Gosh, I sure am pleased that the networks have found a way to put more than one major cliffhanger into a series per year. Thrilled.
Author Archives: Candice
TV hurts me
“Twice as beautiful skin from a body lotion? It is possible with Dove Intensive Nourishing Lotion!”
Um. Twice as beautiful as what? And how do you quantify beauty?
Dear asshats on Yahoo IM:
I use Trillian. The message you get when you send me a message… the one that says “I am currently away from my computer”… it is automated. I do not type it by hand. And it means… get this… that I am currently away from my computer. Sending me messages in all caps, bold fonts, or by the dozen will not make me reply to you. And Trillian doesn’t do shit when you try to “ding” me. Thank Jebus.
P.S. I’m not likely to reply to you, anyway. You’re all idiots.
What’s wrong with me?
I had a lengthy dream last night about buying haircare products. I sit at home all day watching talk shows including Tyra, and I’m not entirely sure that I’m doing it ironically anymore. I make tuna casseroles. I am becoming concerned about the best way to get my whites their whitest, and my brights their brightest. This must stop. Need job now!
Oh my!
I have already failed miserably at posting every day in November. Good thing I’m not trying to write a novel. I have written 87x more in my personal (paper) journal, though. Because you see, whenever I’m supposed to be doing something, even if it’s regularly my favourite thing to do, even if I’m the authority figure, and the only one telling me I ought to be doing that something is me… my automatic response is to avoid it at all costs. The only time I’ve really posted here on a completely regular basis was when I was in school at Ryerson and had homework to avoid. Don’t worry, though. I finally got me a job interview… so maybe in the near future I will be posting from work when I’m supposed to be making spreadsheets, or something. You know, unless they Google my name and realize that I’m a slacker. Eh, blah. That’s a lie. I’m totally a self-starter. Totally. It’s just that I get all of my work done so much ahead of time that I run out of things to do! Yep. Well, maybe not, but somehow I still got great grades in school, so at least it’s obvious that I’m a highly effective and motivated slacker slash procrastinator, who thrives in fast paced environments, enjoys a challenge, and is cool-headed even in the face of strict deadlines and potentially stressful situations… Even if the fast pacededness etc. etc. etc. (etc.) is usually entirely my own fault.
Live From The Field
Posting again from my phone because I’m at a party. Doubt it’ll show up before midnight. NEVERMIND. Late last night… Guess
Okay, Internets
Now that you’ve started working again at 3am… did my smellphone post ever make it through? Hm. I see that half of it did. Well, spectacular. I lose already! Bah, nevermind. As far as I am concerned, it is the 3rd until I fall asleep and wake up. Because it’s still Friday night, not Saturday morning. (Besides, my sign up e-mail for NaBloPoMo appears to have bounced?)
My Internet has been going up and down for three or four days. And it’s slow as hell when it’s up. Comcast is sending out a tech on Sunday. They won’t fix my problem. I know this because I am psychic. S’true!
I’m hitting publish while there’s still time, kids. Bye now!
Live From The Field
(Gps)Okay, Comcast. WHATEVER. Trying to ruin me already. Internet going up and down for three days now. Must post or die! Bu
Somebody explain to me…
How in the hell is Second Life fun? Shitty lagtastic chat room, if you ask me. I am completely incapable of understanding this phenomenon. I’ve downloaded it like… three times in my life, so far. I had beta, once upon a time. It was retarded then, and it’s probably even more retarded now… Am I just stupid, or is everyone else stupid? (This is not a serious question. The answer is obvious.)
Ugh!
Ten annoyances for today:
- honk
- honk
- honk
- honk
- honk
- honk
- honk
- honk
- honk
- honk
See, I live off of a pretty busy road. Highway, even. My apartment (and therefore everything in between) vibrates quite a bit when trucks barrel through the neighbourhood. The idiot with the ricemobile that parks in the lot out my window has a car alarm… And I’m sure you can figure the rest out. Every ten goddamned minutes… Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! ARGHGHHGHGHHHHH! Most of the time, I don’t give a shit. But at the moment, I’m trying to rewrite my various cover letters…
Well. I was, anyway. I’m giving up now. Just getting too irritable. It’s pajama and vodka time!
Also irritating: the Google spellchecker that’s part of their toolbar does not recognize my perfectly cromulent spelling of the word neighbourhood. Nor does it recognize croumlent. Nor spellchecker. And awayyyyy it goes! Every second word I type is underlined.
You know, I think I’m more interesting when I don’t make sense around here. I’ll try harder to confuse you next time.