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At the moment...
Standing in the middle of Bond street and Carnaby street waiting for all the Queerness to stroll by.

Current Mood: cynical

wow it's late.
i have been painting my bathroom blue. i started kind of late on that though, and the time just flew by.
i could probably even work on it some more, but i need to sleep because i have two massages to do tomorrow afternoon. and i really want to get it done tomorrow. it already looks so much better. maybe i will take a picture of it and post when it is finished.

well, both my chair and sofa sold today and are gone.
that was fast. i got $230 for both of them.
i think we should have asked more, but my mom said no one would be interested if the price was too high.
anyway, i am going to put that money back in savings to help cover the cost of the new stuff.
i am excited, new furniture will arrive sometime on sunday
and then my kids that night!
i have to get some stuff from the store tomorrow for their surprise "welcome back home" party
i hope they enjoy that :)

Fuckin' thing SUCKS!

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This is Stu's butt. Clearly he has a hot ass.

It's Friday... (udpated)
The end of the work week is here and it warms the cackles of my heart to know that most of you will still be in work for at least another six hours after I go home. Yeah sure I'm here at work now, but you're asleep and can't possibly be smirking at me as you enjoy a few more hours of sleep. (God bless the international date line.) Although most of you may be able to stick it to me as your work load is dramatically lessened in anticipation of the warm glow of our Nation's phosphorous spirit to be on display long after I've gone to bed myself.

I'm thinking of mustering up some support from my fellow co-workers in a protest, and force the UK office to observe this day and remember how we Yanks rightly gave the old King a boxing on the nose. I'm thinking of confiscating all the tea in the office and reenacting the Boston Tea Party out in the office park lake; "No Taxation with out Representation!" will be replaced with "Let me have the day off!"

I doubt my movement will find much traction though. So I'll just sit here and dutifully do my job. Poop. Although Alex did come over and we hit the Brits where it hurts, Toast. We took several pieces out and tossed them in the lake... although it did little to help fuel our feeling of Independence, the fish were happy.

In other news. Yesterday I thought I had the skin of a pop corn kernel stuck under the fold of my tongue where it connects to my jaw. I spent all day trying to dig it out, bread, coffee straws, pressure wash, gum... nothing relieved me for this ubiquitous annoyance (Just for you,

xkot simply because I couldn't figure out how to apply plethora to the thought). Last night as I was lying in bed I manged to force four or five fingers into my mouth where they were met with my wylie tongue who had no interest in these foreign interlopers. In the end my digits won out and pinned their wet cousin and I found that it wasn't what I thought and was in fact an irritated little patch of skin that I had only managed to antagonize even more through out the day. So after forcing my reflexive nature to relent I managed to drift off to sleep. Its much better this morning. I'm aware of its presence but I'm ignoring it to the best of my ability.

Also, yesterday I realized about half way through the day I was wearing the most unflattering shirt possible. It looked like a maternity gown on me. :(

Current Mood: busy

Hancock... (possible Spoilers)
Is thankfully not your typical Super Hero movie. At the same time its far from being perfect and at times seems to try and burst from its own seams in every direction. Yet like just about any Wil Smith movie there is a definitive anchor that you find yourself drawn to, Wil Smith. Even when he's being a complete asshole (which for Hancock is a big red button word) he's charming and funny and you sort of cheer him on. In this yarn of super human feats Hancock is a bum, the ultimate Bum really. Spending most of his days drunk he sometimes finds himself coming to the city's aid as their unofficial and often unwanted Super Hero. And lets face it the guy, as you've seen played up in the trailers, is a whirlwind of insurance pay outs when it comes to his brand of justice. But fate would have him cross paths with a fledgling PR Rep, Ray Embrey, who finds himself wanting to help Hancock improve his public image when the unloved hero saves him from a date with a freight train.

And yes Fate plays a big part of this film as it slowly reveals just who Hancock is and what he possibly might be. This is where the movie is going to loose people because not only does it not lay out his origins with real specifics the movie itself makes a huge gear change. It goes from the humors antics of Hancock to a self reflection and discovery kind of film. Also the last twenty minutes seems to be shot by a completely different director, or the budget ran out, or the director of photography started downing mushrooms by the bushel load.

While it has its rough patches it's still a fun and enjoyable film. Wil Smith plays up Hancock equally as a self indulgent drunk with a misplaced heart and a hero trying to prove that he's capable of what the public wants from him even if he's unsure of who he is. Jason Bateman who is just on a come back roll is equally enjoyable, some times stealing complete scenes from Smith with but a one of two word line perfectly delivered. Theron isn't so lucky as she's thrown on to the screen as a plot point to Smith's personal discovery, but she's no chump and what little she has to work with she does well with, even more so when certain things come to light in the third act. So if you like cheering on Wil Smith, and are a comic book fan who would like to see just how an everyman would be a super hero I suggest a visit to your local cinema.

Current Mood: complacent

here i am ..

i just bought a new sofa and chair
they are so comeoetable :)
and they look verry nice too... sofa is red, oh how i love the red furnitures

i am looking to sell my current sofa and chair now, don't know what we will do with them since my new stuff is being delivered on sunday :\

you people should come over and sit on my new furniture
just don't spill anything on it!

Second date... no tongue.
I love Helloby, and I love Inside the Actors Studio;

SQUUUUEEEEE

Current Mood: happy

The Great Big Sticky!
As most of you who know me personally can attest to, I have a hearing problem. No I'm not deaf or anything, I may have some trouble hearing out of one ear, but my true hearing problem lies in my brains odd way of parsing information thrown at it. Often I hear something completely different from what was being said. Not sure why but I've been doing it for quite some time. A friend of mine had a similar issue and she decided to start writing down what she heard and what was really said and kept it in a note book. We had many laughs going through it, as well as adding to it. I think its time I start cataloging some of my own.

July, 2nd 2008

Heard: "You're now the Offical Ass."
Said: "You're not refreshing fast enough."

Stay tuned for more of many more true stories of my impeccable listening skills.

Current Mood: giggly

It is a stately desk...
I learned something when I moved to the UK, no matter where I go I'm tall. Most office furniture is built to meet some "average" height and build of those it is destined to be used by. I don't fall within those parameters. Since February I've found myself hunched over my desk at work because well the desk was so low. People around me would throw out the very unhelpful; "Drop your seat lower." Well then my knees would sit above my hips. I'm not sure how many of you suffer from the same issue but I can tell you having your knees elevated above your hips for any length of time tends to lead to cramps, numbness, or just plain old soreness.

The other day, sadly, a co-worker relinquished his desk and it turned out that it is one of the few that can be height adjusted. So sheepishly, in memory of my co-worker, I asked if I might take possession of the desk. Today I'm happy to report that I'm sitting pretty. It's amazing what two or three extra inches can do to make you happy. :P

On the health front I got home last night and took one of my Zyrtec and some cold meds. I also made use of the Neti-pot. Sadly I can't say with certainty as to whether I'm suffering from allergens or an actual cold. The Neti-pot helped, but wasn't any amazing cure all of any kind. Cant' say the Zyrtec did anything wondrous either. The morning when I work up I started the whole regime again and I have to say I'm doing better than I was yesterday. But the wind is down and its damp outside so if its allergen based I just may not be receiving the brute attack I was yesterday.

We had hoped to catch a showing of Wanted last night after work, but sadly I got stuck on a nasty issue last night just before work ended and then the trains were having problems as well. I had my first; "They are trespassers on the tracks ahead. We'll hold here." At first I was of the mind; trespassers be damned! If you're playing on the tracks then your life is forfeit. But then logic set in and one would have to wonder if said trespassers might actually be saboteurs. Then I was okay with waiting for them to check things as I preferred not to spend the evening in the mangled wreckage of a train.

So we went without on the movie front and instead enjoyed quite evening home filled with, figuratively, Chicken Tikki Marsala, and not so figuratively, Smash Bros Brawl. I've fallen in love with Kirby (see picture). He's cute, quick, and when played correctly he can be quite deadly. Alex and I play a few rounds a night as we slowly unlock all the challenges. Last night we tried to power through 20 brawls using Donkey Kong, and well we gave up. He's a horrible character and I couldn't stand playing him. But we did manage to unlock a new Pokeman character after using the custom battle stages ten times.

We had quasi plans to see Hancock tonight after work, but we're not sure if its going to happen. Alex had to head out of town this morning to see a client based north of London. He's just informed me via a text that the train has broken down. He also has to return to work late this evening to take care of a unplanned issue that has cropped up. I too have to go out to our new Data Center for an Office Get Together, so we'll both most likely be feeling less than energetic.

Current Mood: productive

LMFO
Let me find out that some people I might know are checking my flickr and livejournal accounts... No really, let me...

Current Mood: clearly
Current Music: Lil Wayne - I'ma Ball

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Pancake just did a cap!

I swear...
I would kill a man for some Chicken Express right about now.

We've got Pride, how about you...
This morning as we shuffled about the house preparing for work I saw Alex perusing his Friends list. I noticed, as I have in my own friends list, numerous photos capturing the spirit of Pride as it rips across the globe. Without thinking I stated;

"Man, everyone is just going with the Pride pictures these days."

"You know why right," Alex inquired.

Not knowing myself, and feeling somewhat sheepish about it to say the least I quickly put my mind to work sorting out important sounding historical Gay events. Like a big spinning wheel on a game show it slowly came to rest on; "The Stonewall Riots..." I said somewhat unsure.

Alex just rolled his eyes at me. I'm a bad "Gay". As a punishment this made Alex look up London Pride, which is this Saturday and it looks like we're going. I hope my head doesn't explode while we're there.

In other news. Ciara survived her first day all by herself in the house. There was just one accident, a little accident near the door. Sadly the puddle included one of my up turned shoes. I arrived home later than Alex so I found my shoe just laying haphazardly out in the garden, discarded in disgust or something. No harm though. The shoe had dried and a little Oust took care of odors and such.

It also seems I'm sick yet again. I guess that's something of a falsehood, as I've never actually recovered from the last bout. I've continued to suffer from a runny nose and chest congestion. It seems a lot like hay fever really. I'm often sneezing and my eyes are watering. I find it annoying as I've never had issue with it in the past.

Beyond that we have friends coming into town shortly in the middle of July as they make their way back to the US from a trip around Europe. We're looking forward to it. It'll be a short visit but fun to have people from the old stomping grounds about.

Time to work.

Current Mood: crappy

amusing X)
"Titles of Harry Potter Fanfics We'd Rather Not Read"

Current Mood: amused

One more reason I'm a horrible person.
Because I can't stop laughing at this.

Irritating.
So...

Apparently, I can either take claritin and have no allergies or itchies, but be unable to sleep.

Or I can be itchy, but awake.

GO LIFE.

Violent mood!
So today, every time I pass by a coworker I don't like (which is most of them), I have the urge to give them a Diamond Cutter. Not only would this sooth my burning rage a bit, but it would also be freakin' hilarious. Le sigh. If only the real world worked like wrestling in very specific instances.

Smell ya later. Get a job.

Current Mood: Feel! The! BANG!
Current Music: Evil is Only Skin Deep - Zorak & DDP

The new indiana jones movie has given us a new meme
Old and busted: "Jumped the shark."
New hotness: "nuked the fridge."

Two weddings down, one to go.
Javier and Krystal's wedding went off on Friday. It was a nice Catholic wedding in a big church. The ceremony was long and laced with symbolism and tradition (as Catholic services tend to be).

Recent tradition mandates that we all gather at Robby's parent's house at least once and cook various dead animal products. Javier said he might "stop by later", but we weren't holding out breath (I'd be willing to bet any sum of money that they didn't even leave their apartment yesterday! I mean games of Catholic Bingo can be tiring).

I had talked to a couple other people over the course of the weekend about the wedding and life, and each time it casually came out that I had known the groom since high school and we were still good friends. Then the conversation would turn to the others who I'm also still friends with. People seem struck by the fact that we're all still friends after almost 15 years (20+ with Colin and Mike). Is that such a strange thing?

Last night, Irene made a comment that she felt stupid sitting in a room with all of us. It made me feel strangely grateful: I've got some freaking smart good friends that I've known for over a decade each. How many people can say that? Now there are weddings and celebrations to share. Soon enough baby pictures will be exchanged.

So there were we last night, an intimate gathering of 8 friends all now merrily walking down their respective paths of life. A mixture of some new, and some not so new. Talking about this that and the other.

I'm not really sure where this blog was going or what I'm trying to say here.

She's cute, and tiny...
... but ever so deadly. When it comes time for bed Ciara doesn't like to walk all the way around the perimeter of the bed to follow Alex who is actively trying to persuade her to hop up. Instead she lunges up from the floor on my side of the bed where I'm oblivious to the going ons around me as I'm nose deep in a book. All 16 pounds of her lands squarely on my junk. To be even more precise, as if some kind of laser guided ordnance, she manages to deposit all of her weight on just one of my testis before proceeding with a full on Billy Elliot number as she rebounds away. Alex laughs in only the way a loved one can laugh at their partner rolling about in pain. Ciara thinks of course we're playing. She later repeats the same onslaught to my chest.

Current Mood: bored

Portal...
Half the fun isn't even playing it. Instead sitting idly near by surfing the web while the boy toy plays it often reveals a lot of dialoge I never even heard during the multiple times I played it.

Current Mood: accomplished

awwwwww darn :(
i just got a call from the school where i was going to take my massage therapist instructor course... they didn't have enough people sign up to take the class this round. so i told them just to keep my deposit for when they reschedule the course... hopefully it will be soon. and on a monday.
damn :(

Okay, so there are one or two friends around here that I'm going to miss. Sigh.

Update on the previous post: after a brief period of listening only to silence or ambient music, during which my productivity indeed seemed to improve, I have relapsed into listening to music constantly. I have a difficult time feeling guilty about this, but it's interesting to realize that I seem to be legitimately addicted.

I will indeed be moving to Florida--the day after tomorrow, and I haven't even begun packing my things or cleaning up my apartment. Par for the course when you're me.

madeupwordhere is my lovedoll, and I love her.

Current Mood: content
Current Music: Death Cab For Cutie - Blacking Out The Friction