Blogroll Additions

I normally don't announce additions to my blogroll (because, like I'm so big it's a major announcement or something?), but in light of the fact that I've either a) nominated these folks for awards, or b) passed awards to some who have then nominated these folks whom I *would* have nominated if I had half a brain, I just wanted to say that Adventures of an Awesome (Sometimes) Mother, The Laundress, Zimmerhouse, and Mostly True Stories are now up in my sidebar.

Oh yeah, and I put Angel's weight loss blog, Slayer in Training up there too (her main blog is "Give Me Something to Sing About").

Check 'em out, y'all :)

Rockin' Bloggin'

Oh dear... yes Angel, the husbands will start to worry, ROFL!

As you may have surmised from the title of this entry and the first line (full text at Angel's main blog), Angel has nominated me for another award:

Well, I'm a girl, and I blog, and I've even been known to crank up the Nickelback in my car once I've dropped off the offspring so...

Hey, works for me! As you all know, blog bling is still a marvelous novelty to me, so I'm just going to sit here and stare at my sidebar for a bit. IF I can ever get the thing to load up, that is...

Ah, there. Much better.

(hey, it says "Rockin' "-- doesn't say a thing about technically-savvy...)

Now I need to pass this on to five more folks, I believe. Hmmm...

Well, Angel is going to have to do without, as she and I have done the reciprocal award thing a bit too much in the past 72 hours. But if I could, I would!

(I've mentioned the dorktastic thing, right? Okay, I thought I had...)

Anyway, without further ado, these are my nominees:

Judy of Tiggers Don't Jump. I love the mix of postings in her blog... some medical, some personal, ALL great. Besides, she sided with me over the Great Brownie Caper. MAJOR props.

(psst -- he hasn't touched my chocolate since, wise man that he is)

Nurse K of Crass-Pollination. Why? Brass balls. Do NOT mess with her. You will NOT win. When I wear my "I can only please so many people per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either," t-shirt, I think of her.

(in a good way, promise!)

At Your Cervix. Lady's got it going on. She's recovering from weight loss surgery and is a full-time nurse in labor and delivery. Plus she's in the non-interventive school of thought which, obviously, makes me smile and also makes me wish she worked down in my area and had been one of my L&D nurses with No. 1 Son.

(she totally would not have grabbed my breast without asking... I'm sure of it)

Medblog Addict. I'm relatively certain MBA is a girl? I think it's been said. If not, just bash me over the head with a Clue x4 and consider this a sincere compliment.

(besides, as a medblog addict myself, I think we'd do well in therapy together... we just wouldn't get any better)

And finally Working Girl at Mostly True Stories. Anyone whose URL starts with "pad and panty" deserves my nomination! Best damn URL since At Your Cervix :)

Rock on, bloggers... rock on.

Famous Last Words

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"What we know is not much. What we don't know is enormous."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

Actually? Yeah. That works for me.

Hat tip to Monkeygirl.

The Power of Positive Schmoozing

Well, gosh durn it... I've always suspected I talk quite a bit, but this pretty much proves it:

Both Angel and Ambulance Driver have nominated me for The Power of Positive Schmoozing Award! This is both highly great and slightly sucktastic.

It's great because, well, thanks y'all! And it's just the slightest bit sucktastic because I was going to nominate AD when I saw Angel had nominated me, but he beat me to the punch! So AD, I think you're gonna be stuck with a "Schmoozing to the Second Power" nomination anyway.

Oh sidebar blog bling, how I love you... (yes, yes, I'm a dork; you all know that by now). Now I've just gotta figure out how to make a "higher power" button for AD*. Heh.

I never really thought of myself as a schmoozer, but looking at the definition I indirectly snagged from Lois (see post below), it looks like I am. Like I said, I talk. A lot (yet I wonder why my kids never shut up? Oish). And over the past several months I've been blogsurfing and finding new places I like to read, and new people to keep up with as well as those I've been reading for awhile. I also may seem to litter the blogosphere with comments, but (and this is likely telling) I don't feel I comment enough. I guess it's because comments are golden to me, so I like to leave them in as many places as I can.

For such a blabbermouth, you think I'd be an extrovert on those personality tests.

Nope. INFJ.

The "I" stands for introvert. Huh. But what that really means, the extrovert and introvert classifications, is how we gain our energy. Extroverts recharge by being with other people. Introverts like people just fine (or many may, including me), but they have to get their "alone time" to be able to recharge. So yeah, I guess that fits fine too. An introverted babbbler; that's me.

Well, enough stalling. I have to pass this on to some folks, and can't figure out whether I am to nominate 5 or 10, since I was nominated twice in one day. Hmmm... well, regardless, let's get this party started!

1. BabsRN. Babs, this may not be your cup of tea, but you dropped by and commented when I was even more of a relative unknown in the blogosphere than I am now. You're not swayed by the popularity vote, you just go where you like and let the herd be hanged. Not sucking up, just saying it like it is. You rock. And your ferrett is damned cute, too.

2. Awesome Mom. You truly bring the funny in your own posts, and are generous with your comments on the blogs of others, regardless of the blog's focus... or lack thereof, in my blog's case!

3. Mauigirl. Lady, I have no idea how you came across me, but I'm sure glad you did. You're a breath of fresh air, and I enjoy you, your comments, and your blog... not to mention the "Kitchen Reciprocity" you and your husband practice, which mirrors the insanity in my house.

3. tz. Yes, we just "met," but your post on coincidences got me thinking on the potential of a post about Angel and me befriending each other through such a strange sequence of events. Besides, the similarities between some aspects of our lives just tickle me to no end. Remember, science is just another language!

4. Monkeygirl. Anyone whose first comment on my blog is is on the post regarding my unfortunate gulping of three cans of Spicy V8? Hee. And yeah, that was not a good choice for an afternoon beverage. I'm sticking to my Diet Coke from now on.

5. Rural Felicity. You are such a neat lady. I enjoy stopping by your blog and having you stop by mine. You amaze me daily.

6. Dr. Rob. You're a definite activist in the med-blogging field. And the Ask Dr. Rob series is both educational and gut-rippingly funny. Thanks for making me laugh at myself with my question about my cat addiction/allergy. Yes, I do know it's foolish to deliberately invite allergen-laden animals into my home. But I'm a pet nut, and I plead children who love kitties as an extenuating circumstance.

7. Femail Doc. Your blog is all doc, but your comments are all you. Whenever I see you've commented, I grin. And let me just say that coffee makers are "Teh EVIL" ;)

8. Patient Anonymous. Yes, you're on hiatus. But still, you roam the blogosphere regardless of the topic of the blog, and comment prodigiously on topics which interest you. So whenever you opt to return, here you go, girl.

And for the Power of Two:

9. Angel. Just because. Yes, I know you nominated me, but back "in the day" when I was a newbie on the boards you welcomed me. To the best of both our knowledge at the time, we didn't know jack about each other except that we were both on the slightly-more-crunchy-end of motherhood. And then we learned more and more... and well, I'm just glad I know you.

10. Ambulance Driver. See above. Way, WAY above, LOL.

Take care, y'all. And everyone who reads me, who's in my blogroll or not... thank you for being here. Thank you for caring enough to drop by and hear what I have to babble about today. And thank you even more for commenting.

If you're around and would like to be in my blogroll, just let me know. My e-mail is posted in the sidebar. I'm small enough I'm good with adding folks. Reciprocity rocks!

Blessings to all.

*not just for AD, but for Angel as well! Anyone up for it? I'm not graphically oriented. My lack of ability to post vacation pics might clarify that for some...

Slayer-in-Training

Fat Doctor has just nominated Angel of Slayer-in-Training for The Positive Power of Schmoozing Award (which she herself was nominated for by Lois Grebowski).

The award is described thusly, and is shamelessly borrowed from FD who in turn hijacked it from Lois:

“As it goes, schmoozing is the natural ability “to converse casually, especially in order to gain an advantage or make a social connection.” Good schmoozers effortlessly weave their way in and out of the blogosphere, leaving friendly trails and smiles, happily making new friends along the way. They don’t limit their visits to only the rich and successful, but spend some time to say hello to new blogs as well. They are the ones who engage others in meaningful conversations, refusing to let it end at a mere hello - all the while fostering a sense of closeness and friendship…. I’ve thought of some great people who have made me welcome and schmoozed their way into my blog and life that I’d like to give this most prestigious Power of Schmooze Award!”

I have to say, I second this award, and can give even more background on just why Angel deserves it.

Not to say FD doesn't, because she's one heck of an awesome lady herself!

But anyway, I first "met" Angel back when I was expecting my second son. I was posting on some internet boards about pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding, etc., under the name "Niamh O'Meara". The Niamh was just because I was looking for a decent Irish first name (I'm of Irish descent) and the O'Meara was my grandmother's maiden name (see, told you!). I soon ran into this funny lady by the name of Angel O'Hara on many of the same boards I was posting on. Girlfriend's got a laser-sharp wit, and doesn't hesitate to speak up when she feels it necessary. She's also got the softest heart on the planet. Add to that the fact that she shares my unseemly reading addiction, PLUS the two Irish last names, and soon we were e-mailing and IMing back and forth like fiends.

One day on our childbirth debate board I mentioned my midwife's name. Angel e-mailed me and said that was the name of HER midwife when she'd given birth to SuperBoy several months prior. We each knew the other lived in Florida, in the same general area, and when I told her the name of the birth center out of which my midwife was based, we were both floored.

Same town, y'all! But that wasn't the end of it.

That night we were IMing and she mentioned her husband played the violin. She already knew my actual first name was Amanda, and when I mentioned I'd played the violin back in high school myself, her husband (who was nearby), got a few thoughts percolating through his brain and told her to ask me where I went to high school. I answered.

He and I had gone to the same high school. Actually, I knew him and his brother quite well. His mom and mine had chaperoned about every orchestral trip in which the two of us had participated from junior high on.

And actually, I'd even met Angel in her real-life incarnation a few times. It was nothing too involved, more like "My old friend's wife (dammit, I know she has a name... now why can't I ever remember it!)," or on her side, "Oh yeah, that's one of the kids [GoalieMan] was in orchestra with back in high school" when we were each out to dinner with our respective families and such.

At this point we were both sitting there at our own respective terminals laughing like idiots and freaking out. Her husband was grinning and thought it was just the funniest thing. Obviously, so did we!

We also live less than 5 miles apart. Go figure.

Of course, after that revelation, getting together in person was mandatory for us. We sat and blabbed forever, and continued blabbing both online and in person throughout my pregnancy. After a time, I asked her if she'd like to come over when I had the baby... and she did.

I kicked her and my mom unceremoniously out of my bedroom when I was pushing the kid out, but they hid around the corner in the hall anway. Hee. I can't say I blame them.

We've drifted in and out of contact as our lives have shifted around us. I went back to work after five years as a stay-at-home mom when my younger son was eighteen months old. Angel was kept very busy parenting her two kids, taking care of her household, and dealing with numerous health issues, but every time we started talking again it was as if no time had passed.

Then one morning I checked my e-mail and found my blog had been commented on by someone named Angel. Hmmm... could it be? I clicked on the link to her Headache Slayer blog. Oh my gosh, yes it was her!

She'd found me through a comment I'd left on one of our local newspaper columnist's blogs (I'd linked back here).

Her husband thinks it's a stitch the way "Teh Intarweebs" keep bringing us back together. I feel the same way.

And I'm glad of it.

Angel, girl, I've said it before on your Slayer-in-Training blog and I'll say it again: you ROCK!

Note: Just to be clear, I did have Angel's okay regarding posting on my blog about us both knowing each other in real life. I was trying to think of a cute way to "come out" about it, but this just really seemed heaven-sent.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

WARNING! Do not read this post if you haven't read all the previous HP books and don't want to be spoiled!
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Okay, everyone on board then? Good. Anyway...

I bought my copy of HP Book 7 (well, a voucher, but the book is paid for) about three months ago. Since that time I've been trying and trying to make myself re-read Book 6, Half Blood Prince.

I've read the previous five Harry Potter books over and over, with a bit less emphasis on Book 5, Order of the Phoenix just because I was so utterly PISSED that JKR killed off Sirius. I mean, kid loses his parents, lives with the loser Dursleys (who do seriously bring the funny, though), then finally things start looking up. He gets to go to an incredible school, makes great friends, and then finds his god-father. Harry has a good life (at least during the school year).

Then JKR screws up Hogwarts during OOP with Delores Umbridge, which was bad enough, but she freaking killed off Harry's god-father? The HELL?

So yeah, Book 5 pissed me off a bit. But not so much that I wasn't standing in Books-a-Million at midnight for the release of Book 6.

Which ended up being a HUGE downer. Dumbledore's dead, Snape seems like he actually really is a bad guy... ugh. So yeah, I'm having a bit of trouble putting myself through that again. I tried to re-read it after the first read-through (I usually do this with all HP books -- I'm a nut, I know), and just couldn't manage it. It was depressing, the pace dragged, and knowing how it ended I couldn't make myself do it again.

Here's hoping I can manage it now because I do tend to need a bit of a refresher on the HP "canon" prior to the release of the next novel. Besides, this isn't going to happen again. And yes, it's dorktastic, but I'm excited about the release of Book 7 even after the disappointment of Book 6.

I'm feeling some trepidation as well.

But I'll be there next weekend at Books-a-Million. At midnight. And I'll rush home and dive into the book until I fall asleep from exhaustion. And if JKR kills off Ron and/or Hermione (don't get me started on her killing off Harry or even all three), I might build a fireplace just so I'll have somewhere to burn my newly-found ridiculously priced kindling.

Sleepless Nights

Appropriate title for this time of night, don't you think?

I'm so tired (which I'd hope I'd be at nearly 3:30 a.m., regardless of what my post-stamp says -- sorry, Speed, tried to fix it back when you pointed it out and haven't been able to even now), but beyond the physical "God, I'd really love to SLEEP now, but I freaking can't!" issue, I'm tired of so many things.

Just insert standard working mother with two kids and husband with atypical work hours whine here. And a few other things.

In the immortal words of Lily Tomlin's Edith Ann... "Bleah!!!!"

Good thing the elder kidlet has orientation for third grade tomorrow and I'm taking part of the morning off already. I need a bit of extra sleep.

Sorry for the whine. It's just... three-thirty! ACK!!!

Nite, y'all. Hopefully I'm saying that to myself and not just to blog land.

Kitchen Update

I hosed down the kitchen, then gave Whatshisname a few snarky comments regarding how when we (meaning he) mess(es) up the kitchen by four to six pots and assorted non-paper plates, we (meaning he) really need to clean up after ourselves and not leave the pots and dishes festering for an unprintable amount of time.

Otherwise, we (meaning I) get pissy about the condition of said cookware/dishware, and post ugly things about us (him) on our (my) blog.

And yes, I feel better now. :P

Random No. 6, and I Give

If one wishes to awaken at a certain time in the morning, it is a very good idea to turn on the freaking alarm clock.

Geez.

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Okay, I tried to be good.

I really did.

But what I ended up doing rather than posting was sitting here reading my books and surfing other blogs since I wasn't blogging myself.

I also felt guilty about the comments I hadn't responded to. Please note that I have now responded to all comments. Whew. Forget the Catholic Guilt Ethic, that Protestant Guilt Ethic smacks my butt quite nicely without the Pope's backing.

Kitchen? Still a pit.

On the plus side, I have managed to get through a few loads of the never-ending laundry generated by two small-ish dirt-prone boys and one large-ish husband who works outside in the heat all day.

Tonight I may tackle the kitchen. I do have more laundry going, though (have to do some for myself, dontchaknow), so perhaps that will suffice for this evening.

Time Out

Or not?

I need to do some housecleaning. Our A/C out in the computer room developed an unfortunate leak, which necessitated me moving lots of stuff that really should have been moved ages ago.

Yuck.

So I'm inspired, cleaning-wise. What this means for those of you who check in on me regularly is that I may post a bit less often.

Operative word being may. This blog is my crack, my pitiful sitemeter stats notwithstanding. But I'm hoping seeing this little reminder up here when I open my blog will knock my behind out of my chair and back into cleaning mode.

We'll see :)

Book Slut

Yep, that'd be me.

I have my hands on Mary Janice Davidson's latest, Undead and Uneasy. This particular segment has me in stitches:

[Tina] "Until I return, do not answer the door. You will not try to contact anyone who has gone missing. You will not answer the phone unless the caller ID tells you it is me." Her subservient tone was long gone; this was a general thinking fast and issuing orders. "Your Majesty, you you understand me"

[Betsy] "Uh, sure. Simmer."

"I will simmer, " she hissed [note from AJ: Betsy points out that Tina is an Elizabethan Lady, who simply Does Not Curse, slightly before this], "when I get a few heads on sticks. And the devil pity the rat fuck who gets in my way."

"Yeesh."

"Heads. On. Sticks."

"I got it the first time."

On that happy note, she hung up.

Again, snerk.

Cat Update

It's been a bit since I blogged about the felines, so here is the Cat News, in its entirety:

Patrick (the youngest, but second acquired) was "fixed" last Thursday. Our vet usually doesn't neuter male cats until they're six months old, but as he was driving our Emily insane with all the chasing and mounting, the vet went ahead and did it a bit earlier than usual for his practice.

His claws were also trimmed. He appears to have recovered completely from both indignities.

Emily (the middle-child, last acquired) now has a collar. She's our only collared cat, as she's also our only cat who tries to leave the house (we're strict about inside only with the cat kids). It's pink (good) but has a bell (bad). I'm thinking more bling and less bell will perk her up a bit, so I'm looking at getting her one like I've seen at PetCo, where you can put your pet's name on the collar with bling-y individual slide-on letters.

Her former foster mommy agrees that a pink bling-y collar will suit Miss Emmy quite well.

Daniel (the eldest, first acquired) was at the vet yesterday for a nasty case of conjunctivitis which he caught from Patrick. Patrick's was basically eye crud and squintiness. Daniel's was scary leaky stuff and ooziness. So the husband and I managed to trick him into the crate, and I took him in. Not only did he have conjunctivitis in his left eye, but also had a nasty ear infection in his left ear. Poor baby. He was also very VERY scared. He's Hell Boy when it comes to getting him into the crate and medicating him, but that's pretty much because he's just neurotic, not antagonistic. He was shivering as badly as Little Guy used to when he would go to the vet.

At any rate, Daniel got a shot (because he's so far beyond non-cooperative with being medicated), and also got his claws trimmed (to aid in the whole "medicating Daniel" process). He's looking better, bless his gorgeous heart.

Because I was suffering huge cat-mommy guilt, I bought treats for all the cats. I also got them a battery-powered cat toy which waves a toy mouse with a feathery tail in a random circle.

They are totally in love. If I can get a decent pic, I'll post it.

Edited to add: I just wanted to clarify that all cats, not just Patrick, are now neutered. Patrick was the last one to be fixed, due to his youth. Daniel was neutered in the first week after he came to live with us, and Emily was already spayed when she joined our family. All cats also were treated for conjunctivitis as soon as Patrick was diagnosed, which was when he went in for his neuter. Patrick was as compliant as he was able to be, which means he's small enough to be kept still. Same goes for Emily. Daniel managed to avoid treatment, obviously to his detriment.

Little Guy, the Cremated Canine, is still resting peacefully in his urn/box on the piano. I dusted him yesterday.

The cats have left him alone. Blessed beasties.

My 2004 Campaign Poster

No, I'm not kidding. Yes, this was the poster I displayed during the '04 elections.

I'm an equal party offender. And at this point? I'd trust these guys more than the folks we currently have in office.

Happy 4th of July!

It's been so quiet around here (hello, comments?? LOL)... you'd think it was a holiday or something.

Happy Fourth of July, y'all. I may have my issues with our government... I don't go there here, but in real life I do tend to whine endlessly about Dubbya. And it's not just him, as I wasn't overly fond of Clinton either. I'm an equal party whiner.

Regardless, I love this country. God bless the USA.

Now let's see if we can do a little more of "government of the people, by the people, and for the people," instead of "of the asshats, by the asshats, and for the asshats."

Amen.

NOT Vacation Pictures

Our office has a slight termite problem. I say "slight" in that they're not the really bad subterranean termites and usually the little nasties confine themselves to the northern bay of our building.

I am in the center bay, with a one-bay buffer between me and Termite Central.

This morning, I found termite wings on my desk. Ick. I left the Big Boss a note:

with an attached post-script:

Note: The scanning flattened it a little. I probably need to clean off the flatbed.

One of the partners said, "They're not supposed to be swarming over there," when I told him the little nasties had expanded their territory.

Because, you know, termites respect boundaries.

BAD termite! To the corner with you!

Fortunately, the termite corpse was still on my desk when he said that. In fact, he's the one who found it.

Maybe NOW we'll get the place tented. Termite wings falling like snow in the bookkeeping area? Not sufficient. Termite wings blanketing the work table in the print room? Not sufficient. Handing the big boss a telephone note with a squished termite on it? Not sufficient.

Termites obviously increasing their power base?

This means WAR. Or at least a bug bomb or four.

I hope.

Update: We're bombing this weekend. 12 bombs, placed above the suspended ceiling tiles. Woohoo!

Vacation Pictures

I've been promising vacation pictures. Here is the first round. More to come once I get a few more pictures of the backs of my family uploaded!

First, if you'll look over to the sidebar, you'll see my two offspring staring down into Talullah Gorge. This was after I'd told the shorter of the two about five times to stop standing on the railing as he was dramatically shortening his mother's life span.

Hmmm... let's see, what to upload next...

This picture was taken at Anna Ruby Falls, before we actually reached the falls.

And next, a picture of Anna Ruby Falls itself:

More to come later -- promise!

Random No. 5

Pure comedy is hearing your husband's late-night internet DJ shift interrupted by a shuffle play of "Muskrat Love."

On a BIKER internet radio channel.

I'd type more but I'm giggling too hard... and I really should go to bed.

(P.S. Himself wanted me to make sure to note to all four of my readers that once he realized what was on he played the "needle ripping across the record" sound, killed the song, and made several derrogatory comments about it. So here I am, letting it be known. Because I'm nice like that.)

Ask Dr. Rob

Dr. Rob over at Musings of a Distractible Mind has a new feature wherein readers send him their questions, serious or not so much, and he endeavors to answer.

Today I am pleased to announce that he answered one of mine:

Why do I insist on having three cats even though I'm allergic to the wee beasties?

Sincerely,
Amanda, who is typing this with one of The Allergen Laden Ones reclining on her lap

To summarize Dr. Rob's excellent response (aside from speculation about my mental issues, heh), apparently I'm allergic to cat spit, not dander as I'd previously thought. Actually, I'd thought there were two different allergies: one to cat dander, and one to cat saliva, and was under the impression that the dander was more a nasal/ocular issue whereas the saliva allergy manifested on more of a contact basis.

This would be why he's the M.D. and I'm the B.A. He's paid to think about these things. I'm paid (not really, but it would be nice) to go through my blog and endlessly correct little grammatical and mechanical errors that I find.

Now regarding my obvious ambivalence toward my little feline friends indicated by the use of the word "beastie" in my letter to Dr. Rob, he posed these questions, answered herein:

There are a few questions I must first ask you:

Are you nuts?

Some days, I do wonder. Other days I am content with my self-diagnosis of "moderately eccentric."

Do you surround yourself with trained assassins, bent on killing you at first opportunity?

Not deliberately, although my commute to the office would indicate differently.

Do you collect Precious Moments figurines?

No. No, no, no, and again, NO. Shudder.

Have you ever gone to the musical “Cats?”

Yes. I know the entire libretto. Additionally, I can play "Memory" on the piano, and am reasonably proficient with some of the other songs as well.

Do you often play music from the group “ABBA?”

Not personally, although I am sometimes held hostage to it by certain spouses who shall remain nameless.

In closing, Dr. Rob states that my reading of his blog indicates that I'm the type of person who says I deserve all the bad things that happen to me. I do take issue with that, only because his blog is a good thing. Anything that makes me both giggle and occasionally think is good!

He also suggests that I get a goat. I would, Doc, but we're not zoned for them. I know this because our next door neighbors' pot bellied pig was evicted under that ordinance.

I'm sure the cook-out they had the next weekend was just a coincidence.

Quote

I'm reading a new book, The Unfortunate Miss Fortunes, and this passage tickled me. It's a bit long for a subtitle, but I really needed to share it somewhere and my husband just doesn't have my taste in "literature", so my blog is going to have to be the venue:

...[Mare] didn't mind kicking a guy around, but she drew the line at screwing up her Corpse Bride dress.

"For the last time," she said, shoving her veil back into place so she could see him better. "You're an evil minion. You do not get the girl, you do not get laid, you do not get anything but humiliated." She shook her head at him, splayed on the concrete floor, covered in orange goo and white pellets. "Why anybody ever applies for the evil minion job is beyond me. Didn't you see this coming?"

"I'm a vice president," he said from the floor, outraged.

"You're a minion," she snapped. "You might as well have a target painted on your forehead."

Hee! I'm still giggling. Reminds me a bit of the Evil Overlord list.

My nerd factor is high. What can I say?

Edited to add:

I guess the Evil Overlord allusion was deliberate:

[Mare]
"I can't talk now. Xan has grabbed Danny and Elric for some kind of Evil Overlord plan and we have to turn her into a geranium."

Snerk.

Superheroines, Blog Ratings, and Other Things

While on my Sunday Morning Blog Stroll I came across What Superheroine are You? at Musings of a Highly Trained Monkey.

She got Trinity. Trinity is cool. Me?

You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer

"We saved the world. I say we have to party."

What Superheroine Are You?

Well, Angel should be happy. The plus side is I get to hang with supernatural beings which, judging from my library, suits me just fine.

I get my hair re-colored in about two weeks. I'll have to talk to Andrea about going a bit more heavy on the foils. Buffy isn't a brunette and I, arguably (and chemically), still am*.

Of course, she also doesn't have two small children and three allergen-producing felines mucking up her home either. Just vampires and other supernatural entities bent on her destruction.

In other news, I made two pots of coffee today and managed to turn on the coffee maker both times. Go, me!

And just so everyone knows, small children should not read this blog unaccompanied:

Yes, due to usages of "poop", "crap", and "bastard" (apparently "ass-kicking" doesn't count against me) I get an R-rating. Huh.

It's all about the scatological references, folks.

*I realize that just because I scored a "Buffy" on this quiz doesn't mean I have to turn into her. I have been planning to go a bit more heavy on the foils, though. As I age, lighter hair appears to flatter my face more. I'm vain. Deal.