So yes, a quick update for October. For Halloween, my office hosts a themed children’s walkthrough event for the kids of company employees. Different groups within ConocoPhillips choose different themes and decorate office spaces. This year our group is doing a *drum roll* super hero theme (and I get to participate huzzah!). So, yes we shall dress as superheroes and hand out candy. I get to be Batgirl! Fitting? Hmm…

Yesterday, instead of helping with decorations, I went home due to the snowy weather. But my time was not entirely wasted, no. I spent my time compiling a Superhero Soundtrack to be played during the walkthrough (the “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” and “Batman” theme songs are amongst my favorites). ^__^

Needless to say, I am super excited about tomorrow.

In other news, well there’s not much other news really. I’ve just been watching “Heroes” and doing interior design for the Hermit Crabs lol.

I also watched the 1st episode of Venture Bros. Season 4, and as anticipated, it is fabulous. But I must not fall prey to Adult Swim’s Enticing, next day airing. I must await the dvd!

Also, Saw custest things ever at The Pet store today. A pile of maybe ten or fifteen tiny, baby bunnehs and two or three of their guinea pig friends all snuggled as close as bunnily possible to keep warm. And when I thought there could be nothing cuter, I turned around and saw a pile of six or so kittens likewise curled in a pile. I did quite well at containing my squee until in his unbelievably adorable sleepiness, one of the kittens fell (cutely) off the little ledge he was sleeping on ^__^ It was absolutely cute overload in there today, how I walked out of there without a tiny bunneh, I do not know.

hmm update not so quick once I got to talkin' about the cuteness...

So, yesh. It’s been three weeks since the dog was neutered. Tomorrow the blasted, fraggin’ ever-loving’ cone comes off, Huzzah! His stitches should’ve come out a week ago but due to much stupidity, I had to wait an extra week.

In other news, I have been geeking out most spectacularly. It started simply enough when my “Deadpool Classic Vol. 1” arrived in the mail after many long, tortuous weeks of waiting. I <3 Deadpool ever so much. So I finished DP vol. 1 and 2 last weekend and am waiting patiently for November when “Deadpool Classic Vol. 3 shall be released (Yay!). If you are only familiar with the “X-men Origins: Wolverine” version of DP, you are truly missing out on loads of sarcasm, crazy, and all around brilliant comic goodness. It makes me totally psyched for the rumored Deadpool movie, that as far as I know, doesn’t even have a director yet :(

My Deadpool Kick led me on the search for Deadpool live journal icons, which in turn led me to the wonderful wonderful world of: ItsJustSomeRandomGuy (http://www.youtube.com/user/ItsJustSomeRandomGuy) and some truly fantastic videos on Youtube such as this one!

I <3 the Ryan Reynolds song (now I find out that you’re wearing someone else’s tights) and the allusion to the existence of Golden Girl slash fic (tee hee)



Lucille!

Ooh and the HP Parody ain’t bad either! (poor pressured Peter Parker, with great power comes great responsibility, haha)



I think the green goblin may just be a new favorite character as seen from the perspective of ItsJustSomeRandomGuy. Especially, in the Happy Hour Videos!

Let’s see I also have been watching the “Back to The Future” movies, I love Doc Brown’s hair so much…

Ooh and I also got my copy of the “Bone One Volume Edition.” by the illustrious Jeff Smith, but I haven’t got a chance to read it all yet. They tell me it is like Disney meets Lord Of The Rings…but whatever, it’s got quiche lovin’ rat creatures, so I’m sold. I can blame the public library for making me buy it, I read the 1st few volumes and was immediately hooked. I hate that whenever I find something good at the library, they are always missing issues, installments, whatever in the middle. I may never finish Samurai Deeper Kyo :(

In other, other news, I have a writing assignment that I have yet to begin for “Creative Writing” six pages of which are due Monday (ACK!). The bad thing is, I used up any remotely decent ideas I had, during the in class warm ups. If anyone could suggest any ideas for short stories, I would be most grateful ^__^

The story can be about most anything, I just can’t think of well, anything lol!

So, yeah

Friday, I took Slick to the vet to be neutered. Everything went fine and all is well, I'm happy to report. However...

He keeps runninng into me with his cone! I have to say, I felt a bit guilty @ first, when I put the cone on him. He just looked so pathetic! Now, I think he's worked out a clever plan for revenge. He walks behind me and runs into the back of my legs with that stoooopid cone. It has been worse recently due to weather. When it is rainy out and thundering and lightening, Slick feels the need to be a mere 5 inches away from me at all times. I should be flattered that he seems to think I can protect him, but really if he runs into me one more time tonight, I locking him in the bathroom! (no not really, stop your call to Peta) I have to say also that the cone itself is a miracle. My dog is an obsessive licker anyway, I can't imagine the trouble he'd cause if he could reach those stitches. My cat Cecil, however loooooves the cone and seems to think that I put it on the dog specifically so that he may rub his chin on it.

My poor pup really does put up with so much abuse.

So, yes this is my weekend to, hopefully, do as I please. I have compiled a nerdrific schedule.

1) The third installment of the “Heir To The Empire” trilogy must be finished. It must I say! Once that is done, I will have to read something completely different. Before this Star Wars Series I had read a Star Trek book, so I think I am done with authorized fan fiction for awhile. I’m thinking of pulling a tragically dusty classic novel of my book shelf or maybe reading another Stephanie Plum novel, but I’ve yet to decide…

2) I fully intend to fill my “slightly cheesy, British Science Fiction Quota” by watching “Torchwood: Children of Earth.” Unintentionally, but nevertheless, the internet has ruined the outcome for me. I know what happens to Ianto Jones t.t

3) I have been for some time contemplated joining the legions of fans who play *drum roll* “World of Warcraft.” Well this weekend, I shall contemplate no longer. I have an enthusiastic co-worker who insists that I give it a whirl, and as such, he has sent me a ten day free trial. So, we’ll see.

In the midst of this smorgasbord of geekiness, I also must find time to be a responsible adult *shudder*

Both the dog and the cats have shots that are due, so I’m going to a shot clinic this Sunday at the civic center. With ALL three of them. Pray for me, I will need prayers to make it through the line. >.<

At some point in all this I also have an assignment due for my online Microeconomics class *sigh*

Anyway, yes. That is the agenda for my geektastic weekend huzah! \O/

So, it has been far too long since I posted cute kitty pics, but at least I have a good reason to do so now.

Earlier,I had my backdoor open with both cats and the dog sitting and staring out of the screen door. I thought nothing of this 'till i looked out the window and saw Cecil outside! One of them created a hole in the screen and all three escaped into the outdoors. Jaguar, not one to let opportunities like this pass by, wasted no time in rolling around and covering himself from head to tail with dirt. Sometimes, owning cats is like babysitting toddlers... I know they are supposedly mature and regal pets, but jeez 'my' cat gets filthy dirty and sits on my furniture and staunchly refuses to groom himself clean. *eyeroll* I happened to have my camera handy so naturally, I photographed the spectacle.

( Filthy, Dirty Kitteh )

There, I hope this fills my kitty pic quota. I hope mister "rugged and dirty" doesn't think he's sleeping with me tonight looking like that...

Ughh I am about sick of cleaning out the shed in back yard. My neighbors and I held a joint yard sale yesterday, and will be doing it again this morning. I know that I will feel better once the shed is finally cleaned and I will once again have access to the shed itself. Unfortunately, it is quite tedious work, made dangerous by the copious amounts of wasps that live in this area. Just yesterday morning I was dive bombed and stung on the arm. My aversion to wasp stings makes me reconsider my half baked dreams of one day keeping bees. As far as I can tell though most bee keepers rarely, if ever get stung. Neil Gaiman is my bee keeping hero.

I have another pet hobby occupying my time that takes precedence over a possible future hive. Green snakes. I must own some. I have been trying hard to do my research and setting aside a little paltry amount of my paycheck to put towards habitat decoration. I have a used slightly damaged 20 gal tank that used to house my sisters iguanas. Unfortunately, from what I can tell, only the rough green snake variety is sold in this area and the rough snakes as opposed to the smooth green snake are by and large arboreal. My tank is 20 gal, but long instead of tall. I don’t know if I could construct a terrarium that is tree-like enough to keep them happy. Unlike the hermit crabs, they don’t seem to have any taxing humidity requirements. Having kept the hermit crabs alive for over a year I am encouraged that even in the colder months I could sustain two snakes.

So…unrelated, I’ve been on a “Nightmare Before Christmas” kick again…complete with obsessive listening of the soundtrack whilst I’m cleaning and driving to work. Which in turn has led me to listening to pretty much anything by Danny Elfman. Mostly from his Oingo Boingo years and snippets from Serenada Schizophrana (www.serenadaschizophrana.com).

My current “to do” list now consist of the following: take most everything not sold in the yard sale to the dump, register for fall classes, and slowly, but surely, create a green snake terrarium. *sigh*

POSSIBLE TRANSFORMERS SPOILERS! Do not read if ya don't wanna know.

So, yes. I finally saw Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen today. I don't want to whine and complain, because it was really a very good movie but...

1) I DID NOT NEED TO SEE JOHN TUTURROS THONG! I mean really. I think I'm scarred >.<

2) I also did not need to see tiny decepticon leg humping. t.t In my mind robots don't really have genitals so humping a hot chicks leg is kinda pointless...

3) I'm shocked at myself, but i really hated the autobot twins. so much so that I was not at all sad when I thought Devastator ate one of them. Frankly, I was hoping the other twin would join him.

4) Also, I'm a little miffed because of all the autobot cursing. I mean it wasn't even good cursing! If there is such a thing...but ya know sometimes there's times when cursing in a certain way at a certain time makes something funnier...not so in this case. Besides I hate to be the prude here but little bitty kids were in the theater, Transformers is hugely marketed towards kids, it just seems weird that the powers that be would put so much iffy content into what's essentially a kids movie...when it didn't really need any cursing (especially from mostly the good guys) or sexual content.

OK now I am ashamed of my complaining...some good things! My main man (er robot) Optimus got to prove some of his awesomeness in some very decent fight scenes. It was kinda sad and sweet though, a small boy started crying pretty loudly when Optimus died, I was like: awww I bet that's how fans felt back in the day when the animated movie 1st came out. I couldn't tell if he cheered when they resurrected him, some people next to me did. Kill Prime permanently? nonsense he's a money maker, it'd be like marvel killing off Wolverine permanently.

I could probably ramble on and on about this movie both complaining and cheering but I think I'd better stop before my nerdiness is exposed any further o.O For the record, I "squeed" only once (a personal achievement) and I refuse to reveal why 8P

Victory! Yes, I have finally finished reading the fabulous webcomic "Insecticomics" or "In Space No One Can Hear Starscream." Whatever the name is...Or at least I caught up on all 600 comics and can now check in on the updates. I reccomend it if you are a fan of Transformers, photo comics of toys, or just general sarcasm. It's cool if you don't get all the Transformers jokes or recognize all the characters to enjoy it (I myself had to hit Wikipedia a couple times XP). There is just too much Transformers meshed into one website, I think you have to be completely immersed in the TF universe to get all the humor. Kickback, however, is delightfully annoying and chock full of sarcasm.

For those brave enough to make the attempt, here is the link. Enjoy (if you dare).

http://www.insecticons.com/

The only sad thing in all this Insecticon glee, is that I could've been watching my glorious, shiny, new dvd collection: "Blue Seed!" (Thank thank thank you Brittany) but nooooo I had to sift thru 75-80 comics a night instead. Besides, Blue seed and Kusanagi deserve my undivided attention. A whole weekend devoted to a good ole' anime from my past. *Sigh* not that it looks like I'll be having that weekend anytime soon. t.t *sniffle*

Miguel is NOT dead!!!

When I came home this evening, I looked in my Hermit Crab cage and to my everlasting glee, I saw a pair of familiar antennas. Yes, it was Miguel, my long lost Hermit Crab. The Fabulous Duo of Tulio Y Miguel remains intact! I could not have asked for a better birthday gift ^__^

In other news:

I have been trained in the ways of CPR and First Aid. We had a class @ work today for First Aid/CPR training. I got a card and everything... o.O

Hopefully, no poor soul will ever find themselves depending on me to render assitancce in a life threatening situation (frankly, I pity the fool...) but the class was pretty awesome all the same.

So, just finished Season 2 of "The Riches." Eddie Izzard of course, is the main reason that I was drawn to this series. That's not to say Minnie Driver is not awesomely awesome as well, but hey it's Eddie... Anyway, I'd gotten into the show last year and liked the way that the story was told. So naturally, because it's a show that I actually enjoy, they canceled it following the Writer's Guild Strike. Which is sad, because the show was getting even better *sigh* just when things were getting extra interesting hmmf.

In other news, I think one of the Hermit Crabs may be dead. I haven't seen him for a few weeks now. I didn't worry @ first 'cause they are nocturnal and there was the possibility that he was molting. So, even though the hermit crab cage is due to be cleaned, I'm too much of a chicken to dig around in there for fear of what I may find... whaa! t.t

So to ease our pain over the loss of Miguel (fear not Tulio is just fine, I know 'cause he's waving at me with his big claw from his terrarium right now. Ok, so he's not "waving" I just like to think that's what he's doing XP)Here's a scene from "The Road to El Dorado" from which the hermies took their names.

Sadly the video quality kinda sucks...I don't get it youtube has the songs in several different languages...but one video full of clips with decent video? nooooooooo



and because this cracked me up...some "Riches" love and chock full of Eddie humor and goodness ^__^

Muwhahahahahahaha! I am on ze internet! Why is this so fantastic you may ponder? Well ponder no longer! This ellicits a good hearty cackle from me because I am on the internet @ home and not @ the public library! Yes, that's right friends, I have now joined those most fortunate individuals. Those who have internet @ home! backstory...

With the funds from this years tax return and some savings I bought my 1st evah computer. This, while no biggy for most people, feels momentous for me. Like an accomplishment. Truth be told, it's a little lame for it to have taken me so long to join the technology age and gotten a computer and internet access. In my defense I've been busy w/other stuff that required mai hard earned monies.

So yes, for the curious, my computer is a thing of loviliness. It is a shiny, blue, Dell laptop . I am fairly certain that it is a girl laptop, and as such, I have decided to name her Eleanor. Surely, I am not the only one who has named her computer (not to mention other inanimate household objects).

More problems with the new Star Trek? Yes, I’m pathetic. I have been mulling over the ramifications of STs Timeline according to the new movie for weeks now.

Pon Far? In the Star Trek episode: “Amok Time” we learn that Vulcans return to their home planet every 7 years when the time comes to mate. With no planet to return to, do Vulcans just die of sexual frustration? That’s unlikely, but as far as procreation goes if your species spawns like salmon, it is probably not a good idea to let someone blow up your planet of origin. Yeah, yeah Young Spock of the new movie was very valiant in saving the few Vulcans he managed to get off the planet, but did he save any women (maybe I just didn’t notice any chicks)? Assuming a few females did survive or were on other planets, would they still need to return to Vulcan to mate? Or perhaps with Vulcan gone they are free of that restraint. Unless there are no more ladies and the point is irrelevant. There goes the last female! (Think the dodos in Ice Age).

Angry male Vulcan survivors: Dude, Spock why didn’t you save us any womens!!!!???
Spock:…o.O ooops.

Aside from Vulcans possibly no longer being able to get it on in a “let’s continue the species” kind of way, the fundamental problem I see with destroying Vulcan is that if there is no Vulcan, then logically Spock dies in the 2nd film …permanently, and Dr. McCoy would have died of insanity caused by housing Spock’s Katra. And let’s face it Kirk probably would’ve let the guilt destroy him…Everyone dies! Except the red shirts who rise up to take their rightful places as “real characters!” lol! Wait a minnut this isn’t a fan fiction… Let us suppose there was a Vulcan survivor who could perform the "Fal-tor-pan" (the ritual to return Spock’s spirit to his body) on another planet somewhere & Spock could still be resurrected, where would the crew have hidden their Klingon bird of prey? Not many planets I wager would take in the exiled crew. Also, if Spock were really most sincerely dead (sung with a munchkin voice) there would be nothing after Star Trek II, because story lines of every other ST film involves Spock being awesome and more or less saving the day.

On slightly more trivial note, the episode: “Journey to Babylon” might never occur. In the episode, Spock’s Dad is an ambassador for Vulcan. Do exploded planets even need ambassadors? I think not. I suppose it is possible that he would still be an emissary of some type for the remainder of his people. Something else significant happens in that episode also though that bothers me. Spock’s dad needs a blood transfusion, which only Spock can provide. It is “my” belief that it was mostly his mother’s coaxing/begging/slapping/emotional blackmail that convinced Spock to give the transfusion. But according to neeeeew ST mommy is dead, and therefore unable to emotionally guilt her offspring into doing the right thing… by the end of the episode Spock and Sarek seem to have patched up their little 18 year old father son spat. I think the rift ‘tween them doesn’t exist now anyway due to the little “I married yer mum ‘cause I loved her (not her cooking ^__^)” chat the two had at the end of the new movie. Jeez time travel is complicated *phew*

If the case is that there are no women and the handful of Vulcans Young Spock saved are all that is left, then the entire race now faces extinction. Surely, Old Spock would not be down with that? Wouldn’t he have done something to fix the timeline? After all it seems illogical for an entire species to be exterminated just so J.J. Abrams can make his (awesome) movie o.O

I now feel like a dork for having typed all that.

So yeah, today is my official one year anniversary @ ConocoPhillips. Technically, that is. I actually work for a temp service that pimps err…contracts workers out to various companies. By way of celebration, a fabulous co-worker bought me Chinese food for lunch! Hooray! I had a happy family meal AND scallops and beef! Life is good.

In other news…You SHOULD NOT read the following if you have not seen the new Star Trek movie yet!

Yes, I went to see Star Trek Friday afternoon after work. Let me start by saying that it was indeed a good movie, and I’d readily recommend it to anyone. All the actors played their parts well and were suitable choices. However (bum bum bum!), I’m still not quite sure how I feel about a particular aspect of the movie. Before I go there, I would also like to say that I swear the movie was directed by a 13 year old boy. I only say that because it was like:

“Oh yes you blew that up, very lovely, yes. Oh I see what you did there little Johnny, big boom very nice. Hey do you think we can get back to the story? What? You need more special effects? Oh all right if you insist…yes, yes I know you have a budget now ha ha. Now maybe we can resume the story telling…oh, oh I see you’re just gonna blow that up too…oh…”

I was actually not all that surprised that the film over compensated with so much gratuitous action, I mean that was to be expected.

The thing that is still bothering me is that the movie isn’t really the back stories of Spock and Kirk as it claimed. I really don’t want to give too much away, but what happens is, bad guys go back in time and screw life up for our heroes. The heroes must defeat this new threat to earth’s existence and so on and so forth blah blah blah. When the movie ends however, history was not set right. The things that the bad guys altered when they came back in time were never fixed. So really, the characters in this movie are characters in an alternate universe and not really the characters that launched a 40 year old franchise back in the sixties. That is my feeling anyway. Now, technically, things that occur in the old television series would not come to pass due to the way the past was messed up. The movie is really about the past histories of Alterna-Spock and Alterna-Kirk. I’m not at all sure I like the direction this movie took. What the heck Kirk?! It’s your duty to repair any damage done by renegade, time traveling, aliens! You fail.

I would like to conclude today’s rant by complaining that my favorite character, Doctor McCoy, did not (in my utterly unfair opinion) receive enough screen time. XP I am only willing to overlook this because the creators distracted me with Leonard Nimoy and his awesomeness.

Yeah, anyway.

Sort of. Actually, since I am not the mother of an impregnated child, I’m really not. However, there is a bird @ my house that’s going to have babehs!!! Let me explain…

Pretty much since it stopped snowing there had been a pair of birds in my front yard. I didn’t know what kind of birds they were, nor had I ever seen that kind of bird before. What made them noticeable is that, when I drove up my driveway, instead of taking flight, they would just run away on their long legs. Well, as weeks passed, I noticed only one bird remained. This bird moved to certain part of my driveway and stayed there. Everyday when I got home I’d see her just hanging out on the gravel. The day before yesterday, I was determined to get pictures so that I could identify her and see what behavioral quirks were causing her to hang around. When I zoomed my camera in to get a good, indentifying pic of her legs I noticed she had 4 little eggs just laying in the gravel! I now know that the bird is called a Killdeer.

And it looks like this!

(note: this is not MY picture, I got this one off photobucket, but this is how my bird looks)

If you’re curious…http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killdeer


Also,the lack of a real nest is apparently normal as well as laying eggs in gravel. Unfortunately, she laid her eggs on my gravel driveway! I can easily avoid them I mean, they are not in super-serious danger but still, I’m a bit paranoid about them. If my neighbor’s cat doesn’t get them the propane man surely will run them over. I had the idea of setting up a perimeter with “caution” tape so hopefully she wouldn’t wind up road kill. The trick is going to be setting up something that won’t scare her and won’t blow away. I’m having trouble deciding what I should do. Fortunately, I don’t get much company, but that doesn’t guarantee the safety of my “adopted” grandchildren.” Hmm…

In other fabulous animal news, a guy at work brought in 7 Boston Terrier puppies for our enjoyment. They are about 5 weeks old and utterly, unbearably, and dare I say it? Squeeably adorable! I think I should go into business for myself, taking therapeutic puppies to businesses.

I have snuggled a puppy (well several akshully), this qualifies as a GOOD day.

On occasion while I’m in Wal-Mart, I amble down the toy aisle, because I’m an adult and can do whatever I want XP

Ever so often, I see things that are awesome and make me wish I was 10 again; at other times I see things that disturb me greatly. Such as when I saw the Dragon Ball Evolution toys before I saw the movie trailer. My first impression of my beloved, favorite character from DBZ Mr. Piccolo was: He looks like the giant, ominous, bodiless head of the Wizard of Oz…in drag (the purple lipstick, the horror…). It was very disappointing indeed. Well, now there’s something nearly as bad, or worse in the little girl’s toys. It is amazing I even noticed, because I never really venture down the Barbie aisle. It was *dramatic pause* Star Trek Barbies from the new movie (bum bum bum)! Having Star Trek on the brain so much of late, I thought I’d imagined it. But no alas, it is real, as real as you or I (and far creepier) Ken as Spock or Kirk, and Barbie as Uhura. If there are more variations in existence, I didn’t see them. I know there was an old school Shatner/Kirk version of Ken back in the day (creepier still), but I wasn’t expecting to see Zachary Quinto in Barbie form...ever...I don’t think I’ll ever think of Sylar in “Heroes” as scary ever again. The illusion is gone. The worst bit, by far is Spock’s hair *giggle* apparently, that is a difficult hairstyle to reproduce on a Ken doll. After the initial shock, giggling, and wtf stare, I got to thinking about Star Trek Barbies more and more. It’s hard to say exactly why this amuses me so much. Captain Kirk, it occurs to me, would love being a Barbie. As we all know Ken is a gigolo, mooching off Barbie, driving "Barbie’s" sports car, braving the great outdoors in "Barbie's" camper, etc. Kirk himself is an intergalactic gigolo, so no real jump there. I can picture the captain just chillin’ in the Barbie Beach House, surrounded by freakishly proportioned (obviously alien) Barbie women.

Oh, the Weirdness one can find in the toy section of Wal-Mart.

Ughh. I dunno. Something was wrong with me all last week. I’d been feeling rather unhappy lately. It wasn’t full depression, but just feeling kinda down and out. Let me be clear. I can easily recognize when dreary and depressing moods come upon me (they’re normally a direct response to the amount of sleep I’ve been having). I do not wait for such moods to manifest; I stage personal interventions and coupes. I am a one woman fight against angst! Sooo when I say I'm feeling down in the dumps, it is less a "go cry emo kid" kind of statement and much more of a "well crap, what am I gonna do about this" kind of statement. My unhappiness is inconvenient sure, but not incurable. My main weapon in the past has been to visit the local feed store and look at the cuteness that is babeh ducklings. When it is not duckling season, I’ve been known to go to the pet store and hold a puppy for a few minutes. These are not wise remedies because goodness knows when the urge to take something home with me will be too strong, and I really don’t need anymore pets…

Eventually, ducklings not being an option, I tried several different strategies for cheer. Eating 6 “Little Debbie” snack cakes, watching Eddie Izzard’s Dress To Kill DVD, listening to the Spamalot Soundtrack twice all the way thru (with multiple repeats of “Look on the Brightside of life”), doodling in a sketchbook (it was sooo lovely just to pick up a pencil again!), and then just for good measure, reading “Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging” by Louise Rennison to name a few. It turned out to be the combination of Eddie Izzard and Spamalot (apparently, I’m experiencing a British deficiency) that brought my happy back up somewhere resembling normal levels.

I think I could be bleeding in a ditch somewhere and Eddie Izzard’s stand up comedy would still cheer me up.
How I would’ve gotten in said ditch and why I would be bleeding I do not know.
Perhaps, I tripped.

I have also been experiencing strangely high levels of social anxiety, especially at work. Sometimes it’s like I forget how to talk to people. More than once I’ve just simply walked away from a conversation when I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Also it’s like everyone is paying waaaay too much attention to me, watching me, scrutinizing my every move (don’t freak out, I’m not quite as paranoid as that sounds). When is that “Interpersonal Communications” class I was required to take gonna kick in? I swear my mother raised me well! I am not quite the nincompoop I appear to be in public! (Or maybe I am…)

The running theory is that I am not socializing enough. I really do know that human interaction is important, but frankly I can’t be bothered

1. I will drink more water
2. I will walk my dog @ least once a day
3. I will play the harmonica if it kills me (which it very well might)
4. I will learn to knit (because otherwise, what a waste of 10 bucks)
5. I will learn to use my sewing machine properly (otherwise, what a waste of way more than 10 bucks)
6. I will partake in human interaction @ least twice a week outside of work (twice a week is fine, no sense making unreasonable requests of myself)
7. I will read a book outside of the Stephanie Plum series and not from the young adults section of the library
8. I will clean the litter boxes BEFORE the cats start staging protests outside of the bathroom (well they would, if they had the thumbs to hold the picket signs).

Guess what I did this weekend? I got to watch my neighbor’s babeh chicks! That’s right be jealous. To my credit, I neither named nor stole a single chick in their absence. The temptation was strong, I should be congratulated. Baby chicks are extremely soothing. Don’t believe me? Stop by a feed store on an off day and see if you are not cheered up by their adorable, fluffy ways. I sadly, am self banned from the local feed stores this time of year for fear I will bring home ducklings and bunnies.
In other animal news, I got a new fish this weekend. She is the “fish who must not be named.” Firstly, this is not some obscure, ominous, Voldemort-esque type reference, I really cannot name her yet. She is a guinea-fish her purpose is to “test the waters” of my new fish tank (see what I did there? Pun intended XP) to make sure it is suitable for Stephan “The Wonder Fish.” It is looking promising, she survived the night @ least. Secondly, “the fish who must not be named” must not be named because I’m worried I will grow attached to her and feel great sorrow in the event that Stephan eats her. Sadly, it would not be that unusual for her to get eaten by Stephan. He is ginormous by common goldfish standards. All the goldfish advice out there suggests keeping fish of relatively the same size together. No easy feat when your fish is nearly 4 years old! Where am I supposed to find a four year old goldfish?! It’s not like there are used pet stores! I have yet to see this sign posted outside of a shop: “Slightly used, second hand goldfish for sale, inquire within."

So, I have recently been informed that Gene Roddenberry could not “turn over in his grave.” He was not only cremated, he was poured into a lipstick case sized capsule and launched into space (I can’t make crap like that up!). Anyway, lacking the ability to “turn over” what does an animated corpse do that has been cremated? I see. This could be why you don’t get a lot of zombie ashes in the horror flicks. A pile of grey dust lacks the ability to adequately intimidate and strike fear into hearts. Don’t know why, but the idea of “zombie dust” amuses me immensely. So, what would an angry, affronted Gene do? Only some of him got rocketed into space (and burnt crispy btw) some still remains on earth to be rocketed up with the ashes of his wife (STILL not making this up!). Could re-animated ashes “swirl in their urn” as opposed to “turnover in their grave?” I suppose instead of eating brains and scaring small children and puppies, zombie ashes could…flutter into someone’s eye? ughh, be blown into your mouth by the wind and therefore 'cause you to choke? ooh ooh or maybe settle lightly upon furniture causing extra housework? hmmm...

Yeah I chose Venture Bros over Star Trek. Now I have to watch it again with commentary ('cause I'm lame like that). Somewhere in the recesses of my fertile imagination Gene Roddenberry is turning over in his grave. Not only is he turning over, he is clawing his way to the surface, confronting me in public, and spitting on my shoe for the unintended insult (I warned you, fertile imagination) Sorry Gene. Elsewhere, in the general vicinity of Mr. Roddenberry, Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick can now do a dance of triumph. The kind that implies that they totally pwn Star Trek with their awesomeness.

or not...