Friday Five

1. Tell us something you’ve done in the last 24 hours that’s made you happy.  Watched the courtroom scene from My Cousin Vinnie.  She so totally pwns the prosecutor.

2. What’s the last thing that really scared you? I have to pick one thing?  Let’s start with the state of the world and work down.

3. Where’s the last place you went out for a meal? The Mexican place down the street from my office.

4. What’s the last thing your significant other said to you? “Talk to you later, sweetie.”

5. Want to come over and watch the UFC fight with me tomorrow night? Good God, no.

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I’m Sorry, You Seem To Have Mistaken Me For Someone Who Cares

Email from someone in the office saying, “Hi, these people don’t know what to do to sign up for the meeting!  Fix it!”

Screw off.  I take the reservations and put ’em in a spreadsheet, dude, I don’t answer questions.  You people do not pay me enough to think.

Save Me

Tell me that I do not need this dress.  Even though it would look great on me.  I have no possible place to wear such a thing…

Meme Time

  1. What time do you usually wake up in the morning? About 6:30.  If it’s not a work day I usually go back to sleep.
  2. Coffee or tea? Funny you should ask that, since I have just this morning discovered once again that there is nothing I can do to coffee that will make me like it.  Once you take out the overwhelming bitterness, what’s left is barely a taste at all, just a sort of dusty water effect.  I do this every year or so, on the off chance that the correct taste bud has finally turned on, and it never comes out well.
  3. What did you have for breakfast?  An apple fritter from Starbuck’s–see above about the periodic coffee experiment.
  4. What color are the sheets on your bed?  At the moment, light blue in satin and matte stripes.  I got them a few months ago and it’s finally been warm enough to take off the flannel sets.
  5. What did you dream about last night?  Not to put too fine a point on it, that is none of the blog’s business. 🙂

Cue Disney Song

Irregular Webcomic today has a discussion of Siamese cats and why they have the color pattern they have.  The short form is, they have a mutation in their melanin that means it only gets dark at cool temperatures, and the extremities are cooler than the main body.  (If the mutation worked the other way, Siamese cats would be dark on the body and light on the face, legs and tail.)  People who are going to be showing their Siameses often put the cats in little jackets for a week or so beforehand to make sure the body stays nice and warm, and therefore pale.  But all of this is not why I’m posting about the strip.

I’m posting because one of the photos, of the Siamese cat in Finland, was taken by someone I know.  We’re not close these days–in fact, in theory it could be some other Elissa Ernst in Finland.  But that’s not such a common name, and I know Lissa has visited Finland on several occasions and in fact lives there these days.  So I’m thinking it’s probably the Elissa Ernst I know.

I will now sing the Disney song.  You all know the one.

What We Have Here

If I don’t know what the problem is–if I don’t know there is a problem–I cannot fix it.

You’d think this would be plenty fucking obvious, wouldn’t you?

Apparently not.

I Can’t Watch

I have seen a few episodes of Glee recently, or parts of episodes, and I have come to a sad conclusion: I can’t watch it.

I would love to be able to watch it.  I mean, a show about high school show choir, with better production values than Hempfield could even conceive of?  Yeah, sign me up.  Except for one problem: the cheerleading coach.

The character’s name is Sue Something-that-begins-with-an-S, and I cannot stand her.  Just having her on the screen sets my teeth on edge.  She is everything I hate about authority figures: dogmatic, arrogant, bullying, illogical, and arbitrary.  As I understand it, the idea is that she grew up with absentee parents and a handicapped younger sister, and this is supposed to explain her.

Well, it may, but it doesn’t excuse her.  Your parents weren’t around much, so you had to raise your little sister?  Doesn’t mean it’s OK to bully teenagers under your authority.  The little sister in question was handicapped?  Doesn’t mean you can randomly insult people who’ve done nothing to you.  You’re nice to the one girl who reminds you of the sister?  Doesn’t get you out of being a normal human being and actually interacting with people as equals.

I realize that the whole point of the character is to be a parody of the extreme, abrasive teacher, and that I am supposed to hate her–for that matter, everyone in the show is a parody of something.  But I think the creators took it too far.  I hate her so much I can’t watch, because at any moment she might show up…