HOLD UP HOLD UP. What's that?

Is that...



IT IS! IT IS! LOOK WHO HAS TOO MUCH TIME ON HER HANDS!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOMINIC ARMATO! Dude, one day he's going to google his name and realize that I give him a birthday shout-out every single year.

Am I a creep? Well, it's not like I ACTUALLY stalk him. Really.

He's 30 this year. Just for those keeping track who don't feel like looking at any of the above links which would tell you that anyway.

Also, I want to formally apologize to my friend-in-law Danny for reducing him to a word within a set of parentheses. I will fix that soon. And YAY MAL ON LOST. Also we should drive Sylvia insane by talking about Monkey Island and Firefly all the time and see how long it takes before she kills everyone in the room.

I do not, however, apologize for my unstoppable hatred of Hamlet.

And Sarah: you know who are the coolest and/or lamest? Lost AND Firefly fans.

And finally, "These Peoples Try To Fade Me" by Coach Z.

I think I'm more apathetic than I'd like to admit.

At 3:40ish:

Teddi: Wow, that was so weird... I set the alarm, but I must have moved the little switch too far, so it didn't go off.
Me: Actually, it did go off.
Teddi: Really? At 3:10?
Me: Well, at 3:08, actually.
Teddi: Why didn't you wake me up?
Me: Figured you'd hear it.
Teddi: Did it stop by itself?
Me: I don't know. I just kind of figured you'd hear it.
Teddi: Well, if I don't wake up and turn it off, come and wake me up.
Me: Nah.

So "Clue" goes on my list of the best movies of all time.

Wadsworth: See? Just like the Mounties, we always get our man.
Mr. Green: Mrs. Peacock was a man?

I suppose you had to be there.

Currently watching Scrubs while babysitting small, adorable child who is, adorably enough, asleep. I rather like Scrubs, and I think I have a lot in common with Dr. Cox, because he is so very, very mean and grouchy and, well, so am I, really. Except I think he's more angry and I'm more of a whiner. It all evens out pretty well.

In other news, that honking coming from outside is driving me crazy and I hope it shuts up.

And Hamlet wants to kill me. Kill me kill me kill me. Well, he can just get in line behind that honking vehicle from outside and... um... whoever else wants to kill me. Maybe you. Maybe someone else, I don't know. As long as there's a line, which means that probably whoever's in the front of the line is sitting and chatting up my secretary. Oh, that just devolved into something I wish I didn't have to take credit for writing.

Ok, I'm going to ignore you now and watch Scrubs now.

I hate Hamlet. I can't help it. I hate Hamlet and I hate Shakespeare, and I don't think he wrote any of it anyway.

Actually, I take it back. Why would he ever claim to have written everything he claimed to have written if he hadn't actually written any of it?

Yes, I am supposed to be writing a Hamlet essay. The only thing preserving my sanity is that a.) I'm not and b.) I'm watching videos on Yahoo! Launch over on the side there. Surprising? Absolutely not, as I've probably posted a dozen posts just like this one in the past year or two.

Someone explain to me why none of my CDs are being read as blank.

Do it now. Grrrrrr.

YES!

Finished "Bride and Prejudice".

I get it now, Connie.

[17:34] eyes: eys
[17:34] eyes: yeS*
[17:34] eyes: yse*
[17:34] eyes: yes*
[17:34] zzan: XD
[17:34] eyes: hah, not my dat
[17:34] eyes: day*
[17:34] eyes: CRAP

[17:35] eyes: well, i hate my frozen fingers
[17:35] zzan: aww gloves?
[17:35] eyes: can't type with them either
[17:35] zzan: hmm
[17:35] zzan: sit on them and type with your face!
[17:35] eyes: yeah, i'll work on that
[17:35] zzan: no don't, that's prolly a bad idea
[17:35] eyes: tooi hnblastrer