Moody Moose...

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Apparently there's an echo in here. Well maybe if I take the echo mike away from my face it might help ;)

OK

That's better.

Where was I?

Oh yes I remember. I am feeling lamer than lame tonight. Why is that? you ask.

Well I'll tell you...and you'll sit there reading every.last.word. I can tell because you already are.

Not to go all emo/goth or anything, but here's the dilemma...it's Halloween. One of the rare exceptions where you can dress like a crazy person and people congratulate you rather than stare you down while wondering why they didn't program the insane asylum's number into their speed dial.

I miss being able to dress up whenever just because I felt like it...oh to be 5 again...ok maybe not.

I Digress.

So back to the dilemma at hand. There are about five different parties going on tonight, and unlike most Hallows eves this one happens to be on a Friday night, when you can play as late as you want and don't have to worry about being awake for work the next morning.

Yours truly is so codependent that she feels she needs friends as her security blanket in order to be seen in social events such as these. However, since her friends are being lame, and without good reason mind you, she's having a pity party for one.woo.

I even had a super rockin outfit planned and everything complements of Lady This royally sucks. Let the suckfest begin.

I would even go running to get out and feel better about things, but sadly all the little trick-o-treaters would probably just stare at me and then pass me in their sugar frenzied rushes.

I'll quit whining now.

Thank you.

Hello My Name is Simon & I Like to Do Draw-rings

Did I ever tell you about the time some guy drew my picture? No? Well here it goes. One evening this particular dude had invited me over to hang out. No big, we had hung out before.

On previous hangy-outty occasions it was established that we both enjoyed drawing, although I draw differently than he does. I look at the blank page and draw what I see there in the paper. Kinda like that one dude in Heroes, but I don't need any drug induced hallucinations to do it. I'm just that crazy. It comes naturally to me.

He draws what he sees or to attempt specificity more realistic, non-idealized things. I'd seen some of his previous sketches or pieces as it were and they weren't too bad. Well he'd invited me over and he had found some game cover and other inanimate objects for still life inspiration for our drawing session. I had actually picked back up on a previous sketch that I had been working on.

When I draw I get very engrossed in the work that everything else kind of gets tuned out. It barely registered to me that he was drawing, until my mind wandered briefly from the work in front of me, and I was suddenly hyper aware that he was drawing a picture of me as I was drawing. I had not yet seen the drawing, but I just knew that he was. It was an awkward feeling to say the least.

When I reached a stopping point, he informed me that he had decided to draw me instead of the inspiration pieces. I think it freaked me out a little more than it flattered me...not gonna lie.

"That woman was me........And the artist? PabloPicasso."

Your reward for sticking through this post with me?
I was gonna post a vid of this but couldn't find it...bummer.

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I'm Just Sayin'

My Oh MY! A little while back...about a month ago or so, I was sitting in my cube minding my own beez-wax as per usual and received an IM from one of my coworkers. John S. he let me know there was an order waiting to be released and asked if I would do it. I responded that I would, but also to expect more orders on this account as well as another affiliated account since it was the first of the month. I quickly closed the window figuring the conversation was over.

John S. IMs me frequently throughout the day so I didn't really think anything of it half the time it's work related the other half = goofing off a little or just trying to stir the pot.

Living in my own little bubble inside the bubble of my world...wow that's bubbly! But I'm not too much of a bubble head though. I Digress.

John S. responded and this is what ensued...

John S: account#1 orders at different times throughout the month... but account#2 orders almost all at the beginning of the month...
PK: I'm just sayin'
2 minutes...(haha)
PK: SORRY
PK: I thought it was John S2
John S: Sorry for what?
John S: Oh got ya
PK: b/c I don't see their orders come up all the time
John S: It's because you are slackin', aren't you?
John S: We should all take today as a slacker day...:D
John S: We should just nap all day!
PK: S2 im's me throughout the day so my mind only registered John S. ;) It wasn't until he sent me a message after you did that I realized :$
John S: Ha ha ha ... you would not believe how many people IM throughout the day asking me to release orders for them...
John S: I just reply back "NO" and don't correct them... just to see if they are paying attention...
PK: lol
John S: ;) Just like being a little wicked!

Semi Simultaneously
John S2: PK....(this was the point at which I realized that it was not the John S I thought it was)
John S2: just curious....
John S2: who handles account#1? I asked Moe and she told me she doesn't handle it, and Little Helper hasn't released it... I am just concerned.....
John S2: do you know?
John S2: ;)
PK: me
PK: lol
PK: holy crap
John S2: crap isn't holy.
John S2: sheesh
John S2: are you smokin crack?
PK: uhh maybe (this response came after the realization and apology to John S)
PK: I thought John S was you
PK: and I was little flippant in my response on this order
John S2: I am John
John S2: hahahahahahahahhaahhahaa
John S2: you are a strange one...
PK: I just gave a heads up that we would probably be seeing quite a few more orders from this account#1 as well as account#2
PK: since it's the beginning the month and all
PK: here's what followed
John S2: oh Lord, help me!
PK: (Insert first conversation here)
John S2: hahahhahahahaahhaaa
John S2: that is hilarious...
PK: haha you're funny
John S2: sometimes...
John S2: are you telling me or S1?
PK: no you
PK: S1's off
John S2: hahhahahhahhahhahaa
PK: and I'll probably pay closer attention now!
John S2: oh yeah
John S2: otherwise I may find out your secrets
John S2: hahahahahaahahhahahaa
John S2: Wahahahahahahahaaa!
PK: silly silly

In Training

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MB!!! Wish I was there to teach you how to ride the digger down the stairs!
Love ya CQ

Exhibit 291-4A

Just in case you needed further evidence that I am in fact crazy, here’s one more.

Throughout my time at school, I had developed something of a secret burning passion of detest for doing laundry. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind doing laundry in and of itself. I just hate having to lug all of my dirty laundry around in front of others…including all the unmentionables. I know it’s a fact of life and everything, that didn’t bother me quite so much as having to come up with the quarters to do it all. That was the real pain.

Oh, lest I forget that I am also paranoid about my clothes being stolen from the public laundry areas lasting a long time, and I’d had enough fiascos with “untested” washers and dryers to keep me rather leery of just washing when I felt like it. One fatal wash & dry cycle could make a brand new article of clothing look three years old or like it was made for a three year old.

One day in my fed-up-ish-ness, and with the biggest pile of black clothing. No, there’s nothing really significant about the color, it’s just that most of my workout clothes at the time were black, and I had quite a lot of them. But I digress. I knew I didn’t have enough quarters; and it was Saturday, which meant all of the washers were taken any way. I decided what would possibly be more efficient, and I would know exactly how much abuse my clothing would get, if I were to wash it by hand instead.

So I did just that. I filled up the tub, poured a little detergent in, and threw in the clothing…all of it.

Oh yes.

Yes I did.

It wasn’t too bad actually and for the amount of time that it would take the normal wash cycle of a washing machine to complete one load I had washed approximately 2.67 loads. I was quite pleased with the result, and the kicker was that since it was such a nice day out I was able to hang it out to dry…*please note that all the wash that was publicly “aired” was not of a personal nature, and it was clean laundry not the dirty kind. ;)

I guess I still paid for that load of laundry, but at least I didn’t have to find quarters to do it. ;)

IT'S SO SHINY!

A little glitter makes EVERYTHING better! Today She is two! It's party time!

For a little light entertainment go here. Then clickety on Lord of the Engagement Ring. It's pretty silly.