tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71417779587334760932011-08-15T15:50:03.046-04:00“I love talking about nothing. It is the only thing I know anything about."Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.comBlogger2321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-85890926130872064142010-11-17T11:40:00.000-05:002010-11-17T11:40:53.250-05:00

I know I complain a lot about how boring and brain-shrinkingly awful my job is, but I think this is a new level of sadness. The window nearest to my cube (but not visible from my desk) looks out onto the back driveway of my building.  This is where the dumpster is located.  Here is the sad part: The people in the aisle next to the window get all aflutter when the trash truck arrives to empty the

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-22385910301947519662010-11-11T11:17:00.000-05:002010-11-11T11:17:45.349-05:00

Science lesson time. Polyethylene glycol is not the same ingredient that is in antifreeze.  That is ethylene glycol. Write that down in your copybooks, people.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-8389879111896610072010-11-01T11:59:00.000-04:002010-11-01T11:59:20.033-04:00

A couple of weeks ago, JR sent me a link to an article about the use of apple cider vinegar as a weight-loss tool.  As I am using valuable company time/resources to write this, and not my netbook, I do not have the link to the study.  Nutshell: 175 obese Japanese men drank either no vinegar in 500mL, 15mL in 500mL of water, or 30mL in 500mL of water after breakfast and dinner for 12 weeks. 

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-92015119998337938662010-09-27T13:06:00.000-04:002010-09-27T13:06:40.055-04:00

That's right, folks.  It is time for another crap movie review.  This time we will be learning about Shark Attack in the Mediterranean, aka Shark Alarm. This fine example of German cinema takes place in Majorca.  You can tell it was a crap movie in German, and the truly pitiful English dub track only makes things that much worse(better). There is a legend, a revenge arc, a rebellious daughter,

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-18740961839957667862010-08-06T18:27:00.003-04:002010-08-06T18:33:09.099-04:00

I have made mention of my most favoritest boss ever, Stoneface, many times on this blog.  Usually I am commenting on his fascination with sandwiches; his inability to have a conversation with me that doesn't involve food, or how I take my coffee; his delicate feelings; his alcoholism.  This is something a little different.  I now have photographic evidence of the bizarre world that Stoneface

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-89403711569086779842010-07-30T11:18:00.003-04:002010-07-30T11:59:07.594-04:00

University City Dining Days was July 15-29.  In keeping with my history of procrastination, BB and I went on the last night to Distrito, one of Jose Garces' places. Forgive me in advance for not adding accent marks to the Spanish.  I'm just not that kind of motivated. I should have had an inkling of what to expect after viewing the website's primary color scheme, but I wasn't prepared for the

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-40561833204393098642010-07-21T10:41:00.001-04:002010-07-21T10:41:25.381-04:00

I was listening to BBC News this morning on my local NPR station and heard a crazy story. People lie all the time to get laid - this is not new information to most people.  If I wear a padded bra and have sex with some dude, can he say it was rape because he wouldn't have boned me if he knew my true cup size?  Or what if I used to be a man?  Or a man who used to be a woman?  Or any lie at all

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-10186511876082566762010-07-13T16:57:00.000-04:002010-07-13T16:57:33.560-04:00

They have been doing a fair amount of construction around my desk recently, and today they laid down industrial Saran Wrap to protect the carpets.  The reason this is awesome?  Because there are air pockets between the layers and walking across it is like walking on bubble wrap.  Poppoppop.  Fantastic.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-77963841032269276232010-07-12T11:16:00.000-04:002010-07-12T11:16:46.356-04:00

BB and I got cleaned up for a visit to Elements on Saturday night.  We were smack-dab on time, but still had to wait a few minutes for our table.  And those tables are oddly wide, or long, depending on how you want to look at it.  I felt like they could have been shorter by about 4 inches, especially since the noise level was a bit high.  Not an intimate place to have a meal, but the space was

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-57090220030196457722010-06-23T12:30:00.002-04:002010-06-23T12:31:44.833-04:00

Do you enjoy wildly implausible situations?  Does it make you happy to hear Liam Neeson strive mightily to suppress his Irish accent?  Do you love it when a plan comes together?  Then The A-Team is the movie for you!  As always, spoilers may lie within. The extended opening credits introduces you to the members of The A-Team: Hannibal (Neeson), B.A. (Jackson), Face (Cooper), and Murdock (Copely)

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-62450874084989547662010-06-10T08:43:00.000-04:002010-06-10T08:43:46.987-04:00

Sometimes doing the right thing isn't the smart thing...or do I mean that the other way around? I was pretty pooped last night after finishing up Grave of the Fireflies (very, very sad).  I kind of wanted to go for a walk to clear my head, but the weather was conspiring against me.  Instead, I decided to make what I thought what a smart decision - I was going to go to bed before midnight. 

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-38116006278627577372010-06-03T12:47:00.000-04:002010-06-03T12:47:35.666-04:00

We got a relatively early start on Monday morning.  The only (minor) snafu was us forgetting the cooler in the room.  JR had to run back and get it. Our first planned stop was the Bewitched statue in Salem.  JR took lots of pictures of our roadside attraction stops and I will link to her blog once she has them posted.  For now, you are going to have to rely on my powers of description.  Sorry. 

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-54236296493201776822010-06-01T10:27:00.002-04:002010-06-01T12:29:45.506-04:00

Instead of playing extreme croquet and eating too much Mennonite meat this Memorial Day weekend, JR and I went up to Danvers, Mass for my friend Brian's wedding.  I've known Brian since high school; and he, JR and I used to get into small amounts of trouble together.  Nothing too exciting, really; mostly hiding from the cops in Playwicki Park. There wasn't any room in the schedule on the trip up

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-84918421728767949872010-05-19T11:39:00.003-04:002010-06-01T12:43:03.500-04:00

I've been at work for less than an hour, and I already don't feel like doing much of anything work-related.  Good thing I have Preacher. New Boy (NB) brought over a scan of Preacher for me, and as I suspected, it is not much fun to read on my netbook.  Then, an idea occurred to me: Why not load a volume on a flash drive and bring it to work?  Try not to be blinded by the light bulb shining over

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-67653763863942720222010-05-14T18:27:00.001-04:002010-06-01T12:41:39.369-04:00

After weeks, nay months, of speculation, my program was moved over to the newer section of the building.  You're probably thinking that this isn't such a big deal, but moving sucks.  Not only did I have to get 3 years worth of accumulated junk into my new, smaller, drawers, I also had to move my coworker's junk.  And she had a LOT of junk.  Plus the moving was sweaty work and I have a date

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-63752598886718692772010-05-10T15:53:00.001-04:002010-05-10T15:54:27.611-04:00

Today has been great for my ego. On Saturday, I cut off a huge length of hair for Locks of Love.  It's a ten inch minimum, so I was anticipating some seriously short hair.  Apparently, I am a terrible judge of that sort of thing, because my hair is no where near as short as I thought it would be.  I can still pull it back - which is a big deal for me.  There's only so long I can deal with it

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-84680113465411657762010-05-07T14:28:00.001-04:002010-06-01T12:38:58.370-04:00

Went to see The Losers last night with the new boy.  I had read several reviews of the movie that said it was your basic blow-shit-up flick, which we all know is my favorite kind.  Oh, spoiler warning, just in case. In the interest of full disclosure, I don't know the source material at all, so I can't comment on how faithful the movie was. There is no clear reason why these fellas are "The

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-47679835919277055152010-05-03T10:52:00.001-04:002010-05-03T10:53:45.624-04:00

This is not good news.  And while I don't work for JnJ, I do deal with calls for a leading generics manufacturer.  You would think that one has nothing to do with the other, but you would be oh-so-wrong. See, people can't seem to distinguish between a name brand product that has been recalled and a generic product that has not.  This means that oodles of panicky individuals will be bombarding

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-65535607579707918492010-04-29T10:48:00.001-04:002010-04-29T10:49:25.362-04:00

The (potential) job: still haven't heard anything. The boy: still talking regularly, and are planning to get together this weekend . The boy cat: home from the vet and feeling much abused and prone to vapors (actually, that's fairly typical...the vapors, not the abuse). The orchid: flower is in full bloom. The (current) job: still boring, mind-numbing, pointless, and so on.  Though, that must

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-71304936504492373402010-04-27T09:26:00.004-04:002010-04-27T09:28:59.085-04:00

That handsome fellow up there is Tiberius.  Ti is my parents' cat and he shares a characteristic with Hank Hill.  So poor Ti is at the emergency vet with a tube in a sensitive place.  I'm sorry to say that he is probably going to have a procedure to correct the issue.  No one wants to have their cat (or any pet, I suppose) die for an inability to pee.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-90787101022548693132010-04-24T10:35:00.002-04:002010-04-24T10:41:52.602-04:00

You see that? That, my friends, is proof that I don't kill every plant thing I own. That there is the first of Phaedra's new blooms and I couldn't be happier. You can see a smaller bud to the left, and there are a couple more spots that look promising. I am cautiously optimistic about her future.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-19885500709790974972010-04-23T12:38:00.003-04:002010-06-01T12:36:10.375-04:00

I found out today that I am going to be moving into the other building at work. At first, it sounded it was going to be just me and Jodi (my crazy as a loon project coordinator who doesn't really do ANYTHING on my project except occasionally go to FLA for conferences) and two other girls who are (tangentially) related to my project. It's a good thing I'm in a good mood today, or there could have

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-26206367978422533402010-04-23T12:18:00.004-04:002010-04-23T12:37:13.091-04:00

I am having a little bit of difficulty figuring out how to start with my date report because nothing insanely exciting happened. Which is a good thing, because the last date I was on (remember, back in April of 2009?) went well and then I got shafted. I decided that I'm going to be way more laid back about things this time.We met for dinner at Isaac's. It was a good halfway point and the food is

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-26603429111084585312010-04-21T17:07:00.002-04:002010-04-21T17:09:09.924-04:00

Teeheeheeheeheeeeeeeeeeeeeee.It's amazing how two small things can make me super happy.Thing One: I have a date tomorrow night. I'm sure I'll do a postmortem on Friday.Thing Two: I have a job interview on Monday! Yay!That is all.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-73814447600486132822010-04-16T12:18:00.005-04:002010-06-01T12:33:58.627-04:00

Last night was Wawa and crappy movie night. Wawa was up to its usual standards. The movie, well, that was a new level of crapiness. We watched Mortal Passions. Side note: there really should be a separate category under "Free Movies" in the On Demand section. Something called "Crappy Movies that are Crap" might work. Back to the movie. The premise of the movie is this: money-grubbing, cheating

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-32783657754655669422010-04-14T11:33:00.016-04:002010-04-15T10:45:01.026-04:00

This is my third attempt at this Doctor Who-related post and I'm really hoping that it works out OK.Anyone who is the right kind of nerd knows that Matt Smith began his tenure as the 11th Doctor a few weeks ago. Well, nerds who are torrenters do. Law-abiding nerds are still waiting for the April 17th BBC America premiere. Being the more impatient sort, I and some friends were good to go the

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-50438724068637034712010-04-05T17:15:00.002-04:002010-04-05T17:19:42.536-04:00

According to a rambling voicemal I had to transcribe, 6% of people are vegetarians. According to this, it's more like 3%. This is just one example of the bits of "knowledge" I pick up in the course of my day.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-6406149831509995842010-04-05T11:35:00.004-04:002010-06-02T09:42:23.109-04:00

If I were the type to believe in signs and portents, I would have gone right back to bed after getting a mouthful of spoiled milk with my Cheerios. Blech. And don't give me any crap about not sniffing the milk. It has been a long time since I have had a carton of milk long enough to worry about spoilage. Plus, it really seems like organic milk has a longer shelf-life after opening. Regardless,

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-6779019051260792462010-03-23T20:00:00.005-04:002010-03-23T20:10:05.983-04:00

My credit history is what a person could call spotty. Had a bad run of it a couple years back, blah blah, excuse excuse. It's a wonder they let me buy a car at all (which is a year closer to being mine!). Anyway, I've been chipping away at the debt and trying to get shit cleaned up. I would like to buy a house one day and it would be ever-so nice if my picture wasn't hanging in every mortgage

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-73272315431758384092010-03-23T17:41:00.004-04:002010-03-23T17:55:20.170-04:00

Four people in the last 5 or so days have commented on my weight - in a good way. For the record, I haven't lost any weight recently. At least, that's according to the scale and my ego-crushing Wii. Whatever the cause, it's nice to hear. I think I got the comment today because, for once, I'm wearing nothing remotely baggy. And my ensemble is all black, which everyone knows knocks about 5lbs off.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-75274326864052249552010-03-13T13:10:00.008-05:002010-06-02T09:45:15.656-04:00

There's nothing like the first day home from vacation. Piles of laundry, piles of cat puke, buckets of rain. OK, perhaps I'm exaggerating a tiny bit - there was only one pile of puke. Stupid sensitive male cats. For those of you not in the know, I spent the last week traveling to, skiing in, and traveling back from Sunday River. That's in Maine, in case you didn't feel like doing a Google search

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-69858980683116661842010-02-22T11:11:00.004-05:002010-02-22T11:37:38.118-05:00

If you refer back to an older post, this will make more sense. On the way to work this morning, I saw a Pepto-colored Nissan 280(?). There was a number in the upper corner of the windshield, so I would assume that it was once some sort of fleet vehicle, but what company, besides the one that makes Pepto, would have Pepto-colored cars? Maybe it was the second pink Horseman of the Apocalypse?I

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-24932256570791504942010-02-19T14:26:00.003-05:002010-02-19T15:08:54.712-05:00

A few of us at work ordered from PF Chang's today. I have to give them props for giving you the option to order online. There's never any argument about who is placing the order when it only involves clicking. In case you were wondering, I did the ordering. And now I'm signed up for sundry coupons and exciting PF Chang's news.This was my first PF Chang's experience. I ordered the salmon

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-19340105409052787962010-02-18T08:19:00.003-05:002010-02-18T08:41:17.829-05:00

There is something wrong with me (shut up). I have never considered myself an especially patriotic person, or the type to get overly emotionally involved in sports (the exception being my never-quite-good-enough Eagles). Imagine my surprise when I found myself getting all choked up when Lindsay Vonn won her damn gold medal. This wouldn't be such a big deal, but I'm finding this weird emotional

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-66800271651138194142010-02-11T09:04:00.007-05:002010-02-11T09:37:58.625-05:00

Yep, that's my little car, buried in the snow. That path you see? Yeah, I forged that at 6:30 this morning with only my legs and determination, fueled by coffee. That phallic-looking thing in the foreground is the support post for a wild rose plant outside my bedroom window. The plant always had a tendency to lean, but I'm afraid it's never coming back from this.I was going to do the right

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-67708781974461793192010-02-08T14:46:00.004-05:002010-02-08T15:09:54.156-05:00

As you may be aware of, the East Coast got hit with a fairly bad snowstorm this past weekend - and they are saying that we are due for more. Yay. I'm a snow is only for skiing kind of person, especially since my apartment complex is pretty terrible about clearing the parking lot. Really though, that isn't the worst part. The worst part is that a large percentage of my coworkers can't seem to find

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-61369001480871238242010-02-01T14:52:00.002-05:002010-02-01T14:56:58.241-05:00

Or does the idea of having sex while dealing with a yeast infection sound completely unsexy? Even using a 1-day treatment, I probably wouldn't feel fully comfortable having dick in me until all the squish and mess was cleared up. And speaking on behalf of the fellas, I can't imagine that the idea of having your little soldier inside the quarantine zone would make for a long-lasting session. I

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-1382277130961494572010-01-28T10:38:00.003-05:002010-01-28T10:47:09.111-05:00

I was perusing the Google News feed this a.m. and I came across this article about a baby born without any ocular tissue at all. The part that got me wasn't that the mom was 15 (pfft, babies having babies - old news, but rather the following line from the article: "Brielle was born without any eye tissue at all, a condition called anophthalmia that leaves a person irrevocably blind."Can I get a

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-19209248561430968592010-01-28T08:51:00.003-05:002010-01-28T09:05:50.624-05:00

Someone please explain this new Google Docs thing to me.It used to be that when you wanted to open a new document, you clicked on "Create New" and there was a drop down menu with options for "documents", "spreadsheets", etc. Now you click and get "From template..." WTF Google? Now I have to choose from dozens, nay, hundreds of Google and user generated templates? When all I want to do is bang out

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-35620726556858934562010-01-20T12:25:00.003-05:002010-01-20T13:08:49.119-05:00

Well, the car stuff has been all wrapped up and thankfully, there is a happy ending. Here's the rundown:I did get to pick up my car on Monday. The work looked great (Team Toyota body shop) and they armor-all'd my tires - shiny. The small amount of crap that I had left in my car was crammed behind the driver's seat, but it had to go somewhere, right? The inside smelled (still smells a bit) of

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-57567736851143942062010-01-18T11:03:00.003-05:002010-01-18T11:22:24.971-05:00

As anyone with a calendar knows, today is MLK, Jr Day. A day for reflecting upon the strides that were made by one great man and the people who believed in him. A day to remember how hatred can cut a life short. A day...ah, who am I kidding? For most people, today is simply another day not to have work or school. Alas, I am not one of those people. The perils of working in the medical field

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-4036685793912636512010-01-11T13:15:00.001-05:002010-01-11T13:17:09.060-05:00

boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored. boredboredbored. bored.That is all.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-40418086784033755022010-01-05T16:11:00.004-05:002010-01-05T16:48:28.595-05:00

I gotta hand it to GEICO. Once they got my claim to the correct department, everything happened quick enough. I get to take my car in tomorrow morning, and with any luck, will have it back before too long (dare I hope for the weekend?). I still have to pay the deductible, but that's definitely better than paying for the whole shebang. Poor Roger. Who thought he'd need cosmetic work at so young an

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-69339157042732142002009-12-31T10:37:00.003-05:002009-12-31T11:41:37.689-05:00

If I haven't said this before, let me say this: I do not like New Year's Eve/Day. I've had some crummy New Year's experiences, so I decided a long time back not to bother with any sort of enforced merriment. I'm perfectly OK with chilling at home, maybe having a drink, and forgetting what day it is. Last year, I got so wrapped up in my book that midnight passed me right by - and good riddance.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-59164428226977183932009-12-28T13:55:00.003-05:002009-12-28T14:02:04.469-05:00

This post doesn't really have anything specifically to do with the holidays, but I figured I had enough posts that are titled "Something Randomness". Just trying to mix it up a bit.Let's get the holiday bit out of the way. I noticed a bunch of people/articles in the paper about how the true meaning of Christmas has been lost. In my opinion, this is only an issue if you believe in the whole

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-65015771433792648252009-12-15T17:07:00.003-05:002009-12-15T17:14:50.042-05:00

I didn't get the position I tried for. Some bullshit about not seeming as if I felt like I was the right person for the job. Dudes, I thought I was the only person for the job. It would seem that my cocky is another person's nervous or uncertain. I'm gonna have to go into my next interview with a sign over my head flashing "She's the shit! Hire her!" and a one-man band following behind.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-38134630090688523262009-12-10T13:15:00.005-05:002009-12-10T13:27:31.771-05:00

The streak is over. I am sick for the first time in about 3 years. I tried to convince myself I was just a little runny because I forgot my allergy meds. Sadly, my repeated denials cannot change reality. I have a cold. And it's all LaLa's fault for coming over when he was sick and boogering near me.I've been getting progressively loopier as the day goes on, but I'm trying to tough it out. Not

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-30646722811294919452009-12-09T14:11:00.002-05:002009-12-09T14:15:03.188-05:00

To the Goody hair people:I think having a rubberized headband is a great idea. Adding "33%" more hold? Also a fine idea...in theory. More hold is only a good thing if the stinking headband actually makes contact with my head. In order for the headband to effectively restrain my mane, I have to clip it and resize it. And trust me, I do not have an abnormally small head. Maybe your next

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-54263145498564401492009-12-04T10:48:00.002-05:002009-12-04T11:00:46.507-05:00

So, ah, yeah...I managed to blow through $600 right quick. I'm sort of appalled, but at the same time, I don't really care because I didn't blow it on frivolity (entirely) and I love to buy people presents, so I can't feel bad about that. I was somewhat responsible and paid bills too, but things are still going to be the same kind of tight they would have been if I hadn't gotten the extra dough

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-83891880942198044572009-12-03T14:41:00.003-05:002009-12-03T14:56:09.182-05:00

December is normally a pretty good month for me. I've always been a sucker for Christmas (minus all the crappy Christmas music), it's my birthday, it's finally getting that chill in the air (I like the first frost but that's about it)...all good stuff. This December is shaping up pretty darn good so far.1) I got that gov't stimulus check that I was supposed to get last year. $600 in my pocket!

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-34617320261719084742009-11-23T10:54:00.002-05:002009-11-23T11:16:01.024-05:00

Jeff was born on a moonless night in 1996. Thirteen years later, he learned that he would need to go on a long and difficult journey to save all of mankind from a horrible future of enslavement by aliens. On this journey he encountered his newly discovered arch-nemesis and they fought. Jeff was bruised and bloody but never broken. His arch-nemesis tried many crafty tactics to bring about

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Another entry for the "Why it's easier to eat crap" list.The vending machine at work recently added cans of V-8, for 20 cents more than a soda. If you want to encourage people to eat/drink healthy, wouldn't it make more sense to...zzzzzzzzzzzzz. Sorry, I just bored myself with all the obvious-stating.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-9029451378554002702009-11-12T09:36:00.004-05:002009-11-12T09:49:17.730-05:00

Some people have a knack for finding the perfect gift. Others have a seemingly innate ability to always find a twofer deal on Triscuits. Then there are the people who can go to a city and find a fantastic restaurant. All of those skills? gifts? talents? would be wonderful to have. Unfortunately for me, I do not possess anything of the sort. No, my knack is far less useful, and far more

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-72987711644712116002009-11-10T11:30:00.003-05:002009-11-10T11:33:48.103-05:00

I'm fucking psychic. I was making dinner last night and getting ready to watch House. (Spoilers ahead) I had a random thought: What if they brought back the private detective guy from the beginning of last season? Wouldn't that be something?And BANG! There he was, in Cuddy's hotel room, just when House was attempting to be a good guy and offering to babysit.So either I'm psychic, or I should

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-53523255359992063592009-11-05T13:28:00.003-05:002009-11-05T13:32:10.056-05:00

Am I the only person who makes an effort to make lots of noise when I'm in the bathroom and I KNOW there is someone in there trying to take a dump? Because we all know that no one wants to hear us farting and grunting, regardless of the fact that every -body -thing, poops. And there's nothing so uncomfortable as trying to pinch it off when someone enters the restroom. By making lots of noise,

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-2034724881842055282009-11-03T16:30:00.003-05:002009-11-03T16:38:44.668-05:00

It is true what they (of ubiquity) say - hate is difficult to sustain. It takes an enormous amount of energy to maintain a consistent level of bile and most people, myself included, aren't up for the effort.The reason I bring this up is because I realized that over the past couple of weeks, I don't get the same instantaneous, acidy, lip-curling reaction I used to get when having to deal with

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-55441042138146895072009-11-03T10:44:00.004-05:002009-11-03T11:16:57.652-05:00

My friends and I enjoy watching crappy movies. One example: Christmas Evil. Another example: Killing Me Softly, a fantastically awful movie starring Heather Graham and Joseph Fiennes (the one who ISN'T Voldemort). I'm not going to deliver an in-depth plot synopsis here, but I did want to address a user comment/review I read on IMDB. There are a surprising amount, but the one I wanted to

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-6916203442306852192009-10-29T09:17:00.005-04:002009-10-29T09:40:40.409-04:00

I just deleted a dumb post about pooping at work. I swear it seemed clever (for a poop post anyway), but after banging out two paragraphs, I realized that it was NOT clever. It would seem that I lost the point between conceiving of it in the bathroom (I wasn't the one pooping) and getting back to my desk and opening up Blogger. Instead, I'll post another one of my short stories. This one has a

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-63756308568791380352009-10-28T12:53:00.004-04:002009-10-28T12:59:23.353-04:00

Because I have enough ego to believe that people want to read my stuff, I'm going to be posting some of my short, short fiction. This first piece, which I know many of my 3 readers have already read, is one I submitted to a contest on NPR. I didn't win. Or place. That doesn't mean it wasn't good though.The nurse left work at five o’clock. As he was walking out the ER doors, a tall man rushed

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-33396275848605282282009-10-27T11:16:00.003-04:002009-10-27T17:53:49.869-04:00

It can't be a good sign when you get all excited about a program you use adding a "save & exit" option. And by you, I mean me. This seems wrong somehow. It is much more convenient, though.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-88864712154620714112009-10-26T13:27:00.006-04:002009-10-26T13:59:30.215-04:00

I already covered the Ferris wheel, so here's a summary of the other non-food related things we did in Chicago.Learned (sorta) to take the El. It doesn't work the same way as MTA. It's actually much simpler, but we still managed to take the wrong train a couple of times. My dad had some minor hissy fits, but it all worked out fine.Went to Shedd Aquarium and saw a super corny show with a sea lion,

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-18420152619521276522009-10-26T13:06:00.002-04:002009-10-26T13:27:05.884-04:00

I'm sure everyone is rather bored with foodie talk, so I'm going to wrap it up.Friday dinner was at a vegetarian place called the Green Zebra. I was sad that the decor did not reflect the name at all. Mostly bamboo and cream colored walls. Nice subdued lighting and a not intolerable noise level. Started off with a cocktail called "tea blossom". Tea-infused vodka, lemony junk - very tasty.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-9270750061004077772009-10-23T10:38:00.003-04:002010-01-04T11:42:34.682-05:00

If you are looking for an unbearably hip, "we want to be west coast", allow me to chop up your endive salad type of place - go to Blackbird.The place was packed. The space is narrow and austere; nothing at all on the walls besides paint. There is a banquette along one wall with far too many tables lined up along it. And they were full. There is a short bar directly to your right when you come in

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-35411319795527922112009-10-22T18:46:00.006-04:002009-10-22T19:25:10.001-04:00

That dark picture over there is Sepia, the restaurant we ate at last night. Despite being about 8 minutes late for our reservation, we still had to wait a bit for the table. We went to the small lounge/bar area. My mom ordered some drink with ginger beer in it, and my dad got a pink concoction with gin in it somewhere. I stuck with a glass of Syrah.After about 10 min, our table was ready and

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-2424749899070050732009-10-22T13:24:00.005-04:002009-10-22T18:46:09.548-04:00

My mom managed to coerce my dad, who has a dislike of heights, into taking a ride on the Ferris wheel at the Navy Pier. It was a cloudy-ish afternoon, so the pictures aren't fantastic, but I think I did OK. Especially considering I took them with my phone.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-13741963471334992152009-10-16T16:07:00.002-04:002009-10-16T16:21:40.140-04:00

A funny and mildly disgusting thing happened at work today. For some reason, I decided to leave my hair down for a while. Don't quite know why. I wasn't even thinking about turning it into one of my little social experiments, a la the make-up experiment. Regardless of my reasons, I of course got some reactions since I leave my hair down about as often as, well, I just don't.There I was,

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-16327062036443786682009-10-14T11:32:00.002-04:002009-10-14T12:01:24.194-04:00

We all know that I'm not the most business-like person on the planet. I don't wear suits and heels, my language isn't always on point, but for the most part I comport myself as a reasonable facsimile of a responsible, level-headed adult. Not so for some of my coworkers.Last night, I was sitting quietly at my desk, reading my Iain M. Banks, when I heard agitated squawking coming from the row

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-16123670350336454692009-10-05T10:44:00.005-04:002009-10-05T11:08:44.149-04:00

I have a new feeling of terror. It blossomed on Saturday night when my dad approached me, hand held out. He shook my hand and proclaimed, "You are the proud owner of an orchid."Well shit.This is my orchid, Phaedra. Isn't she lovely? I won her at the silent auction portion of the Blue Moon auction (benefits Planned Parenthood). I was so taken by her bold pink blooms and broad green leaves; I

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-13950075009950103982009-09-29T13:18:00.003-04:002009-09-29T17:18:49.582-04:00

I wore a skirt to work yesterday. Nothing fancy; just a plain black skirt that hit me an inch or so below the knee. From the reactions of some of my coworkers, you would have thought that I was wearing a shiny leather micro mini with hooker heels. Anyway, in the spirit of my sociological forefathers and mothers, I decided to run a little experiment today. Depending on my observations, I could

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-35726181088990654162009-09-25T10:29:00.002-04:002009-09-25T11:07:23.972-04:00

I was watching Wicked Attraction with a friend last night when I happen to look over at my cat. He was still very still in front of my hallway closet."Are you peeing?"He glances at me and looks away. He doesn't move."Are you fucking peeing?!"He doesn't move.I go charging over to him and he flees away across the living room. I crouch down."Did he pee?" asks my friend.I extend a trembling finger to

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-58664173779978300932009-09-22T10:51:00.002-04:002009-09-22T11:03:03.141-04:00

I'm sorry, company that provides me with employment. I never should have said that you don't care about your employees. You have proved to me that you have a conscience and I am ever so sorry to have doubted you.Behold, my friends: The company-branded mug, with company mandated lid! (pic to follow) It doesn't slice, it doesn't dice, but it will insure that there will be a line of people

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-49207697106558679362009-09-14T11:09:00.003-04:002009-09-14T11:38:04.624-04:00

I try to be a good person - Stop laughing! Seriously, stop! OK fine, I'll wait until you're done...Better? Good.Anyway, I was at the light at Red Lion and Philmont this morning and there was a car in the left-hand turn lane. I notice the passenger crane his head around and, dammit, I should have been looking in the other direction. The passenger makes the universal sign for "I'm a dickhead

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-60969462318826979952009-09-08T11:30:00.003-04:002009-09-08T11:52:47.753-04:00

(Did you read the title in a British accent? No? Go back and try that. Pretty cool, huh? Hey, leave me alone. I'm coming off of a really long weekend.)Exciting news on the cheap gas and made-to-order sandwich front. There is now a gas-station Wawa around the corner from me on Bustleton. Which is fantastic because my car loooooves Wawa gas. And it can be right on my way to work. Until

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-42874074914362338012009-08-20T15:56:00.003-04:002009-08-20T16:00:22.701-04:00

You had to call the drug company to find out how many teaspoons are in two tablespoons? Have you heard of the internet?Also, I weep for the future. I was in the bathroom last night at the movie theater and there were two teenage girls who could not figure out how to operate the towel dispenser. Dispensers that say to turn the wheel if no paper is hanging out. Can you read? Please don't breed.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-28692468728849121482009-08-14T17:56:00.003-04:002009-08-14T17:59:17.324-04:00

Not that I would EVER use company resources to do so, but I have been reading these two webcomics. Both are very good and you should read them too.Sin TituloTemplar, AZ

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-47623077757937055822009-08-13T12:53:00.003-04:002009-08-13T13:06:38.746-04:00

For the record, Dave and Buster's has some of the foulest smelling bathrooms ever. And why, for the love of gender neutrality, is the womens' potty painted the color of Pepto? I think I have permanent retinal damage. I also learned that squatting/hovering when you pee can lead to bladder problems later on in life; something called Old Lady Bladder (or similar). It would seem that your bladder

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-32655605935792003462009-08-12T13:58:00.006-04:002009-08-12T14:44:39.511-04:00

Ever want to talk to a perfect stranger? And you don't even have the safety of shared interests to fall back on? Omegle allows you to chat with random strangers all over the planet. Shockingly enough, there is a fairly high percentage of pervs and losers. I have one convo start off with "Omegle is required by law to tell you that you are chatting with a registered sex offender" or something very

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-85493606423851841052009-08-11T10:44:00.003-04:002009-08-11T11:11:59.491-04:00

This is another shout out to my cost-cutting place of employment. Thanks to their penny-pinching, I got coffee on my enrollment forms, my notepad, all over my desk, and I possibly left a trail of coffee droplets from the lunch room to my desk.If knowledge is power, then know this: GI Joe: The Rise of Cobra is not a good movie. I didn't even think it was bad enough to be cheesetastic. To spice

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-41759078866083168382009-08-04T12:22:00.004-04:002009-08-04T13:34:57.086-04:00

All right, I know this post isn't going to do much good, but I have to say something and the people at work are bored with my ranting (go figure).Acetaminophen, naproxen sodium, and ibuprofen do NOT contain aspirin. Aspirin contains aspirin.Thank you.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-31123206599157513892009-07-30T09:44:00.005-04:002009-07-30T09:58:56.343-04:00

You've probably seen some items in the news about how divorced or widowed people are more likely to have chronic health and/or mental health issues. And that remarriage doesn't mitigate all the effects this. I had so far avoided reading about this because I get all salty when studies are done about divorced women and they (the results of the study) invariably make it sound like divorced, or

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-12800607022076132962009-07-29T17:24:00.003-04:002009-07-29T17:28:35.454-04:00

Why not? Confession is good for the soul, right?I think I'm attracted to this kid at work because he kinda looks like Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter. Oy. Probably of an age, too. I'm gross.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-49915661187351924422009-07-28T14:02:00.005-04:002009-07-28T14:16:33.664-04:00

Please do not store Rolos in the same container as Dubble Bubble gum. It is an inharmonious mingling of flavors. Blech.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-76481274734457118202009-07-28T10:51:00.004-04:002009-07-28T11:14:04.515-04:00

During my lunch breaks I have been reading The Brain That Changes Itself. It's about neuroplasticity and it is seriously interesting. And it makes me want to learn how to knit, or foxtrot, or become a neurologist. OK, maybe I'm not going to do the last one, but learning about the brain and how it works and changes is pretty fucking cool.Sunday afternoon I took a trip to Barnes & Noble. Yes, I

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-4958784887030816752009-07-09T14:17:00.006-04:002009-07-16T10:17:01.249-04:00

I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night. I wasn't so excited about the movie that I had gotten tickets in advance; a friend* had an extra and asked if I wanted to go. Sure, why not?The theater was crowded, as expected. We got there early enough that we found seats together - I even got the aisle (my preferred seating if the theater is packed). Not that any of this is

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-31852030103480475932009-07-06T11:52:00.003-04:002009-07-06T11:56:58.295-04:00

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! FUCK!!! I fucking hate this place! I hate the people who whine when they don't get their way and I hate the people who think I don't already have work to do and I hate that I hate it and that it makes me angry! Fucking Princess and fucking Stoneface. I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. I wouldn't warn you if a bus were bearing down. Don't

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-50185685418316040852009-07-02T11:53:00.003-04:002009-07-02T12:09:35.597-04:00

It is a sad, sad day when the thing that generates the most excitement is a fire drill. The biggest differences between a drill at work and the ones I remember from school are that A) I can smoke while we are outside, and B) it doesn't matter who I stand with once I've checked in with my fire marshal.There is definitely a pre-holiday vibe happening today. Management generously (ha) allowed us to

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-45148688572670656882009-06-26T15:50:00.002-04:002009-06-26T15:53:36.411-04:00

The company I work for put a freeze on raises and bonuses for this years because of the economy. However, they are perfectly willing to shell out the cash for alcohol and sanitizing wipes, and for that hand sanitizer gel. They will gladly weaken our immune systems because there is a pandemic, but won't put up the cash for a cost of living raise. I don't even feel like I'm benefiting at all

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-28431226541493681142009-06-22T13:57:00.012-04:002009-06-22T14:36:53.147-04:00

I was putting off posting this story because I felt that it was the kind of thing that came off better in person. However, I'm not going to deny the rest of the world by restricting my stories to people I see on a semi-regular basis.We were on the subway heading uptown to the Guggenheim. My dad and I were sitting next to each other and my mom was across from us. The train was moderately crowded,

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I spent some time in NY this weekend. We stayed at the Millennium Hilton across the street from Ground Zero. Call me callous or lacking in national pride, but I didn't really have any feelings of loss or sorrow. I was amazed at the scope of the construction that is currently going on, but I didn't hear the screams of the dying as I looked down on the site. Plus the place was surrounded by people

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They are back. The terrible, lip-shredding, nearly impossible-to-lock, crappy, bane of my coffee-drinking existence lids.Boo.On a happier note, we are back on Coffee-Mate brand non dairy creamer. The no-brand stuff we had makes the not good work coffee an exercise in gag reflex control. It probably won't last, but I'll take my wins where I can get them.

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-2195954045505805812009-06-08T17:11:00.002-04:002009-06-08T17:14:00.459-04:00

Fantastic news! We have dome lids again. Which have a tendency to leak a bit if not put on just right. They aren't the same dome lids we had before, but it's still an improvement over the lip-shredding ones.Who says Mondays suck?

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I don't really have anything specific to write about...nothing new there. I guess the most exciting? interesting? good? news is that I'm starting to come out of the funk that has plagued me for the last six weeks. It's not that I haven't had my low points before; they just usually happen in the fall/winter months. I think this one hit harder because I'm used to being far cheerier (as far as

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It's the coffee cup lids here at work.We used to have the dome lids:Then, probably in order to save a few pennies, we switched to these lids: I hate them. (They aren't the brand pictured over there, so none of this hate is directed at Dixie) The lids are terrible. You are supposed to peel back the tab and lock the little nub into the divot. A divot that has only a passing resemblance to the nub.

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I'm always a little suspicious when I wake up on a Thursday and feel refreshed. Thursdays are usually a grind for me. My day starts 2hrs earlier than the rest of the work week but I rarely, if ever, go to bed any earlier Wednesday nights. This morning my alarm went off and I bolted out of bed. Perhaps it was the sunshiny nature of my bedroom that impelled me into panicked flight across the room

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-61343376087185954412009-05-19T11:16:00.004-04:002009-05-19T11:41:09.862-04:00

I have been in a huge scifi phase lately. It's been all about Banks, Simmons, Scalzi, Morgan. Crazy, complex societies and world-building. Vast stellar distances and technology to make the mind boggle. Give me light-years or give me nothing!Things were sloooooow at work yesterday and I was poking around in my desk to find someting to read. I uncovered a book my coworker had lent me months

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-46801754993614249072009-05-18T10:26:00.004-04:002009-05-18T11:00:26.497-04:00

Vomiting sun-dried tomatoes is really disconcerting.While I had a pretty good time Saturday, I'm not all about hanging out in a super crowded bar. It's barely even worth it for the people-watching. Miller Lite is not an acceptable alternative to my beloved Yuengling.Wearing my shell-tops Saturday night was the smartest idea I had all day. Maybe all week.Cursing in Spanish is not acceptable. I

Carrie Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790771019569833304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141777958733476093.post-78693709796865424322009-05-11T10:46:00.003-04:002009-05-11T11:41:58.707-04:00

Fellow nerds rejoice! The new Star Trek movie doesn't suck! Spoilers ahoy.I took in an 11pm screening of the movie Saturday night. I was accompanied by my pop, my gay-BFF and his boyf. And yes, I was one of approximately 10 girls in the theater. That's cool; I like being in the minority.Just a couple of points to address before I get into this: I was never an original Trekkie. My

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You know how you get a song, or a snippet of a song, stuck in your head? The same few words and notes circling around and around and around? Until you feel like your ears are going to bleed as your brain runs in clumpy streams from your nose? That sucks, right? At least when that happens you can sometime rid yourself of the earworm by listening to the song in question or by replacing it with

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Tell me, Joe, how relieved were you when you got work? When you knew you could text me and not have to lie about not coming up? Was it a huge weight off your shoulders? Did it alleviate the leaden feeling in your stomach? Perhaps I'm being naive in thinking you weren't lying about that. After all, I also believed that you'd tell me if you weren't interested and not just blow me off.All that

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I am done with LOLCats. I am done with the cutesy baby-talk, the invisible sandwiches, the ceiling cats, the weirdly inconsistent misspellings. Prime example: Why would "rigorous" be incorrect, but "quality" not? Wouldn't "qwality" make more sense? And how is "teh" in anyway like "the"? Oh yes, it's not!I'm not going to claim that my cats are the smartest beasts on this earth, but I sure as

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