Oh, yoo hoo!

Calling all X-Men movie spoiler lovers and fans and whatnot.

(I'm specifically looking at haremmistressdd and musesfool.)

Because I did a fall off the bed freak out last night, I'm wondering if anyone has any information (beyond reading the script) on X2. Maybe something from the new trailer airing with DareDevil.

Since you know, they aired some shots from that trailer on Entertainment Tonight last night, and one of those shots was of Rogue kissing Bobby.

Who else is going "huh"? Really, I know there's only one actually plausible explanation (Mystique), but still. Help folks!

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The Technologically Delusional

Look at this! I'm possibly aiming for the 20 post mark today. This will be number 3. *g*

***

My boss drives me crazy on a continual basis, always afraid of technology. If she faxes something, I have to check five minutes later to make sure it went through, because even though it didn't kick out a form *saying* it didn't go through, well, it still might not have gone through.

*sigh*

Today's technological quibble? She waited until the due date to submit a nomination for an award in the community. So since she waited until today, of course I need to use the internet submission form on their site rather than the one printed in the paper. Well, I filled out the form and sent it, but now she wants me to call them and make sure it went through, just because it might not have, and since today's the deadline...

Granted, there have been technological problems with forms before. I recognize that. So every once in a blue moon they don't work. But dear lord. The paranoia is annoying as hell. Sometimes I just want to tell her to get stuff done on time and quite freaking out of penny ante issues.

***

I got the cutest arrangement of flowers today from my dad. He does this for me every year, and he always manages to get something cute. They're little, but hey, he's my dad, I don't expect a dozen roses from him.

It's a pretty little red pot, with greenery (more like a plant than the ferney greenery usually associated with flower arrangements), three white carnations and four lilies. There's a red bow, and a chocolate rose wrapped in red foil.

It's very cute. I do adore my dad. *g*

And today's special level of hell...

Only a week left till DilloCon. Just think, at exactly this time next Friday, Kathe and I will be sitting in the lobby of the hotel doing meet and greet with much snark. Yay!

I'm point this out to bring my spirits up. Because I'm in a special level of hell right now.

The technology issue from this morning? Well, I called the publication in charge of the nominations for the award, and the person in charge of it was out, so they put me in her voicemail.

And it was the raving lunatic bitch that used to work here. *big teeth-gritting grin*

This girl? Was a lunatic. Right off the bat she decided she hated me. Now, we started the same day and had both applied for the same job, which she got. (I got another job, which I still do, whoppie.) She was the one in a higher position, and she decided to hate me. She was quite open about it. Well, except to me. She talked about me behind my back. Of course she was very equal opportunity. She talked about everyone in the office behind their backs. Hell, she was fired because of her attitude. But it was me she hated the most.

I have never had that kind of problem in my life, and I doubt I'll ever have it again. But that one experience, with that idiot psycho...

So I had to leave her a message to call me. Told the main boss that I was waiting for a call back, then told her who would be calling. She laughed about it, then wondered what kind of mood Psycho would be in when she called. The boss said, and I quote, "Well, she'll either talk your head off, or she'll be crying and ready to commit suicide." I kid you not, this is this girl's personality. Even my most clueless boss had her MO down.

Of course when she called back she was all chipper and whatnot. Because her grandmother had sent her flowers for V-Day. Do I care? No. Psycho bitch can go hide under the little rock she has chosen to reside under. I don't want anything to do with her. Just tell me what I want to know, then leave me alone.

*shudder* I fell dirty. Like I should take a scalding shower with Clorox or something.

Just call me Sadie the Sadist.

I am a glutton for punishment. I could sit here all day and tell you what my "type" of guy is, and it would be not much like what I end up attracted to.

I was doing some filing and chatting with a boss, and it was after our chat that I realized something. While I may say I'm attracted to a certain type, the reality is that the last few times I've actually been attracted to a guy, he's been a type, but not the type I usually look for.

Okay, first let me say that the boss I was chatting with fits the type I find myself attracted to (and I am attracted to him). The type is always older than me, although he could be close in age or quite a bit older (and I'm basing this on three guys in particular where I was very, very attracted to them). In the looks department they have nothing in common, except that they're not lean, a bit meatier. They all had self-depricating senses of humor. Were intelligent. Quick wit. Very normal guys. In fact they were very much a guy's guy. And they were all very snarky. And oddly enough, very monogomous. And the last two were into innuendo a lot too and were very direct. Gah.

Hell. Damn it. The only places I've ever been able to meet guys like this and not be put off by them? At work. Which is a bad place to meet guys unless you work in some big giant corporation with lots of departments.

I am so screwed. Or not as the case may be.

***

A coworker got flowers this afternoon and cracked us all up with her reaction. She was at lunch when they arrived. The boyfriend actually brought them. When she came back, she goes trotting around the corner to her desk, chatting away with someone, catches sight of the flowers and yells "Oh my god!" The whole office heard her. Cracked us up. She grabs, the phone and starts dialing the boyfriend, all the while alternating between "oh my god" and "that son of a bitch."

*g* And the arrangement? 11 roses, 10 of which were red, with one yellow, and mini-roses, in varying colors of red, pink, white, pale pink, yellow, and a reddish orange. Very pretty arrangement. He picked out all of the flowers to be put in.

All she had gotten him was a card. And he's cooking her dinner. Let's just say we had a good laugh at her expense. But at least he's a very, very romantic guy.