Yay for Geoff!
My friend Geoff said he’s coming to visit the cat ranch! Yay for Geoff! No date as of yet, he said he’d keep me posted once he was able to “coordinate his schedule at home”. What a guy.
My friend Geoff said he’s coming to visit the cat ranch! Yay for Geoff! No date as of yet, he said he’d keep me posted once he was able to “coordinate his schedule at home”. What a guy.
Found on CNN:
“You can elect Bush, Kerry or Satan himself, it doesn’t matter to us,” he (Ayman al-Zawahiri) said. “What’s important to us is the U.S. policies toward Muslims.”
I was under the impression we did elect Satan. But that could just be me. Maybe al-Zawahiri didn’t get that memo.
And W’s policies towards Muslims aren’t going to change in the next four years, so I’m thankful I don’t live in a big big city.
Thank god four years isn’t forever.
“When I grow up I want a cowboy/With dust all over his jeans….”
Kasey Chambers is amazing. Check out her website, she has an amazing voice. I heard her on Prarie Home Companion a couple of weeks ago, while I was driving to Ric’s. Pony is such a great song.
Please listen, it’ll be worth it, I promise.
So I just found out that my friend Geoff’s mom still packs his lunch every day. Oh my gosh, how cute is that? He’s 22, this man. So I told him he probably shouldn’t tell his lady love (who happens to be in Australia until the end of December) that ever, not ever.
But I’m not dating him, so it’s still kinda cute in a sad kinda way.
So I went on a Vin Diesel movie buying spree this past week, starting with Chronicles of Riddick. It was a fabulous action movie. Really. So I wanted to get the first one, Pitch Black. Also good, but a much different tone. So on Friday night, after my family Thankgiving with Cheryl and Co., I went to Best Buy figuring that on Black Friday, they’re bound to have some good deals and they’re also most likely to have Pitch Black. So I walk in, and corner this chick who looked to be about a biscut older than 12, in the CD section. I ask her to help me. She comes over to where I had been looking, unable to find Pitch Black, and she can’t find it either. Ok, that’s legitimate. Four eyes are better than two. So we go to the computer. “Is it one word or two?” She’s never heard of this movie. For this she should be beaten. So I tell her, it’s two. She still can’t find it. So this guy, who saw me rolling my eyes because this girl obviously had no idea about action movies whatsoever, came over and asked me what the deal was. So I explained, and he replied “No, we don’t carry that here, sorry.” So I head to blockbuster, thinking, where do they sell movies? At a movie store! So Blockbuster doesn’t have it either. So on to my friendly neighborhood VideoShowplace, and suprise suprise, they don’t carry it either. So, totally defeated, I went home, sad and without Pitch Black.
So Saturday morning I got up and decided to hit Walmart, thinking, it’s not the mall and they really do have obscure movies sometimes. So I corner a guy this time, first, and plead “Please help me! I’m looking for Pitch Black and I can’t find it on the shelves, can you help me? Can you look for it in a computer?” He turns to me and says “We have that, come with me”. Praise Jesus! So I get it, and am happy. I tell him that he just performed a miracle and made my day, and that they’re much better than Best Buy. He told me “I know that, that’s why I work here.”
Yay for Walmart!
There really isn’t much more to say about it, honestly. He’s the most beautiful man on God’s green earth, I do believe. I bought the Chronicles of Riddick and Pitch Black this week, and boy, does he make my heart go pitter-pat.
Yessiree!
Wisdom teeth really stink. I was all set for a night of extreme debauchery and mischeif with Geoff in Georgetown over the weekend, and what did I get? Tooth pain! My wisdom teeth (which showed a suprising lack of wisdom by showing up on Friday night) made their less than stunning debut while Geoff and I caught up with Kay, our EU professor from college. So Saturday morning I got up and couldn’t eat. Gross. So I ended up leaving the simulation early (I really did have a great time, it was WONDERFUL seeing Geoff and Kay) and went to Cheryls and made cookies with Erica, Cheryl and the pups. Erica and I went out for dinner with her friend Karen, and I ended up scoring some contraband percocet by being extremely pitiful while we played Simpsons Hit and Run.
So the damn things are coming out tomorrow morning. Take that, awful teeth. So there. And, I got a real prescription for percocet. So now I’m highly narcotically medicated the legal way.
So on the way to work this morning, I notice that traffic (yes, traffic) on Gender Rd was backed up. For those of you that know where I work or have even taken me there, you know that I work on a little used road. No one knows this road exists. So traffic was startiling. Then I realize it was a work crew picking up trash and election signs on the side of the road. So while passing them, I see that most of these guys are wearing their government regulation neon blue pants below their hips. So these guys that are doing this work on a prison sentance are trying to look cool by wearing their neon blue pants below their boxers. Oh, good grief.
Um, yeah, so I thought Daredevil’s main squeeze died. But no, she’s turned into a master of yoga who can sort of see into the future. But only sometimes, to a limited degree. Right. And, apparently she can kill people by looking at them. I think they need to get a new screenwriter who doesn’t have dissociative personality disorder, and figure out one angle for her to use. Perhaps a yoga master that can see into the future with no ability to kill people by looking at them. Who knows. And, will Daredevil return? Or, will they have killed him off by drowning him in his bedtime waterlogged coffin?
Perhaps they should actually read the comic before producing it.
So I posted last week sometime about my new wonder vet Dr. MacGregor and how much I adore him. It was a great post, oscar worthy. Blogger ate it. I looked today, and it dissappeared!
So I still adore Dr. MacGregor, he prescribed Toby steroids! So he can get big and strong and fight for kitty rights across the wide open plains. Well, no, not really. He prescribed prednisone so Toby’d stop scratching up his burn. But now Toby has turned into quite the little thug here at the Bek ranchette. He’s been dive bombing Ansel and Patrick and taking chunks of fur right out of them. It’s actually kind of funny.
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