about this funny thing that happened . . .

Hokay.

So, this thing happened wherein my lovely bank, the bastards, decided that my debit purchase at Pitaya was unusualy for my account and they put an effing hold on my card. During this hold my domain name was set to automatically renew . . . . which it could not do because it could not charge my card. As such, my domain has now lapsed and I have been returned unceremoniously to the blogspot world.

The address here will be: www.ordinarycircus.blogspot.com for the foreseeable future.

Dammnit it all anyways.

Day Seventy: On days off and things that annoy me

I have today off. So far, I have cuddled with my roommate and napped for six hours. I haven't cleaned the house or my room, I haven't done any more grad school research and I haven't eaten.

I have been thinking about things that annoy me. Ready?

1) Motherfuckers who aim to instill confidence only to immediately break trust when they've gleaned even an iota of goddamn gossip. Bitch, it wasn't even good gossip.

2)STINGY TIPPERS. Do you realize how much work goes into your food? This isn't fucking McDonalds,kids, we're not fucking drones. We all have rent to pay and we've all been on our feet for 5 fucking hours (At least) and we certainly do not want to bring you ANOTHER side of ranch but we WILL because we're chill like that and we're hoping for 20%. Now I see why Spain included the fucking tip, why leave this bullshit to chance.

3)Sober people. I don't mean all the time, obviously, there are times when I love sober people, there are even times when I AM a sober person. BUT, sober people when you are slightly or extremely intoxicated are just annoying - these are the same people who the next day are like HEY, do you remember when you fell of the barstool into the emu? FU.

Day Sixty-Nine: When is drunk too drunk?

The answer: when other people have to take care of you.

Day Sixty-Six: That's All Folks!

You know what I did yesterday? I watched cartoons. With my roommates. With candy. And chips. And diet Coke. For serious, it was amazing. So. Much. Fun.

Daffy and Donald and Daisy. Foghorn Leghorn and Bugs. Sylvester, Tweety and ICABOD CRANE - holy shit, do you guys remember how terrifying that cartoon was as a child? It was scary even last night, surrounded by friends and TWENTY-TWO YEARS of knowing it isn't true - no wonder my eight year old self almost peed herself over that film.


ALSO, Mr.Seventy-Five and retired, being old does not give you the right to be creepy and tipping me well does not afford you the privilege of hitting on me. Gross, dude.

Day Fifty-Three: On abysmal tv

Ok. I get it. You hooked me with the first few episodes so now you get to leave me hanging. . . Maybe you're letting your rookies come to bat or you just had a bad week but come on network television your loyal fans aren't stupid. We know a half-assed, mal-produced episode when we see it.

Supernatural, with your throwback to first season "breather" episode, I'm looking at you. You dragged the boys through hell and now your slamming them right back where they started. Also, reign Padalecki in. His melodramatic intakes of breath are melting my face.

CSI:NY, I'm hoping you just forgot to add the To Be Continued tag line and if you did I hope someone got fired. This weeks episode could have been shoved in to a five minute teaser. Also, the whole paralyzed but not plot line? It's getting old really fast. Forcing Danny and Lindsey to spend quality time together when they never had chemistry in the first place is just plain old boring. Danny was more fun when he was boning the neighbor out of guilt for killing her son.

I've been watching The Office and it's been cracking me up. It's not on my hit-list yet but it's teetering very near the edge of that beating a dead horse feeling you get from a lot of shows.

Scrubs should be over already. Finito.

NCIS: LA, I'm not sure why I'm watching you in the first place given that I never, ever got into NCIS oh except OMG! Chris O'Donnell! You're still boring though and if his face weren't so much fun to watch I'd be sinking into a nice, canned, reality show instead.

Day Thirty-Nine: Home again

Okay, so I just got back from Portland where I went with E and one of his captain buddies to see Modest Mouse.

Before I get to the good stuff can I just say: There is enjoying a concert and then there is ruining it for everyone else. To all the people who were completely intent on "dancing" with their shirts off and spilling beer, literally showering me with beer, I say, you're absolutely in for some karmic returns. You are douche bags and the universe knows it.

Now. The show itself was pretty fun. Isaac (the singer) was a little late and by a little I mean almost an hour but that's OK because he was only sort-of fall-down drunk so it all worked out. He's a weird guy. His band is a weird band. They come together to produce a weird show. I? I had fun.

On a not totally unrelated side-note: we hung out (see: got drunk) at various bars in Portland before the show. If you're ever in Portland you HAVE to check out The Cellar bar on W Burnside. Do it. You will not regret it. The bar is actually a part of McMenamin's which is the bar that hosted the concert in their Crystal Ballroom.

I really don't have much else to say. Except, maybe. . . Modest is really good on CD and I kind of, a little bit, idealized them and while their concert was good I don't think it was you know CD good . . . What I mean is, usually when I hear a band live my love for them is further solidified. With Modest I had to re-listen to a couple of their CDs today to remind myself why I worship at their altar. Still, if you ever get a chance to drop 30bucks on them, I'd do it.

Also . . . Their new EP? Not worth it.

Day Thirty-Three: An insane killer at the fair!

CNN tells me: A legally insane killer was on the loose in the state of Washington on Saturday, two days after he escaped during a field trip to a county fair, authorities said.


. . . Who in their right effing mind let this guy go to the fair? He's a paranoid, murderous SCHIZOPHRENIC. Are you kidding me? WTF, Washington. W.T.F?

You can read about this guy here : Escaped killer still at large in Washington State

Day Thirty-One: On being American

Okay, so there is annoyed and there is annoyed. And yesterday? Yesterday I was annoyed.

Basically, what happened was a certain person on my facebook friends list sent out a message that started with "ok i known not all americans are stupid and hicks but a good few are lol"

(I will not comment on the atrocious grammar or the use of lol. I will not. I. will. not.)

This friend went on to ask for input from Americans on his status message which was actually a YouTube clip from the Tea Party march on Washington, D.C. The clip itself is extremely one-sided, focusing only on those people who were not prepared to speak. Then this friend went on to comment on how Americans need Canadian and British input because we're so idiotic.

And so, I got mad. I got really, really angry and so I did the thing which I hate. I did the passive-aggressive thing. So, for that, I apologize.

However.

I was just as annoyed yesterday as I am now.

There are a lot of things wrong with this country but the ability to disagree with the government; the ability to voice that disagreement in as intellectual or idiotic a way as you see fit? That is not one of them.

Day Thirty: ANNOYED

I am annoyed with every single person who acts like and/or thinks that they are SUPERIOR to ANY OTHER PERSON ON THIS PLANET. Y'all, we've all got problems. We're all dumb and awkward and a little bit ugly. We're a little bit selfish and a little bit good. We can be kind but we know how to be douche-bags. We think bad thoughts and we do bad things and once in awhile we get it right. Everyone needs to stop pretending like one country has the magic solution or one group has the right traditions or that one language is the best way to communicate. None of us has any fucking clue what's going on. We should just embrace the unknown and start working through it together. What's with all the negativity?

Also, to the neighbor upstairs whose girlfriend was outside screaming for you to throw down the keys (FOR TWO HOURS) like fucking Rapunzel and her hair, Please, I ask, nay, beg, PLEASE throw down the fucking keys if only to Shut. Her. UP. We all know you're home, we can hear you pacing and talking and breathing because our floors are THIS thin. Thank you.

Day Twenty-Three: On moving as the 10th circle of hell

I promised myself I wouldn't complain about the new place in all it's shiny newness. I promised I wouldn't say one word to tarnish the wonderful white on white image of this gloriously white apartment. I promised.

So.

I won't say anything about the smoke detector above the stove (ABOVE THE STOVE) that went off while I boiled water for my FIRST DINNER EVER and I won't say anything about the washing machine that stopped draining and preceded to flood the whole kitchen while I tried to finish my first load of laundry EVER or that after I wrestled my clothes out of the washer (after a certain roommate broke the door) and into the dryer the dryer turny-on knob thing snapped off and so my clothes just sat, wet, for an entire night. I especially won't mention the brand-new amazing AE jeans that BLED BLUE OVER EVERYTHING despite the tag that said ready to wash with like colors.

Nope. Not saying a word.

I will say that the Dog the Bounty Hunter Season Finale is on tonight and I could just about kiss my manager for calling and asking if I would like the night off. Would I? Would I? Would. I. Ever.

God bless slow Wednesdays.

Day Twenty-Two: Annoyed

The most annoying trait a person can have is the tendency to be passive aggressive. Seriously, say what you need to say and if you don't have the guts to say it out loud than it is obviously not important enough to be said at all.

Day Ten: Annoyed

I'm still trudging through Twilight but I think I'll save my review (see: rant) for when I'm finished suffering.

I am annoyed today by the roofers next door who think I don't notice when they stop what they're doing and stare down into my living room windows where I'm stretched out reading. I know that I am the only woman you have seen in several hours and although I am younger than most of your daughters I'm probably cuter than most of your wives; However, I'm not as oblivious as I look, you freak-show, hardly-working, over-paid men. Oi. Vey.

Day Five: Annoyed

I don't understand why you think that it is OK for you to request PROMPT service when you make a point of telling me that you aren't going to tip me because a cute girl like me could totally be making better money elsewhere and if I'm not going out to earn that better money than I don't need yours (which is obviously hard earned, you trust-fund, silver-spoon asswipe.)

Annoyed

Okay, so there’s this etiquette that I adhere to that I think everyone else should be forced to follow. When you, amigo, are on a bus, would you, please, give up your seat to that little old lady with all the bags and the cane? I know you’re tired from 8 hours of work but I think she’s exhausted from 80 years of LIVING.