Wednesday, September 30, 2009

theraflu-induced randomness.

1) Mixed Berry with green tea and menthol Theraflu is more awful than normal Theraflu. I know, I know, I didn't think it was possible either. but trust me. Homeland Security, I got your new interrogation method right here.

2) I hate it when you're sick, so you take a sick day* at work, and then you wake up and you feel way better at noon-ish, so you think yeah, hey, awesome, I'll be back at work tomorrow, and then at 1500 suddenly you're back to sinus migrane of DEATH and taking the fucking recycling down and checking the mail makes you collapse back on the couch in exhaustion, and then you have to call in to work again for another sick day and you can feel the " it swine flu?" that's unasked and to make matters worse...'s time for more Mixed Berry Theraflu.

3) being mostly-catatonic has, though, given me a great gift: I finally got around to watching Glee.

seriously, the hours I spent going "meh, not so interested" are hours that I regret. deeply. I was never in a glee club (did Wayzata even have one?) but musical theatre is something I was raised on. you know in shows when people randomly break out in song? it took me an embarassingly long time to realize that normal people's parents don't sing phrases from musical of various obscurity in most situations. if no one else watches this show, my parents have to. the only downside to this is that I can't watch it with The Boy without sending him running for the hills.
(also, I've received the inability to type correctly. sheesh. dextromethorphan HBr and phenylephrine HCl and acetaminophen aren't altering drugs (besides, you know, sleepy-time), but you wouldn't know it by my typing skills)

4) New Dexter spot: artful cinematography paired with what song? Under Pressure.

this is why I love that show.


6) Things Mawit Saw At Folsom:

Rainbow Brite (so not kidding.)
Guy Wearing a Snake (...only a snake.)
Guy Wearing a Hijab (...only a hijab.)
some really bad corsetry
some really good corsetry
lots of leather (well, duh.)
lots of nudity (also, duh.)
several small children (so not duh. really? yes, I understand, america is a little overly puritanical (ok, a lot) in some regards but...bob ditter says no!)
but the best thing was the XKCD tshirt on the guy wearing an interesting pair of pants.

7) the designers of the Breeze litterbox deserve sainthood. no kidding. by all rights should be stinkier than the lidded boxes we had been using (since they're open to the air) and granted, when Raz (who nearly got renamed Gollum/Smeagol) decides to leave us a present it's biohazard-worthy, but he actually usually succeeds in burying it and then we scoop it out (cause we don't have to fight with a lid and just scoop and dump) and then hey presto no stinky. and the pee goes down into a chuk and you don't change that for a week and it magically doesn't stink. Best. Litterbox. Ever.

8) I love Neil Patrick Harris.

9) Tsunami Watches are pretty boring, actually, which makes me sad that more people are talking about tsunami watch in the east bay than actual tsunami-earthquake-utter-destruction in Samoa.

10) Jayne is currently stalking an invisible critter that had damn well better not be a moth, because...well, it just better not be one.

11) every time I watch NCIS:LA I think of Katy because it's Chris O'Donnell. and good show, but...what's with the Incredibles lady?

12) Braid is an awesome game. if you've got an Xbox, you should buy Braid. so worth it. although if you play it for too long your brain goes splerkutyblip.

"when you're older, you'll find that will be a gift."



Watch it.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

best fucking wednesday EVER.

and it totally started out in The Pit...of Despaaaaaair, too, which makes it all the better.

the marmot gets essentially no sleep. Gets to work. boo, work. mawit tired. marit messed up proportions on coffee manufacturing in the morning. mawit sad. mawit gets coffee. things looking up. two calls down...then three...four...five. We're on our way to our sixth call and we drive past the Fox Theatre.

What's on the sign? Sep 23 Rodrigo y Gabriela.

what. WHAT. WHAAAT. mawit thinks "Dammit! I missed them AGAIN! WAIT! 23!!! 23 is TODAY!" grab phone. text mom to beg for info on concert start/price/etc.

starts at 8pm. tickets still available, 35 bucks. HELL. YES. text The Boy: hey remember rod y gab, want to go tonight?"

The Boy gets tickets with four minutes remaining. HELL. YES.

then, enter Murphy. we're delayed at our seventh call. dispatch has given us an eighth call, too, with a 5:30 pickup. PICKUP. mawit flips the fuck out. partner shakes head at mawit. of course we're gonna get a late call. we always get late calls. no, dispatch can't make it go away magically no matter how much you beg them.
mawit still flipping the fuck out because suddenly the great glimmer of hope that today wasn't going to totally suck is being eclipsed by yawning pit of despair.

on last leg of last call partner says something about bart and rides and mawit doesn't get it (because logic while flipping the fuck out? notsomuch.) the Boy calls. what's the deal? The Sainted Partner lays out the plan: The Boy meets mawit at work. The Boy and Mawit drive their car to BART. partner follows. we park our car at BART, hop in partner's car. partner drives us to theatre. (opposite direction of partner's home.)

cleared last call around 7:10. was at theatre by 7:45.

concert = win.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Saturday, September 19, 2009

A Faerie Imp Trolly

OH lord, I did NOT need to find this on a day when I'm trying to pretend I don't have to do anything but secretly ( have waaaay too much stuff to do.

A Feral Item Pylori
Premarital Life Yo
Premarital Leif Yo
Paella Ire Mortify

I think this one's my Pirate Name of the day (it being Talk Like A Pirate Day):
Parlay Foe Limiter

you can apparently make lots of naughty anagrams with my full name.

and I want this shirt.

dresden FTW!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

morngryn fortjener deng.

or, crappy mornings deserve punishment. although combating crappy mornings with Queen is more like a

GOD I love that riff.

and you can't not love that song.

fried chicken!

and, because it's me, and we all know my neuroses (thanks MOM) (nah, just kidding, I like this particular neurosis.)

oh yeah. I think we should replace the statue of liberty with a giant statue of freddie mercury like the one that's in montreaux. colossus of rhodes style.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

chick-en. good!

otherwise known as...comic day!

Good, good book!
what's it about?
everything under the sun! did you know for example that alcohol is a waste product? all alcohol is made of small organisms that eat sugar and crap alcohol!
good, good book!

oh, xkcd. how is it that you almost perfectly understand my brain?

why does metal feel colder to the touch then wood when they're both outside?
they have different abilities to hold warmth. metal, being colder than your skin, transfers heat faster away from your hand and feels very cold to touch. wood is a bad heat transferer, and takes longer to steal your warmth. that's why it feels warmer to touch!
don't you believe me? she doesn't believe me! it's true!
wolf, wolf...
Study again? Pff! If I could go to Hogwarts as Harry Potter and learned magic, I'd have applied there! I would have been able to learn to fly and such! -But to sit still and learn boring things and not be able to glue anyone to their chairs because you're over 20? No thanks! I can't imagine going back to school again. I am after all a grownup.

did you read...
don't you think...
hush, you!
seriously. shut up.
I just...
if you force me to discuss the news in these days, you have to pay for my therapy afterwards.

did you know that KISS have made KISS-coffins?
eeeew...Do you know what kind of coffin you want?
Cyan, now...
morbid subject, sorry.
it's not that. I just thought it was obvious. I want a treasure chest, of course.
of course.

(lik = corpse, kiste = chest, skatte = treasure, so coffin = corpse chest, see?)

you musn't say I'm sorry all the time.
I'm sorry.
I mean it! it takes a lot of courage to ask for forgiveness when you've done something wrong, but it's self-deprecating to say it too much!
I'm s- Shaddup.
wise girl.
With ninjalike invisiblity she sneaks herself gradually closer...her sleeping target notices nothing.

Ow. What's this? today's newspaper? aha. I must have bought it on the way home. But what is this? Toast in the newspaper? aha. I must have made it. What's this now? there's been a robbery at a Burger King? ...aha...

What happened?
I heard sounds and my imagination ran away from's easy to see things when you're in the woods. ...but it was only a guy who wanted to try to rob us. I kicked him in the balls and took his knife. he's not coming back.
...what were you afraid it would be?
the purple teletubby.

from blip. been there.

that's gonna be expensive.

and lastly, go HERE. now. but only if your sound is up and you're not at work. or in a meeting.