Ah Bugger

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Saturday, July 16, 2005

BOOM, shake shake shake the room!

It is storming so hard outside that my place is shaking. I just love a good thunderstorm. I remember visiting my grandparents in Germany when I was about 8 and there was this horrific thunderstorm. I thought bombs were going off. I had never heard anything like it. I was terrified. My mother grew up during WWII in Germany. She told me that she loved thunderstorms because they were not bombs going off. In fact, because of the storm, the war would be halted for a while. Ever since she told me that, I have reveled in a good storm.

Did it think we wouldn't notice?


I was looking for a picture to put up as my profile photo and this is what I found. The face loks all rosy and sweet, and it is holding up those delighful flowers. But is that poop?

Friday, July 15, 2005

I've got a golden ticket!

I saw "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" today. It is so much better than the original. They actually read Roald Dahl's book before making it. Did you know that Roald Dahl so hated the original that he refused to let them make a sequel? (Which would be "Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator". Another great Dahl classic. Yeah, I loved his books.)
I was especially fond of a few things in the movie.
  • The Oompa Loompa "Britney Spears-from Oops I did it again" video, red latex ensemble. Sweet!
  • When Willy Wonka turned to go into the great glass elevator and BOOM! hit the glass and fell down. Hahahahahaha. That is always classic.
  • The idea of a forest of candy. Yeah. That's sounds all right!
  • The fact that Violet Beauregard looks like Madonna. But seriously. I think it's random. Yet cool. Especially when you contemplate the intense similarities between Willy Wonka and Michael Jackson. Of course Madonna has to make an appearance.
  • Willy Wonka's teeth bear an uncanny resemblance to Hilary Duff's new teeth. But they were somehow more pleasing on him. (But it is Johnny Depp. Nothing wrong with that boy.)
  • Willy Wonka looks an awful lot like the guy who beheaded his neighbor in Canada before coming to the good ole US of A. Kind of like Martin said. He seemed like he was bathed in embalming fluid. Yipes. (Yet, I like it.) (I originally wrote elmbalming fluid.... That is what they use for dead trees.) I foresee a huge increase in sales of white eyeliner. (Please see lower lids.)

What I did not like was:

  • I cannot stay awake in movies. What am I, 84 years old? (No offense. It is a lovely young age. But people who are 84, I would think tend to nap through movies... No?)
  • That I stayed until the blue screen popped up. For NOTHING! Whatever happened to those last snippets of entertainment in a movie, after the credits? Especially after a sardonic movie like this? How do the filmmakers expect people to give credit to their gaffers and best boys and dolly grips and such, if they don't give incentive to stay through the abysmally long and boring credits? Bastards.
  • That the movie cost $9.50. Holy smokes.
  • Grandpa Joe freaked me out. I will be having nightmares about him and his frightening little dance.

Shout out!

I am so excited that the blogs have brought all these people together. Won't it be a scary place if you ever meet face to face? Blogs bring people together.
"I'd like to teach the world to blog in perfect harmony"

Thursday, July 14, 2005

I want a kid like Rory. Anyone want to help me with that?

Good Lord! I am watching "Brat Camp" (Of course I am. It is a reality show and I am apparently addicted...). it is about these kids that through their behaviors (failing school, staying out all night, alcohol, drugs, insane disrespect), have become the greatest scourge of the Earth. They range from age 14 to 17. They are sent to a camp, in the middle of nowhere, for up to 3 months to work on their bad behaviors. Now, I know I was a total goodie goodie, but how the hell does a kid turn out this way? Is it lack of attention by parents? Is it a horrific experience? What is to say that my kid won't turn out like these? (I want a kid.) I can't imagine being scared of my child. I couldn't have imagine saying the things these kids say to my mother. I cannot comprehend this. And while I love what they are doing on this show to get these kids to get their lives back on track, what is to keep them from reverting once they are back amongst the things that made them the way they are in the first place?


On an unrelated note... When did I start taking everything so damn seriously? I am completely incapable of writing anything funny. I used to be somewhat fun. Dammit. I know what it is. But I can't talk about it here.
:)

Let me be a bitch. Then you'll like me. You'll really like me.

My boss cracks me up. He has totally taken a fatherly role towards me. Usually he is on me to finish my degree, but lately he is contemplating my dating life. He has always had an opinion, however today's made me laugh. He thinks I am too hard to date. I swear to God this is what he said. "Buggie, you are a striking looking woman, with a fierce intellect who comes across as a complete ditz." (Um, thanks?) He went on to tell me I needed a seriously stable guy who would not be intimidated by me or feel insecure around me. (Whaa?!?) Then he theorized that I would end up with an older man who would probably decide that I am fun but not serious enough to date more than just casually. But he did throw in that the guy would have to be wealthy. (Damn, straight! Not really. I am not that materialistic. But it is nice not to have to worry about money.)

Now, I am smart enough. I just don't feel like I should have to demonstrate it with a dissertation on Proust everywhere I go.
I am cute enough, I guess. But this just seems to get me into trouble. Boys don't hit on me unles I approach them. Yet every guy I have ever dated has been super jealous. (Boys want a pretty girl in theory, but can't handle the realities of it.) Besides, I have never cheated on a guy. It is not in my nature. I tend to be completely into the person I am with. Why else would I be with them?
I like to have fun. I am sure I come off as goofy and ditzy. But I work hard, have a good job, can carry on a decent conversation, am friendly.
Do I need to start wearing a placard with all of my attributes?

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Best thing I have read in a while

I was just lying in my bed and I opened "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley. It is a book I loved when I read so many years ago and I decided to re-address it. I read the first paragraph of the Foreward and I truly hope the publishers will forgive me as I know this is a nono. I just had to put this out there, as this may be the best thing I have read in a while. So simple. So true. here it goes.

Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrong-doing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

How many times have beaten myself up over things that I have done to people. But truth be told, I can't take back my actions. So I apologize and vow to not make the same mistakes again. It is just so much more eloquent when it comes from Aldous Huxley. I just had to share. Gnight.

Yayayayayayyyyyyyy!!

  • Ryan Church is officially off the DL. Back to RFK, my friends. Woooo.
  • The NHL CBA is supposed to be finalized today. Back to MCI, my friends. Let's go everyone but the Caps! If the NHL and the NHLPA is messing with my head, and they don't ratify the CBA, I will beat someone up. Probably someone smaller than me. Like George McPhee.
  • I studied an entire chapter in my book. 16 to go.
  • The pimple on my chin went away. Never was of the Doug caliber, but still.
  • My mommy is coming home in four days.
  • I might become a Miller Lite girl. How kick ass would that be?
  • After all the vacation I just took, I still have 9 days of vacation on my time card. It is a good thing as I seem to only be attracted to guys who live really far away.

Stick your tongue out and you'll look like a zipper.


Hey Marci, remember when we said that anorexia seemed to be working for Nicole Ritchie? Photographic proof that it's never good to jest at an illness. Good Lord! Where did she go?

Lindsay the friendly ghost? (Is she friendly?)


Wow. She makes me look tan. Oh, Linds. Where to begin?????
Ouchie, you make my eyes hurt.

I am flipping for you.


Who would ever have thought that three 30+ girls (Yeah, I said girls.) would have enjoyed watching guys, ranging from their teens to 65 (Yeah, Tony Hawk. I’m talking to you.), riding back and forth in a half pipe on their skateboards or bicycles. (Yeah, I said bicycles. Does that make me sound old? Should I be all like “tricked out bikes”?) Now, all the skating back and forth was exciting, even if they could not stay on their boards to save their lives (Yeah, I’m talking to you, Tony Hawk.) But what did we do to deserve the punishment that was the intermittent video skit showing all the X-Gamers as old men in a nursing home? Why were we being abused with their “acting”? One skit, maybe, would have been okay. They showed us a good six skits, if not more. And by good, I mean that I am dumber for having witnessed them. They even admitted their lack of acting ability and then showed us another scandalously awful skit. The only bonus I could see was that they did not have to age Tony Hawk. (Yeah, I said it.)
They brought out MotoX’ers. Flipping fantastic! I mean flipping! They took their motorbikes out there and did handstands in midair on a moving vehicle. It was super cool. Of course now I think I can do it. I have ridden the great Motorcross bikes before. I have hurdled myself over handlebars and landed in muddy ditches. I have gone flying down steep hills. But I have never done a handstand on a moving bike. I am not certain if I could do a handstand without a wall to sturdy myself on. Then, as it could not have gotten more exciting, it got more exciting! The skateboarders and bikers were lifted to a five story ramp where they went shooting down and all around. Every time the announcer would chant a skater’s name, that skater would fall off his board. GO BIG!