I don't know why exactly, but I've blogged a couple of entries up at my original blogspace: http://www.crankyspace.com/
So yeah. You can check that out if you want.
It's all fine and dandy to watch Cold Case on Sunday nights and have a good cry at their reliably heartbreaking final musical+ghost montage. I kind of like it, that weekly catharsis brought on by a highly selective use of the pop tunes of the murderous time period in question. However, a day-long marathon of this show is proving very problematic as I have now cried once an hour for the last, oh, six hours. And no, I haven't actually watched all of them sitting here in a post-Thanksgiving haze of gluttony regret. I've been puttering most of the day and only actually watched right through one episode. But I always watch the final montage and I always cry.
I am thankful for being a major loser.
(P.S. The video above isn't actually from any of the episodes I saw today, though I have seen that one but it should give you an idea if you don't normally watch the show of the sort of blatant audience manipulation they engage in in the closing moments. Also, that blonde girl who looks happy with that guy in the bed? Yeah, that totally doesn't last, she's nicely miserable pretty much all the time and lives with cats. So I also kind of like the show because of her.)
This is the ending for the episode that's on now which I'm not watching because I've seen it a number of times and it's about a lonely fat woman who gets manipulated into murder. Which is, like, not fun to watch. But it uses Heart at the end and HEART FUCKING ROCKS.
I did cry at this one earlier, but only because I was so sad that I once bought a Travis album (HEE. But I do like this song):
I /= Tina Fey (I wish!)
Sometimes, I = Liz Lemon.
Jack: Human contact is important, Lemon. I can tell from your stress level that you’ve not been touched in any way for quite some time. Not caressed. Not massaged. Not even groped on the subway. Do you agree that you need someone in your life, Lemon?
Liz Lemon: No. I have bigger things to worry about than my personal life.
Jack: I would think that the single woman’s biggest worry would be choking to death in her apartment.
Music-wise, what was the first 45, single or download you bought?
Submitted by Paddy Melt Wagon.
First 45 single purchased by my own hand:
Can I also tag onto this that I'm currently completely obsessed with Timbaland! What the hell?
So, like, dudes. It's been nuts this week.
On Monday, I started getting ready for my new person at work. I am so thrilled to have someone else to work with, to help me and yes, even, to teach that I can't stand it. The even better part is that this is someone who's worked with us on-and-off for years. I think she was working there before I was (she was in high school at the time) so she knows her way around our dysfunction and isn't afraid to step right into it. I am so "on board" with this hire that I promptly moved her into my one-person office into a little nook so we can gaze lovingly at each other all day (too much? Ok, maybe too much, but I am so happy about this). I bring to you Sophie's Nook:
The accommodations are a bit cramped, especially for her, but are ideal for training because we can easily share documents and screens. In a couple of months we'll either move both of us into a larger office (hrm, give up my adorable, much coveted single-person office?!) or find another spot for her to work more independently.
I was primed for Tuesday to be a good day because I had planned for a nutritious breakfast, oatmeal for the first time in months, and I woke up early, which never happens anymore. Unfortunately, it got a little crappy right away as I broke my Bodum french press (I still haven't replaced it and it's becoming an issue) and then my container of oatmeal opened up in the bag I was carrying it in on the way to work. I pouted like a baby and one of my coworkers cleaned up some of the bag for me, but it was basically a loss and I ended up eating grind-filled coffee and a half oatmeal-cooked banana for breakfast. POUT.
However, the day started looking up at about 6pm when I met Jon at the Apple Store PA so he could walk me through an expensive purchase of a new MacBook and, well, hell since we're at it let's throw an iPhone in there, too. I had to take a break and go have a drink at the Old Pro first, but before the evening was out, I had made my purchase.
Which basically means the week ended right there because you KNOW I didn't get anything done the rest of the week. I've been spending my spare time trying to get the machines set up and I think I'm nearly done. I'm still probably a few weeks from wiping out my old Powerbook but I'm pretty sure I've got all the important stuff off of it. I don't know which machine I like better. I was a little afraid of the slightly smaller screen size of the Macbook vs. my old 15" PB but so far I'm not bothered by it. And the glossy screen is so crisp and bright compared to my old machine it's like getting an eyeball transplant. As for the iPhone, well, that touchscreen navigation is unfreakingreal.
Unfortunately the end of the week has taken a slightly bad turn as I've gotten sick AGAIN. I don't think I really recovered from being sick before and this afternoon it hit me like that ole ton of bricks, so I left work early and came home and fell into a coma-sleep for a couple of hours. I hope I just need lots of sleep and this will go away. We've had some people out sick at our office for a week and as an LOLCat might say: Do Not Want.
I am so confused, and bummed out, by the recent revelation that my fat calves are not fat enough for fat calf boots. I am going to have to return the pair I just bought - they aren't really right, particularly I appear to have a slightly atrophied left leg, or something. Anyway, a bummer. Because they are definitely too fat for not fat calf regular folk boots.
Sigh.
