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Sunday, 31 August 2008
Saturday, 30 August 2008
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Friday, 29 August 2008
Thursday, 28 August 2008
So THIS is where you've all been hanging out
Today I got to experience the mind-numbing pile of suckage that is Changing Your Name and Completely Undermining Your Hard-Earned Identity Just to Appease The Patriarchy. Even if I'd been waiting my whole life to change my name (like, say, if my last name were Balls (true story)), I would have maybe reconsidered if I'd known about what awaited at the Social Security Administration office. And the Division of Motor Vehicles. And the Driver's Licensing office, which is where the DMW people sent me after laughing and spitting in my face for turning up at the wrong place.
I would have stuck with Balls.
As it is, the hard part is over. But as I sat in line for a grand total of 3 hours with no book or reading material, I had an interesting time people-watching. Turns out that I don't meet everyone. I generally meet the people who
a) go to church
b) go to the library
c) shop in the same places I shop--like farmers markets and Aga showrooms (speaking of, you HAVE to watch some of Catherine Tate's Aga Saga Woman sketches)
So there are entire groups of people I don't usually come across, until they come out in droves for things like county fairs and suddenly it's like, "Wait, there are people in Utah with tattoos? And who are from other countries? Huh."
Except it turns out that pretty much everyone has to go to the DMV. So that's where you see what an actual cross-segment of the population looks like. I learned that there are a lot of people out there who want us to see their nekkid bellies. Especially if their bellies are really, really fat. That's what I'm taking away from the experience.
But it's done now, I have a new driver's license with an awful shiny-foreheaded photo attached, and I'm now Mrs. [Friend] to the guvment. Have decided though that GF gets to have his name changed too, because I shouldn't get all the fun. Considering sticking with Rocky Racoon (and believe me, that was a loong .000003 seconds) and also considered Danalee's suggestion of Gentleman LOVAH, which was very good. Finally decided to just be scarily creative and go with Gentleman Husband (GH for short).
I know. With an imagination this good I'll be writing sparkly vampire sex stories and making millions by the year's end.
I would have stuck with Balls.
As it is, the hard part is over. But as I sat in line for a grand total of 3 hours with no book or reading material, I had an interesting time people-watching. Turns out that I don't meet everyone. I generally meet the people who
a) go to church
b) go to the library
c) shop in the same places I shop--like farmers markets and Aga showrooms (speaking of, you HAVE to watch some of Catherine Tate's Aga Saga Woman sketches)
So there are entire groups of people I don't usually come across, until they come out in droves for things like county fairs and suddenly it's like, "Wait, there are people in Utah with tattoos? And who are from other countries? Huh."
Except it turns out that pretty much everyone has to go to the DMV. So that's where you see what an actual cross-segment of the population looks like. I learned that there are a lot of people out there who want us to see their nekkid bellies. Especially if their bellies are really, really fat. That's what I'm taking away from the experience.
But it's done now, I have a new driver's license with an awful shiny-foreheaded photo attached, and I'm now Mrs. [Friend] to the guvment. Have decided though that GF gets to have his name changed too, because I shouldn't get all the fun. Considering sticking with Rocky Racoon (and believe me, that was a loong .000003 seconds) and also considered Danalee's suggestion of Gentleman LOVAH, which was very good. Finally decided to just be scarily creative and go with Gentleman Husband (GH for short).
I know. With an imagination this good I'll be writing sparkly vampire sex stories and making millions by the year's end.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3 - PS2 | NTSC
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Part17 - Part18 - Part19 - Part20 - Part21
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Wednesday, 27 August 2008
People who thought it was okay to call me on my honeymoon
9:00am Sunday, also known as The Morning After. My phone was in the car, but it turns out my mother called and left a message wanting to know how things were going and if we'd made plans for church.
8:46am Monday, our first morning in San Diego. We were just waking up (and stuff) when I heard my phone buzzing. Figured this must mean someone was dying so I answered it. This was a mistake. It was someone from the HR department at my recently-ended job.
Me: "Hel-lo?"
HR person, brightly: "Hi!"
Me: "Um . . . hey."
HR: "How was the wedding?"
Me: "Fine . . . "
[pause]
HR: "Is this a bad time?"
Well, since I got married all of 45 minutes ago and it's the crack of dawn, YEAH it's a bad time.
Me: "No, it's fine, what's up."
HR: "Well, remember before you left when you called to see if there was any paperwork you needed to fill out or anything and I said no, you were all set? Well it turns out I was forgetting a few things. Completely spaced on that."
Me: "Really."
I will not tell you how NOT a surprise this was to me.
HR: "Yep, so I'll need to ask you a few questions so I can process your last paycheck and get that out to you."
It was a special, special time. And what makes it even more special is that someone else from the office called later in the week and left a message tell me that she was sorry but my paycheck wouldn't be deposited right away because there had been " . . . a lapse . . . " (nice code for "someone screwed up") and it would come the following Monday. Again: No surprise at all.
The other phone conversation I had was with my brother coolboy. He sent me a text that read "Hey, I know you're probably busy but is there a time when I could talk to you?" I immediately assumed that he must be having a Situation so I phoned him right back so that I could offer counsel and emotional support.
CB: Hello?
Me: Hey, it's [Nem], I just got your text. What's up?
CB: Oh hey, yeah, I was just calling to ask you about mutual funds. You have some, right?
Blink. blink blink.
Me: You know what? I think this could wait until I get back.
CB: Oh. Okay then.
Me: Yeah.
Thank you though, to everyone who did not call me. Or who just texted. And I realize that I did make a phone call to Cicada but that's just because I was in an Italian market and needed to know if she wanted anything. She would have done the same for me if she stumbled into a British market on her honeymoon.
8:46am Monday, our first morning in San Diego. We were just waking up (and stuff) when I heard my phone buzzing. Figured this must mean someone was dying so I answered it. This was a mistake. It was someone from the HR department at my recently-ended job.
Me: "Hel-lo?"
HR person, brightly: "Hi!"
Me: "Um . . . hey."
HR: "How was the wedding?"
Me: "Fine . . . "
[pause]
HR: "Is this a bad time?"
Well, since I got married all of 45 minutes ago and it's the crack of dawn, YEAH it's a bad time.
Me: "No, it's fine, what's up."
HR: "Well, remember before you left when you called to see if there was any paperwork you needed to fill out or anything and I said no, you were all set? Well it turns out I was forgetting a few things. Completely spaced on that."
Me: "Really."
I will not tell you how NOT a surprise this was to me.
HR: "Yep, so I'll need to ask you a few questions so I can process your last paycheck and get that out to you."
It was a special, special time. And what makes it even more special is that someone else from the office called later in the week and left a message tell me that she was sorry but my paycheck wouldn't be deposited right away because there had been " . . . a lapse . . . " (nice code for "someone screwed up") and it would come the following Monday. Again: No surprise at all.
The other phone conversation I had was with my brother coolboy. He sent me a text that read "Hey, I know you're probably busy but is there a time when I could talk to you?" I immediately assumed that he must be having a Situation so I phoned him right back so that I could offer counsel and emotional support.
CB: Hello?
Me: Hey, it's [Nem], I just got your text. What's up?
CB: Oh hey, yeah, I was just calling to ask you about mutual funds. You have some, right?
Blink. blink blink.
Me: You know what? I think this could wait until I get back.
CB: Oh. Okay then.
Me: Yeah.
Thank you though, to everyone who did not call me. Or who just texted. And I realize that I did make a phone call to Cicada but that's just because I was in an Italian market and needed to know if she wanted anything. She would have done the same for me if she stumbled into a British market on her honeymoon.
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Peter Tagtgren is a mean music machine!
Yes, Peter Tagtgren is a music generator. Just slightly 1 year after releasing Pain's previous album - Psalms of Extinction, he is back to release another one in the coming late October. This one is aptly titled as Cynic Paradise. Sounds good already, ain't it? I am blessed by being a fan of Pain, there seem to be endless servings of great music consistently over the years since the spawn of this awesome one-man band. Cynic Paradise is said to be released on Halloween, which also coincides with Cradle of Filth's Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder and Gospel of Filth. Looks like I am going to start on a money-saving scheme...
Halloween is a great day already. =P
Speaking of real tangible life, my area of free-toiling has switched to a far-flung location of National University Hospital. Nice. Not going to talk about my hours of free-toiling, because why? Nobody in the right mind likes to rant about happenings at work, or normality of living.
I look forward to watching "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" later in the week and going to listen to "Another Epic Story" at Baybeats on Friday! I survive on the subsistence of waiting (for daily free-toiling lunchbreaks and dismissals) and hoping to witness something interesting. Ling's life is boring contrary to many common belief that she leads one spending time headbanging and fiddling paper rectangles.
Monday, 25 August 2008
He didn't kill me for my life insurance . . . whew!
Just writing a quick post to let you know we made it back from San Diego safe and sound.
Daltongirl and Cicada did such an amazing job of posting for me that I considered just letting them keep at it. But that probably wouldn't have worked. Spitfire made it abundantly clear that people are done doing favors for me when I swung by her new apartment (my old one) over the weekend and innocently suggested that she take a bag of stuff I left in the closet to DI.
Her response: "I'll throw it in the dumpster for you, but I'm not driving it anywhere."
So. Princess Day is over, folks!
The wedding was great, the honeymoon was lovely, and I am completely staggered by how amazing and generous and kind people can be. Will give lots of thanks in detail soon, but seriously.
Here are a few pics to hold you until I can start telling the stories that go with them.
The Balboa Park Inn. Highly recommend it. Also recommend arranging for hotel construction to necessitate a free upgrade to a nicer room. Because that's awesome too.
Yeah, someone worked the Bambi Eyes when they mentioned upgrading . . .
Not a bad idea, though
At the pier in Oceanside
Where the convertible came in handy
Little Italy
Baby panda at San Diego Zoo. Could you die?Sunday, 24 August 2008
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Macabre
For the second week of my hospital stint, I am posted to the Accident and Emergency department (or more commonly known as ER by Western counterparts). There and then, I saw the true and the most crude form of impermanence. For all the days I have been working under that department, the room where they stored the bodies of those who failed resuscitation has been occupied. I have never been closer to death and never have I encountered death so frequently. People coming in with open-skin fractures, blood all over (I saw a bloodied pair of sneakers), people with half their ribs broken, people who simply lie there in their final hours. And, just outside the rooms, people are watching and rejoicing over various Olympic feats. Such a stark contrast of emotions. Such is the impermanence of humanity. Le sigh.
Amongst other things, no I don't have other things. I am just counting the days to my freedom after my hospital stint. It is excruciating to count the number of hours, let alone days, to lunchtime or knocking off, when the department is barren of patients. >_<
And, the Dune fever is back with the new novel - Paul of Dune! It's really quite amazing to see how epic Dune can get and sustain for almost 40 to 50 years. =) Can't wait to read the new novel.
I need to get back my life. The attachment is getting into my life abit too much. Argh.
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Every Good Thing
First of all, I should point out that although all these photos you're seeing were taken by daltonboy, the actual Wedding Photographer was Ed. I just happen to have photos by DB more readily accessible to me by virtue of the fact that we live in the same house. Hopefully we'll see some amazing, cool photos by Ed after The Honeymoon. And since we never get to see any pictures of Ed, here you go (You might be able to catch a glimpse of Coolboy's zit in the background).
Secondly, I should point out that the wedding luncheon was amazing. DB and I have been to many, many, many weddings this summer. It's hard not to compare, so I went ahead and did that. The Nemesis Affair was, of course, superior in every way to all wedding-related functions I have attended this year. Here's why:
1. It started on time. The bride and groom did not make everyone wait while they took an extra 500 essential photos, or stopped off at the hotel for a quick "nap." That alone gets top classiness marks from me.
2. There were hors d'oeuvres. Yummy and beautiful ones. This meant that even though there was a short wait for the meal, people were not chewing on the tablecloths or searching the bottoms of their purses for old gum wrappers to suck on.
3. There were delicious favors of gourmet chocolate at every plate. And each chocolate had the word of "merci" imprinted in it--twice. This means Nem doesn't have to send out thank yous, but I bet she will anyway, because she's anal like that.
4. There were no antlers on any walls. Neither was there a neon sign advertising any hops-based beverage in the window.
5. Cicada, Sakhmet, and I (and our husbands, and the lovely Desmama and her charming husband) got to sit at Table #2. Table #2!! Second only to the family of the groom, who sat at Table #1! Of course, we realized our elation was premature when our food came last. Sakhmet pointed out that Second Place is First Loser. Well, it was fun while it lasted.
6. Instead of sitting at their table and kissing, the bride and groom graciously circulated and spoke with their guests--more than once. And speaking of kissing, we didn't have to do that clinking our forks on the glasses thing either, which I'm sure everyone appreciated--especially since RR had already "had enough."
7. The food was delicious. The caterers accidentally mixed up the order and made the fish I had originally voted for, and which I almost burst into tears over when Nem told me a month ago I couldn't have. Not knowing this until it was too late, I ordered the prime rib instead, which was lovely. In a moment of epiphany, I realized that I must have been having some kind of hormonal incident/psychotic break, getting emotional over halibut. But while I watched Desmama eat hers, I knew in my heart that voting for the mango salsa halibut was the right thing to do after all.
8. The program was short. Also it was mostly not embarrassing. You can read a little bit about the embarrassing part here. Gentledad said sweet words. And Nem gave out gifts. Is that the classiest thing ever? I show up to your wedding and you give me a gift. Wow. Sure, those of us who received gifts had to work for them, but the honor of working on behalf of this wedding was reward enough. An additional gift? I'm not worthy!
8a. My very favorite part of the gift giving was when Cicada went up to receive her gift, partly for creating the awesome invitations. Nemesis said something about how Cicada has been encouraging her to marry RR non-stop over the last year and a half. Rocky said, "Hey. She needs a bigger gift!"
8b. Rocky Raccoon used the words of "piss poor" in a short, embarrassed address to the group. The luncheon venue people that were supposed to have reviewed his charming video montage beforehand failed to ensure that the DVD would be viewable. It wasn't. RR was understandably embarrassed, and turned it off after about a minute, which was charming and merciful, except that he turned it off right in the middle of my favorite song. And then he said something about how the quality was piss poor. And Sakhmet leaned over and whispered that she will love him forever. Nothing speaks to Sakhmet's heart like a little vulgar language.
(If I heard correctly, RR promised a version of the video on this blog in the near future.)
8c. There was a brief, touching toast by Nem's father. I must confess that I did not repeat the toast like I was supposed to, nor did I clink. Also, I had typically drained my glass (of water) just before the toast, and had to steal some of Sakhmet's water in order to even be able to sip. So I was flustered. That behavior in no way mirrors my actual wishes and congratulations for the happy couple. To the bride and groom!
9. There was no embarrassing scene with the cake. RR took Nem's words of caution to heart and behaved like a Gentleman and a Friend, even though his friends were egging him on. This saved us all from the pain and humiliation of an annulment.
9a. The cake was beautiful. Lady Steed and Jenny worked their magic with the flowers, and it was very, very lovely. (It was also delicious. It was too small to be served to the guests, but after it was gone I helped myself to a crumb from the plate when almost no one was looking. Dee-licious!)
10. RR and Nem stood around and received well wishes from every guest that wanted to speak with them, showing no signs of anxiousness to hit the road. Because they're classy that way, too.
I got to skip out a few minutes before the couple in order to head over to the place where they were staying and leave a little basket of goodies. I must say, the room was a bit of a disappointment. I turned on every faucet in the place and I never got any liquid Cadbury to come out. And I got to be almost insulted by the cute front desk clerk who took me back to the room. "Are you the mother of one of the couple?" she asked, oh, so innocently. "No, a friend," I said, quickly remembering that I am, in fact, old enough to have a child getting married, if that child was prone to make very poor decisions, and this girl hadn't met our couple yet, so she couldn't have any way of knowing the bride wasn't 17. Still, I would have enjoyed drowning my woes in a mug of Cadbury.
And then, after many expressions of love, gratitude, and affection to their family and friends, The Nemeses drove off into the sunset. Sniff! We all hope you're having the best honeymoon ever, and come back soon with great stories of San Diego.
Oh! And thanks for not making anyone fight over the bouquet!
Secondly, I should point out that the wedding luncheon was amazing. DB and I have been to many, many, many weddings this summer. It's hard not to compare, so I went ahead and did that. The Nemesis Affair was, of course, superior in every way to all wedding-related functions I have attended this year. Here's why:
1. It started on time. The bride and groom did not make everyone wait while they took an extra 500 essential photos, or stopped off at the hotel for a quick "nap." That alone gets top classiness marks from me.
2. There were hors d'oeuvres. Yummy and beautiful ones. This meant that even though there was a short wait for the meal, people were not chewing on the tablecloths or searching the bottoms of their purses for old gum wrappers to suck on.
3. There were delicious favors of gourmet chocolate at every plate. And each chocolate had the word of "merci" imprinted in it--twice. This means Nem doesn't have to send out thank yous, but I bet she will anyway, because she's anal like that.
4. There were no antlers on any walls. Neither was there a neon sign advertising any hops-based beverage in the window.
5. Cicada, Sakhmet, and I (and our husbands, and the lovely Desmama and her charming husband) got to sit at Table #2. Table #2!! Second only to the family of the groom, who sat at Table #1! Of course, we realized our elation was premature when our food came last. Sakhmet pointed out that Second Place is First Loser. Well, it was fun while it lasted.
6. Instead of sitting at their table and kissing, the bride and groom graciously circulated and spoke with their guests--more than once. And speaking of kissing, we didn't have to do that clinking our forks on the glasses thing either, which I'm sure everyone appreciated--especially since RR had already "had enough."
7. The food was delicious. The caterers accidentally mixed up the order and made the fish I had originally voted for, and which I almost burst into tears over when Nem told me a month ago I couldn't have. Not knowing this until it was too late, I ordered the prime rib instead, which was lovely. In a moment of epiphany, I realized that I must have been having some kind of hormonal incident/psychotic break, getting emotional over halibut. But while I watched Desmama eat hers, I knew in my heart that voting for the mango salsa halibut was the right thing to do after all.
8. The program was short. Also it was mostly not embarrassing. You can read a little bit about the embarrassing part here. Gentledad said sweet words. And Nem gave out gifts. Is that the classiest thing ever? I show up to your wedding and you give me a gift. Wow. Sure, those of us who received gifts had to work for them, but the honor of working on behalf of this wedding was reward enough. An additional gift? I'm not worthy!
8a. My very favorite part of the gift giving was when Cicada went up to receive her gift, partly for creating the awesome invitations. Nemesis said something about how Cicada has been encouraging her to marry RR non-stop over the last year and a half. Rocky said, "Hey. She needs a bigger gift!"
8b. Rocky Raccoon used the words of "piss poor" in a short, embarrassed address to the group. The luncheon venue people that were supposed to have reviewed his charming video montage beforehand failed to ensure that the DVD would be viewable. It wasn't. RR was understandably embarrassed, and turned it off after about a minute, which was charming and merciful, except that he turned it off right in the middle of my favorite song. And then he said something about how the quality was piss poor. And Sakhmet leaned over and whispered that she will love him forever. Nothing speaks to Sakhmet's heart like a little vulgar language.
(If I heard correctly, RR promised a version of the video on this blog in the near future.)
8c. There was a brief, touching toast by Nem's father. I must confess that I did not repeat the toast like I was supposed to, nor did I clink. Also, I had typically drained my glass (of water) just before the toast, and had to steal some of Sakhmet's water in order to even be able to sip. So I was flustered. That behavior in no way mirrors my actual wishes and congratulations for the happy couple. To the bride and groom!
9. There was no embarrassing scene with the cake. RR took Nem's words of caution to heart and behaved like a Gentleman and a Friend, even though his friends were egging him on. This saved us all from the pain and humiliation of an annulment.
9a. The cake was beautiful. Lady Steed and Jenny worked their magic with the flowers, and it was very, very lovely. (It was also delicious. It was too small to be served to the guests, but after it was gone I helped myself to a crumb from the plate when almost no one was looking. Dee-licious!)
10. RR and Nem stood around and received well wishes from every guest that wanted to speak with them, showing no signs of anxiousness to hit the road. Because they're classy that way, too.
I got to skip out a few minutes before the couple in order to head over to the place where they were staying and leave a little basket of goodies. I must say, the room was a bit of a disappointment. I turned on every faucet in the place and I never got any liquid Cadbury to come out. And I got to be almost insulted by the cute front desk clerk who took me back to the room. "Are you the mother of one of the couple?" she asked, oh, so innocently. "No, a friend," I said, quickly remembering that I am, in fact, old enough to have a child getting married, if that child was prone to make very poor decisions, and this girl hadn't met our couple yet, so she couldn't have any way of knowing the bride wasn't 17. Still, I would have enjoyed drowning my woes in a mug of Cadbury.
And then, after many expressions of love, gratitude, and affection to their family and friends, The Nemeses drove off into the sunset. Sniff! We all hope you're having the best honeymoon ever, and come back soon with great stories of San Diego.
Oh! And thanks for not making anyone fight over the bouquet!
