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Lawn · Gnome · Assassin
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Okay. For those of you who haven't seen it- this post will probably be SPOILERIFIC. ( You've been warned. )
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So- I'm having issues which will prevent me from being at work on time.
And honestly- when I have issues- I have issues!
What happened: I broke the deadbolt lock on the front door. And the way the landlord designed it- you have to lock the deadbolt, to lock the door. This way- it keeps you from locking your keys inside the house.
My roommate left the house earlier this morning. Said the lock was working fine. Now mind you- 'fine' is a relative term in our house, considering the fact that you have to struggle with the lock every day, just to get the door unlocked or vice versa. But it was working 'fine'.
Now- when I go to leave- I put my key in the lock, and turn it to lock the door. And it just keeps turning. I do two full revolutions before it dawns on me that SOMETHING IS WRONG. (Yes- I'm a bit slow. Move on.) So- I try to remove my key from the lock, and it won't budge. Okay... maybe I have the key upside down. So I turn the key 180 degrees and I try again. It won't budge. CRAP. Now I can't lock the door, and I can't leave, because the car keys are kind of on the same ring. Plus- this is not the neighborhood to leave your door unlocked... if you want to keep your stuff, that is.
So- first thing I do is call into work and tell them I'm going to be late. Last time I called in late- I had locked my keys in my car. That sounded plauseable. This sounds weird! Seriously! If I was the supervisor- I'd have a hard time believing it. But sometimes life is stranger than fiction.
Second thing I did was call the roommate. She found the scenario to be fun! (Sarcastically speaking.)
Third thing I did was call the landlord. He's going to get a locksmith out here. Then I tried to get my key out of the door. It finally came out, but so did about 5 little brass beads. As I'm sure deadbolts don't have extra beads sitting around in them.. like confetti- Im sure that was a really bad thing.
So now I have to call my landlord back and see if he has an estimate about when this locksmith guy is coming, so I can figure out the logistics of getting a key to my roommate, who is already at work. Because the original plan was for me to leave (and leave the door unlocked. What?!), and he would get the locksmith out here to exchange the deadbolt and make a key. Okay- bad plan. Because I'm assuming you'll be here to supervise the deadbolting, but that means you'll have a key and we won't. And as my roommate gets home about 4 hours before I do- this will leave her with almost no way of getting in. But say she gets a key- that's all well and good, but she leaves the house at 8 am. That would still leave me with no key to lock the door. Hmm...
At least this means former roommie will no longer have a key. (Long story. And for the record- I don't have a problem with former roommie- I have a problem with someone who no longer lives here having a key, just in general.) |
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From the Tennessean.com: 85% of Nashville-area stations are out of gas, AAA says( Total Stupidity ) This is stupid. No one else is having this crisis- we're just special. And my job is nowhere near any of our 2 public transportation methods (bus and train), and cab would be waaaay too expensive. So what does this mean? This means that I've been trying to refill my tank all week, but every station I passed was out of gas... or out of gas by the time I reached the pump. This also means that I was running low last night, and I could not find a station to fill up that didn't have a stupid amount of wait time. The two I found had a line sooo long, that I would have literally run out of gas IN the line. So I coasted home practically on fumes. So I spent 2 hours of my life this morning waiting in a line to fill up my roommate's car, and my 2-gallon gas can, so I can have enough gas to start MY car, and go stand in that horrendous line again. But that's a job for tomorrow. Roommie and I have a wedding to go to today, so I don't have time to get back in that line. So yeah. That's the stupidness in my city right now.
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So I arrived in Atlanta around 10:30 on Saturday. There's six of us in one room. That's okay. I was informed I needed to register. That's not okay. The line has already started to queue around three quarters of the building. And rumor has it- the wait to register is FOUR HOURS. Why am I here again? Oh yeah- Jason Momoa.
So- I get to the room and drop my stuff, and we go down the elevator, to get into the Line of Doom. As we exited the elevator- I ask her which way to go. She said it didn't matter. Since the elevators are in the cylindrical center part- any exit will pretty much get you where you want to go. So I head off in one direction, and my roommate goes the other way. And guess who she almost literally runs into? That's right- JASON MOMOA. And by the time she found me- he was gone. Crap!!!! No use searching for him- apparently he was coming back from one of the panels, so he was getting INTO an elevator. Ah, well.
So- I get in line, and in an effort to do penance for dragging me down to Atlanta- my roommate joins the line with me. Even though she already registered 2 days earlier. And we wait... and wait... and wait. Luckily- it only takes 2 1/2 hours. Now I'm all official. We go up the stairs and try to go to the Stargate panel, but that line is already out the other door, and around the building, so we figure there's no way we're getting in there. As we were leaving, we passed right by Paul McGillion! There really wasn't much else to do, so we got dinner and went back to the room.
Today- I got up bright and early, because the Harry Potter panel with Matthew Lewis, and James and Oliver Phelps started at 10 am. Plus- I was in a public parking lot, so I had to go pay for another day. So I reached the panel room at about 9:00, and it was already PACKED. I was one of the last few people they let in. It was pretty good. Matthew has a bit of a beard going, but it looks good on him. Then I went to the Exhibitors Hall to see what good bits they were selling. I'm thinking of going as Zoe from Firefly next year (yes- I've already registered for next year), so there were some great leather vests that I'm thinking of buying. But- I'll need to see which color I need to get, and what exactly it looks like, so I don't get the wrong one. After that- we went to lunch.
After lunch, we went to get in line for the next Stargate panel (we learned from yesterday). We arrived at 1 pm (the panel started at 2:30), and there was already a crowd. When dude counted us, we ended up being like 173 in line. So- they made us queue the line out the door and around the corner. And we waited... and waited... and waited. We ended up getting pretty good seats- we were about 9 or 10 rows back. I was about 3 seats from the center aisle, so I had a pretty good view. So in comes the panel- Corin Nemec, Christopher Judge, Jason Momoa, Paul McGillion, Lexa Doig, her hubby, Michael Shanks, Vanessa Angel, Claudia Black, and Alexis Cruz. Let me just say that this was the BEST panel I've been two. I've never laughed sooo much. Even if you weren't a Stargate fan- you would've had soo much fun. The only person who didn't say much was Vanessa. But then again- she was only in like three episodes of SG-1. Most of the SGers have been working together for 10-11 years. The Atlantians for 3 years. And Chris Judge really stole the show! He had everyone cracking up the whole time.
I have to say- everyone looked BETTER on the panel, than they do on TV. Even Jason. He's such a hottie. |
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So- my roommate is systematically trying to get me to like all of her favorite shows. This way she has someone to talk to- someone who's probably as crazy as she is. Let's run through the list: Lost Smallville Dr. Who Veronica Mars Grey's Anatomy Heroes Kyle XY Stargate: SG-1 Stargate Atlantis Now- I'm already a fan of Lost and Smallville, so no prodding was needed. Dr Who just won't stick. (Which is surprising, because I'm a fan of pretty much ALL things British). Veronica Mars grew on me, although I can miss episodes and not freak out. Grey's Anatomy is GREAT, and the spin-off happening this fall looks good as well. I have not seen Heroes at all, because I would have come in on episode 12, and I refuse to start it mid-season. So since it was just released- I can start watching that one. I've heard good things about it, so I'm going to give it a whirl. Kyle XY had to grow on me, but its a cute series. I'm not much a fan of Stargate SG-1, but I loooooove Stargate Atlantis. Which brings me to my point. My favorite character on Atlantis is Ronon Dex, played by Jason Momoa. My roommate is at DragonCon today through Monday. She has been calling my cell phone a bajillion times, and I finally know why. My roommate wanted me to go to DragonCon with her, but as I have this job thing, and stuff- it wasn't really convenient. There were other reasons I decided not to go, as well. BUT- Jason Momoa is at DragonCon. Last minute surprise guest. Now I have to drive down to DragonCon. Life is taunting me. It just said in a Nelson Muntz voice, "Ha Ha!!". I heard it.
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You can read this: no spoilers whatsoever. So I had reserved my copy of the 7th HP book with Barnes & Noble, and I spent most of last night in Barnes & Noble- waiting for them to give it to me. But I have it. YAY!!!And am currently reading it. YAY!!!Anyway- so my dad calls at about 8:15 this morning. Him: Hey- whatcha doing. Me: READING!Him: Oh. Okay. Hey- when did that Harry Potter book come out? Me: About 8 hours ago. Hence the READING response. Him: Oh. So whatcha doing today? Me: R-E-A-D-I-N-G. Him: Ah. I see. It's that a children's book? Me: Just because the main character was a child when it started- does not make it a children's book. It's universal. Him: Okay, just checking. Talk to you later then. Me: Okay, bye. For reference- my dad loves to read- he just doesn't understand the Harry Potter hype. He hasn't read any of the books or seen any of the movies. It's just not his thing. And I understand that. Which is why I have not wasted breath, time, or effort in trying to convert him. And now for the most recent coversation with my dad (as in five minutes ago): Me: Hey- you doing anything today that will put you out and about? Him: Yeah. Me: Like out my way? Him: Why? Me: Can you bring me some food. You know- like... food? Him: Don't you have food you can cook? Me: Yes, but-- I'm READING. Him: Ah. Well- I'm going to this flyer stuffing thing for --insert mayoral candidate name here--. Me: Why? Him: Because she supported us at work, so we have to go support her. Want to come? Me: Well I would, but I don't think it would work out. Him: Why? Me: Because I'll be trying to read, and people will want to talk to me and stuff. Just wouldn't work out well. Besides- how many times can you give people the ' Can't-you-see-I'm-reading?!?' look, before it loses it's desired effect? Him: Yeah- that wouldn't work out too well. Him: So- I can bring you food, but it'll probably be after the flyer thing. Me: No problem. I'll be here. As you can see- my dad is awesome. He doesn't understand the whole -must-read-harry-potter-NOW thing, but he understands. I love my dad. :)
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Haven't posted in a while. Been lurking... reading Friends' posts, but haven't really stopped to post myself. There is a main reason why: I'm addicted to Neopets. They're cute. What can I say? Also- if you have time- go over to I Can Has Cheezeburger. Once you get over the obvious headache that the lolcats can't spell- you'll be fine.
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Yes- I realize it's lip-synched. But- you can't expect intricate treadmill choreography and vocal perfection. It's just not done. But- just the fact that they did the treadmill thing live, and no one stumbled, or cracked their head open is just next to awesome!
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Why when they say Craft Fair and Exhibition, is there never a knitter's/knitting booth? Or even a crocheting booth! Does it not classify as a craft? If weaving is a craft, surely knitting is a craft. If creating a cow with wings and a propeller and selling it for $40 is considered a craft, then surely knitting is. Just thought I'd share.
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If you have not gone to see the movie HOT FUZZ, put down whatever it is you're doing and GO. NOW!!!! I didn't have the intention to see Hot Fuzz last night. I wanted to see Kickin It Old Skool. But my roomie didn't want to see that. So- I conceded, and bought tickets to Hot Fuzz. It's starts off as a regular comedy. Reminded me of Super Troopers, or something of the like. Then all of a sudden- it's like Quentin Taratino burst on the movie set, and took over directing- guerilla-style. All of a sudden- there are explosions and car chases, and comic-like blood, and I had to blink. Is this the same movie? Did I fall asleep on the calm comedy (cause it was past my curfew), and wake up on the next movie? Did someone make a Transporter 3, and fail to sign Jason Statham to the contract? Cause he missed out- really. This movie is great! Yarp! (Don't ask. You'll have to see the movie.) It is truly an awesome movie. I dare say it's the best movie I've seen so far this year. If Spiderman wasn't opening next week- I'd see it again.
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So- I'm asking. I'm about to date myself, here, but I'm looking for a specific game. I played it in 7th grade. I doubt it was new then, but that was around the year 1990. It was a game called PSYCHOTIC. I played it on a Macintosh SE. I refuse to believe that this game has just faded into non-existence. I mean Oregon Trail has been around FOREVER, and just about everyone has played that. So I ask you. Reach back into your memories.... dust off those musty volumes of your school days. Does anyone remember playing a game called PSYCHOTIC. It's an RPG- you're an escapee from a mental institution, and hilarity ensues. I mean this game has everything in it, including getting lost in the Twilight Zone. It's hard to describe, because well- other than finding various weapons and creating mayhem- there really is no point. But I like it. And I want it. Anybody? Anyone? *crickets chirping*
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Instead of wondering if I may need help- I swelled with pride today, as I figured out I have a bigger yarn stash than my second mother- who also knits. Squee! Yeah- I definitely need help.
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WARNING- this post contains knitting terms.
If you don't want to humor me, skip it.So- I've been reading books by Stephanie McPhee ( The Yarn Harlot"), and in them- she proclaims her love of knitting socks. She really goes on and on and on about them. Uh, yeah. I've avoiding knitting socks like the plague. Why? Because I AB-SO-FREAKIN-LUTELY HATE double pointed needles (dpns). I hate them with a passion. I think that's why I never finished my hoodie- the sleeves are on dpns. It's why I hate finishing hats- you finish on dpns. So- in all of my knitting books, I'd calmly flip right past any mention of socks. Sure- they're beautiful, and probably feel wonderful on your feet; but I refuse to brave dpns for them. And the diagrams of what has to be done to put in that heel- I shudder to even think about it. So- it may surprise you to know that I signed up for a sock knitting class. Bet you thought I'd walk through hell in a gasoline g-string, before you'd EVER catch me in a sock class, yes? Well, normally- you'd be right. HOWEVER- some clever knitter found a loophole in the 'no socks' contract- they found a way to knit socks on circular needles. Entirely. No part of the sock has to be taken off the circular needles. WHOHOO!!!So- of course I have to check this out myself. I signed up for the class, and we had our first meet today. She showed us how to start at the toe, and work our way back to the heel. And starting from the toe- I've almost reached the instep of the foot. Next week, we'll do the heel, then up and out. I'm excited. This means I have absolutely no excuse now for not knitting socks. Yay! Share my joy! (Just nod and smile. Thank you!)
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Okay. So I've been in my current position in name only for the past week and a half. I just started the actual training for this position today. We've always known the date I would start training, but the location was always kind of vague. They finally figured out last week, that since I'm not an actual new hire (I'm a transfer)- there's no need for me to actually attend the orientation in Alabama that would have happened yesterday. They just sent me my training book and schedule. But I'm thinking that maybe I should have attended. Perhaps things would not still be so vague. I reported to the office downtown this morning for training a little before the appointed time. And apparently- the "Guess What Happens Next"-style of training is still in effect, because no one has a clue. No one knows I'm coming, what room I'm supposed to be in, or who I'm supposed to report to. So they give me the codes to get in and out (apparently we have triumphed over the high school hall pass technology- you now need a code just to get to and from the restroom), stick me in a room, and leave me. Umm. Okay. So- I figure this is some extreme test of self-reliance, so I crack my training manual, and try to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to be doing, and how to get to it on the computer. So- I find the CBT I'm supposed to do, but it will not load on that computer. So now I have to seek out someone to help me figure out why my computer is being stupid. I find some random person, introduce myself, and drag her back to help me. We then figure out that I'm in the wrong room- and this computer doesn't have the right environment to support this CBT. So- I move rooms. We load the CBT on the computer in the new room, and it pops up, no problem. One question though: If I'm going to be doing CBTs all day for FOUR DAYS- why can't I just do this inside the branch where I'll be? Why did I have to come all the way to this completely clueless branch and harrass complete strangers? I'm not blaming them for their cluelessness, it's just- I don't feel I had to GO anywhere, just to sit and stare at a computer screen for 7 hours. Or am I wrong? So- it's kind of unnerving, when you hit lunchtime, and there's no one to say okay, go to lunch. Or when it's time to go home- okay, wrap it up for the day- I'll see you tomorrow. I'm just used to at least telling someone I'm going to lunch. Here- there's no one to tell. It's just weird. And I'm just a little paranoid. At least the lack of supervision means there's no one there to give me funny looks, as I knit while doing the CBTs. Hey- they are snooze-worthy. If you expect me to stay awake- you'll overlook my knitting. Besides- the 97% and 98% on the two assessments I took today says I'm doing SOMETHING right. Right? So- tomorrow is more of the same. Yippee.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!There. I feel better now. Okay, so you may have noticed that I have been watching the Korean drama, "Palace". (I think I may have mentioned it once or twice... or I could just be hallucinating, and thought I said something about it)... Anyway- I've been watching the Korean drama, "Palace".  I was about six, maybe seven episodes into it, when I had a sudden breakdown (No- not breakthrough- breakdown), and figured out that I really, REALLY wanted this lariat necklace:  Okay? Are you up to date? Good. I've been searching everwhere, and I can find close variants... Like the one at Tiffany's ( http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/item.aspx?sku=17006444&search_params=t+lariat-s+0-p+1-l+-h+-c+-r+166-x) for an absurd amount of money. I refuse to pay that much for one necklace. But of course- it's Tiffany's. Why should I expect reasonable prices? And I know the next question: Did you check Ebay?Yes, I did. Nothing there is remotely close to this necklace. *sigh* I'm going to keep Googling, and maybe head over to Amazon, and see what I can find. I KNOW this necklace is out there, and I KNOW I can get it for under $100. This is my my mission. So let it be said, so let it be done.
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My marriage age: [X] I know how to make a pot of coffee. [] I keep track of dates using a calendar. [] I own more than one credit card. [X] I know how to change the oil in my dad's car. And my own! [X] I do my own laundry. [X ] I vote every election. [X] I can cook for myself. [] I think politics are exciting. [X] I balance my checkbook. [ ] My parents have better things to say than my friends. total: 6 [X] I show up for school/college/work every day early. [X] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse. [] I've never gotten a detention. [X] I have never smoked a cigarette. [X] I have never gotten completely trashed. [X] I have forgotten my own birthday at least once. [X] I like to take walks by myself. [X] I've watched talk shows. [X] I know what 'credibility' means without looking it up. [ ] I drink coffee at least once a week. total: 8 [X] I know how to do the dishes. [X] I can count to 10 in another language. [X] When I say I'm going to do something I do it. [X] My parents trust me. [X] I can mow the lawn. [X] I can make adults laugh without being stupid. [X] I remember to water the plants. [X] I study when I have to. [X] I pay attention at school/college. [X] I remember to feed my pets. total: 10 [X] I can spell 'experience' without looking it up [] I work out on a regular basis. [X] I clean up my own mess. [ ] The people at Starbucks know me by name. [ ] My favorite kind of food is take out. [X] I have gained weight since middle/high school. [ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get caffeine. [X] I can go to the store without getting something I don't need. [X] I understand political jokes the first time they are said. [X] I can type quickly. total: 6 [X] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour. [ ] My only friends are from my place of employment. [X ] I have been to a tupperware party. [X] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job. [X] I have more bills than I can pay. [] All my friends are older than I am. [X] I can say no to staying out all night. [X] I use the internet every day. [X] My wardrobe hasn't changed in a while. [X] I can read a book and actually finish it. total: 8 grand total: 38 add up all the number and repost this as: "MY marriage age is..."
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Now that's what I call wishing me a Happy Birthday! I'm a Borders bookstore nut, so of course I'm in their Rewards programs. Well- to celebrate my birthday, they sent me 15% off of 1 item, ANNNNNNNND...
a coupon for a free dessert. I know that's only like $4, but I have always welcomed free food. Plus, some other stores/companies sent me birthday wishes, but they didn't actually GIVE me anything besides a corny e-card. That's why Borders rocks.
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the thing that's worse than moving. And that is throwing away. With moving- you just pack it in boxes and go. You don't even have to look at it. With throwing away- you have to look at and through everything to make sure there isn't something you might need in the bunch. And thanks to my hereditary pack rat tendencies- I have more stuff than I should. Ugh, I'm tired of STUFF.
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