Monday, October 6, 2008

What stage is this?

So I'm pissed off.

Could it be one of the stages of grief I'm going through over the Brewers?

Oh no. I'm still in the denial stage. Well actually, I don't know the stages in order so I pick and choose as I go. Anyway. I'm pissed because this one chick is putting me in a bind. She knew I was calling tonight to interview her, she gave me her number and was like yah after 845 call. So I have. Twice. And she is pissing me off beyond everything else because I need the story to get done. Ah! Piss. Why don't you answer your foooooooooking phone?! YOU KNOW I AM CALLING! I LEFT A VOICEMAIL!

Gah!

Anyway. So my favorite family to hate, the Duggars, had a show on TLC tonight (which I didn't watch cuz I was waiting for this girl to CALL ME BACK) Briana did and she filled me in on the deets. I guess the oldest Duggar child, you know the one with a J name? Oh wait, they all have J names! Proposed and him and the future poor soul who is gonna have twenty six million babies storm from her turnstile (stole that from lyrics of a Death Cab for Cutie song...) are not going to have their first kiss until they get married.

Um, what? Seriously? You aren't gonna plant one on her until you say "I do" yet your gonna screw her so you end up with a billion kids too? Classy! Seriously though. Why not kiss? I can respect the not doing it until marriage if that's your thing but kissing?! Really! Perhaps oldest Duggar is afraid he is like his daddy, he won't be able to stop himself.

RING PHONE! RING!

I saw this commercial for a new TV show on Discovery and the concept of it is so simple. I have the feeling that I must watch it. "Time Warp." It's basically a show about things in super slow motion like xmo or whatever that's called. That's it! A show dedicated to things in slow motion! I LOVE IT! I must watch. Also I like the name of the show "Prototype This!" It sounds so edgy like suck this! I like it! Oh and Dirty Jobs starts again tomorrow! Weeeeeeee! Oh wait I have class...booooooo. Meh. I'll tape it. Oh wait some one is borrowing my tape. I better get it back tomorrow!

I was watching a show on discovery today about torture tools. It was kind of interesting. One thing was this statue like deallyo that looks all nice and inviting and then wham bambo! You go to hug it (cuz who doesn't hug statues? or I guess your forced into its embrace...) and boom! The arms clamp against you and drive bronze stakes into you. Nice no? There was also some stuff on torture wheels but I missed most of that. Then the cross, naturally. Quite the effective death machine. And cruel! The creepy torture expert, who ironically was a professor of religion, said the cross is superbad cuz when they drive the stakes into the ankles then the person can kind of get the relief off the hands. But then the diaphragm is stretched out or some shit so its hard to breath so when the person goes to de-stretch, gravity gets ya and boom, horrendous pain. Ah gravity. It'll get you every time.

Diaphragm is a weird word. A silent g. How strange. It's like silent p's. Why must I spell pneumonia with a p when it serves no purpose? I guess it might but just looking at it, really? I don't recall ever learning the pn sound.

ok so...moving on.

Man. My daily routine is just thrown off with the end of the Brewers season. Nothing new on JSOnline to keep me satisfied or Brewers.com. Two websites that occupied much of my time and my morning routine. Check email, check other email, check facebook, go on jsonline, go on brewers.com, go on cnn, check blogs. I will have to find something else to fill my time again. I just don't recall what I did last year at this time! The baseball season is so long I just get used to it being there. It's like swimming with a life vest, I depend on it. Then you take it away and I'm thrown for a loop. I can swim good enough to keep afloat a while but it's nice having that vest.

Right.

RING!

...no luck. Why say you'll be free when you're clearly ignoring me? Just making yourself look bad and me. Which is what I care about more. I could care less about how she looks.

Ok I'm out.

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