I am magical. I got tomorrow afternoon off, so I think I can make it out to the city before 4pm and meet up for TMBG instore goodness.

I should, uh, buy their kid's book, then, huh?

I wonder if they still claim coffee as their lifestyle choice. Peets free coffee cards ahoy!

Oh, speaking of coffee lifestyle choices, I and my assistant manager think that the dumbass shift lead who shouldn't have bred might have tried to steal $20 from my till and blame it on me. THIS could get interesting.

I just downloaded the ghost radar app for my iphone, because I am a big fan of peeing my pants and never sleeping again. QUICK! Someone come ghost hunting with me!

...apparently my bed is not haunted.

Never a seance, but I did do a ouija board with a friend once where we tried to talk to John Lennon. We asked the board if Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds was about LSD and got a "yes", and then my friend asked how much LSD he was taking when he wrote it. The board spelled out "I choose not to respond to that question".

Had it really been Mr. Lennon, I'm pretty sure the board would've spelled something along the lines of "It's about a picture my son drew, you giggly, pre-pubescent twats. What the Hell do you mean, 'how much LSD was I on'? What kind of question is... How much was your mother on when she was pregnant with you? More than I've had in my life, from the sound of things. Now why don't you go bug Brian Epstein? He likes attention", but hey. It fooled us 12 year olds.

Holy fuck, the bay bridge broke!

...again.

Patrick Stewart has so many uses!

I had shrimp stir-fry tonight. I had saved the last shrimp for the final bite (I do that. I'm smart, see). I had set the plate down and was watching a particularly intense Doctor Who scene when I happened to look over at my plate just in time to see a black paw slowly rise up from under the coffee table and grab the shrimp. I smacked it, screamed, "OH NO YOU DON'T YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" and shoved the shrimp in my mouth before Artie knew what was happening.

In retaliation, he ate my jacket sleeve.

Woody: *attempts to lay down on my hurricane victim of a floor* Uh...uh...hmmm.
Me: Wanna jump on the bed?
Woody: Oh, *looks at bed* this bed?
Me: Yeah.
Woody: *walks out of the room into the hall, then makes a running jump at the bed*
Me: Good boy!
Woody: See, I'd have never thought of that.
Me: That's why I'm here!
Woody: *stares at me typing* Uh, you're coming too, right?
Me: Hang on. I have to write another boring livejournal entry about your weird grasp of English.
Woody: ...it's entries like yours that're driving everyone off to twitter.

Oh NO! My paid account expired! I'm seeing ads for Christian singles again! AAAAAAAGH!

BALLS! Peter Davison just pulled out (heheheh, pulled out) of Gallifrey One next year. I reiterate. Balls. I was really looking forward to drunk-jumping meeting him.

I don't CARE if you're starring in Legally Blond: The Musical. I have needs, Mister! NOW who am I going to drunkenly yell, "Hey! heeeeyyyyyyy! HEY! You--you got a butt that won' quit. Wanna--you wanna DO IT?" at in the airport Marriott bar after drinking a 6 pack of Miller High Life (THE CHAMPAGNE OF BEERS) that I snuck in my carry-on luggage?

...maybe Colin Baker'll show up again.

I couldn't resist.

List 10 of your favorite characters from different fandoms, and ask people to spot patterns in your choices, and if they're so inclined, to draw conclusions about you based on the patterns they've spotted.


1. The Doctor (5th and 10th, mainly), Doctor Who
2. Maxwell Smart, Get Smart
3. Pete Campbell, Mad Men
4. Fox Mulder, X Files
5. Q, Star Trek: TNG
6. Ford Prefect, Hitchhiker's Guide
7. Denny Crane, Boston Legal
8. Doctor Sanchez, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace
9. Artie- the Strongest Man in the World, The Adventures of Pete and Pete
10. Douglas Reynholm, The IT Crowd

When a customer comes up to me while talking on the phone, I play a super fun game with them called "Repeat Everything You Hastily Order Twice in a Much Louder Voice Than is Necessary and Then Make You Talk To Me For as Uncomfortably Long as Possible". This is an especially fun game if they're on a conference call. Or arguing with someone.

It's a much more work-appropriate game than the other one I made up, "Where in Your Body Cavity Did I Just Shove That Earpiece?" Besides, that one takes more skill for both of us, and uses up the pastry case gloves.

It does involve Rockapella, though.

This is my, zimbra1006, justbluemyself, and possumworld's re-envisioning of "Being Human". I'm not sure I want to explain it.

I don't know how a video of David Tennant set to "Bringing Sexy Back" got into the related videos sidebar on my animation shot...but I'll take it.

LOOK IT'S THE MOON!


As you can see, the camera and I are still acting like we're on an awkward prom date, in the back of its dad's station wagon. "Uh, so...what if I do this?...that feel good?"

Mr. Marrett, my English teacher in high school (junior year, I think). This guy was the coolest teacher I've ever had.

He was (Is? I really hope "is") a very tall, old Southern gentleman with a bushy, white beard. He always wore a full suit to class. He had a grand piano in his room, and would be playing it whenever class would start and students came trickling in. If one of his students had a birthday, he'd play the birthday song on it. He was an Oprah fan, and would have everybody name something or someone they were grateful for at the beginning of class instead of the standard roll call "here".

Keep this picture of a tall, elder, sweet, impeccably-groomed Southern Gent in your head, because I am about to blow your MIND. He rode to school on a Harley. Yeah. YEAH.

I believe he was openly gay, and was either the head of or just a very active member of the school's gay/straight alliance (Help me out, here, Tam students, it's been 9 years and beer kills brain cells). He loved the work I handed in, and REALLY loved my oral book report on Frank Zappa's autobiography. And I can still remember this exchange. It kills me:

Me: They soon changed their name from The Mothers to The Mothers of Invention for...um, various reasons (I didn't want to even imply anything profane around him)
Mr. Marrett: Well, I think we ALL know what word a name like "The Mothers" makes one think of. *impish grin*

I wouldn't say he changed my life, but reading ANY book in that class was fun, and nothing really ever felt like an assignment. He's one of my heroes. He retired with my graduating class, and that always made me feel a little more special than it should've.

Uh oh...I'm getting sentimental. I had better end this on a more, uh, Heidi note.

I'm dressing up as Grandpa Simpson in drag as a German cabaret dancer for Halloween.

I have no idea why youtube chose to cut off the end (my favorite part--I make him settle and it looks super good and his open mouth turns into a scowl), but this is where I'm at with my shot.



I have a week to finish. Then I make a brand new demo reel and start shopping it around. EEP!

I'm so excited about this that I even filled out the "current music" thingie down below. Wow.

Jon Hamm. Because I have been meaning to ask him if he has any Jon Hamm's John Ham on him.

Why? BECAUSE IT'S THE HAM YOU CAN EAT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BATHROOM!

In other news...I hope this ends up looking like less crap than the first one.

It has been more than a week since Woody's vet visit. She is still calling me to ask how he's doing.

I'm starting to worry she has a closet wall plastered with his pictures and comes by every night to smell his things.