Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Big Glowing Box of Plenty

The best thing about fall, the very best thing, is all the new television. It's like Christmas (at least until all my new favorites get cancelled) in big glowing box form. Shiny fun new shows! Something new to watch every night! It's all very exciting. This week we've watched:

Chuck. Oh, man, I really love a nerd/spy combo and this one is great because it's got all the nerdy spy-y goodness without taking itself too seriously. It's sweetly funny and clever and what show could suck that has a character called Captain Awesome? It's not just because he says "awesome" a lot but because he is awesome. Group hug? Awesome.

Heroes. It seemed good. We haven't actually seen the first season yet so I wasn't really sure exactly what was going on but then Sark/Krychek (pretty much the same character, lets be honest. Please see above comment about nerd/spy joy) showed up and I was in. IN.

Bones. Eh. This is a show that I like but don't care if I miss an episode. Basically a vehicle for Boreanaz goodness. Yeah, shut up.

Reaper. I liked this! It has a good "Dead Like Me" premise and is really fun to watch. Not quite as sharp as Chuck but it's sort of unfair to compare the two.

Tonight is the premiere of The Bionic Woman which I'm watching mainly because Battlestar's Katee Sackhoff is in it. Also, why not? It sure beats doing the dishes. Tomorrow night is My Name is Earl and The Office which makes me want to wet myself with excitement, sincerely.

I really do love my television even if it tends to break my heart. Every year a new favorite is cancelled and I swear I'll never fall for it again but I always do. I still hold a flame for Keen Eddie because that one hurt the worst. (Wow, that was how long ago? Four years? I am a champion grudge-holder apparently.)

Monday, September 24, 2007

Tomorrow: Cancelled Due to Lack of Interest.

I'm starting to wind down from the crazy, I think. Last week was the first time I actually thought I might need some kind of pharmaceuticals to help me be sane or at least tame my anxiety. It was awful - I couldn't turn off my brain at all and I kept obsessing over everything that was bothering me, filling in the vague with details of my own design which is not good. It was Kenny that pointed that part out - that I don't handle vagueness well at all and have a tendency to replace the unknown with my own projections. This is a bad solution, kids, I really don't recommend it. Anyway, I'm feeling a bit better and more level and had a decent weekend, mostly. I did a little shopping, some cooking and some mountain biking. I had my younger sister and her boyfriend over for dinner, which was fun. That's about it for the weekend.

One other thing I want to mention before I go. My name. It's Adrien. Note the "en" at the end. My name is not: Adrian, Adrienne, Adriene, Adrianne, or Adriane. It's ADRIEN. I've had it misspelled at least once a week for my entire freaking life and I'm tired of it. In the past week it's been spelled "Adrian" on three different occasions, all by people I know.

It's such a small thing to learn, I think. Lets all work on it.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Papa. Mike. Sierra.


It happened again: Last night I went to bed with every intention of closing my eyes and thinking about how great it would be to have my own pony until I felt asleep, a process that usually takes about 20 seconds. Instead, my brain was at THREAT LEVEL ORANGE in which every imagined slight was blown completely out of proportion, every sideways glance, backhanded compliment or un-returned phone call from the past month was reviewed and fitted into every possible negative scenario until I found myself weeping and snotty at midnight because nobody loved me anymore.

When I finally sat up because couldn't breath through my nose anymore, I felt a very dim bulb turn on somewhere in the tiny portion of my brain that was still functioning at a rational level. Huh. I got up and went into the bathroom to look at my pill pack. Guess what starts next week? DUH and DUH and DUH some more. I really ought to change my prescription to something that doesn't dispense a lovely dosage of despair every month.

To try and balance things out today I made an Etsy Treasury featuring creepy things. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically a list of cool things found on Etsy, usually with a theme. It's my first treasury, so please take a look.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

How to Kill a Vacuum Cleaner.


I don't know, I'm asking you. Sincerely, I hate my vacuum cleaner for no other reason than it's old and cantankerous and the attachment head keeps falling off. But, it still works so I still use it and Kenny sees no reason why it would need replacing. (This gives me a secret hope that when my youth fades he'll keep me around anyway, which is nice, but we're talking about appliances here. I guess it's not comparable. Anyway.) I've had the damn thing for ten years, people. That's a long time to be annoyed with your vacuum cleaner.

I've thought about "accidentally" letting it fall down the stairs but that would mean a) I'd have to vacuum upstairs shudder which is really Kenny's gross boy lair and therefore not my responsibility, and b) I honestly think a hoist down the stairs would just make it stronger.

I've also deliberately let it suck up stuff it shouldn't, hoping for it's demised, but nothing seems to phase this beast. Sure, the attachment head is so worn out that it scratches the wood floor, but that doesn't stop it from half-heartily sucking up jewelry wire, beads, edamame pods and mounds of cat hair.


I've flirted with others, the purple Dyson is totally love-affair material, but I don't have $500 to spend on a vacuum no matter how compelling and British the commercials may be. I think I'd really rather just have a shinier more updated and bagless version of the one I have. I want it to be upright and maybe a little stupid. I think that's really important, that my next vacuum be kinda stupid, because the one I have now is wily like a fox. A fox that sucks and refuses to die.


* That picture up top is actually a quilt. More where that came from here.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Maybe I should check in my purse.

Yesterday was so incredibly stupid. The stupid began when I was driving to work and looked down to see that my brake light was on. You know, it's never a good feeling when you're speeding down the road and your car suddenly mentions, "hey, I think the brakes might be busted. Just a possibility!"

At first I thought I'd left the parking brake on but after pulling the release lever eight or twenty times and discovering that didn't make the stupid light go off, I gave up and decided that my brakes were busted. Oh, shit. Except they weren't of course. The light eventually went out and then came back on a few times like it was jumping out to say boo or something.

After arriving at work safely I immediately got on the Internets (the absolutely best way to get completely accurate information) and discovered that I probably just needed brake fluid. Or, my brake pads were about to completely fall off. You know, one or the other. No biggie.

Brake fluid fixed it, though, so fingers crossed that my brake pads aren't also worn down to nubs. The stupid continued later when I had to go BACK to work last night to attend a really not necessary meeting/packet pickup for the upcoming on-campus craft show. Now, I've done shows. I know how it works and I know what I need to know. Mostly, they send you a piece of paper or three that has all the helpful information right there in writing.

Oh, but not this show! For this one I had to sit (or duck and cover in case frienemy showed up) and be told that a) I could not bring my dog, and b) if I chose an outside space I'd be setting up, wait for it, outside, and c) here was my name tag and if I thought I couldn't manage to hold onto it for the two weeks until the show they'd be happy to do that for me. I should mention that all this information was in the packet they handed me with my name spelled wrong all over it. I WORK HERE and they didn't get it right. The only thing not in the packet was the show hotline number which they mentioned a few times but didn't actually give us. le sigh.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Everyone Has a Big But...

Sorry, it's been a busy week, and really, who wants to hear me bitch more about how my keys are still missing? BUT, because I care, I offer the following options in lieu of a real entry.

Option #1: go read the new entry on my bike blog.

Option #2: A new skull pen video is below for your viewing pleasure:

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Worst Day Ever.

What did I do? Why am I being punished? This has been a super-cruddy day and it's not even over yet. I feel like I should hide under my desk until it's time to go home.

It started with a trip to the doctor for my yearly Pap Smear Hour-o-Fun lunchtime appointment, in which I read horrible magazines (Dwell is ridiculous, by the way. Ri-dick-u-lus. OMG! I could write a whole entry about it, but I'll save it for later) while sitting on an uncomfortable table dressed in a front-tie muu muu. All this stunk a lot.

But wait! There's more. I was jauntily leaving when I realized I couldn't find my keys. I checked my purse thoroughly but it's a big wodge of keys and hard to miss. Not in my purse. Not in the examination room. Not in the bathroom. Not in the waiting room. Not in the nook where i got my blood pressure checked. I tore that place apart and I think all the nurses kind of hate me now. They seemed to be waiting for me to leave but WHERE CAN I GO? They also kept asking me if I'd checked in my purse. WOW, GRAND IDEA. I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT.

I left my contact information in the office and remembered that I had an emergency plastic key card thingy for my car. Hey! At least I could leave and go home for my spare keys. Oh, ho ho! Planning for emergency will get you nowhere. That plastic key didn't do jack shit. It's a lie, people. If you have one of those in your wallet toss it, because it's a lie.

I had to call my boss to come get me. Can you hear the quaver in my voice? It's there. She asked me if I'd checked my purse and then suggested I got back to the office one more time. I did, and a woman in the waiting room asked if I checked in my purse. I then went across the way to the valet parking station (I didn't use the valet service) to see if anyone had found my keys. They hadn't, but she did ask if I'd checked in my purse. I pretty much want to punch the next person who asks me that. I then called security and they didn't have them.

Finally, I called my boss back and she came to get me, which was so nice of her. While I waited I bawled on the phone to my husband who has to go home and dig up my spares, pick me up at work and go back to get my car.

Honestly, I don't get it. How did I lose them? I really think I put them down somewhere in the doctor's office and some jerk picked them up. That jerk is probably stealing my car right now.

FUCK.