Yearly : 2004

I am sort of looking forward to Christmas this year. :) I have virtually no money, compared with last year, I have no big plans, and won’t be taking a very long holiday, and yet – here it is: I am rocking out to Christmas carols, and I’m happy. It must be that I’ve somehow gotten hit with the Christmas spirit-bat. ;)

Happy Holidays, everyone! Travel safe, smile often, and be happy. Remember that in being loved and safe, you are blessed. And as always, much love to you all! (So you’re already halfway there, even if no one else can stand you!) ;)

Giang

Hana: There’s a man downstairs. He brought us eggs. He might stay.

Almásy: Why? Can he lay eggs?

Hana: He’s Canadian.

Almásy: Why are people so happy when they collide with someone from the same place? What happened in Montreal when you passed a man in the street? Did you invite him to live with you?

The English Patient (1996)

The relevance is suspect, but there it is, all the same. The English Patient is one of my cycle things…every year or so, I have a mad need to watch this movie. It is all-consuming, and perfectly silly. But here it is – about to hit again. I can feel it.

I’m pretty tired. I should be sleeping, but I’m awake. So unamusing at this hour of the morning.

Anyone remember that old, dumb game where you stuff as many marshamallows into your mouth as possible, and try to say, “Fuzzy Bunny!” That’s how my brain feels. Fuzzy Bunny!

I think everyone should take two hours out of their day today to spend some quality time with the Monty Python boys.

“Well, weren’t they nice? Hmm. Out of their bloody minds, but still…”

Chat
I found out today that WoW buddy Will has a blog. Hi Will! :) The rest of you better stop lurking and say something, or I will start calling you out by name. Yeah that’s right. I know you’re there, I can hear you breathing.

Finance
I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
I hope you all recorded that. That’s all you guys are getting, I am poor. ;) MWAH!

Fun
Dad’s Home! I died when he kicked the keg… ;)

Games
Dear Productive Giang-Self,
I love you, honey, but it’d never work out. It hurts me too, but this is for the best. Don’t call. I’m changing the number. WoW and I will send you a piece of the cake.
World Of Warcraft releases tonight at midnight. So…I’ll see you guys in a year or two. Haha. Just kidding, of course. There are always server outages.

HotJobs
Ahhhh…as in…I went to the HotJob today and had fantasies about the HotBoss. Mmm.

Movies
Should I go see National Treasure? Nicholas Cage, I can take or leave, but Sean BEAN, I love him, please, yes. So, is there a plot or something?

Music
Listening to Keane singing “Somewhere Only We Know”. It reminds me of the UK. Probably because they are English. My brain picks up on those subtle hints like nobody’s business.

People Search
Tomorrow, I will make contact. The first victim? The great, the lost – Matt Joseph. Has anybody seen this boy?

Personals
Are you Alex Rogan? Are you Sean Bean? Are you my Boss? Then I’ve got the Me for You! ;)

Travel
Llanwrtyd Wells, 2005! Madagascar, 2006! Money, $0! Whoo-hoo!

TV
“Law & Order” until my eyeballs fly out, thanks to TNT – how’s that for drama?

Weather
So, it’s like, cold. ‘N stuff. Brrr. The Generals have been yanked out of hibernation and returned to the front lines. There is rest for none here – not even the bunnies.

And that’s it from out here in the yellow submarine, where WoW starts at midnight and bunny slippers save digits – reminding you that all you need is

Love, love, love,

G ;)

Bahahahahahehehahaha!

This is me as a Korean Candybar doll! ;) Please, to be noticing the excellent touches of character I have given her to make her especially Giang-like:

* Monkey! Everyone loves a monkey! And I am an “anthropologist”, therefore I am qualified to love monkeys MORE! ;)
* The lovely nerd headset! That’s me, using Team Talk 2 while I geek it up in World Of Warcraft!
* The shoes! So like my foamies! Forever foamies!
* The backwards pocket pants!
* The failproof pick-up line! KISS ME BABY!

Ahahahah! ;)

Make your own Korean Candybar doll at http://elouai.com/doll-makers/candybar-doll-maker.php!

I need to find something else to do now. Be back later, with more ridiculous frippery. Happy trails!

LATER

I am forsaken in my hour of boredom. These are the things I have done today:

* Went to work. Boss really really really needs to stop being touchy-feely. Or not. Don’t stop! ;)
* Took a nap.
* Read three or four chapters of Sister Carrie.
* Watched Shrek 2.
* Started to play Neverwinter Nights: Shadows of Undrentide, only to be waylaid by the Korean dolls site.
* Made a doll of myself. Then two more. Then one more after that. Then, stopped making dolls. (Will make more tomorrow.)
* Surfed the internet and found Eric Conveys An Emotion.
* The last three items on this list were done to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”.

I am the bored.

But now I’m sleepy. So good night – tomorrow is another day of adventure. ;)

Why do they call it Grape Nuts? They don’t look like grapes. They are not nuts. They don’t even look like if nuts and grapes had babies, these would be what their babies would look like.

I think the people who eat Tootsie Rolls made up this name.

There are a million other things I can picture myself doing right now. They come like locusts into my mind: I could remain here, watching The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly, I could be riding a horse, I could be filling a pitcher with water, I could be playing softball in the park, I could be polishing brass, I could be fixing a lamp. I could be doing any of these things: that is the miracle of having an imagination – the possibilities are endless. The problem with it all is that actually, there is only ONE thing I will be doing for certain: at 6:00, I will go to the Doddses for dinner.

I am sure the Doddses are nice people. I am sure all of their friends are equally nice people. I am sure that I am a nice person. Alexis tells me that there will be no worm eating, but you didn’t say anything about the pig’s blood. God, what about the pig’s blood?!

I saw Spiderman 2 tonight, and was thoroughly amused for two hours. Tobey Maguire’s adorable as Peter Parker. :)

A couple things, while we’re talking about superheroes:

* Batman is a crazy rich man. He is not a true “superhero”. He doesn’t have super powers. He’s just…nuts. Seriously – what kind of a world is this where a man dressed as a bat gets all this press? And – AND: he chose a bat. He could have chosen any other creature, really, he’s not genetically bound to be one or the other, and he chose a bat. What’s to stop the rich guy next door from becoming Brilliant Badger Boy? NOTHING. You open the floodgates for one kook, and they all come running through, capes aflutter. It is a bad precedent. Think about that before you trash me for this.

* I like Superman. A lot. Yes, he’s a cheesy goody-two-shoes, and YES, he was a dumbo and gave up his powers to shack up with Louis Lane in a bed with aluminium sheets, but he can fly, he’s got muscles, and if you give him a phone booth he will strip down. What else do you want?

And so, because I am ridiculous, and because you can’t keep me down, I present before you my own superhero brain-children: Dick Wonderful, and his trusty sidekick, Jorge Gorgeous. They will fight the powers of evil until they can keep it up no longer.

I know what you’re thinking, you smutty, smutty smutt-heads, and it’s just not true! The idea behind them is strictly PG-13! ;)

Apropos of nothing, I like the little cocaine dolls in Traffic. I realize I can’t have one, because cocaine is bad. But I don’t want the cocaine, I just want the water-soluble doll! Yes…I was one of those kids that got those little gel-plastic things that you get when you put a quarter in the machine, and when you put it in water, it’s supposed to blow up, and I thought the little pteradactyl was going to blow up to be the size of the bathtub, and he didn’t, and I was sad, and this is how I’m trying to get over that childhood trauma, with a cocaine doll.

It’s so late, and I’m just a confused girl. Dick Wonderful, where are you when I need you most?

;)

G

…and sometimes you feel like it’s raining golf balls, the front windshield of your car just got hit by one, and you have to pay $199 + tax to fix it.

Yes, my front window really got hit by a golfball. That’s what I get for driving into the path of a speeding trajectory. Once you all stop laughing: yes, I made all the necessary phone calls. We have a $500 deductible on our car insurance. Josh at the golf course assures me that everyone there will try their hardest to find the person who hit the ball, since it is the golfer and not the course that is legally responsible for these things. Yes, I knew that’s what they were going to say.

I was mad for the first 5 minutes. Then, I was irritated that I would have to forego my afternoon nap to make unhappy phone calls. Now…I’m still a trifle irritated, but more than a little amused. I mean, we live next to a golf course – it stinks, but it’s like living in the hurricane zone in Florida: there is always a risk. Granted…this one is a baby one, and I’m still wondering…is this ridiculous? Am I so completely ridiculous that I have an aura of ridiculousness that ATTRACTED that golf ball to my windshield?

I need a hug. ;)

On the bright side, it is almost Friday. I know I don’t deserve a real Friday, not having worked a real week, but all the same: I am glad to see it arrive. I hope you are all well, and you’ve enjoyed this little entry, because I know – it’s funny. ;) Word of warning though: buy sturdy umbrellas. You never know what’s comin’ down next…

Happy Trails!

G