Wow... am I glad I wasn't cheering Dreamz on. (referring to Survivor, yet-again.) What a profoundly vile idiot he turned out to be.
In a nutshell... his promise to God, his "word"... when promising Yau Man immunity (should he win it in the final 4) in exchange for a truck... meant nothing. During the infamous tribal council determining which 3 of the 4 remaining contestants would sit before the jury... Dreamz holds onto the immunity necklace and Yau Man gets sent packing. This; after he made this big, noble pledge for the camera that he was going to set such a good example and win immunity just to purposefully hand it over to Yau Man and do the honourable thing. Yeah... didn't happen. And if you happened to watch the Reunion Special... Dreamz went even further to making me move beyond just "disliking" him to just not wanting to hear another word out of him. As in, "Shut the hell up now"! Even Jeff (the host) was repeatedly frustrated with Dreamz continuous dodging of questions. Mind you, the fact that Dreamz couldn't give a straight answer to any question might be directly related to his grasp of the English language. (or lack thereof) If ever a village was missing it's idiot... Dreamz could move right in. I don't know how he figured anybody would want to give him the million dollar prize after double-talking, back-stabbing and stumbling his way through the entire game. And then to tell an audience that that's how he planned it??? Give me an effin' break mmmkay?? The boy could barely form a coherent sentence. He brought new meaning to the expression: "flying by the seat of your pants". Thank God he didn't win.
And how 'bout that jury session huh? Venomous. I had no idea that a third of the contestants were all stone-cold crazy. They kept it hidden well. I for one, could've lived out the rest of my life happily, never hearing from Lisi or Rocky ever again. ...Gee Lisi... you did all but turn around and ask your fellow jury members if there were indeed "6 zeros" in a million. Nice attempt at making Dreamz look stupid, but sadly you're the bigger monkey of the bunch. And attacking Cassandra over not having the proper footwear? Sit down heifer. Sit down. It's time for the smart people to talk. But wait... no it's not... there's Rocky. And wait... there's Alex... who's mysteriously fuming mad at everyone. I take it, the Survivor boat cruise was an uncomfortable one.
I understand why everyone was mad at Dreamz. Really I do. But I'd really like to know where all the hostility towards Cassandra came from. Truly puzzling. Sometimes the overall editing of the season lacks the proper keys to unlock the mysterious contestant opinions. Although, kudos to the editors for at last having Boo come crashing out of the closet as a flaming.... ....born again Christian. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I still think he's a sizzlin' slab o'meat. But it did shine a little light on why he was largely wanted gone. His posing questions directed at Dreamz under the heading of "as a good Christian... how did you play this game?" (or something similar) was a huge eye opener ...and... it got heated. But I saw nothing wrong with him bringing morality to the table (religious or otherwise) because Dreamz was severely lacking in a sense of right or wrong. It was however, a curious decision to broadcast an entire season of Boo being largely disliked, with no signs of annoying behaviour.
So yeah... Earl won. After all that. Unanimous. 9 votes... all for Earl. Ok. If you guys say so. But truly, after all the drama... Yau Man deserved the prize. I eat my words for wanting him gone. No one has EVER played this game better. And everyone knew it.
But I have to say... dissatisfying finale or not... BEST SEASON EVER!
Now the hard part.... ....no more Survivor til the fall. : (
Oh well... ....Hell's Kitchen is coming back. Me likey. Me likey whole lot!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Go Boo!!!
(post started on Friday but finished on Sunday afternoon)
If I make only one post for the whole weekend, let it be this... Survivor Fiji is just quite simply rockin' this season. The finale is this Sunday (tonight) and I can hardly wait.
Last night Stacy got an unexpected boot, 'cause she didn't think to keep her mouth shut during the tribal council, thus tipping off Yau Man
that he'd best lay down his immunity idol to save his own skin. Which he did. What a wily old fella he is. Two steps ahead of everyone whilst the clan scrambles like a buncha boobs.
Right now, I'm inclined to say "Go Boo"! Because in the scheme of things he's an underdog. For some reason he's been painted as a huge annoyance, but it hasn't quite come out in the editing as to "Why?" everyone wants him gone. As one of my co-workers agrees... "Yeah, he (ironically enough) hasn't said "boo" all season." Not to mention, I think Boo is incredibly hot. Like that rough n' tumble, strong-enough-to-break-you-but-he-won't kind of hot. He's really pulling out all the stops in the competitions too. Immunity 2 weeks in a row - hee hee. I like it when the person most favoured to be voted-out by the big-bad alliance throws a monkey wrench at said-alliance forcing them to eat one of their own. Last night, they tried to eat Yau Man and they might have even succeeded had it not been for stupid, stupid, useless Stacy.
I realize that makes it sound like I want Yau Man gone, and I must admit I kinda do. He's just so smug. Not that he hasn't earned the right to be smug. He's undoubtedly the most clever Survivor contestant EVER. Last night he took BLATANT advantage of Dreamz desire to win a car (and Dreamz penchant for "do first, think later") by trading the truck he'd just won to Dreamz in exchange for immunity should Dreamz win it in the final four. I guess Yau Man is counting on Boo being gone and Dreamz being the strongest player by then. Yet another reason why I hope Boo has another monkey-wrench hidden somewhere on his person. (His incredibly sexy person.) For that, I think Yau Man will pay for his loyalty to Earl who also got his hands on an immunity idol last night. You think Earl's gonna give that up to save Yau??? I don't. Yau Man is now idol-less and vulnerable. I (boldly and perhaps stupidly) predict the Core-4 alliance is about to crumble and Earl is going to look like a weasel. I'm not saying he is a weasel... but this is a game, and if he's smart, Earl won't give up immunity. My take on Earl is that he's felt in control and in-the-know for most of the game simply by aligning himself with Yau Man, but hasn't really done anything note-worthy on his own. I don't feel he deserves to win. But that's just my opinion.
Dreamz and Cassandra... well I don't think either of them stands a chance. Dreamz has played double-crosser a few too many times and although he seems to have some kind of plan that he's not able to articulate, he's just a shot in the dark for the million. I've got to say that even though I think he's the village idiot... a million dollars would change his life and the lives of his family, so I'd be happy-enough if he did win.
Cassandra... not a strong contender in my book. She's been a coat-tail rider and basically she just sits on her thumbs during the challenges and waits for everyone else to finish. I will say this though... she's proven that she's observant and insightful and she's obviously well-liked. I like her too. Unless someone decides to take her to the final four though, her lack of physical-effort will eliminate her in any challenge of strength or stamina.
In just a few hours, the most exciting season of Survivor yet will be concluding. Sadly this post is going to look a little stupid/irrelevant goin' online now. But oh well. Let the games begin!
If I make only one post for the whole weekend, let it be this... Survivor Fiji is just quite simply rockin' this season. The finale is this Sunday (tonight) and I can hardly wait.
Last night Stacy got an unexpected boot, 'cause she didn't think to keep her mouth shut during the tribal council, thus tipping off Yau Man
that he'd best lay down his immunity idol to save his own skin. Which he did. What a wily old fella he is. Two steps ahead of everyone whilst the clan scrambles like a buncha boobs.
Right now, I'm inclined to say "Go Boo"! Because in the scheme of things he's an underdog. For some reason he's been painted as a huge annoyance, but it hasn't quite come out in the editing as to "Why?" everyone wants him gone. As one of my co-workers agrees... "Yeah, he (ironically enough) hasn't said "boo" all season." Not to mention, I think Boo is incredibly hot. Like that rough n' tumble, strong-enough-to-break-you-but-he-won't kind of hot. He's really pulling out all the stops in the competitions too. Immunity 2 weeks in a row - hee hee. I like it when the person most favoured to be voted-out by the big-bad alliance throws a monkey wrench at said-alliance forcing them to eat one of their own. Last night, they tried to eat Yau Man and they might have even succeeded had it not been for stupid, stupid, useless Stacy.
I realize that makes it sound like I want Yau Man gone, and I must admit I kinda do. He's just so smug. Not that he hasn't earned the right to be smug. He's undoubtedly the most clever Survivor contestant EVER. Last night he took BLATANT advantage of Dreamz desire to win a car (and Dreamz penchant for "do first, think later") by trading the truck he'd just won to Dreamz in exchange for immunity should Dreamz win it in the final four. I guess Yau Man is counting on Boo being gone and Dreamz being the strongest player by then. Yet another reason why I hope Boo has another monkey-wrench hidden somewhere on his person. (His incredibly sexy person.) For that, I think Yau Man will pay for his loyalty to Earl who also got his hands on an immunity idol last night. You think Earl's gonna give that up to save Yau??? I don't. Yau Man is now idol-less and vulnerable. I (boldly and perhaps stupidly) predict the Core-4 alliance is about to crumble and Earl is going to look like a weasel. I'm not saying he is a weasel... but this is a game, and if he's smart, Earl won't give up immunity. My take on Earl is that he's felt in control and in-the-know for most of the game simply by aligning himself with Yau Man, but hasn't really done anything note-worthy on his own. I don't feel he deserves to win. But that's just my opinion.
Dreamz and Cassandra... well I don't think either of them stands a chance. Dreamz has played double-crosser a few too many times and although he seems to have some kind of plan that he's not able to articulate, he's just a shot in the dark for the million. I've got to say that even though I think he's the village idiot... a million dollars would change his life and the lives of his family, so I'd be happy-enough if he did win.
Cassandra... not a strong contender in my book. She's been a coat-tail rider and basically she just sits on her thumbs during the challenges and waits for everyone else to finish. I will say this though... she's proven that she's observant and insightful and she's obviously well-liked. I like her too. Unless someone decides to take her to the final four though, her lack of physical-effort will eliminate her in any challenge of strength or stamina.
In just a few hours, the most exciting season of Survivor yet will be concluding. Sadly this post is going to look a little stupid/irrelevant goin' online now. But oh well. Let the games begin!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Something Cute
And to counter my rant... THIS made me laugh. I'm not an advocate of swearing around children, but kids inevitably mimic what they hear.
Scourge
I'm irked.
My station (meaning the one I work for) gave away a prize package this morning that includes a full weekend rental of an H2 Hummer. These behemoth, gas-guzzling, strictly-for-status, vomit-inducing lumps of metal should be banned. They are not cool. They are not practical. They are not sexy. They serve no purpose. We should not be including them in any sort of prize package to further glamorize them in any way, shape or form.
I know I sound like an alarmist, tree-hugging, environmental crazy person at times, but it blows my mind that people as a species don't see environmentalism as an essential part of our being. Yes, we're years away from the point of no return, but for God's sake "how close" to oblivion to we have to get?? How small can our thinking be, that our singular existence entitles us to just consume whatever we want by whatever means necessary and leave the smoldering remains for our descendants to clean up? I don't even have kids; don't even want kids; and it disturbs me how very little people care. How littered our streets are. How polluted our air and water are. How crazy the weather has become, and how it gets increasingly worse.
Perhaps we get what we deserve, when we allow our home (meaning our planet) to deteriorate. The longer I live the more I become convinced that the human race is an epidemic disease, rather than the dominant species we think ourselves to be. Our dominance doesn't make us superior... of that I'm certain.
Sorry for the "heavy". The whole "H2 Prize Pack" just really set me off. This festering disdain for our society just bubbles over sometimes, and I'm demonstrating restraint by ending here. I think it's time to look at the "hottie on the horse" again, and wish I were that horse for any number of reasons.
My station (meaning the one I work for) gave away a prize package this morning that includes a full weekend rental of an H2 Hummer. These behemoth, gas-guzzling, strictly-for-status, vomit-inducing lumps of metal should be banned. They are not cool. They are not practical. They are not sexy. They serve no purpose. We should not be including them in any sort of prize package to further glamorize them in any way, shape or form.
I know I sound like an alarmist, tree-hugging, environmental crazy person at times, but it blows my mind that people as a species don't see environmentalism as an essential part of our being. Yes, we're years away from the point of no return, but for God's sake "how close" to oblivion to we have to get?? How small can our thinking be, that our singular existence entitles us to just consume whatever we want by whatever means necessary and leave the smoldering remains for our descendants to clean up? I don't even have kids; don't even want kids; and it disturbs me how very little people care. How littered our streets are. How polluted our air and water are. How crazy the weather has become, and how it gets increasingly worse.
Perhaps we get what we deserve, when we allow our home (meaning our planet) to deteriorate. The longer I live the more I become convinced that the human race is an epidemic disease, rather than the dominant species we think ourselves to be. Our dominance doesn't make us superior... of that I'm certain.
Sorry for the "heavy". The whole "H2 Prize Pack" just really set me off. This festering disdain for our society just bubbles over sometimes, and I'm demonstrating restraint by ending here. I think it's time to look at the "hottie on the horse" again, and wish I were that horse for any number of reasons.
Hottie on a Horse
http://www.out.com/exclusives.asp?id=22527
Now what could be sexier than a hottie on a horse? A hottie on a horse wearing nothing but boots and underwear... or less.
I know I don't normally post stuff like this. But for some reason I find this both erotic and classy. Let's hear it for slick photography, and gratuitous pictures of nearly-naked men.
Now what could be sexier than a hottie on a horse? A hottie on a horse wearing nothing but boots and underwear... or less.
I know I don't normally post stuff like this. But for some reason I find this both erotic and classy. Let's hear it for slick photography, and gratuitous pictures of nearly-naked men.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Dead Rodents: Five Things You Don't Know About Me
As I mentioned a few entries ago, Planet Earth... the BBC series we got on DVD. Yeah, well, we're 3 episodes in now and totally addicted. Add "nature watching geek" to the list of things you can call me. It's so beautiful and awe-inspiring (and it's HD). We literally just sit and watch and "wow" every now and again. I won't bore you with a complete run-down, but episode three is all about the earth's supply of fresh water and how it's replenished. There was a segment on Angel Falls in Venezuela and it's possibly the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. (the pictures from that link, don't do it justice.) I'm disappointed there are only 13 episodes of this show.
I got one of those "Meme" things the other day. And I think it might be interesting (for me anyhow) to blog it rather than e-mail it. It's "5 Things You Don't Know About Me".
And I should probably amend that to "5 Things Most People Don't Know About Me". 'Cause some of you might.
Thing number one: I'm notoriously late for work. My day starts at 9am, but technically, I'm never here before 9:30, sometimes 9:45. How do I justify this? Well, my main excuse is Porthos. But the older and more reliable he gets (with regards to house-training) the less viable that excuse becomes. Mind you the whole being late thing really has spilled over into the rest of my life as well. A quality I used to hate. In my defense: I'm a desk jockey. I work through my lunch, I'm not out taking smoke breaks ever, nor do I drink coffee, and I work late when it's called for. Soooo... I've never once been called-out for my morning tardiness. I'm very fortunate that I work in an environment that lets me away with it.
Thing number two: I do not, do not, do not... like public washrooms. Like to the point of obsessive compulsive phobic behaviour. But I'm getting better about that. (even though I wash my hands an excessive number of times per day to compensate for touching taps, and doorknobs and the like. Prime example... I could not tell you what the inside of my high school washrooms looked like. I used to hold my bladder ALL DAY, every day and wait til I got home to use the bathroom. And that has just as much to do with my inability to pee (or anything else) while someone is within earshot, as it did my fear of being confronted or picked-on by other guys in school. Thank god you don't carry around those needless fears forever. I still hate public washrooms but now it's solely sanitary issues, which is good, 'cause I've long since lost my ability to cease all bodily waste functions for insane periods of time.
(perhaps this particular item should be relegated to "things you'd rather not know about me".)
Thing number three: I scream like a wee school girl whilst watching scary movies. And I love every minute of it. One of our friends (Steve) loves to go to horror movies with us for this very reason. Because a) I startle him and b) he laughs at me. And I think those are great reasons for wanting to go to a scary movie with me. hah The best part is... it doesn't even have to be a "good" scary movie to scare me. One time in particular that always comes to mind is when we saw "Jeepers Creepers" in the theatre. That movie scared the hell out of me. And at one point I screamed so loud that this guy two rows ahead of us turned around and gave me one of those "are you for real?" looks. And then someone behind us chose an inopportune moment to scream just to make me scream... and it worked. Ted was embarrassed... but as per usual, I don't have a lot of shame over looking foolish. I love horror movies. I love to laugh at bad ones and have nightmares over good ones. Being scared is a bit of a high for me to be honest.
Favourite scary movie: "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" - f**king terrifying if you can handle it.
Thing number four: I killed a mouse once and since then I can't kill anything other than bugs. It happened while I was still living at home and working nights. My mom's house had a mouse (they say you never have just one, but we never saw another one.) and I wanted to be rid of it in the most humane way possible. So I bought one of those traps that just close the mouse in a box (like a little mouse coffin) once it's walked in. Well, once said mouse was captured I plopped the trap in a bucket of water in the backyard to drown it. And being the rock that I am... I started crying when all the bubbles stopped rising from the water and I mourned that poor creature for days. I vowed then and there I'd never kill another animal and I've stuck to it.
Thing number five: (this is harder than I thought it would be - it's taken me all afternoon to write this entry with various work-related interruptions of course) I'm trying to think of something a little more interesting than the fact that I've never had a broken bone. But big deal? I'm sure that's not so rare. I was also thinking about how I kinda still believed in Santa Claus until after Grade 3. That had a lot to do with my third grade teacher (Mrs Serebrin) secretly co-ordinating with my parents to give me one of the baby gerbils from our classroom. She bought me a cage and everything, and I had never once mentioned to my parents that I wanted a gerbil, so I thought for sure there had to be a Santa. ha Sadly that gerbil was dead by June 7th (the exact day we buried it in the garden) because my dad left the cage outside while we went to church because he thought the gerbil could use some fresh air (I swear to you) and it rained and the little guy caught a cold and died within days.
So yeah... that's kind of a fifth and sixth thing. No broken bones and a self-deluded belief in Santa long past the learning curve of other kids.
And on that I will end by noting that I find it more than a little troubling that I obviously have dead rodents on the brain today.
My iPod picked the song again today. "8 Easy Steps" by Alanis Morissette. I'd love to meet this woman some day, 'cause I think she's one of the most gifted song-writers of our generation, if not the most gifted.
Eight Easy Steps
How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment
How to defer to men in solvable predicaments
How to control someone to be a carbon copy of you
How to have that not work and have them run away from you
How to keep people at arms length and never get too close
How to mistrust the ones you supposedly love the most
How to pretend you're fine and don't need help from anyone
How to feel worthless unless you're serving or helping someone
[Chorus:]
I'll teach you all this in 8 easy steps
A course of a lifetime you'll never forget
I'll show you how to in 8 easy steps
I'll show you how leaderships looks when taught by the best
How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist
How to play all pious when you're really a hypocrite
How to hate god when you're a prayer and a spiritualist
How to sabotage your fantasies by fears of success
[Chorus]
I've been doing research for years
I've been practicing my ass off
I've been training my whole life for this moment
I swear to you
Culminating just to be this well-versed leader before you
[Chorus]
How to lie to yourself and thereby to everyone else
How to keep smiling when you're thinking of killing yourself
How to numb all too well, to avoid going within
How to stay stuck in blue by blaming them for everything
I got one of those "Meme" things the other day. And I think it might be interesting (for me anyhow) to blog it rather than e-mail it. It's "5 Things You Don't Know About Me".
And I should probably amend that to "5 Things Most People Don't Know About Me". 'Cause some of you might.
Thing number one: I'm notoriously late for work. My day starts at 9am, but technically, I'm never here before 9:30, sometimes 9:45. How do I justify this? Well, my main excuse is Porthos. But the older and more reliable he gets (with regards to house-training) the less viable that excuse becomes. Mind you the whole being late thing really has spilled over into the rest of my life as well. A quality I used to hate. In my defense: I'm a desk jockey. I work through my lunch, I'm not out taking smoke breaks ever, nor do I drink coffee, and I work late when it's called for. Soooo... I've never once been called-out for my morning tardiness. I'm very fortunate that I work in an environment that lets me away with it.
Thing number two: I do not, do not, do not... like public washrooms. Like to the point of obsessive compulsive phobic behaviour. But I'm getting better about that. (even though I wash my hands an excessive number of times per day to compensate for touching taps, and doorknobs and the like. Prime example... I could not tell you what the inside of my high school washrooms looked like. I used to hold my bladder ALL DAY, every day and wait til I got home to use the bathroom. And that has just as much to do with my inability to pee (or anything else) while someone is within earshot, as it did my fear of being confronted or picked-on by other guys in school. Thank god you don't carry around those needless fears forever. I still hate public washrooms but now it's solely sanitary issues, which is good, 'cause I've long since lost my ability to cease all bodily waste functions for insane periods of time.
(perhaps this particular item should be relegated to "things you'd rather not know about me".)
Thing number three: I scream like a wee school girl whilst watching scary movies. And I love every minute of it. One of our friends (Steve) loves to go to horror movies with us for this very reason. Because a) I startle him and b) he laughs at me. And I think those are great reasons for wanting to go to a scary movie with me. hah The best part is... it doesn't even have to be a "good" scary movie to scare me. One time in particular that always comes to mind is when we saw "Jeepers Creepers" in the theatre. That movie scared the hell out of me. And at one point I screamed so loud that this guy two rows ahead of us turned around and gave me one of those "are you for real?" looks. And then someone behind us chose an inopportune moment to scream just to make me scream... and it worked. Ted was embarrassed... but as per usual, I don't have a lot of shame over looking foolish. I love horror movies. I love to laugh at bad ones and have nightmares over good ones. Being scared is a bit of a high for me to be honest.
Favourite scary movie: "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" - f**king terrifying if you can handle it.
Thing number four: I killed a mouse once and since then I can't kill anything other than bugs. It happened while I was still living at home and working nights. My mom's house had a mouse (they say you never have just one, but we never saw another one.) and I wanted to be rid of it in the most humane way possible. So I bought one of those traps that just close the mouse in a box (like a little mouse coffin) once it's walked in. Well, once said mouse was captured I plopped the trap in a bucket of water in the backyard to drown it. And being the rock that I am... I started crying when all the bubbles stopped rising from the water and I mourned that poor creature for days. I vowed then and there I'd never kill another animal and I've stuck to it.
Thing number five: (this is harder than I thought it would be - it's taken me all afternoon to write this entry with various work-related interruptions of course) I'm trying to think of something a little more interesting than the fact that I've never had a broken bone. But big deal? I'm sure that's not so rare. I was also thinking about how I kinda still believed in Santa Claus until after Grade 3. That had a lot to do with my third grade teacher (Mrs Serebrin) secretly co-ordinating with my parents to give me one of the baby gerbils from our classroom. She bought me a cage and everything, and I had never once mentioned to my parents that I wanted a gerbil, so I thought for sure there had to be a Santa. ha Sadly that gerbil was dead by June 7th (the exact day we buried it in the garden) because my dad left the cage outside while we went to church because he thought the gerbil could use some fresh air (I swear to you) and it rained and the little guy caught a cold and died within days.
So yeah... that's kind of a fifth and sixth thing. No broken bones and a self-deluded belief in Santa long past the learning curve of other kids.
And on that I will end by noting that I find it more than a little troubling that I obviously have dead rodents on the brain today.
My iPod picked the song again today. "8 Easy Steps" by Alanis Morissette. I'd love to meet this woman some day, 'cause I think she's one of the most gifted song-writers of our generation, if not the most gifted.
Eight Easy Steps
How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment
How to defer to men in solvable predicaments
How to control someone to be a carbon copy of you
How to have that not work and have them run away from you
How to keep people at arms length and never get too close
How to mistrust the ones you supposedly love the most
How to pretend you're fine and don't need help from anyone
How to feel worthless unless you're serving or helping someone
[Chorus:]
I'll teach you all this in 8 easy steps
A course of a lifetime you'll never forget
I'll show you how to in 8 easy steps
I'll show you how leaderships looks when taught by the best
How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist
How to play all pious when you're really a hypocrite
How to hate god when you're a prayer and a spiritualist
How to sabotage your fantasies by fears of success
[Chorus]
I've been doing research for years
I've been practicing my ass off
I've been training my whole life for this moment
I swear to you
Culminating just to be this well-versed leader before you
[Chorus]
How to lie to yourself and thereby to everyone else
How to keep smiling when you're thinking of killing yourself
How to numb all too well, to avoid going within
How to stay stuck in blue by blaming them for everything
Monday, May 07, 2007
Tattooed Pigs in Plaid Pajamas
If I had a dollar for every intangible "pound" of negativity floating around today... I'd go into business. But then again, everybody's selling negativity. Blah... "GIVING" it away. I have no energy for it on a Monday. I've got enough of my own to contend with.
And thusly, I will focus on the good. The good that is my dear friend Jerome stopping by our place last night for dinner and the Amazing Race finale. That was pretty frickin' cool. (not the race mind you, that was sadly a little anti-climactic. Eric and Danielle... pshawww who wants to see the jack-ass and the whiny-cry baby win a million dollars?) Especially, considering how busy the man is. Thank you again Jerome for accepting our invitation. We had a great time and so did Tammy.
The good is also that it's my sister Darlene's birthday. I must call her this evening to tell her of the not-so-good... which is that I got her nothing. Not even a card. Which is totally not my style. Ah well. She's not likely to mind since she stopped commemorating my birthday years ago. She might even appreciate it as one less thing she needs to worry about in terms of "oh he got me something; I'll have to get him something next year" n' all that. I do feel bad that this is her first birthday since her divorce and therefore the first birthday alone. At any rate, today is her birthday and I can't change the fact that I've done nothing. Happy Birthday my sister. I love you.
I guess that's all I've got to say today, strangely enough. But I think it has a lot to do with the unsavoury, bitchy people I've had to deal with in recent hours. Tonight is a new night, and tomorrow is a new day.
Janet - "Velvet Rope"
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We all wanna feel special...
This special need
That's within us
Brings out the best
Yet worst in us
Follow the passion
That's within you
Living the truth
Will set you free
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
Put others down
To fill us up
Oppressing me
Will oppress you
Outside leave judgement
Outside leave hate
One love's the answer
You'll find in you
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
And thusly, I will focus on the good. The good that is my dear friend Jerome stopping by our place last night for dinner and the Amazing Race finale. That was pretty frickin' cool. (not the race mind you, that was sadly a little anti-climactic. Eric and Danielle... pshawww who wants to see the jack-ass and the whiny-cry baby win a million dollars?) Especially, considering how busy the man is. Thank you again Jerome for accepting our invitation. We had a great time and so did Tammy.
The good is also that it's my sister Darlene's birthday. I must call her this evening to tell her of the not-so-good... which is that I got her nothing. Not even a card. Which is totally not my style. Ah well. She's not likely to mind since she stopped commemorating my birthday years ago. She might even appreciate it as one less thing she needs to worry about in terms of "oh he got me something; I'll have to get him something next year" n' all that. I do feel bad that this is her first birthday since her divorce and therefore the first birthday alone. At any rate, today is her birthday and I can't change the fact that I've done nothing. Happy Birthday my sister. I love you.
I guess that's all I've got to say today, strangely enough. But I think it has a lot to do with the unsavoury, bitchy people I've had to deal with in recent hours. Tonight is a new night, and tomorrow is a new day.
Janet - "Velvet Rope"
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We all wanna feel special...
This special need
That's within us
Brings out the best
Yet worst in us
Follow the passion
That's within you
Living the truth
Will set you free
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
Put others down
To fill us up
Oppressing me
Will oppress you
Outside leave judgement
Outside leave hate
One love's the answer
You'll find in you
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
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