2013

 

Pretty much.

Cystematic Design

I could watch Raising Hope all day. Love, love the humor.

This year's Christmas was rather minimal for this one. Got a pair of fuzzy house slippers and two pint glasses that weren't exactly as advertised. My mom gave us a beautiful T-Fal cookware set. Red & black. Our kid had a pretty good Christmas. The gift we knew would be the big one, the 12'' Buzz Lightyear action figure, was wrapped the night before and set at the back of the assortment of gifts. Nevertheless, the next morning, it was the one reached for first. He friggen knew. Somehow.

Something else I guess I received... Christmas eve, the doctor I'd seen recently finds me and tells me the ultrasound I had shows what the radiologist believes to be a complex ovarian cyst. Yaaay. Merry Cystmas.

Is it wrong to have the Orlando Jones from Evolution reaction to the cyst news? "TAKE IT! TAKE THE OVARY!" Yeah, it's a bit of an overreaction.

And here's my favorite gif. I thought of it recently and figured I'd share it again. Always makes me smile, despite the situation.

I just love it.

Hey! Just found out that a favorite comedian of mine will be close by soon! Definitely worthy of my 3rd comedy club venture. Brian Haner, aka Guitar Guy. He tours with Jeff Dunham and is the father of Synyster Gates, the lead guitarist of Avenged Sevenfold. I love his humor. And the possibility of meeting him isn't something I can pass up.

To conclude, I found this and kinda liked it. A bit too anime-ish, but I like the Taurus/Pirate combination.

To You And Yours...

 

  

 

 

I hope yours is going better than mine's been so far.

Challenges

On a more personal note...

Been having a discrepancy at work lately... I've filed a grievance in response to a write-up I've found unfair and can either see it through, meaning sticking to my guns and what I believe in, and challenge the chain of command higher & higher til I likely lose, or decide it's not worth my time & trouble and give up. I don't want to give up, but it seems hopeless. There are so many other things on my plate/mind right now. New niece to see, holidays, health stuff, kid stuff, family income, other personal things... Blah.

I think my strongest thought is, "don't give up." I know I don't want to look back and regret that I didn't try.

I can either be the laid-back non-caring me - the one that sees the reality and chooses not to do anything - or the me that doesn't give up without a fight. That's my choice.

Piratism and Relation Extentions

Today I watched an adaptation of Treasure Island. Made last year (2012) by British television, it has Eddie Izzard, Donald Sutherland, and Elijah Wood in it (they're the ones most recognized, anyway). While this adaptation of the story has gotten bashed, I enjoyed it. Some of the characters did seem a bit shallow, I admit, but the 2-part miniseries was still worth the watch. I really liked Izzard's portrayal of Long John Silver.

But my issue is this: PUT OUT THE BLOODY SOUNDTRACK!! I loved it! It had the pirates singing at times! Friggen awesome. Especially this one...

I guess this is an old sea shanty, but I hadn't heard it til now.

Yesterday, the wisdom tooth removal went ahead as scheduled. It was much... MUCH shorter and simpler than the first. The worst part was him pulling at the tooth, hearing and feeling the crunching & grinding. Afterwards, I realized I couldn't feel both my left ear and my left brow. A thorough Novocaining. I made the conclusion that spending the extra money for professionalism is definitely preferred to going cheap and doing it at the local health department. (At least when it comes to dental matters.)

I've kinda gotten back into the Words With Friends scene again. Not doing too bad, hehe...

So when I think of pirate-y singers, Jimmy Buffett first comes to mind. Understandably. He's a favorite of mine. Love his sound, his lyrics, his personality that shows in his music... Keith Richards comes to mind as well, due to his cameo in the third POTC installment. Speaking of, found a nice pic...

And just got the news that I'm now twice the aunt I was. My sis just had her second. :)

My liver either groans, or sighs with relief. I had two glasses of "spirited" egg nog last night and have been enjoying the rum & cokes tonight.

"Yes I am a pirate, 200 years too late."

Strong Week, Less Teeth

One week, no drink as of today. Even with the work crap that's been going on. No withdrawal, which is nice. No extreme desire.

Doesn't mean I won't have a "dear God that's the stuff" moment when the next rum & coke hits my lips.

Second wisdom tooth being removed tomorrow. This one started bothering me last weekend, nowhere near as bad as the first, but it has a bit of infection, so it's getting evicted.

It's funny how I say "I have to leave early Monday for an appointment" and I get an e-mail later saying that I'm "approved to leave early Monday." It's funny because it was never a question or request, but rather a statement.

So my cactus-throat was followed by laryngitis yesterday and today. No voice yesterday, rather raspy today. See what tomorrow brings.

Listening to my favorite Nine Inch Nails album, Year Zero. I particularly like "Vessel" and "My Violent Heart."

New Year's Eve Pirate Party in a little over 2 weeks!

Might make some RumChata pudding shots to take.

That Time Again

 

"Nyquil: The nighttime sniffling, sneezing, coughing how-the-fuck-did-I-end-up-on-the-kitchen-floor medicine."

My throat feels like it has a cactus lodged in it. One that's been doused in Sriracha sauce and lit on fire. And it explodes when I sneeze. Then respawns.

Stuck In The Metal

I'm told my transfer interview well, so now I'm waiting for news of a peer interview. Hopeful, very.

Didn't get a Thanksgiving this year. Worked, so missed the two "dinners" I would've otherwise attended. I say "dinners" because they were held at noon and 1pm. But, I did get this free meal at work:

"Um, turkey..." (rather than ham... duh) "stuffing... potatoes...and gravy" -circular gesture- "over everything, please. Thanks."

Oh, and time & a half. Woo.

Watched another rockumentary recently. "The Other F Word" which is about punk rock dads. Jim Lindberg  from Pennywise was the main dude, and it also featured Mark Hoppus from Blink 182, Art Alexis from Everclear, Flea from Red Hot Chili Peppers, Mike Mothersbaugh from Devo, and Tim McIlrath from Rise Against. Among others. It was a good watch.

One of Joshua Homme's former bands, Eagles of Death Metal, did a cover of "Stuck In The Middle With You" and it's pretty awesome. Here y'go:

 Shorter post than intended. You're disappointed, I know.