Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Is it true that Misha does a striptease to “Carry on My Wayward Son”?

And so it begins…

“Post a thread to MC’s IMBD board asking a personal question about him…”

There’s 151 things on this list for our team of 15 to do… LOTS of things involving Kale, Cheese, Legumes, and Kant.

I had no idea who Kant was… I do now. And now I need to find some chalk to prove it. *grin*

My next big item to attempt: Find a yoga studio who will let me join a class while wearing a ski jacket, goggles, mittens and SKIIS. In a yoga class.

I thought my red dress moment was wearing the red dress… Oh, fuck. I’m a fool.

GISHWHES is my red dress moment. This is the best, craziest, most creative thing I’ve ever done.

Suck on that, bipolar.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Maybe the AHS fandom belongs in an ASSylum…

I actually debated whether or not I should show the unedited version… Maybe in a future post?

On Wednesday night, I tuned into the season premiere of AHS’ 2nd season and logged into tumblr. I knew things were going to get crazy, but holy fuck, I wasn’t expecting the episode to go the way it did.

I will say that Wednesday was apparently “National Ass Day” to begin with and Murphy did NOT disappoint. We even got “Evan Peters” to trend worldwide on Twitter. (No. I do not tweet about my fandoms on either of my twitter accounts that people know about.)

Evan’s wasn’t the only ass out there, though. We also got to see Lily Rabe’s as well, but the majority of the AHS fandom didn’t care for her LILY white ass.  (I am cracking myself up over here. You have no idea.)

Anyhoo, tumblr EXPLODED with a ass-ton of butt jokes. (See what I did there? LOL)  I love each and every one of the AHS tumblrs I follow… and it really cemented why I love tumblr.

It’s going to be an awesome ride this season. So glad I decided to give it a chance.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Insane. Yup.

I have signed up for G.I.S.H.W.H.E.S.

I’ve heard the stories, seen the results and I’m STILL in.

I just hope I don’t wind up in jail while partaking in the festivities. *grin*

Thursday, October 18, 2012

I fucking LOVE my job

We have this customer - a really, really, big one - whose accountant has called me several times. He called today and asked for “Tammy”, and our wonderful office manager blurts out “Don’t ever call her Tammy.”

Mind you, I am laughing hysterically over this as she transfers him to my office. I’m not a big fan of being called Tammy, but as I grow older, I’m a teeny tiny bit less resistant to it. (I may still punch you in the nose if you call me it, however.) In a business setting? Call me whatever the fuck you want as long as you pay your bills on time - which they do.

I’m still laughing when I pick up the phone. Blah blah blah - business speak - blah blah blah. Then he blurts out “You always laugh when I call you. How are you so happy all the time? You’re pretty strange.” I tell him I make sure I take my pink pills every morning, and if he’d like some, I can ask my shrink if they’d write a script for him.

He decides right then that his life goal is to piss me off. I dared him to try. I double dog dared him.

Then we’re talking about how I dislike being called Tammy and why. I tell him about the clueless sales rep I used to deal with who INSISTED my name was Pamela Wilson. How you get that out of my name I’m not quite sure, unless maybe you have a hearing problem.  The best part was he would email me at “firstname.lastname@companyname.com” and every time he got my name wrong in person, I would give him a new business card.

So I’m telling Mr. Flugenhyphen that (people never get his last name right, so I gave him a new one), and as we’re getting off the phone he says, “Have a great weekend, Pamela.”

If he thinks that’s going to piss me off, he’s going to be disappointed. It takes a lot more than that…

Sunday, October 14, 2012

I am *so* ready to get committed!!!

We’ve moved on from the murder house, and on to Briarcliff. While I’m sad that the story of the Harmons is over - and really, where could it have gone? - I’m getting increasingly more excited for season two. While RM says that all the returning actors will be playing parts different from the roles they played in season one, Even Peters is still going to be tortured by Jessica Lange, and that, my friends, is totally worth the price of admission. While they didn’t share too many scenes in AHS:MH, that scene where she’s beating the crap out of him is just magical. His reaction to her is… yeah. (Although the Lange / Quinto smackdown is definitely my number one Lange scene. I think. There were too many good Constance scenes.)

So any way… I’m back to obsessing about the show. Sorry.

Other than obsessing over AHS, I’m outlining some Shenny fanfic for NaNoWriMo. That will be fun… Maybe. NaNoWriMo always kicks my ass, but I have the writing bug, so why not focus my energy there? I already have an account on FF.net, so why not write something and give back to the incredible community there?

There’s so much I want to write about… and not a whole lot I want to share right now. Oh well, that’s what Moleskines and Lamy Safari fountain pens are for.