snarkyart

ETA: I'm now watching Season two of Lost. Cos y'all know I have a crush on Ana Lucia. I hate Lost so bad. I blame Tam for making me watch during our weekly phone calls and her asking me what the frell happened. I never wanted to watch it but slowly I got into it. And now, I watch it like I never watched before. I miss Lost. That is all for now.

While enjoying my MacGyver Season 5 dvds I noticed something interesting. There's an episode on disc three entitled "Serenity" in which Mac falls asleep watching an old West movie and gets himself transported to that time. The town was called Serenity and he just got back from fighting in the war. Even though I was shaking my proverbial fist at JW, I giggled a little. It's too odd.

Somehow I have a cold. And a wretched sore throat. If I die from this, I'm coming back to haunt whoever gave me it. I suspect it's the Loony bitch in the room next door. Right now, at 10 am, she's cooking food. Not breakfast food but food food. Every friggin' Sunday in the last month or so she's been doing this, making noxious smelling crap and not even opening windows or turning on fans to clear the apartment. I have to barracade myself in my room and burn incense to get the stenches out. You can tell me to talk to her about it but crazy doesn't listen. I told her about the power and again (I was lucky this time thanks to The Sixth Sense) at 4 o'clock in the am she had the lights on wasting electricity. And her issue about the other crazy getting up early and making noise to wake the dead has become her staple. I cringe at going to use the bathroom in the morning because then she gets the idea that I'm up and makes afternoon level noise. I'm half out of it, I can't sleep on a full bladder so I'm sleep walking it to the toilet most times. But I'm up once she hears that toilet flush. Gah! I'm suffocating from the rank odor of dead, decaying flesh. I swear, that's the one thing I hate about West Indian cooking. 
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This morning the news broke that Bill Beutel, anchorman for Channel 7 Eyewitness news, died yesterday. I grew up turning to that man for honest reports. He was the longest head anchorman in NYC history when he stepped down in '01. What made him different was his words of wisdom at the end of the broadcast. I looked forward to that. Sometimes, you don't know you miss someone til they're gone. 

I am rolling my eyes at tonight's episode of Grey's Anatomy. Yeah, cos yeah.

And I must sleep with the fan on. I have on the space heater for Ike but that's not the reason. Comfort. The cool air on my body is comforting. Watching Frasier, too. Had a bit of a cry. And was in shock over the last bit of Grey's (why? WHY, Shonda?) Will not speak on it. I should. I should I should.

( Grey's never jumped the shark )

It is late. Gonna let BSG2.17 download in peace. Maybe it'll be done by the time I get up in the morning.
Why is Richard frakkin Hatch on my MacGyver? I never knew he could be so evil and so good looking. EDIT: Ten am. Wake up and what does iTunes say? error. So here I am, dling BSG again. Nobody better call me today. I will shank a bitch if they disrupt my BSG dl. From the beginning!EDIT 2x: Did I mention the aforementioned is a major bitch? I'm downloading it AGAIN.

 . . . but you gotta love his subtleness around not-denying-it when it was thrown at him after he saved the world. Uh huh, I am watching Mac & Co. The weekends are tres boring I've noticed and I can't continue to watch Pirates of the Caribbean. I've seen that flick more times in the past week than in the year or so I've owned it. Something about it doesn't make it seem so old after the first few viewings.

Last night's Intro to CIS class was alright beyond the classroom being annoyingly cold. Even though the professor does have a strong accent, I can figure out much of what he's saying. I don't think it'll be too bad. I have some working knowledge of HTML and Javascript to help me along. That's what the course is mainly going to be about. The lab was simple, explore switching between windows, copy & paste, email and all that jazz. I was done in a minute and left early. Too tired to stick around and he said we could leave or do the homework assignment after the lab. Didn't want to plug my jumpdrive into the school's pcs so I decided to do it at home. I just have to write a paragraph about myself and answer a few background questions. Wondering if I should play dumb about my html skills. Hmm, I don't want to seem like the class know-it-all. We'll see.

I got the lamb some winter clothes at The Children's Place. That's what I'll call my niece or nephew. If Tam has a boy, he'll be Lamby and if she has a girl, she'll be NaraBelle. I did mention she's naming the girl Donara(dough-nar-uh)? She likes that but hates Inara. Figures.  After the convo with Mother, I want to give her the what-for about being a granny. She's gotta step up from now. She can't deny it because of the rift between her and Tam. Tam shouldn't have to be the bigger person about anything (that's what she believes; Tam). I want her to be very much a part of Lamby's life as well as my future (adopted) children. I want them to have their Nana Gigi around. Gah! She has nary an interest in Ike and he's my baby. She's looked at him with limited pointed interest and moved on. I ask about her "new" family all the time. I care too much. Even when I hate you, I want to know you're all right.

I'm in one of my mixed moods now. Damn the gift of being able to bear children! Damn it! I yelled at Ike for digging too loudly. His shell knocks around the tank. I ate half a Milky Way Midnight bar and drank Cream Soda. I gave the screw face today and felt that burst of anger even when I shouldn't have. Now I'm half-way off of going out and chewing out Loony for sleeping all day again because I know she won't sleep tonight and will end up burning power until Powers know when. My Horriblescope says to see things from the other perspective. I've tried and I don't want to.

In my mind the phrase when you can't do that has been echoing. From Firefly, when you can't walk, you crawl. And when you can't do that . . . find someone to carry you. I've been carrying too many people. I've been letting them lean on me. I'm dropping them now. Reminds me of Krystal Harris' song Supergirl. She sings: I'm supergirl/and I'm here to save the world/but I wanna know/who's gonna save me? Going back to MacGyver. I'm gonna type up my life story one of these days so you'll understand. In fact, five or so years ago I started my memoirs. Maybe I'll post it here.

I'm feeling  right now.