psych eval

Personality tests are fun. This one's from http://www.perex.com

( Mememe )

dude

What the fuck is wrong with people?

Bus conductors in Swaziland say: "Women who wear miniskirts want to be raped, and we will give them what they want."

Also, some redneck asshole decided to start up fuck_arabs.

Hilariously, it backfired into a massive "Fuck Arabs? SURE! We love fucking Arabs! Woo hoo! Can Peter O'Toole be an honorary, fuckable Arab??" community.

( Some funny quotes from various posts. )

yesterday

It was, overall, a fairly quiet weekend. Sunday arrived with no plans other than dog sitting for Ellie and Jeff.

I realized, with a touch of horror, that with absolutely no plans, I'd be forced to clean my apartment. I started out with the bedroom, and was making slow, jello-encased moves toward the kitchen when I was saved by the bell. Err ring.

It was jeff_nw!! He was bored out of his mind, too! We decided that it was too beautiful a day to spend indoors, so he came and picked me up and we ran around Discovery Park. Well first we went to Ellie's house to let the dogs out for a pee. Lucy, a darling German Shepard, fell madly in love with Jeff. She totally dissed me. Chaplin, the weenie dog, didn't give a toss about either of us. But Lucy? She was ENSLAVED. Seriously. She couldn't even bear to go pee because it would mean separating herself from Jeff for a minute. I can understand how she feels. The man is totally magnetic.

Hyperbole aside, Jeff's been an amazing source of comfort and reassurance in my struggles with dissatisfaction--with my life, with myself, etc. We talked about my moody post from the other day and he insists that I am not a loser. And that it's really okay to be this neurotic. Not everyone has to be Type A organized. We talked about finding balance and recognizing oneself as a complete person. I mean, not to be all new-agey about it. But that we all have strengths and weaknesses--and they are connected. I always feel better about myself after spending time with him.

Plus, the dude is totally callipygous. Rawr.

Also, he's informed me that I'm no longer allowed to tell you all how cuuuuuuute he is. (*whisper* though he totally, totally is! *coo*) . So um. I'll just share that he's also super manly. K? The cuteness should not distract from the fact that he could also cold-cock the Marlboro Man.

(Muhahahahaha!)

Oh fuckity. Yoga. *scampers off*

contortion for dummies

I love Christine. She's the Yoga for Rookies instructor at SM&B.

She's exactly what a yoga instructor should be. Warm, generous and bendy. This was my third or fourth class, and while I still can't wind myself into a pretzel or stay in downward-facing dog for an hour, I felt like I did better this time.

I'm glad I went. I was feeling vaguely slothful and unmotivated, and half considered skipping it.

Afterwards, I was full of all this endorphinated energy. Whee. I went to the grocery store and charged up and down aisles hurling items full of carbs into my basket. Fruit! Special K! Nonfat milk!

That's right. Atkins is over. Back to WW. And I think the punishment of such a restrictive dietary regime was enough to get me motivated again. And get me into the habit of having salad for both lunch and dinner along with other things. I will miss the regular Ranch and cheese. They haven't been able to make really good nonfat substitutes for those yet.

I also stopped at the pharmacy to pick up some replacement insulin. I'm such an utter shithead. I left Hobbsie's insulin at Greg's ten days ago. I should have bought some immediately, but I pretended that I was just testing to see if he had cycled out of Diabetes (as cats are very prone to do, and his last visit had a reduction in insulin dosage after only a week). But really? I just didn't want to inject him anymore. It was such a nice, peaceful ten days. But yesterday I noticed he's started peeing heavily again and drinking gallons of water. So I couldn't pretend anymore. I bought the insulin. I injected him, to his great irritation, and managed to not burst into tears.

This is going to be a regular part of our lives now. I need to get over it.

Finally doing laundry. The new machine is making the most um alarming sounds on the spin cycle. And no, it's not like I didn't distribute the load properly.

Also, and I can't believe I haven't shrieked about this yet: SARAH IS EN ROUTE!!! She's in freaking South Dakota already and heading west, baby, west! Soon, she'll be here and there will be much rejoicing. I even get to hang out with her mom. I worship Sarah's mom. She's just one of the most beautiful people ever. Inside and out. Whee!

fascism today

Vice President Henry A Wallace's interview from a 1944 NY Time's article. Downright eerie.

An excerpt:

" The symptoms of fascist thinking are colored by environment and adapted to immediate circumstances. But always and everywhere they can be identified by their appeal to prejudice and by the desire to play upon the fears and vanities of different groups in order to gain power. It is no coincidence that the growth of modern tyrants has in every case been heralded by the growth of prejudice. It may be shocking to some people in this country to realize that, without meaning to do so, they hold views in common with Hitler when they preach discrimination..."

[link snagged from dtaylor]

enh?

Not that I'm against pretty, but is there any point to Alfie besides, "Jude Law is pretty, let's look at him being pretty and walking around talking and learning about luuuuuuuuuv."

Oh that's right. It's the remake thingie. Why? I mean, was there a tremendous demand for a remake of this movie? What's next? A remake of Marty?

Hee. Checking out the imdb info, it says: "A cockney womanizer learns the hard way about the dangers of his actions." OMG it's the fremont_brit story!!!

(Sorry, Jimmy--I couldn't resist. You can totally smack me around, though :)

As I post 9 million times tonight. This is what happens when brabble is on the road and not available to keep me entertained.