sore legs and boobs
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verbicideIt was a damn long weekend. And it's shaping up to be a damn long busy week. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Thus, here is a damn long rambly summary of everything. I will type until Hobbes gets off my arms, at which point I will go collapse on the couch.
Friday
Tore out of work and rushed over to Pacific Place to pick up Judy's coat from Ann Taylor. Then I met Sarah and we wolfed down a quick meal and I made her hurry over to the theatre since it was opening night for Flight Plan and I hate getting crappy seats. I was particularly neurotic because we were saving seats for other people. Yeah, no one was in line until right before they let us go in. D'oh. Sarah kindly kept her smirking to a raised eyebrow.
Jeanne, Judy, and John came in shortly after and gave Sarah mad props for getting the job and finding an awesome apartment! We beamed all around. Judy immediately put on her jacket and gave it the Thrusting Boobs test right there, for all the audience to enjoy (well before the previews had started). We sat through approximately 8-million ads and then the movie omfg finally started.
Flight Plan: it was what I expected. Not as good as Panic Room, but I just love watching Jodie Foster kick ass. And when she wasn't on screen, I fantasized about what I would do if Sean Bean would just leave his wife and 40 children for me. He is so damn hot. Purrrrrrrrr.
Spoilers - ROT-13'd (just to be on the safe side)
Juvyr gurl qvq n qrprag wbo bs cvrpvat rirelguvat gbtrgure, vg fher frrzrq yvxr n ybg bs gebhoyr sbe $50 zvyyvba. Gbb znal cynprf jurer guvatf pbhyq unir rnfvyl unir tbar jebat.
Naq rfcrpvnyyl pbhagvat ba gur snpg gung jura gur perj jnf rinphngvat, gung ab bar jbhyq abgvpr enppbba-rlrq ovgpu-snpr syvtug nggraqnag jnfa'g nebhaq. Gbb znal crbcyr jub jbhyq jnag n cvrpr bs gur cvr, rgp. Gurl unq gb pbhag ba gur snpg gung Wbqvr Sbfgre jbhyq snyy nfyrrc naq gung ab cnffratre jbhyq abgvpr gung ur unq cvpxrq hc gur fyrrcvat tvey (jub jbhyq unir gb or nfyrrc ng n pbairavrag gvzr, fb fur qvqa'g xvpx hc n shff be fpernz) naq fdhveery ure njnl cnfg fb znal ebjf bs crbcyr.
V qba'g graq gb or gur zbfg bofreinag crefba rire, ohg V nyjnlf abgvpr xvqf ba syvtugf. Anzryl orpnhfr V'z nsenvq gurl ner tbvat gb onjy naq or naablvat.
Fb hygvzngryl haoryvrinoyr, ohg sha gb jngpu Wbqvr Sbfgre or n onqnff.
Anyhow. Then Sarah and I went home and fell asleep.
Saturday
I got up early to meet Judy for brunch. We haven't had a chance to really catch up in awhile, so I picked her up and we decided to go to the Hi Life for blueberry pancakes, and I felt vaguely like I cheated on Sarah in her house of worship. They were really good, though. Mmmm. We caught up and talked about everything that's been going on in our respective insane lives. I dropped her off and went home to Sarah.
It was a gorgeous day and neither one of us wanted to spend any time at home in the mess (or, god forbid, clean). So we went to Greenlake. And damn. It's been awhile, because my legs were fucking sore after. Pathetic. And I wore the wrong shoes so I have a blister. Mowr. Then we drove downtown to B&N and sat and just read in the cafe. I devoured the rest of Fables (book 1), which I'm loving, and then we wandered around, bought Sarah a sweater, had dinner, and went to watch The Corpse Bride.
The Corpse Bride: cute movie, pretty visuals. The songs didn't do it for me (I loved the ones in Nightmare before Christmas) and the story just didn't have enough story in it. But it was cute and mostly fun. We got home late, watched some SVU and crashed.
Sunday
Allison picked me up. We saw about 5 properties. One looks somewhat promising, with issues. Overpriced for one. And so we're investigating it. If it goes, no big deal.
After that, I met Jeff and Sarah back at my place. We worked our asses off for about 5 hours lugging stuff into Jeff's truck and then up two flights of stairs at Sarah's new, awesome place. Major owie. Ellen and her husband Jeff were wonderful and helped unload things from their basement, which made that leg of the work so much easier.
And thank frigging god for Jeff The Magnificent. Sarah and I nearly died from exhaustion and at the end really just watched Jeff bound upstairs with things like enormous trunks topped with cinderblocks. He is the manliest, studliest, strongest creature alive. I will never call him a cute, little bunny again. Oh bullshit, of course I will. But only to watch his head explode.
Anyhow, Jeff bizarrely found the day 'easy and fun' while Sarah and I prayed to the Gods of Ibuprofen. We dragged Jeff back to Ballard for dinner at Sofrito Rico, which has the best rice and beans ever. And fabulous empanadas and flan! Funny moment was when I wrestled Jeff into a sweater I had in the car, because it was cold and he had left his shirt at my place. He kept insisting it was too small (it wasn't) and then he spent a good twenty minutes pointing at my breasts saying he couldn't understand where on earth I put them in that sweater. Jeff: (pointing) "I'm sorry, but they're huge! Where do you put them in this thing?!?" I promised to model it for him later. With much amusement.
It's silly because I get to work with Jeff five-days a week, but any weekend time makes me utterly gleeful. There is no such thing as Too Much Jeff. Afterwards, I drove Jeff back to his car, while Sarah made a last bit run for her suitcase at my place. I also made Jeff stop by the comic book store with me so I could buy the second books of Y: The Last Man and Fables. Love them so far.
I came back home, spent a couple of hours editing a user manual, and then passed out asleep.
Okay, too tired to write about today. *thud*
Thus, here is a damn long rambly summary of everything. I will type until Hobbes gets off my arms, at which point I will go collapse on the couch.
Friday
Tore out of work and rushed over to Pacific Place to pick up Judy's coat from Ann Taylor. Then I met Sarah and we wolfed down a quick meal and I made her hurry over to the theatre since it was opening night for Flight Plan and I hate getting crappy seats. I was particularly neurotic because we were saving seats for other people. Yeah, no one was in line until right before they let us go in. D'oh. Sarah kindly kept her smirking to a raised eyebrow.
Jeanne, Judy, and John came in shortly after and gave Sarah mad props for getting the job and finding an awesome apartment! We beamed all around. Judy immediately put on her jacket and gave it the Thrusting Boobs test right there, for all the audience to enjoy (well before the previews had started). We sat through approximately 8-million ads and then the movie omfg finally started.
Flight Plan: it was what I expected. Not as good as Panic Room, but I just love watching Jodie Foster kick ass. And when she wasn't on screen, I fantasized about what I would do if Sean Bean would just leave his wife and 40 children for me. He is so damn hot. Purrrrrrrrr.
Spoilers - ROT-13'd (just to be on the safe side)
Juvyr gurl qvq n qrprag wbo bs cvrpvat rirelguvat gbtrgure, vg fher frrzrq yvxr n ybg bs gebhoyr sbe $50 zvyyvba. Gbb znal cynprf jurer guvatf pbhyq unir rnfvyl unir tbar jebat.
Naq rfcrpvnyyl pbhagvat ba gur snpg gung jura gur perj jnf rinphngvat, gung ab bar jbhyq abgvpr enppbba-rlrq ovgpu-snpr syvtug nggraqnag jnfa'g nebhaq. Gbb znal crbcyr jub jbhyq jnag n cvrpr bs gur cvr, rgp. Gurl unq gb pbhag ba gur snpg gung Wbqvr Sbfgre jbhyq snyy nfyrrc naq gung ab cnffratre jbhyq abgvpr gung ur unq cvpxrq hc gur fyrrcvat tvey (jub jbhyq unir gb or nfyrrc ng n pbairavrag gvzr, fb fur qvqa'g xvpx hc n shff be fpernz) naq fdhveery ure njnl cnfg fb znal ebjf bs crbcyr.
V qba'g graq gb or gur zbfg bofreinag crefba rire, ohg V nyjnlf abgvpr xvqf ba syvtugf. Anzryl orpnhfr V'z nsenvq gurl ner tbvat gb onjy naq or naablvat.
Fb hygvzngryl haoryvrinoyr, ohg sha gb jngpu Wbqvr Sbfgre or n onqnff.
Anyhow. Then Sarah and I went home and fell asleep.
Saturday
I got up early to meet Judy for brunch. We haven't had a chance to really catch up in awhile, so I picked her up and we decided to go to the Hi Life for blueberry pancakes, and I felt vaguely like I cheated on Sarah in her house of worship. They were really good, though. Mmmm. We caught up and talked about everything that's been going on in our respective insane lives. I dropped her off and went home to Sarah.
It was a gorgeous day and neither one of us wanted to spend any time at home in the mess (or, god forbid, clean). So we went to Greenlake. And damn. It's been awhile, because my legs were fucking sore after. Pathetic. And I wore the wrong shoes so I have a blister. Mowr. Then we drove downtown to B&N and sat and just read in the cafe. I devoured the rest of Fables (book 1), which I'm loving, and then we wandered around, bought Sarah a sweater, had dinner, and went to watch The Corpse Bride.
The Corpse Bride: cute movie, pretty visuals. The songs didn't do it for me (I loved the ones in Nightmare before Christmas) and the story just didn't have enough story in it. But it was cute and mostly fun. We got home late, watched some SVU and crashed.
Sunday
Allison picked me up. We saw about 5 properties. One looks somewhat promising, with issues. Overpriced for one. And so we're investigating it. If it goes, no big deal.
After that, I met Jeff and Sarah back at my place. We worked our asses off for about 5 hours lugging stuff into Jeff's truck and then up two flights of stairs at Sarah's new, awesome place. Major owie. Ellen and her husband Jeff were wonderful and helped unload things from their basement, which made that leg of the work so much easier.
And thank frigging god for Jeff The Magnificent. Sarah and I nearly died from exhaustion and at the end really just watched Jeff bound upstairs with things like enormous trunks topped with cinderblocks. He is the manliest, studliest, strongest creature alive. I will never call him a cute, little bunny again. Oh bullshit, of course I will. But only to watch his head explode.
Anyhow, Jeff bizarrely found the day 'easy and fun' while Sarah and I prayed to the Gods of Ibuprofen. We dragged Jeff back to Ballard for dinner at Sofrito Rico, which has the best rice and beans ever. And fabulous empanadas and flan! Funny moment was when I wrestled Jeff into a sweater I had in the car, because it was cold and he had left his shirt at my place. He kept insisting it was too small (it wasn't) and then he spent a good twenty minutes pointing at my breasts saying he couldn't understand where on earth I put them in that sweater. Jeff: (pointing) "I'm sorry, but they're huge! Where do you put them in this thing?!?" I promised to model it for him later. With much amusement.
It's silly because I get to work with Jeff five-days a week, but any weekend time makes me utterly gleeful. There is no such thing as Too Much Jeff. Afterwards, I drove Jeff back to his car, while Sarah made a last bit run for her suitcase at my place. I also made Jeff stop by the comic book store with me so I could buy the second books of Y: The Last Man and Fables. Love them so far.
I came back home, spent a couple of hours editing a user manual, and then passed out asleep.
Okay, too tired to write about today. *thud*
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Date: 2005-09-27 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 03:49 pm (UTC)In fact, I want to go home right now and read them. But there's that whole annoying having-to-earn-a-living-by-actually-coming-into-work thing. Brh.
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Date: 2005-09-27 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 05:41 pm (UTC)Mostly I feel guilty because I have tons of books on my shelves that I have been meaning to read for ages, but keep off-putting because of these new and exciting comics I've just found.
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Date: 2005-09-27 05:51 pm (UTC)The only solution is to read more! Faster, faster!
I'm a little nervous myself since my book club is rapidly approaching, and I haven't even begun the book that I recommended. I need more reading time.
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Date: 2005-09-27 05:54 pm (UTC)What book did you recommend? And when's the deadline?
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Date: 2005-09-27 10:32 pm (UTC)The upcoming deadline is October 8th. Feasible, I know, but only if I actually find the time and dedicate it to the reading.
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Date: 2005-09-27 10:35 pm (UTC)I'll have to check out The Turk!
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Date: 2005-09-27 10:45 pm (UTC)I love Good Omens when I last read it, which was nearly 15 years ago, so it's due for a re-read, and I'm glad to have the official excuse. (Incidentally, it will be the first book in which we know the name of the main character.
So many books, so litle time.
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Date: 2005-09-27 11:00 pm (UTC)I think I'm having a stupid moment, because I don't know what you mean..
Also, I'm working on these files today which keep referencing GO which makes me think of your GO, but really stands for Gene Ontology!
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Date: 2005-09-27 11:11 pm (UTC)All the previous books we've read for the book club were non-fiction, or had a protagonist whose name was never revealed. Weird, huh?
Yay, I've infected you with Go-tropism!
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Date: 2005-09-27 11:22 pm (UTC)And your comment made me think of that Israeli woman in Y who wasn't told her name. How interesting.
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Date: 2005-09-27 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 11:36 pm (UTC)Thanks for the heads-up!
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Date: 2005-09-27 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 03:45 pm (UTC)It was very frustrating. So I'm going to call and ask again and possibly use my Stern Voice.
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Date: 2005-09-28 04:54 pm (UTC)This actually has me very worried that Powell might have tickets but just doesn't want to tell me. If so, it's probably too late.
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Date: 2005-09-28 05:01 pm (UTC)I called the bastards again, and they claim to have them still. We haaaates them for confusing us.
So I'm going to beg Emily to go again and get the tickets this woman swears still exist.
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Date: 2005-09-28 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 05:13 pm (UTC)