Lame.

I just noticed that The Secret of NIMH, AND Troll 2 are both expiring from Hulu in FOUR DAYS. Boo. :/

The Secret of NIMH is an awesome movie, and if you haven't seen it you're probably like, waaay younger, or waaay older than me. Or you grew up in some sort of Secret of NIMH-less bubble, which must've been horrible for you. I'm very sorry.

I highly recommend catching it before Hulu rips it from their library. Though it's also available for instant viewing on Netflix, and it doesn't appear to be expiring there anytime soon. Kudos to Netflix for that. But like, -10,000,000 kudos to Netflix for *STILL* not being Mac compatible. I mean, COME ON! I know that supposedly their problem is that the movie studio people have to approve the Mac version of their DRM software or some shit, but Hulu and a bunch of other sites work juuust fine. And Netflix's "Instant Viewing" has been available on PC for like, what...a year and a half now??? Remember when it was called "Watch it Now?" They've taken the time to change the name, totally change up the look of the whole thing, and it's STILL PC only. What is this, 1997? Anyway. Moving on.

Troll 2 is...interesting. You might hate it. You might love it. Brett and I own it on DVD, and have watched it multiple times. It is a piece of shit that probably had a budget of like, $20,000. And I bet a significant amount of that budget was spent on drugs.

I think it's worth watching, but I sometimes like things BECAUSE they are awful. It's not scary. Nor does it actually contain any Trolls. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the original Troll movie, which we also own. We bought them as a packaged set at Fred Meyer for $7. I would've paid $14. But only because it was a set; I wouldn't have paid $7 for each DVD individually. So I guess that doesn't really make sense. Huh.

Anyway, so I highly recommend catching Troll 2 before it expires as well, but only if you're into that sort of thing. And don't come crying to me if you hate it; it's not like I made it sound good.

God help me.

I've been feeling a little under the weather lately. Last night I had the Debbie Gibsons* for like, three hours straight. My stomach still hurt when I got up this morning, but about a half an hour ago the hungry feelings started to outweigh the churny, crampy feelings, so I decided to go into the kitchen and make something to eat. We were out of town this weekend and haven't had a chance yet to make a real grocery run, so we're out of a lot of the more comforting foods: no crackers, no eggs, no salad, etc. I guess I have bread, rice, and bananas, but I don't feel like tasting bananas, I don't have anything to put on a sammie (and I don't want toast), and I didn't feel like making rice. So what did I do? I decided to reheat some left over curry, and eat that. without rice.

It's a red curry, so it's not like, tooooo spicy, but it definitely burns going down. And there's no meat in it to dilute the spiciness; just kidney beans and chickpeas. It's so tasty though. Man I love curry. I've had terrible heartburn for the last few days too, but I don't even care. Bring it. I need my spicy food.

I just hope it doesn't make me sick again. And I hope that if my recent "issues" have been due to pregnancy, I don't have these gi issues for the whole first trimester. Because I'm really not good at avoiding foods just because they upset my stomach. And for those of you out there who are like, "But what about dairy?!? You're insanely irritating in your refusal to consume dairy!!!" Dairy does not just "upset my stomach." It upsets my everything. And what it does to my stomach makes the Debbie Gibsons look like a day at the spa. SO THERE.


* Our friend Tony's grandma called diarrhea "the gibsons" when he was growing up, so naturally Brett and I also call diarrhea "the gibsons," because it's hilarious. We also call it a lot of other things. But when diarrhea is especially painful and explosive, we upgrade it to "the Debbie Gibsons."

Complainy Complainerson.

I'm in a foul mood. Well, not exactly, but I've felt really whiny all day. So I will use this blog as an outlet for my complaints, because I feel like complaining out loud, but Brett is asleep, and when I complain to my cats I kind of feel like they're not really "getting" me.

1) FM radio really sucks balls. I'm trying to get up earlier and earlier each day this week, which means setting an alarm. Since my phone's been dead since like...sometime last week, this morning I used our clock radio to wake up. But I was still sleepy when it went off, so I laid there for about 20 minutes just listening to 107.7 (The End).

It was 10am, so I didn't have to deal with any of that talk radio bullshit (God, why do people like morning talk radio??? What a load of garbage.), but there were sooo many commercials. And the DJ called one of the songs "new," and I was already sick of it last spring. Because it takes FM radio like, forever to get permission to play stuff. Or whatever it is...I don't know why it takes them so long. Plus it's just a lot of the same shit over and over again. AND it's usually censored, which is stupid. And the sound quality was terrible. When I finally got up, I was glad to be done listening to it.

2) WHY am I trying to get up earlier and earlier each morning? Because I usually wake up slooowly, sometime between 10a-12p, drink some water, maybe check my email, putter around, eat some "breakfast," and then do random chores in the afternoon, while still wearing some form of clothing only fit for wearing in the house or backyard. I know I'm gross - I'm just being honest.

But on FRIDAY, I have to get up at like, 5 am. And go to work with Brettles. BUT!!!11 I'm not actually allowed to go IN with him, since I don't have "security clearance." Here's the deal:

We're going to Portland on Friday, and we havehavehave to be there in time for dinner. Brett is working at his normal job in Mountlake Terr in the morning, and then in the afternoon he's going to Redmundo to teach some sort of efficiency workshop thingy at Microshaft, which will hopefully end around 3 pm. The problem is, traffic is terrrible on Fridays. And Portland is about three hours south of Seattle. So if Brett were to drive from Microsoft alllll the way back up to Marysville and THEN we left for P'town, we'd be lucky to get there by 8pm. Which would be pushing it, IMO. Since we're having dinner with my family, and my mom made a point of asking me to be there "by dinner time."

So what are we doing instead? Well, since we have only one car, and Brett can't carpool with anyone since he's kind of going all over the place, I am getting up at 5 friggin am, showering, finishing any last minute packing, drying my hair, feeding the cats, locking up the house, loading up the car, and going to work WITH him, so we can leave straight from Redmond together. IN. SANE.

I flat iron my hair, which I am NOT going to take the time to do before we leave, so my plan is to drop him off at the office by 8 am, and then drive to Alderwood Mall (because they have the sickest public bathrooms I've ever seen; they're almost country club nice), wait for them to open, and do my hrrr and makeup thrrr. Then I'll drive back to Premera, pick up B, we'll have lunch at Whole Foods (where I'll hopefully pick up some tasty df snacks for our stay in Pdx), I'll drop him off at Microslut, and I'll head down to Crossroads Mall to search for some cheap new clothes. Because I've lost...let's just say "a few" dress sizes in the last year, and all my clothes look weird on me now.

Then once B is done at MS, we'll take 405S to I-5 and go straight to Portland, so we probably won't have any problem getting there by 6 or 7 pm. I'm super comfortable hanging out at malls by myself so that part sounds fun, but every time I think about getting up at 5 am, something inside of me vomits. But I'm really excited to see my family for the weekend (especially my baby bruder ♥Joe♥, who is fuh-inally visiting from NY), so it'll be worth it.

3) Ugh. This post is way too long, so all my other complaints will be in one paragraph. I was going to complain about: how I just realized tonight that we're going to be gone all weekend and I have a ton of shit to get done around here; how Brett saw this month's Nylon cover and asked why the girls all looked like whores, and when I said that they don't look any more like whores today than the old 90210 girls looked like whores in the 90's, his disbelief made me feel vicariously old and crotchety; and how I'm HORRIBLY broken out right now and have just been feeling crappy and gross in general. Which may mean I'm pregnant, but could just mean that I happen to be a little under the weather for some reason. So who knows. I know *I* won't know for at least a few weeks, and YOU will know when I want you to know. So don't ask. But I'm probably not. We've been "trying" since May, and every month I think I'm pregnant, and every month I'm not. So I probably just had a bad reaction to hot tub water or something. But GOD I feel ugly. My skin is so gross that it's actually physically uncomfortable. It looks like my pores have done some sort of freaky friday with the pores of a 14 year old boy. :/

And if you've actually read this far, I love you. :)

Hoooly crap.

So...I know it's late. But now that my computer is in the basement, there's a big set of french doors behind me. I have to say, I'm not too weirded out by the idea of people being able to see me from outside, but every once in awhile I get the urge to turn around and make sure no one is standing like, RIGHT THERE. (Don't worry, this isn't a creepy stalker story.)

So all evening, I've been hearing funny noises in our backyard. We have a lot of wildlife here though, so I've learned to kind of tune it out. I actually like having all the animals around. Except the coyotes. And if I ever see a bear, I'll probably pee my pants and cry like a baby.

But tonight I was just finishing up Frogs on Hulu (which is a movie about various flora & fauna ganging up on a family and killing them), when I heard a sort of...knock, I guess, at the door behind me. What did I see when I turned around? A big fat raccoon with its face pressed right up against the glass, staring at me. Or the movie. Either way, it seemed a little too interested, and a little too unafraid. As soon as I moved to grab my camera it turned and walked away, but I have no idea how long it was there before I saw it. Hopefully it didn't get any ideas from the movie. :/

Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat???

My iMac is back!!! We were at Ali's party, and the Mac store called and the guy was like, "yeah, we're open until 10. You can pick it up anytime!" And I was sitting in a circle of people and I shouldn't have been so loud on the phone, but I was all like, "YES! Thank you so much!!!"

That story was so not necessary. But I don't care!!! It's back!!! And it's EARLY!!! :D The party was more of an outdoor/afternoon thing, so we had plenty of time to pick it up on the way home. They didn't need to replace the hard drive which is cool, but they replaced the glass in the screen, and when I asked why, the guy was like, "I dunno. To make it look nicer?" Which sounded like a load of shit to me, but I don't care. It's back it's back it's back!!! And afterward we were bored, so we went to Sephora, but I couldn't find anything new I wanted, so we went to Arby's. I got curly fries and a turkey & swiss sammie, hold the swiss. Because Arby's t&s sammies are df if you get them w/out the s. Brett got like 8,000 roast beef sammies. That's what he always gets. Their beef sammies are NOT df though, because the buns have milk.

When our agent stopped by on Friday she gave me the okay for my idea of moving my desk down to the basement (she'd said earlier that I should get it out of the living room), so when we got home from Arby's we moved my desk downstairs, and set up my computer there. Which is now, I guess, down "here." Since I'm in the basement right now. Watching Star Wars V and eating my sammie. So now when I use my iSight camera, instead of having stairs behind me, I have french doors. As you can see in the lovely photo below. Hooray for curly fries! :D

Incidentally, it's hot as hell here right now. According to the outdoor thermometer at the house we were at this afternoon, it was 110°, but that CAN'T have been right. Though I did feel a little sun-sick at one point. But okay, so yeah. I think I look kind of sweaty and pink in the photo I just took, but that's why. Because it's hot. That's also why my hair is so frizzy. And why I'm so fat. And not taller.

Peace.

Ewww...

Does anyone else's Blogger dashboard look totally different today? I like how fb & last.fm warned us ahead of time that things were going to be different, and gave us a chance to sort of beta test the new look first, and complain about stuff we didn't like. I hate unexpected change. Except...zomg. YES! Now I can hide all those old blogs that I don't write in. They used to just sit on my dashboard ignored, and now they can be ignored and HIDDEN, which is awesome.

You know what I've been waiting for blogger to add, though? Some sort of comments manager thingy. I'd like to be able to see an at-a-glance list of the blogger blogs I've commented on recently, and who the top-commentors are on that blog, etc. Other sites have that sort of functionality, and it's great - you'd think google would be all over that shit. Whatever though, it's free. I guess I can't complain.

Oh, and also - as of tomorrow, I will have been iMac-free for a week. It will HOPEFULLY be ready Monday ("hopefully," he said. I could've died.), so maybe once I have it back I'll upload some photos for this month, because I realized last night that I hadn't uploaded anything yet. And then I uploaded this. Which I really don't think looks like me, but which Brett thinks really does. Go figs. I WISH my hair looked like that. And FYI: the graveyard background is because I've been going through a little bit of a Buffy/Angel relapse lately. Thanks, Hulu! ♥ :)

Oh, and also also - this is so awesome I could barf. Not for the squeamish, and pooosibly NSFW, but only if you work somewhere lame. Or with small children.

Can I have my Mac now, bitte?

As of this moment, I have 204 unread items in my Google Reader. I don't know how many new emails I have, because I had a lot of old emails marked "new" before I was w/out my Mac, but I know there are a lot of those, too. I just don't like reading stuff on this tiny little screen. And I'm not just bitching because it's a laptop, so don't roll your eyes at me, Leute; Brett's laptop screen is at least an inch bigger than this one. At least. And it's shiny and bright. This one is neither of those things. I feel like Doogie Howser clicking away on this thing. Only far less cool (and therefore far less popular) than NPH. Someone should make a WWNPHD? button for the Pieces of Flair app on Fb. Grr, I bet there is one, but I can't search for it because their search feature is STILL down. But NPH is the bees knees.

And speaking of my lack of popularity, what's with the lack of comments? Just because I'm not commenting on blogs this week, that doesn't mean you can't comment on mine. Brett finally felt bad enough to throw a comment my way, and he doesn't even usually read my posts unless I poke and prod him. There are many more people who read every post I write, but haven't commented lately. Or ever. Or hardly ever.

So the next time you see a post of mine pop up in your feed reader, click on it and comment, dammit! You know...if you want to. And you have something nice to say. Or something funny. I'll accept not-nice if it's funny.

I'm thinking of vlogging. Not always, but maybe sometimes. I'm thinking of vlogging about baby stuff once I fuhINALLY get pregnant. Because I figure if there's one thing people want to hear me talk about with my actual voice, it's vomiting and breast tenderness. Yes? No? I hate talking to a camera, but I think I could get used to it. I doubt I'll have much to say, but I don't usually say much on THIS blog, yet I still manage to fill it with "content," so I'm sure I could fill a three minute video once a week or something. On teh youtubes, so it'll be iPhone friendly. iPhone iPhone IPHONE. ♥

Ho Hum.

My beautiful iMac had a bad fan, so this morning Brett took it to the Genius Bar for a little tlc. I thought maybe since it was just a fan they would be done with it by the time he got off work, but they actually have to wait a few days for the part to come in, so it could be as long as FIVE DAYS before I am basking in its warm glow once again. Only, hopefully its glow will no longer be so warm.

The GOOD thing about all this is that they're just going to go ahead and replace ALL the fans, which is cool, and while they're in there they'll check to make sure everything else is looking good, too. And it's all free. Which is also nice.

It's also kind of good timing, I guess. I never really LIKE to be without a computer, but our real estate agent is coming over on Friday to check out the work we've been doing around here, so I should really be focused on other things anyway. And I guess I'm not exactly without a computer - I have this POS PC laptop.

I mean, it's a pretty good computer and all, but it's no iMac. It's kind of like...it's like the difference between a McDonald's cherry pie and an actual slice of cherry pie; they'll both fill your belly, and they're both sweet and gooey, but one is just sooo much better than the other. Especially when it's piping hot, with crust that is light and flaky and just a little bit sweet. With maybe some sugar crystals sprinkled around the edges. (Can you tell that I really want a piece of cherry pie right now?)

Anyway. So I might post to my blog, but I won't be posting photos to flickr, scrobbling to last.fm (though I'll still listen to some stuff within last.fm), playing Challenge Sudoku or any other fb game that requires mouse skillz (this thingy has a trackpad, and I hates trackpads), or doing anything that I'd rather do on my big, beautiful iMac.

I also won't be watching Karate Kid I or II on Hulu. Because barf. I'm really not into those movies. I wish they'd put up more stuff I like. Not that they deserve my complaining though; they're friggin awesome. Speaking of friggin awesome, if you have an iPhone (or possibly even if you don't), lists.zenbe.com is friggin awesome.

I don't really care about the rest of what Zenbe has to offer (their email can only import POP so I was like, boo! because I like IMAP), but their lists thingy is great! At least for us. I'm craaazy about making lists. I make them for everything. I had a blog for awhile that I just used to post lists, but it was too tedious to keep up, so I quit and went back to using Entourage & Excel to make my lists, but the problem with that is when I want to share them with Brett, I have to manually send them to him each time I make an update, or he has an outdated version.

Zenbe is cool because I can make lists, invite B to share them with me, and either one of us can make changes that the other one can see right away. And they have a FREE iPhone app. There are other to do list apps for the iPhone that are possibly better, but they're not free. This one is, and it does what we need, and it's cool because now my to do lists can go with us wherever we go. Which might drive me crazy if I wasn't so anal, but I am, so it doesn't. Woo!

I just cut three millimeters off the length of my nails. :/

My hands are usually too dry for me to be able to grow my nails long in the winter, but I like them long in the summer. Really long. Inconveniently long. Brett actually complains about it, because they get long enough for me to accidentally scratch him, have trouble opening pop cans, etc.

And having long nails makes using an iPhone difficult (but not impossible!) because since it has to have skin-to-screen contact, and I can't use the tip of my finger because then I'm just stabbing at the vkeyboard with my fingernail (which does nooothing), I have to use the pad of my finger, which is big and clumsy.

I still like having them, though. I usually use gloves when I clean or do the dishes anyway, so they don't usually get too gunked up unless I'm cooking, and then it's just food, and it's easy to rinse out afterward. I keep them super clean. It's actually kind of fun to clean under long nails because when you're done, you have this big wide open clean white surface. It's like mopping the floor.

So anyway. Brett complains about them waaay too much, which I find really irritating, because if he hates something enough I eventually end up caving and just changing whatever it is he doesn't like, which makes me sad because I know *I* like having long nails, but if he doesn't want me to have them then all of the sudden I don't want to have them so much any more. But I do! But I don't. But I do! Do you know what I mean?

It's prooobably the way I made HIM feel when he had a beard. Because he likes having at least a short beard, and I'm of the opinion that a day's worth of stubble is the most facial hair any good looking man should have. If you have something to cover up, sure - grow a beard. HE has nothing to cover up. He was hiding a nice jaw line and a good chin under what I see as the male equivalent of leg hair on a woman.

So. I was scratching at my neck after watching Lars and the Real Girl tonight (which I deem cute, but a little sad), and I noticed that my thumbnail felt especially scratchy. I looked at it, and saw that it had a tear a couple of millimeters down from the top. Sooo...I cut them all off. I still have maybe two mm of white at the ends, but they feel really short to me. But Brett was happy when he saw them. And I got to tell him that I did it because I was tired of him complaining, which made him feel guilty, and made me feel a little better.

Besides, they'll grow back. I wonder how fast fingernails grow...I know hair is like, what...half an inch a month or something? Maybe fingies are like two mm/mo. That'd be cool. I'd like to have them long again by the end of August.

I had some things...

I was going to say here, but I'm in a hurry now and can't remember what they were.

I DO know that I uploaded some photos last night, so you should look at them. They're of a little "Memory/Travel Box" I made myself as a kid. I like to save things. If I were a serial killer, the popos would totally catch me, because I'd be all about the creepy "souvenirs," like the serial killers on tv are. Even Dexter saves blood, and he should really know better. Aaanyhoo, so here's the text from the flickr set, because I don't have time to write it again:

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We moved a lot (alotalot) when I was a kid, and I traveled a lot. I made a few little treasure boxes of keepsakes over the years, and I found this one the other day while I was packing up random things in our basement (to move again).

It'd probably been like...I dunno, at least seven or eight years since I looked in it last. Which makes me feel old. But whatevs; that's life.

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So yeah...check it out. And also - happy 08/08/08!!! I don't know if there's much significance to that date, but it's still cool. I should google it to find out if anything cool is coming out today, but I won't. I guess the Olympics start today, which is cool, since I'm pretty sure 8 is a lucky number in Chinese. I think it has something to do with prosperity. And maybe if you're an athlete you can relate that to winning, because winning means gold. Eh? Not to mention the endorsements. *Cha-ching!* Whatevs though, I don't feel like caring about the Olys this year. But I don't have a problem with them being hosted in China.

On 06/06/06 I dragged Brett to opening night of The Omen, which was craaazy crowded. With goths and teenagers. I fit right in. It kind of sucked, but not any more than the original ones did. And it was super cool to do something like that on 666. Because while Catholic school didn't rub much Christianity off onto me, it DID instill in me an unhealthy fascination with Satan and demonology. Which is why I own Constantine. And Stigmata. And The Devil's Advocate. And has probably played a not-small part in my love for Buffy and Zombie movies.

It's too bad 888 isn't creepy. But oh! 01/03/13 will be creepy, I bet. I like 13's. I'm of the "lucky 13" camp.


This post makes me sound creepy.