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iPod meme

26 08 2008

A few days ago, over at licensedtoblog, the following meme was posted and now that iPod#2 is loaded up, let’s play along.

If someone new were in your car, what song on your player would you be quickest to skip out of embarrassment:
Hmmmm, I think I’ll have to go with Information Society’s “Baby Just Wants”.  It was cool the first 400 times I played it and now, not so good.  There is also Britney Spears hidden on the pod too.

What song or songs is/are most “atypical” on your player?
Seeing as I pretty much like EVERYTHING, it’s hard to pick “atypical” ones.  I’ll go with some artist choices that tend to elicit a “baroo?”: Bob Marley (“Legend”), Danni Mingoue, Johnny Cash, Sia, Nitzer Ebb

What song(s) on your player turns you on?
nin “Dicipline” and/or “Sin”, Deftones “Be Quiet and Drive”, Starkillers “Discoteka”, pretty much anything by Prince

If you wanted to get a member of the opposite sex in the mood, what song would you program to come on when they are in the car?
“Animals” by Pink Floyd.  It’s the only Floyd on my pod and he’s a Floyd Fan.  Idealily, wait for it…. nin.

What is the longest song on your player?
“Manta” by Tea Party…

What do you think is the silliest song on your player?
Silliest?  Probably “Back that Ass Up” or “Holla Back”

What did you most recently add to your player?
Johnny Cash, Blue Oyster Cult

What did you most recently delete?
Errr, I can’t recall really.

What is your favorite song on your player that is from a movie?
“Perfect Drug”.  Not because I’m obsessed or anything, it’s because I don’t have a lot of soundtracks loaded.

Is there a song on your player that is only there for someone else’s benefit?
Pretty much anything by Pink Floyd.  Not that I don’t like them, but pod comes gymming with me.  And I know Steve would hijack my player.

What song or artist do you find yourself skipping most frequently and therefore should probably delete?
I’m thinking I should just make playlists for locations.  Gett Off+Office=red face.  Sia+gym=sleepy.

Without cheating, what are the first 10 songs on shuffle?
“Lotion” Deftones
“Survivalism” nin
“Gift Shop” Tragically Hip
“That’s what I Get” nin
“Closer” nin
“The Becoming” nin
“James Brown is Dead [7″ version]” L.A. Style
“Guess Things Happen That Way” Johnny Cash
“The Beautiful People” Marilyn Manson
“Polly” Niravan, unplugged
“Good Night” Beatles

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Adventures with Homeless Man: Cupcake Factory

25 08 2008

A few months ago, a, well, a vagrant came into the office looking for a job.
I humored him with an application to avoid falling into the whole discrimination thing.

It’s my first day back and who comes stumbling in, but Homeless Man.  (I do not know if he really is homeless or not, but he smells and looks the part).
Homeless Man: You got my application?
me: It’s on file, yes.
HM: I’m really anxious for this job.
me: The owner has your application and I do not know if he’s even  hiring.
HM: I need this job… (mumbling) welfare, kids…
me: I am not in charge of hiring but your application is on file.
HM: Well, can I get a cup of coffee then?
me, lying: We don’t have coffee up here[in the office].
HM: Well, how ’bout a cupcake?
me, taken aback: We don’t have cupcakes either.
HM: Change?  How about some spare change?
me: No.

Okay, so, why did I lie about the coffee thing?  I had a feeling that if I caved and gave him coffee, he’d be back everyday, stinking up the place, expecting coffee.

Cupcakes?  Really?


24 08 2008

Yes, I know I just got back from vacation/holiday.
However, Friday morning, we re-packed and eight of us caravaned to sunny Cleveland Ohio because I had a very important date with Trent Reznor (not a pseudonym).

Now granted, I’ve had a crush on this man since 1988.  For real.
He’s hot like this (circa late 90’s)

However, sobriety does a body good and, well, yeah.

Teh Hottness.

being an arm girl myself, well,  yeah….  ‘cuse me for a few.

Okay, right, got that taken care of.

Anyway, the show was PHENOMENAL.
Visually stimulating (light-show-wise) and I didn’t want it to end.  They played something like 32 songs (granted, one of those was like a prelude and four of them were instrumental).
Oh, and when he sings this song, Dicipline, he’s totally singing it to me.  It’s my jam yo.
Am I still tough enough?
Feels like I’m wearing down
Is my visciousness
Losing ground?
Am I taking too much?
Did I cross a line?
I need my role in this
Very clearly defined
I need your discipline
I need your help
I need your discipline
You know once I start I cannot help myself
And now it’s starting up
Feels like I’m losing touch
Nothing matters to me
Nothing matters as much
I see you left a mark
Up and down my skin
I don’t know where I end
And where you begin
I need your discipline
I need your help
I need your discipline
You know once I start I cannot help myself
Once I start I cannot stop myself

Oh, see, Goth Old Stephanie makes a guest appearance and well, yeah.

So many, many beers later, we order pizza (green peppers and sausage for the ladies, “belly buster” for the gents) and contemplate ordering “Lots of Filthy Sex” from pay-per-view.

Second Verse, Same as the First
Saturday morning we drive back home (three hours), have a sammich and then go to Buffalo Brewfest.
Brewfest is where a whole crapload of local/area breweries come together and serve their wares in three ounce servings.
Last year, I threw up.
The year before, I threw up.
This year, I was designated driver.  I enjoyed a lot of bottled water.
The drinkers did not enjoy the fest this year as it was a new venue and was WAY oversold.
So we split.

Second Verse, Same as the First
We come home, pick up Bailey and head to our friends house where the men play volleyball and Melissa and I have interm-Catty-Thursday.
Melissa, British Import and I start a bonfire.
Steve is driving home and I look at the clock.  It’s 11pm and we were the last two to leave.
Getting old is lame sometimes.

Dude, can I tell you, I am more tired after this week of vacation then from the regular grind.

This Must be Just like Living in “Paradise”

21 08 2008

Round ’bout this time last year, we went to Jamaica. After much research (on my part, natch) I picked the best resort within our price range. We go to check-in and the clerk tells us that the hotel is undergoing renovations and they’ll put us up at their sister resort next door. Not only did they upgrade out room, they also gave us a free 4-night stay at another Caribbean resort within a year; we just need to shell out (ha!) airfare and transfers.


So we chose to go to The Bahamas. Rather, The Bahamas had the lowest airfare.
The above and below photos would be the view from our balcony of our room.

Oh, and you know that hotel, Atlantis, that the TV keeps pushing?
It was right next door.

For serious!
In fact, according to our vegetarian cab driver, Atlantis wanted to buy Riu (our resort) and Riu said no.
Had that gone through, Atlantis would have owned a LARGE chunk of Paradise Island.
(The pink building, the one that’s closest, is part of Atlantis. You may recognize the crazy huge towers further back.)
Please note the location of the towers… you’ll need this soon.

Saturday was our check-in and Saturday night, Faye/Mother Nature decided to make herself known.

Lighting, crashing thunder, crazy rain… Thank goodness the bar was still open.
Sunday though, everything pretty much cleared up.

We hit the ocean and the pool for the afternoon and we found out that Steve’s swim trunks can hold a lot sand.

The little jug next to the sand is a 1 pint jug I carry for water in airports.
Seeing as Atlantis was so close, we headed over to see what all the hub-bub was about.

Oh, that, it’s the dining area sub-set from the main-check in desk.
A freaking aquarium. In the lobby.

Those are two huge stingrays. HUGE. And there were sharks and stingrays and freakishly large fish.
Back over at out hotel, walked the beach and saw a real-life-wild stingray.

Sunday night we enjoyed one of the specialty restaurants.
Good thing the bars were still open after dinner.

Monday we hit Nassau (a 15 minute boatride across the way)

That would be the Parliament Building as Nassau is The Capital of The Bahamas.
When cruiseships come into the area, they park(?) in Nassau. There are about 100 jewelry shops in the area, a number of high-end fashion stores (Vercase, Bvugia, Fendi, john Bull, etc.) and a number of duty-free liquor stores.
We opted for the cash-and-carry method of purchases.

(“Captain Vinnie’s Hide Away, Bahamian Tings”)
This um, bar/cafe was in an alley, between two shopping plazas and they lured us in with their three dollar Kalik beer.
Kalik is the national beer of The Bahamas and it is awesome. In the airport, I had two Kalik Golds and I promptly forgot my name and started to get paranoid that I would be thrown off the plane.
After spending the afternoon trying to haggle with the vendors in The Straw Market (sidenote: if you want knock-off purses, this is THE place to go) despite not planning ahead and brining more cash along… we head back to our island.

And the bars were still open.

Tuesday we had plans to go to Ardastra Gardens, however, Faye/Mother Nature had other plans.
Remember how you saw Atlantis, the big towers, in the earlier photo?

Right, that’s not fog. That’s rain. Yes, rain.
Deciding to wait things out, we went to the bar. Which was open.
Around mid-morning, the rain let up and we decided that we wouldn’t be able to make it to Ardastra Garden. Instead, we decided to go to the French Cloisters, which was like a twenty minute walk from the resort.
In 90+degree heat. And 100% humidity. Funny thing was, it didn’t effect me like it does here.
Anyway, here is a statue at the cloister and she’s a bit too haunting to not photograph.

We walked around, crashed a tour group where we learned that Robert DeNiro owns the other third of the gardens as well as a restaurant in Atlantis and some of “The One and Only Beach Club”.

Tuesday night, our last night, we enjoyed the Japanese restaurant. Steve learned to use chopsticks, I ate a tray of sushi, sashimi, shrimp and lychees.

Wednesday, we had to leave and with two more double rum pina colodas under our belts, we headed to the airport.
Two Kalik Golds and multiple flight delays later, we arrived home to a very needy kitty and a number of dust bunnies.

Ah, home sweet home.


21 08 2008

I have to get photos devolved, er printed, and buy some bridal shower gifts for my cousin-in-laws shower, which I will be missing due to having a date with one of my “five freebies”, Mister Trent Reznor.

In the mean time, ol’lappy here is about to take a major crap into blue-screen-of-death.

Right, so we’re safe, we’re back.