I gesture imperiously and snarl something about banks

OTOH….
The song I am listening to makes me a ridiculous amount of happy. I am grooving in my little corner of the lab while the below lyrics bellow out of my speakers.


This Shit Will Fuck You Up

I am a bitch
How do you want me?
From behind?
Or on my knees?

I am a slut
Please hold me down
I’ll be your noise
This shit will fuck you up

Tra la, inDEED!

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Folks (plaintive note)…I know that I am supposed to be doing something tonight. What the hell is it?

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I am now officially pissed.

I went to check my bank to make sure that last night’s deposit was indeed where it was supposed to be. However, my bank’s online stuff is broken. In a huge can’t check anything at all sort of way. Plus, when I called the CSR line to talk to a rep, I was told that the wait would be “considerable” by creepy robot guy. Finally, I was able to get to the available balance. If the number is correct — then my raise didn’t go through like I was told it would.

*snarl*

There will be updates to let you guys know exactly how I am going to re-enact the whole Vlad the Impaler thing, mmkay?

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Thursday, Onward! Mush, Mush!

Thursday. Thank goodness that the week is winding down. Even with missing Monday, its been a long week. I slept well, if briefly last night. I think I finally actually fell asleep around 130 AM this morning. The alarm goes off at 615 and I smacked it into submission pretty quickly and slept for another forty five minutes. So yay for me. Extry sleep for the insomniac.

Bug bites are finally starting to heal up – jagwire states that his SO and I apparently have sugar blood. That must be the case. Because those fuckers really went to town on me. I counted – ready? – counted over 70+ bites on my legs.

Not much to say today. I am up to my eyeballs with meetings and scriptings here at work. It eats the brain, my precious. Eats it aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!

Follow the link for the Today, I look like portion of today’s show

I was twimming in the ocean….

I’m a dorkfish.

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Go-Go Gadget Life Sciences!

Make my day with cool science stuff and new orchid and butterfly species!

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Bad news…Ft. Lauderdale job interview did not go well. I feel bad that I flubbed the interview so badly (and boy, did I flub it*) but at the same time, I am sorta kinda OK with that. There will be other jobs. And I do like where I am currently at.

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Christ on a rocket, my legs ITCH.

I must remember that if we are out near the swamps that mosquitoes see me and shriek, “BUFFET!” My legs look like I have a severe case of the measles. At least I have a reason that I couldn’t sleep last night. Or rather, a reason that isn’t my brain chattering away like a meth-addled chipmunk.

Sleepless in Austin….again.

I tossed and turned all night long. Sometime around midnight, the AC stopped blowing cold air and so I tossed, turned and sweated into my mosquito bites. Benadryl was found and consumed. Still itched. Couldn’t sleep. Tossed, turned, sweated. Didn’t want to turn the AC down because that would affect others in the house who are sensitive to cold. Tossed. Fuck…got up, drank *more* Benadryl.
Finally drifted off around 130….only to awaken at 2AM with a screaming nightmare. I don’t know if I woke anyone else up but jeebus, I never want a dream like that again. I don’t recall much. Just the fear and the feeling of being slowly digested. I’m sure it was my mind dealing with the itch/pain in my legs. Holy shit, sometimes I think my brain hates me.

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* – flub /fluhb/

verb , flubbed, flub·bing

–verb (used with or without object)
1. to perform poorly; blunder; bungle
He flubbed the last shot and lost the match.

–noun
2. a blunder. To botch; bungle. The act or an instance of botching or bungling
Their literature leans toward a comedy of small social flubs and withered chastity.

-Mare
3. To confuse DNS and DHCP during an interview for a network testing gig.
I’m sure the interviewer rolled his eyes when I flubbed that up like that.

 

Insert Clever Title Here

Good morning, O Best Beloveds.

Coming into work early was pretty much a waste of my time today. There is NO network. No connectivity. The hardware and software that I test rely on network connectivity — telecommuncation industry. Can’t make a call if you got no way out. I won’t even be able to post this until the network is fixed.

I loathe being unproductive. (757AM)

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Network’s back up! (924AM)

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This morning’s SPAMspamSPAMspam(wonderfulSPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM)!

When I tried to give him oral sex, I practically choked. How do I do it without gagging? Please help!

Virgins always whizgiggled at me and even chaps did in the federal WC!
Well, now I laugh at them, because I took Me – ga – Di k
for 4 months and now my peter is greatly weightier than national.
take up http://XXXXXXXXXXXXXXx.com/
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that what beliefs do is alter facts.
to Karl Popper. To win the masters approval would have been
Keynes, of scaling the same heights as an economic thinker as the
of my existence, he wrote in the introduction to his 1987 book, The
to Karl Popper. To win the masters approval would have been
[sic]

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Today, I am le tired. Woke up with a splitting headache around 3AM this morning. I stumbled into our bathroom but couldn’t find anything except the Girlie’s liquid Tylenol. Let me tell you something. Children’s “orange” flavored Tylenol is NEVER a good idea. *BLECH* I woke back up at 630AM with the same headache and tried to go back to sleep. No bueno. So, out of bed and into the day. Some Excedrine, cough meds, coffee and foods later my head still hurts but not as bad. I don’t know what is causing my brainmeats to ache this badly. *ponders, winces and gives it up as a bad job*

Tired, tired Mares look like this

Yes, as a matter of fact, I DO amuse myself

So, I’m headed to FL this weekend. My flight out leaves at around 745 in the morning (Sat) but my Friday night is free. Tam asked me if I wanted to watch a movie this Friday. This is the list that I came up with.

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Resident Evil: Extinction
Nothing beats a good zombie flick. Unless it’s a zombie flick with Milla Jovovich.
Alamo Drafthouse Cinema – Lake Creek :: 11:30am, 2:00, 4:20,

The Bourne Ultimatum
Bringing the sexy back. With guns.
Alamo Drafthouse Cinema – Lake Creek :: 12:30, 3:40, 7:05

Shoot ‘Em Up
Clive Owen. Paul Giamatti. Carrots. Dear gods, what’s not to like?
Alamo Drafthouse Cinema – Lake Creek :: 12:35, 3:05, 7:35

Stardust
Because I’ve heard its really good and I’d like to see it before it falls off the big screen.
Regal Gateway 16 ::: (12:30), (3:30), 6:50

Becoming Jane
It’s a period piece about Jane Austen. Costumes. Churning, yearning, burning.
Regal Arbor Cinema at Great Hills ::: (1:00), (4:00), 6:40

End of the Empire…

“Monkeys do too!”
“On the fucking floor! You got bananas? You Charlton? You got bananas?”
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Needed some Izzard after this morning’s commute into work.

Things were pretty good up 183 and Anderson Mill, crowded but sane(ish). However, as soon as I turned onto 620, I found out that was where they were (apparently) storing the imbeciles today. Stacks and stacks of people with nothing better to do than pick their nose and sit in long queues of vehicles. Or swerve suddenly from one lane to another. Then back again, into the same spot they had just vacated – for no reason at all.
Jesus bleeding bald-headed Christ…Seriously, if you are so lacking in skills that you do not know that the little stick on the left side of the steering wheel is a turn indicator (what we colloquially call a “blinker”) then you should Not. Be. On. The Highway. Plus, those signs? The ones with the “Speed Limit” generally followed by a number? Yeah, on the highway you should be trying to maintain at least somewhat near that speed. If not, get the fuckety-fuck out of the way.

It took me fifteen minutes to get from The Girl’s school (near the Parmer/McNeil area) to where Anderson Mill turns onto 620. It took me another twenty minutes to get from 620 down to 2222. Basically, my normally 30 minute (tops!) commute went for 40 minutes today. I know that ten extra minutes aren’t that much in the scheme of life. But I spent them sitting behind idiots and I will never get them back. *grumbles*