the vet bill and does not expect to be reimbursed, since he feels largely responsible for the entire escapade. And the cost of the bill?
$300.
For stuff to make him throw up, stuff to stop him from throwing up, charcoal to coat his entire digestive track, incase he ate anything toxic or caustic which is what made him choke, and syrup to give him tomorrow to coat his throat and stomach, in case all that sharp crap ulcerated the lining of his stomach and/or esophagus. Frankly, I thought it was going to be $500, so 3 was a bit of a relief. He can not go outside unsupervised or do anything more strenous than go on a short, leashed walk for the next 3-4 days. He's currently passed out in his box behind me, where I put him when he insisted on wrestling with Razzle until he rasped and wheezed so loudly you could hear it from 6' away. :(
All of this after I put my knee into his ribs at the bark park for repeatedly doing a bad behavior, and he yelped sharply, then immediately sat and gave me the single most heartbreaking look ever, which clearly said "what did you do that for?" in an utterly confused and betrayed fashion. It made me feel like the biggest jerk ever, and I had to work not to cry for being such a loser to my dog. Now he's been shot up with drugs twice, made to throw up, and imprisoned in his box so he'll be still. :(
When the vet tech brought him out to me at the end of his 2 hour event at the ER tonight, she remarked, "Your dog will eat anything." To which I nodded sagely, as I know this about him already, and said, "Yes, he will."
"No," she said, "you don't understand. We gave him charcoal. We have to force feed that to 90% of the dogs that come in here, but he wolfed it down like it was candy. He'll eat anything."
Awesome.
peace out,
katie
1. I had to go today to the County Clerk's office to renew my business DBA registration. Had to be done *today*.
The building is closed until further notice, and the only way to do it was to drive downtown, a feat I had neither the time nor willpower to do.
2. I had to buy a printer ribbon for the fax machine.
Nope. Not in stock.
3. I needed to go see a man about a purchase I ordered ages ago and then forgot to go pay for.
Not open on Mondays.
4. I went into Baja Fresh nextdoor, to buy a badly needed chunk of deep-fried carbs known as a churro.
Out of churros.
I need to move out, and I have no way to pay rent, no idea what to do to pay rent, and no idea where to pay rent, since I can't afford to continue living in Los Angeles, especially with two large dogs, but I have no way to get my shit crosscountry to anywhere else. So I have decided just to pack my shit and decide where to put it afterward.
Sorry for the use of the pejorative, but damn it, that's the day I had, one in which the only appropriate way to refer to all the belongings one has accrued in one's lifetime as "shit." It may not sound like much on "paper," but believe me, it was a really crap day.
I then came home and cleaned the kitchen, which was part of what the fight was about, and believe me, there's a crapload more to it, but let's just leave it at I needed to clean the kitchen.
I then left home to take the dogs to the bark park without remembering to turn on the dishwasher, so when I got home to make dinner?
No clean dishes.
So I went to start the dishwasher.
No dishwasher detergent.
Earlier in the day, I had remarked aloud that the only way my day could get any frigging worse was if someone ended up dead or in the emergency room.
Would you care to guess where my day next led?
If you guessed puppy ER, give yourself a cookie and 100 points.
While TB and I were discussing the crapitude in our relationship at the moment, Napoleon, who was at my feet, rooting around the edge of the floor as he always does, began to choke. TB had to get down and remove whatever it was from his throat. I will spare you the grisly details. 10 minutes later, Napoleon was still trying to hack/throw up whatever was in his throat, so I took him to the ER, where they gave him stuff to make him throw up...and then came out and gave me a HUGE lecture on what a bad pet owner I am as they showed me the contents of his stomach, which was, aside from the obvious disgusting, appalling. Pine cones (copious, copious amounts), 3" long pine needles (both brown and green), pine twigs, whole chunks of Natural Balance deli roll he did not bother to chew (the largest of which was approx. 1.5 x 1 x .5" and earned me an extra scolding), kibble, canned food, small rocks, the fabric from the underside of a sofa, cardboard, bits of a red bottle lid, and the piece de resistance: several chunks of green plastic safety netting. Almost all of which he ingested while I was out running errands today and TB was supposed to be supervising him. So TB has paid the vet bill and does not expect to be reimbursed, since he feels largely responsible for the entire escapade. And the cost of the bill?
$300.
For stuff to make him throw up, stuff to stop him from throwing up, charcoal to coat his entire digestive track, incase he ate anything toxic or caustic which is what made him choke, and syrup to give him tomorrow to coat his throat and stomach, in case all that sharp crap ulcerated the lining of his stomach and/or esophagus. Frankly, I thought it was going to be $500, so 3 was a bit of a relief. He can not go outside unsupervised or do anything more strenous than go on a short, leashed walk for the next 3-4 days. He's currently passed out in his box behind me, where I put him when he insisted on wrestling with Razzle until he rasped and wheezed so loudly you could hear it from 6' away. :(
All of this after I put my knee into his ribs at the bark park for repeatedly doing a bad behavior, and he yelped sharply, then immediately sat and gave me the single most heartbreaking look ever, which clearly said "what did you do that for?" in an utterly confused and betrayed fashion. It made me feel like the biggest jerk ever, and I had to work not to cry for being such a loser to my dog. Now he's been shot up with drugs twice, made to throw up, and imprisoned in his box so he'll be still. :(
When the vet tech brought him out to me at the end of his 2 hour event at the ER tonight, she remarked, "Your dog will eat anything." To which I nodded sagely, as I know this about him already, and said, "Yes, he will."
"No," she said, "you don't understand. We gave him charcoal. We have to force feed that to 90% of the dogs that come in here, but he wolfed it down like it was candy. He'll eat anything."
Awesome.
peace out,
katie
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