http://goodadvices.com/index.php en mat@goodadvices.com Copyright 2013 2013-06-18T18:50:07+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/theres_always_a_u_after_a_q._its_the_law._mrs._dimand_taught_me_that._event/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/theres_always_a_u_after_a_q._its_the_law._mrs._dimand_taught_me_that._event/#When:17:50:07Z roger allam, john finnemore, benedork cucumberpatch Tuesday has redeemed itself!!!!! I really can’t even… this is perfect! (and here’s your context, from the episode “Qikiqtarjuaq” - which I have now quoted so many damn times, I can spell Qikiqtarjuaq perfectly. Every. Single. Time.) NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: It wouldn’t have mattered anyway; I’ve seen your website. ARTHUR: Oh, have you? Brilliant! You see, Mum, I told you people would go! NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: Ohhh, you did that, did you? ARTHUR: Thank you! NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: Are you a professional web designer? ARTHUR: No, not even a bit! But there’s this website that makes it really simple, even if you’re completely clueless, you can make it play music, and the words flash, and, you know, put in things like a line of dancing aeroplanes – you know, make it look, make it look really professional. NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: Okaaay, Ms. Knapp-Shappey, I’m going to ask you and your crew from now on at all times to refer to this flight as being an Unbeaten Track flight, not an MJN one. CAROLYN: Why? It is an MJN flight. NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: Yes, but my concern is that travellers may Google you on their return and discover, no offense, what sort of outfit you are. CAROLYN: When you say “no offense,” do you in fact know what that means? superwholockian 2013-06-18T17:50:07+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/i_never_could_get_the_hang_of_tuesdays/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/i_never_could_get_the_hang_of_tuesdays/#When:13:33:46Z everyone knows jensen ackles is the princess of tumblr Once again, that line is DIRECTLY from the show. Yep. Cracktastic. Yesterday was written off because of the headache, so I’m trying to hit the ground running today. It’s weird because I normally take Tuesdays off from the job search. Otherwise, I get depressed when there’s not a lot of new jobs to apply for. Skipping Tuesday normally means that Wednesday is really productive. I like productive days. But - so far today, I’ve tried to fill out my unemployment claim in Spanish (Je parle français, mais pas couramment.) and I’ve tried to drink from my stapler. I’ve also jumped off the couch and spilled my coffee all over myself when Brown rang the doorbell to announce the arrival of the much needed dog food. *sigh* Jimmy the Pimp’s well has run dry. I haven’t heard back from Tony the Pimp about the cost job. And I’m so desperate, I’m interviewing in NEEDHAM. NEEDHAM! (Je suis très stupide.) About the only thing going in my favour today is that my Cabin Pressure fan fic is going well. I’m almost ready to print it out and edit the hell out of it. Almost. It’s going a lot faster than my Johnlock did, which is both nice and scary. Oh well, editing will take take of the scary. I hope. And knitting’s tonight - so I get to see people who aren’t at day care, not my husband, and not my personal trainer - so there’s that. Today will redeem itself, or it will get kicked squarely in the nuts. Randomness 2013-06-18T13:33:46+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/the_gospel_according_to..._chuck/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/the_gospel_according_to..._chuck/#When:23:52:16Z incestuous gay fanfiction, anyone? Had a really bad night. Jimmy the Pimp called when I was on the way to my workout. Sig Fucking Sauer is STILL hiring for kick-ass accounting positions. If I could just suck it up and sell my soul, I’d have a job a half hour from home in the income tax free state of New Hamster. But instead, I just scheduled an interview at a huge telecom company in NEEDHAM, MA. Look it up on Mapquest, sparky. The beautiful town of Needham is - straight highway, no traffic - an hour and fifteen minutes from my little home in the shadow of The Nuke. Let’s do the math, shall we? The Shadow of the Nuke + straight trip down 95 - Boston traffic = 1.25 hours commute I have people in the city proper chucking my resume into the bin because they’re worried about my commute. This commute is going to be much worse. I’m starting to wonder if he even looked at my resume… Randomness 2013-06-17T23:52:16+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/case_of_the_mondays/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/case_of_the_mondays/#When:14:03:25Z the best part of this show is that even the fans are on crack I wish my drug dealer could explain to me why I go through TERRIBLE withdrawal when I take my happy pill late (or not at all). I slept in way too late this morning, and took my pills about three hours later than I used to when I worked. Normally, I’m only an hour late, but lately, I don’t give a fuck. The only problem with not giving a fuck is that within a few hours, I do find myself giving a fuck. A HUGE fuck. The headache. The nausea. The sensitivity to light. It’s like a migraine, but it’s not. It’s a direct correlation of cause and effect, so I know it’s not a migraine. Luckily enough, OTC migraine meds do a decent job. However, they haven’t taken the edge off yet, so I just want to curl up in a ball and die. Taking today off the job search to do just that… —— I was going through a bunch of photos this morning, looking for a few specific ones, and they’re not where they belong. I had no ideas that pictures could up and walk away. However, I found several family pictures that I didn’t know my mother took. I know she took them - outside of the obvious fact that she’s not in them - because of her fingers. I don’t know how many pictures I have of her fingers, but there are a lot of them. A metric shit ton of them. Thankfully, the horrible photographer gene was not part of the genetic package she handed down. I suppose it goes without saying that I’d rather have that than the bipolar. —— Rewatching the remake of ‘Fright Night’ because David Tennant! And Anton Yelchin! I learned on tumblr that that’s the kid from the Star Trek reboot. I obviously don’t pay enough attention to movies when I watch them at home. (The more time I spend on tumblr, the worse I get… I actually texted someone “Because fuck you. That’s why.” A perfectly sound response in that world. Not so much over here in the growed up/real world. My spelling is also getting worse. I! NEED! A!  JOB!) (Also, while I’m speaking parenthetically about my newfound terrible grammar, I’d also like to apologize - AGAIN - to my British friends. Writing fan fic based on British radio and tv programmes is killing both my spelling and my vocabulary and my pronunciation. If we should ever cross paths in public again, I promise I’ll try to sound like an American instead of a jackass.) —— Really bad insomnia last night led to this Facebook status: The best part of being the only one awake? Getting to listen to J and Guinness. J’s mumbling something and Guinness is barking in his sleep. Could you imagine what those two are talking about? G: BUNNIES! SQUIRREL! BUNNIES! BUNNIES!!! J: Guinness, stawp it. G: DAYCARE!! DAYCARE!!! SQUIRREL!!! J: Guinness, shut up. G: KITTY! BUNNY! SQUIRREL! DAYCARE! J: Guinness, shut up. Now. G: Squirrel? I love those guys. They’re always good for some comic relief. Randomness 2013-06-17T14:03:25+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/i_speak_baby/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/i_speak_baby/#When:19:52:54Z stormageddon wishes you a happy not mum’s day! I hate Facebook on holidays. Especially holidays banned by The Dead Parents Club general membership. I can’t deal with the tributes to the dead parents. I can’t deal with the tributes to the living parents. I just can’t deal. Period. Talk to me when today is over… bipolar, #threewords 2013-06-16T19:52:54+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/see_thats_an_amazing_human_being_right_there/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/see_thats_an_amazing_human_being_right_there/#When:14:18:18Z this. Yesterday, I said, “Maison and West probably don’t know what kind of person he is. Yet. But if they ever question how fucking kick-ass a person he is, they don’t need to look any further than the SPN fandom for the answer. We would do just about anything for him. Not because he’s a celebrity. Not because he’s on our favorite TV show. But simply because he exists.” As the say, the proof is in the pudding: Finally, he is just a normal guy who does an amazing job and uses it to get to normal people, and to change them forever. Seventeen thousand people can’t be wrong… superwholockian 2013-06-16T14:18:18+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/why_cant_everybody_be_like_misha_collins/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/why_cant_everybody_be_like_misha_collins/#When:22:18:35Z west has the best dad in the world… Seriously - I want to focus on Misha Collins for a moment. His kids are growing up with a man who didn’t want to get married until gays could. His kids are growing up with a man who doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘normal’. His kids are growing up with a man who has inspired thousands of people to go on a creative journey with him. His kids are growing up with a man who loves them madly and will give them all the tools they need to be more than successful grown ups - they will be awesome people. Maison and West probably don’t know what kind of person he is. Yet. But if they ever question how fucking kick-ass a person he is, they don’t need to look any further than the SPN fandom for the answer. We would do just about anything for him. Not because he’s a celebrity. Not because he’s on our favorite TV show. But simply because he exists. superwholockian 2013-06-15T22:18:35+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/well_when_you_put_it_that_way/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/well_when_you_put_it_that_way/#When:23:48:56Z that’s… brilliant! Once again, tumblr to the rescue! Yesterday was a day of schmoop and it was what I needed… I needed that reminder that I wasn’t alone. I needed that reminder that I do have a kick ass family. Today, I got surprised when I got my thank you card from Annie for her shower gift. THE SCHMOOP! I’m not ashamed to admit that I burst into tears when I read it. She really is the sweetest person ever. And it’s so not a problem for me to drive nine hours round trip to spend four at her bridal shower… it if was a problem, this friendship wouldn’t be four years old. It would have been over after that first trip to Albany with Instrument. In addition, I got a text this morning which got me laughing until I cried: There’s gonna be a special treat after I review deathly hollows 2… I’m working on an epilogue for all the surviving main characters… good shit, but don’t be drinking coffee after I post it. I have an entry that’s been kicking around for a few days now. It’s schmoopy as fuck, but it’s an open letter to someone / a group of someones, who oddly enough, were some of the same people in yesterday’s schmoopfest. It’s definitely going to require some kleenex. Maybe not for the general public, but you never know… I guess it depends which me comes out to play when I get around to actually writing it. (How many times have I said “schmoop” or some variant thereof? Too many? Schmoop. Schmoop. Schmoop.) —— In other news, the industry company didn’t make their decision today… I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. They’re saying it’s because the head dude is traveling. I also applied for an accounting job with a regional sports network. I kind of feel like I’m back in college applying for jobs with hockey teams. It’s like the universe is telling me if I can’t be in the UK, maybe I belong back in sports/hockey somehow. #threewords, Friends, Randomness 2013-06-14T23:48:56+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/i_guess_i_shouldnt_say_i_cant/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/i_guess_i_shouldnt_say_i_cant/#When:16:25:50Z could they be any cuter? I’m watching Gordon Ramsey’s “Kitchen Nightmares” and… holy fuck. The kitchen in this particular episode is, well, I came close to making a run for the bathroom. Blech! I’ve worked in two restaurants, and while I can personally vouch for their cleanliness (only during the period I was employed there - I make no such guarantees now), I often wonder about other places. Even though I’m an accountant by trade, I did learn a lot about kitchen ops and how to run a dining room. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that stuff out. I can’t cook, I don’t even pretend to, half the time we can’t agree on what we want to eat, I’m at the gym during dinner time most nights, and it is much easier/cheaper for us to eat out when we’re home at the same time. (We throw out more food than we eat. When the numbers are run, it just makes sense.) That doesn’t mean that I don’t know the whys and hows of a clean kitchen. It also doesn’t mean that I can’t use google when I have a question. How do these restaurants get that bad? How do you not realize you’re selling rotten tomatoes? GREEN chicken? And let’s not even discuss the financial situations these guys find themselves in because half of them don’t recognize just how freaking HARD it is to run a business, let alone a restaurant. *sigh* —— My Cabin Pressure fan fic is coming along. I ended up surprising myself and discovered that I’m OK with writing (admittedly very vanilla) intimate scenes between two men. Again… nothing graphic, definitely NOT PWP, and the only lemon is a traveling one. Guess I should add that to my resume, yeah? *grin* Randomness 2013-06-14T16:25:50+00:00 http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/its_raining_in_rensselaerville_baby/ http://goodadvices.com/index.php/GA/its_raining_in_rensselaerville_baby/#When:17:34:33Z fucking anderson It’s been an interesting day on Facebook. College friends, high school friends, and friends from towns/villages I can’t even spell are lifting my spirits today. It’s been hard work finding a job. There’s nothing out there that I’m qualified for that I haven’t already applied for. Even my recruiters are coming up empty handed. But, we joked about FB introducing hashtags, #LoveActually, Jammie Dodgers and Jelly Babies, bitched about tourist season, remembered good times (and boys in drag), and quoted Counting Crows. There was also a conversation about Bellatrix Lestrange and Hermione Granger being dominatrices and doubling up on Harry Potter, but that - thankfully - was off of Facebook. Some of my friends who don’t know about this blog (for a reason) definitely do NOT need to know that that might have been my contribution to the conversation. (Although “Spank my bum, Harry” started my decent into perversion, so he’s not COMPLETELY innocent in all of this.) I lost count of the number of times that I choked on my coffee this morning, but holy crap it was so worth it. There was even a moment where I was cleaning snarfed coffee off my poor laptop. I have missed you, Duke of Stud, more than I think either of us could imagine. I’m glad you’re better - you’re more yourself than you’ve been in a very long time. I mentioned the other day that I’ve been crap at “family” - it’s definitely the hardest of my three words. It’s also the one I tend to let slide in pursuit of succeeding with self and create… I love when I’m reminded that the family I’ve managed to create for myself is pretty damn awesome. Thank you guys - from the bottom of my heart. I’m going to go cry now… #threewords, Friends 2013-06-13T17:34:33+00:00