TV

CSI made me cry. Bawling, sobbing, clutching the dog cry.

Smallville made me...well...*thinks of the positive* You know, beside Alan Ritchinson, KK seems like Judy Dench. (I now appreciate the actual ability to NOT be stilted. Even if I'm not fond of Rob Schneider's acting, or Pauly Shore's, at least they manage to say words without sounding forced.

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Work

I swear, if I input my boss's entire damn rolodex into Microsoft Office and she doesn't buy a fucking Blackberry thingie, then I will SCREAM. Can we say waste of time much? (She does this. She starts a project with no intention of finishing it.)

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Family

My cousin Zack is coming into town for the weekend! Yay! *dances* We *never* see him, because he can't afford to come up from Florida (and in this instance, it's only him - his wife couldn't come). But he scraped together some money so he could see Gran before her surgery on Tuesday. Gran doesn't know. My cousin Jennifer (Zack's sister who drove up this past Sunday from Florida), Katie and I are going to the "zoo" this afternoon, which is our sneaky way of Jennifer going to get him at the Raleigh airport. And we all will be tearing to Gran's house and hopefully meeting up with Zack and Jenn so that we all walk in together. (Zack would be at the back of the line. Katie is tall enough that we can block him and really surprise Gran.)

Smallville

Oh, because I found the trailer for next week's ep so damn entertaining, some things I noted from the Kryptonsite's screencaps of the trailer.

( Well, when a trailer has me rolling on the floor laughing... )

Dear lord kill me now

I'm having to call high up muckity-mucks for their email addresses. Can we talk about how horrible this is? Oh. my. god. *headdesk*

Luckily I've been given the name of a secretary for one of them who *should* be helpful. At least for that one person.

ETA2: Oh fun! One email address doesn't work, so of COURSE I must have copied it down wrong (I didn't, it just doesn't work and the company has been notified). The secretary that should be helpful isn't there to return my call and may or may not call me back later. And the last email address I'm supposed to get is for a guy at the local American Express office, and none of the four phone numbers in the book work, nor does 411 help.

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My PMS is on overload today, with "quick to anger" being the predominant problem. And work is working on "quick to anger". As is my mother.

ETA: Wow. You know your PMS is bad when your boss coughing pisses you off. Seriously, though. Could she just go get some water already? 10 minutes of hacking obviously isn't working.

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Mom is bored today and has decided now is the time to email me about things like relationships etc. And her having prayed for me to find a man. (All this in connection with the guy who left a note on my car. *sigh*) I'm tempted to email my sister and tell her to email with mom and get mom to back off, because today is NOT the day.

I will get through today without strangling anyone. I will get through today without strangling anyone.

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ETA3: Going to Barnes and Noble for lunch. With my sister. Had already warned her that if mom emailed wanting to know why I wasn't responding, it was because I was busy, I have PMS, and I didn't feel like the topic mom wanted to discuss was appropriate. Let's hope my sister isn't going to lunch with me because she's been prodded to "talk" with me and work things out. I may commit murder.

Way to go, B&N!

Barnes and Noble managed to piss me off. *headdesk*

Very quickly found Close Range by Annie Proulx. Sister then finds me a cheap ass bargain book of ghost stories. Suddenly I remember that I wanted to see if B&N had a book on the history of stock car racing (including the running of moonshine and old NC dirt tracks). Went to the sports section. Amazingly, there were no NASCAR books in the sports section. Went to help desk. Asked for NASCAR books.

Seems NASCAR isn't a sport, it's automotive.

But keep in mind, SAILING is a sport. On big ole yachts.

*scratches head*

And what gets me more than just the standard "racing a car isn't a sport" schtick is that we're in NC. I don't care WHO organized them by category and their intentions, but in the state of NC, racing is a sport. That's where folks are logically going to look. (Coincidentally, Books a Million puts racing in the sports section.) Here it is a sport to most people. When two customer service reps go to help a woman find a book and leave the one person wanting the NASCAR section without help, they have the potential to lose a sale since it's not in a logical spot. Logic is dictated most times by the masses, not by the pseudo-intellectual who thinks they're being clever by putting NASCAR where it should be.

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On the plus side, found a book from 1975 that included the history of the sport. FYI. NASCAR was damn chauvenistic back in the day. I respect the folks that don't pretend it was all rosey and nice. One of the chapter titles? No Women Need Apply (Except With Big Tits) is about race queens (the Miss Winstons and Miss Nextel Cups of years before). Hee!

WOohoo!

Martinsville Lineup

Hermie's in! Yay bubblesbrnaid!

Even better (in my book)?

Derrick Cope is in! My icon has use!

BoBice!

For dragonsinger



(There's another new promo pic, but my GOD he looks like a girl in it. They did something stupid by pulling back his hair, and there's leather pants with the lace crotch thing and...ugh. Somehow they made Bo look not like Bo.)