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THESE ARE SPOILERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
It's now That 70s Lost.
Marvin Candle, Bossman.
Time travel, oh of course.
Hi, Faraday! What?
Temporal prime directive
Can't interfere here.
Insert Janeway hate
Where's Captain Braxton now?
Things are worse than ever.
Ben pulls the car round
Tells Jack to bring out the dead
Locke is still dead, guys.
three years earlier
The island dun got moved good
But not where we think.
But there is no camp
only zuul. wait, not zuul.
Locke is gatekeeper?
Kate's familiar sight
Men want to ask her questions
like, "Really - you, Jack?"
Instead, men in suits.
They want Kate for Springer Show.
Maternity test.
Kate does the Kate thing.
She runs, but not to Fillion
Why didn't she get shot?
Locke got lost again.
Why didn't he stick to partner?
Hey, that's Boone's death plane!
Locke gets shot (again)!
Wait, Ethan? Isn't he dead?
Weekend at Island.
Sun's going to fly.
Team Anti-Ben screens her out.
Widmore's No Fly List.
Team Ben watch TV.
Hurley's a crazy killer.
Wait, Sayid did it.
Sayid has safe house.
Hugo, Sayid go to White Castle
But first, man tossing!
Safe house not so safe.
Tranqs can't stop Sayid, at first.
New: Death by Dishwasher.
The producers know
Sawyer shirtless, lip service.
Fangirls approved this.
Locke hops along slow.
Hippity hop hop hop hop
Down the bunny trail thing.
hark someone approaches.
Guyliner Richard appears.
Gives Locke a compass.
Locke asks what it does
Leads to Isla de Muerta
Wait, wrong fandom here.
(I will do the rest of the episode tomorrow.)
Current Music: Corb Lund - The Horse I Rode In On
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
My own Overheard in New York...+ random other notes
While I was waiting on the bus, the lady sitting next to me got into a conversation with the French Canadian couple sitting behind her. I'd switched seats with them so they could sit together, since they got on when the bus was full. And since I did that for them, they helped me put my seat back a bit because there were like 3 rows of seats folded right behind mine for the wheelchair space.
Anyway, this woman is chattering along with them, and she asks them the following: "What do you guys speak?"
The dude replied, "French and English."
She looks at him and says in all seriousness, "Oh. I thought you spoke Canadaese. So you guys speak English up there too?"
And the guy humoured her and explained that French and English were both official languages of Canada.
In other news, once again we have a left-handed president. I was reading earlier about how there has been a significantly large number of lefthanded Presidents since World War II. Now most of this is because before that, being left-handed was strongly discouraged. I have vivid memories of going to Upper Canada Village when I was in Elementary school, and getting thwacked on the hand for trying to use my left hand when we visited the one room schoolhouse. So yeah, it's kind of fascinating to see left handedness so prominent. At my current workplace, I actually think lefties nearly outnumber righties. It's really funny.
In other other news, I spent ten minutes tonight at the bar discussing colloidal silver and how it turns people blue. This came from a discussion on the Appalachian mountains, and I brought up the blue people in the Appalachians. Yes. I am a giant nerd.
Current Music: Blackmore's Night - Empty Words
Anyway, this woman is chattering along with them, and she asks them the following: "What do you guys speak?"
The dude replied, "French and English."
She looks at him and says in all seriousness, "Oh. I thought you spoke Canadaese. So you guys speak English up there too?"
And the guy humoured her and explained that French and English were both official languages of Canada.
In other news, once again we have a left-handed president. I was reading earlier about how there has been a significantly large number of lefthanded Presidents since World War II. Now most of this is because before that, being left-handed was strongly discouraged. I have vivid memories of going to Upper Canada Village when I was in Elementary school, and getting thwacked on the hand for trying to use my left hand when we visited the one room schoolhouse. So yeah, it's kind of fascinating to see left handedness so prominent. At my current workplace, I actually think lefties nearly outnumber righties. It's really funny.
In other other news, I spent ten minutes tonight at the bar discussing colloidal silver and how it turns people blue. This came from a discussion on the Appalachian mountains, and I brought up the blue people in the Appalachians. Yes. I am a giant nerd.
Current Music: Blackmore's Night - Empty Words
Monday, January 19, 2009
Transportation Rant #912
Right, so Sunday Jan. 19 I had the day off, and my cousins were in New York escaping DC for the weekend. So we made plans to meet up, and hang out for the day. I took Greyhound because it only cost me $36 round trip to the city and back, and the train was like 150. Fuck that no.
My bus was fifteen minutes late, but we got there on time, which is always cool. I headed over to Times Square, and misjudged the blocks, and ended up two blocks away from the TKTS place for the Broadway shows. But I found my cousins, and they'd gotten us tickets to Mamma Mia, which I had heard about and nothing bad, so I said ok! Also, Julie loves it, so I knew that was a good endorsement. She wasn't wrong.
I got to sit in a BOX! It was partial view, so the left half of the musical was not visible to me, but it was still cool and enjoyable! I had curtains and everything! It was awesome. Also, the play's the thing...
So after that we hung out in a restaurant til I went to meet up with Kristen, because my cousins were going to Peekskill for the evening. So I again misjudged blocks and ended up on the opposite end of the street from Kristen, which led to hilarity. Jesus, Macy's is HUGE. (Yes, I'm an upstater. We have small stores. Ok, keep this in mind -- I didn't go to a two storey mall til I was 17. Yeah. Didn't see a Macy's til I MOVED TO ALBANY. NO Seriously. Sheltered.)
Anyway, Kristen took me to this really cool place that I forgot the name of, and we enjoyed dinner. Then we took a cab up to 30 Rockefeller Center, to try to go up to Top of the Rock, and it turns out that because it was snowing you couldn't see shit. So we didn't go up. Instead, we walked around a lot, and I got to see St. Patrick's Cathedral, which appeared out of NOWHERE, and that was neat. I also took a picture of the Chrysler building, because, well I'm a tourist in NY. Shut up.
Ok, so I had to be back for work today at 10 am. So I booked my return trip to leave at 9, and arrive at 12:15am. No sweat, right?
OH WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.
So Kristen and I queue up for the bus, as she was keeping me company til I got on the bus. We talked to a nice Canadian gentleman in front of us about various awesome things about Canada. All the while we waited for the bus. 9:30 rolls around and they started loading. They told us that anyone going to Albany and this random stop in New Jersey got priority boarding, so I stepped up and hopped on the bus. Yay, right?
Turns out the reason we didn't start boarding til 9:30 was because the first bus BROKE. That sucks, right? So they got another one. They filled it up, and so we waited to take off. Um, but wait, what's this? A broken windshield wiper, while it's snowing? Alright, well now we have an unscheduled stop to the garage to see if they can fix it.
Guess what? They can't. So we turn around and go BACK to Port Authority. They're like, "We don't really know what's going to happen now." So we're SOL cause it's 10:30 at this point. Turns out that they can't get another bus because they need an ADA bus for this one passenger who uses a wheelchair. Apparently they are all in DC for the inauguration. Which smacks of wtf to me.
So we see our bus driver get into a SCREAMING match outside with a few other people, and I guess the news wasn't good, because he comes back on and apologizes again. He was cool. He tried very hard to take care of us.
Well there's a bus that leaves at 11. A lot of the people who didn't get on at 9 were waiting for that one. And it turns out they ARE sending another bus, but they refund the girl who needed the wheelchair one, because she can't ride it. Ok, fair enough. So we wait and we wait, and suddenly I notice that it's 11:30. We should have been almost to Albany at this point.
Then they fucking fill up the other bus for the 11pm people. Meanwhile, we're still sitting here and have no idea when we'll be going, or when the fuck our replacement bus will even get here. It's getting ridiculous. So finally it comes, and we load up. But the other bus leaves. It left BEFORE WE DID, and we were supposed to leave at NINE. Oh and guess what, our replacement bus? HAS A WHEELCHAIR SPACE. SO they lied to that girl when they told her they didn't have another one. But she got on it anyway, so it worked out ok for her. So we left at 12:15.
That was the TIME we were supposed to GET IN TO ALBANY GODDAMMIT. We didn't get there til 3:15. And the worst part? When we got to Albany, all these people who had been sleeping were forced to GET OFF THE BUS so they could clean it and refuel it. Clean it? What the hell?
That was such complete and utter bullshit. If I didn't have to work at 10 today I probably would have tried to find a cheap room and stayed over night.
So uh, another bus rant. Enjoy!
Current music: Laura Pausini - Invence No
My bus was fifteen minutes late, but we got there on time, which is always cool. I headed over to Times Square, and misjudged the blocks, and ended up two blocks away from the TKTS place for the Broadway shows. But I found my cousins, and they'd gotten us tickets to Mamma Mia, which I had heard about and nothing bad, so I said ok! Also, Julie loves it, so I knew that was a good endorsement. She wasn't wrong.
I got to sit in a BOX! It was partial view, so the left half of the musical was not visible to me, but it was still cool and enjoyable! I had curtains and everything! It was awesome. Also, the play's the thing...
So after that we hung out in a restaurant til I went to meet up with Kristen, because my cousins were going to Peekskill for the evening. So I again misjudged blocks and ended up on the opposite end of the street from Kristen, which led to hilarity. Jesus, Macy's is HUGE. (Yes, I'm an upstater. We have small stores. Ok, keep this in mind -- I didn't go to a two storey mall til I was 17. Yeah. Didn't see a Macy's til I MOVED TO ALBANY. NO Seriously. Sheltered.)
Anyway, Kristen took me to this really cool place that I forgot the name of, and we enjoyed dinner. Then we took a cab up to 30 Rockefeller Center, to try to go up to Top of the Rock, and it turns out that because it was snowing you couldn't see shit. So we didn't go up. Instead, we walked around a lot, and I got to see St. Patrick's Cathedral, which appeared out of NOWHERE, and that was neat. I also took a picture of the Chrysler building, because, well I'm a tourist in NY. Shut up.
Ok, so I had to be back for work today at 10 am. So I booked my return trip to leave at 9, and arrive at 12:15am. No sweat, right?
OH WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.
So Kristen and I queue up for the bus, as she was keeping me company til I got on the bus. We talked to a nice Canadian gentleman in front of us about various awesome things about Canada. All the while we waited for the bus. 9:30 rolls around and they started loading. They told us that anyone going to Albany and this random stop in New Jersey got priority boarding, so I stepped up and hopped on the bus. Yay, right?
Turns out the reason we didn't start boarding til 9:30 was because the first bus BROKE. That sucks, right? So they got another one. They filled it up, and so we waited to take off. Um, but wait, what's this? A broken windshield wiper, while it's snowing? Alright, well now we have an unscheduled stop to the garage to see if they can fix it.
Guess what? They can't. So we turn around and go BACK to Port Authority. They're like, "We don't really know what's going to happen now." So we're SOL cause it's 10:30 at this point. Turns out that they can't get another bus because they need an ADA bus for this one passenger who uses a wheelchair. Apparently they are all in DC for the inauguration. Which smacks of wtf to me.
So we see our bus driver get into a SCREAMING match outside with a few other people, and I guess the news wasn't good, because he comes back on and apologizes again. He was cool. He tried very hard to take care of us.
Well there's a bus that leaves at 11. A lot of the people who didn't get on at 9 were waiting for that one. And it turns out they ARE sending another bus, but they refund the girl who needed the wheelchair one, because she can't ride it. Ok, fair enough. So we wait and we wait, and suddenly I notice that it's 11:30. We should have been almost to Albany at this point.
Then they fucking fill up the other bus for the 11pm people. Meanwhile, we're still sitting here and have no idea when we'll be going, or when the fuck our replacement bus will even get here. It's getting ridiculous. So finally it comes, and we load up. But the other bus leaves. It left BEFORE WE DID, and we were supposed to leave at NINE. Oh and guess what, our replacement bus? HAS A WHEELCHAIR SPACE. SO they lied to that girl when they told her they didn't have another one. But she got on it anyway, so it worked out ok for her. So we left at 12:15.
That was the TIME we were supposed to GET IN TO ALBANY GODDAMMIT. We didn't get there til 3:15. And the worst part? When we got to Albany, all these people who had been sleeping were forced to GET OFF THE BUS so they could clean it and refuel it. Clean it? What the hell?
That was such complete and utter bullshit. If I didn't have to work at 10 today I probably would have tried to find a cheap room and stayed over night.
So uh, another bus rant. Enjoy!
Current music: Laura Pausini - Invence No
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Oh New York...
Of course New York one ups the rest of the state. Anything we can do, they can do better, it appears.
So today, I was reading along on my google news feed when I encountered this story: Emergency Landing at Albany International Airport. Apparently an Air Canada jet had some problems landing, since all four tires went. Now I'm no expert, but that sounds not good.
Of course New York City had to go one better: not only did they have a plane emergency, they had to LAND IT IN THE RIVER. See all the pictures.
Luckily no one was killed in either crash. I just found the contrast interesting.
(I'm such an upstate snob.)
And yet despite my self-proclaimed dislike for the downstate part of my, well, state...I'll be in NYC on Sunday.
(I would have provided Times Union links for both stories, but their site is down. I did instead learn something very valuable from this site, courtesy of Paint Tomorrow Blue.)
Current Music: Savage Garden - The Animal Song
So today, I was reading along on my google news feed when I encountered this story: Emergency Landing at Albany International Airport. Apparently an Air Canada jet had some problems landing, since all four tires went. Now I'm no expert, but that sounds not good.
Of course New York City had to go one better: not only did they have a plane emergency, they had to LAND IT IN THE RIVER. See all the pictures.
Luckily no one was killed in either crash. I just found the contrast interesting.
(I'm such an upstate snob.)
And yet despite my self-proclaimed dislike for the downstate part of my, well, state...I'll be in NYC on Sunday.
(I would have provided Times Union links for both stories, but their site is down. I did instead learn something very valuable from this site, courtesy of Paint Tomorrow Blue.)
Current Music: Savage Garden - The Animal Song
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
You can't rush fashion, especially while wearing stirrup pants!
For those of you who don't know, I work at a clothing store. It closes at six on Sundays, and I can count on one hand the number of times that we have actually closed AT six. That would be 0.
So this woman comes into the store at 5 on Sunday. We close at 6, and there are lots of people milling about. 5:55, we ask her if she needs help. We're closing up and we have people coming in to reset the floor. She declines our offer.
So we're finishing up cleaning up the store a bit, and I ask her again if she needs any help. Note, from at least 5:50, she has been standing in front of a display of about 10 5.99 handbags.
Also note that I am not the only person to ask her and her friend if they need help.
Finally, the manager asks her if there is anything she can help her find, since she needs to close the registers and get out of the way of the floor crew. It's 6:15. The woman huffs, "I feel so rushed! YOU CAN'T RUSH FASHION!" And she flounces out of the store, complaining that we rushed her.
Now this might be terrible of us, but for the next ten minutes as we closed, someone would randomly yell out, "YOU CAN'T RUSH FASHION," and crack us up. Of course the woman was wearing stirrup pants. "1985 called, it wants its pants back." Seriously, it should not take you twenty goddamned minutes at least to decide if you want any of ten 5.99 handbags. Either it jumps out at you or it doesn't. GTFO.
(Thanks to Paint Tomorrow Blue, she gave me this perfect visual companion)
Current Music: Savage Garden - Break Me Shake Me (live acoustic)
So this woman comes into the store at 5 on Sunday. We close at 6, and there are lots of people milling about. 5:55, we ask her if she needs help. We're closing up and we have people coming in to reset the floor. She declines our offer.
So we're finishing up cleaning up the store a bit, and I ask her again if she needs any help. Note, from at least 5:50, she has been standing in front of a display of about 10 5.99 handbags.
Also note that I am not the only person to ask her and her friend if they need help.
Finally, the manager asks her if there is anything she can help her find, since she needs to close the registers and get out of the way of the floor crew. It's 6:15. The woman huffs, "I feel so rushed! YOU CAN'T RUSH FASHION!" And she flounces out of the store, complaining that we rushed her.
Now this might be terrible of us, but for the next ten minutes as we closed, someone would randomly yell out, "YOU CAN'T RUSH FASHION," and crack us up. Of course the woman was wearing stirrup pants. "1985 called, it wants its pants back." Seriously, it should not take you twenty goddamned minutes at least to decide if you want any of ten 5.99 handbags. Either it jumps out at you or it doesn't. GTFO.
(Thanks to Paint Tomorrow Blue, she gave me this perfect visual companion)
Current Music: Savage Garden - Break Me Shake Me (live acoustic)
Friday, January 09, 2009
My lip blew up today
I had lunch, a typical lunch for me -- roast beef sandwich and Curly fries from Arby's, and a Dr Pepper, and after I finished eating, my lip swelled up.
SWELLED up huge. Like I had a bad collagen implant. I freaked out, because it had never happened to me before. Our store mom said to me that it was an allergy, and the other manager offered to go get me benadryl to make it stop cause it got bigger. It eventually stopped and started to get smaller, but you can still kind of see it. Looks like my lips are chapped, and that's really annoying.
What's even more annoying is that I don't know what caused it -- our speculation is that the restaurant changed the oil they use, and that's what's bothering me. But I wouldn't know what kind of oil it was, I guess I could go ask. In the meantime I need to go get benadryl, or some anti-histamine because it's still kind of bothersome. And either the cold weather or this is throwing my asthma into play so I need to take more albuterol. YAY DRUGS.
So uh, how was your day?
(As usual, crossposted from my LiveJournal.)
SWELLED up huge. Like I had a bad collagen implant. I freaked out, because it had never happened to me before. Our store mom said to me that it was an allergy, and the other manager offered to go get me benadryl to make it stop cause it got bigger. It eventually stopped and started to get smaller, but you can still kind of see it. Looks like my lips are chapped, and that's really annoying.
What's even more annoying is that I don't know what caused it -- our speculation is that the restaurant changed the oil they use, and that's what's bothering me. But I wouldn't know what kind of oil it was, I guess I could go ask. In the meantime I need to go get benadryl, or some anti-histamine because it's still kind of bothersome. And either the cold weather or this is throwing my asthma into play so I need to take more albuterol. YAY DRUGS.
So uh, how was your day?
(As usual, crossposted from my LiveJournal.)
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