The tribe has spoken

That’s it, I’m voting everyone of my island! Oh, if only I had an island, all to myself. You can send Milo, Rudolf, Jack, Adrian and Mark(Ventimiglia, Martin, Nicholson, Pasdar and Selby) to entertain me. And no computers, pretty please. Oh, the fun we’d have. Actually the fun I’d have. But I’ll settle for an island even without my pretty men as long as there are no computers there and more importantly no morons asking me to fix it! Gah! I am not magic. I know I am amazing but seriously, I cannot find that thing you were writing and didn’t save before your computer went boom. And just so you know, telling me to fix it or just teach you what to do doesn’t work. How do you teach someone to be on the Internet? Huh? I can setup an email account for you, show you how to use it, show you what Google is and what Google does but I’m going to need a bit more info before I can tell you what you can do on the Internet. There are many wonderful things there…but I cannot read your mind and guess what you’re interested in, okay? And no, you’ll have to find your own porn.


As you can tell I’ve had a bad week. Thankfully it was a snooker week(China Open time) so that helped me keep a bit of my sanity. Now I am just going to watch the final, go out, grab a couple of beers and then take a long hot bath with my new cherry-bubble-gum flavored bubble-bath thingy and forget all about the morons that I know. And dream of my island.

What I like about me

Week 2 of the Blog Tour.

So, I have been thinking about this topic for the past 3 days. I have thought which way I should go- the slightly nutty, but oh, so adorable or the serious one. I have thought really hard about this. Trust me. So here are some of the things I like about me:

I like that I am not a shoe person. I own 3 pairs of shoes: sneakers, boots and a pair of classy shoes. Up until one month ago I owned 2 pairs of shoes. I don’t know anyone who owns so few pairs of shoes. But the best part about this is that it saves me money. Let me do a bit of math here. My sneakers were 90$. My boots 125$. My shoes 30$. That is an average of 80$ for a pair of footwear. Now imagine if I owned 10 pairs of shoes. 20.
…Of course, the money I save go on books and movies. Oh, well.

I like that I am a movie fanatic. I have a friend who calls me instead of checking imdb. Every time she calls and asks me a movie question I get all giddy inside.
…And I get most of the references they make in Gilmore Girls.

I like that I can find a Gilmore correspondent for almost every situation in real life. And even though I cannot explain to most people why I am laughing and if I try they look at me funny I still think it’s the best thing ever.
…And I’m still waiting for the perfect moment to say “I am sleeping with the zucchini”.

I like my hair. It’s finally long. I’ve wanted long hair since I was 2 or 3. Mom always cut it short because it was easier to comb. Now it’s long and pretty and it has a mind of its own.
…And it’s a pain to comb.

I like that I am not the world’s worst writer. I am not the best either but at least I don’t have the need to use “angelic” every 3 lines to describe every thing from a voice to a look to the belt-buckle of the character.
…Yes, I know someone who is overly fond of that word.

I like that I can be brutally honest if the situation requires me to be but I can also smile and lie if I have to play nice.
…I prefer to be honest, though.

I like that I am spontaneous. I can be ready to leave the house in 7 minutes or 30 if I am staying for more then 2 days.
…Of course, this means that I often forget things but I now own 3 toothbrushes. I had 7 at one point.

I like that I sometimes spend hours talking to someone equally obsessed as I am trying to come up with new Heroes theories and explain some things.
…Seriously, why didn’t Peter just go thru the door?

But what I like most about me is that I can make fun of me, and so can other people and I will not be offended. I can be an idiot sometimes-but I also have my bright moments-
…I think I developed this skill from being related to my family.

As always, you can look to the left of the page and see other people who have written about this subject.

...Yeah, I went the sligtly nuttier way.

I hate Easter

Nope, actually I don’t. Of course, we don’t have an Easter bunny here and our Easter isn’t for another month but I am still waiting for my university replies and although it has only been two weeks I am slowly going crazy here. I hate waiting! I don’t even know if Easter is to blame but I have to blame something so yeah…there you go. And while I’m on the subject it is such a rip-off that I never had an Easter bunny! Kids these days get presents…why didn’t I? If I was lucky I got new clothes and some chocolate. I want a basket full of cupcakes and chocolate, I love chocolate, I deserve chocolate! We don’t even have a Tooth Fairy. I was supposed to throw my teeth over a house so that a crow could get me a new one. Yeah, a crow. And it didn’t even bother to give me some money. Nope. Just a new tooth. That sucks. I'm sorry, that was my opressed childhood coming out there for a minute. But you have to agree that no chocolate is just a cruel punishment. I want chocolate and a reply, pretty please! Ugh…I never appreciated before the awesomeness of only having to wait 3 or 4 days for a university reply. I should have stayed were I was(actually, not really since it was utterly boring and crappy and useless but I am getting anxious). And the weird part of it all is that I don’t even care if they say yes or no(ok, maybe just a little). I just want to get it all over with!

So pretty please make up your damned minds and send the nice Romanian girl a reply before I start trying to reproduce the Guernica on my wall! Or building a city out of matchsticks. Or something equally time consuming. Anyone care to teach me how to knit?

And another thing: I have started watching Gilmore Girls, yet again(please don’t mock). I only made it to the 3rd season last time and got depressed because I knew Jess was going to leave(don’t mock this either) so now I am watching the 4th season and I’ve discovered, much to my shock, that I am missing a DVD. Where did I put it? Has anyone seen it? Pretty please? I have scoured every last bit of space and I cannot find it. But I did find a paper clip in my wallet(Why was I looking in there?). I am sure I have never seen this paperclip in my life and I have no recollection of ever getting a paper that came with a paperclip, much less a light-blue one. This is a unfair trade and I want my DVD back!

Happy easter to all those celebrating.

What do dentists have to do with forensic science?

I’ve mentioned here before that when I grow up I wanna be a forensic scientist. Fingers crossed they take me. Well, my family thinks it’s completely wrong for me because…wait for this, ok?…I am afraid of dentists. How in heaven are those two even remotely related? What does the fact that the thought of a guy poking and drilling in my mouth makes me hyperventilate have to do with my ability and willingness to be around dead people? Am I the only one missing the connection here? (I’ll completely skip over the fact that the only clue they have about what forensic scientists do comes from CSI. Only my bro has a slightly more reasonable idea. Dad has no clue what that is but smiles and nods and tells me not to marry a Brit.) And while I’m on the subject: nope, my decision to do this has absolutely nothing to do with CSI so stop bugging me with that question, will you? Yeah, yeah, I never heard that one before! Oh my, you’re so smart and clever! Jeebus, every time someone asks me about my university choices and I tell them they feel like it’s their obligation to make a CSI comment. Trust me, it got old long time ago. Although the funniest comment I got on the subject was years ago, when I was thinking of going into forensic psychology and my cousin(and he’s one of the bright ones in the family, god help me) asked me if I had visions(remember Profiler?).

Yeah, it’s make fun of Addie in my house. Complete with baby stories because maybe my future sister-in-law hasn’t heard them all. Get out bro’s baby pictures, will you? After all, she’s marrying him, not me. And when we’re not making fun of me(seriously guys, stop!) it’s wedding planning time. If I make it through this weekend without killing them all or getting wasted it will be a miracle.

England is not far enough. How much for a house on Mars?

Strangest vacation spot

I have taken the voluntary task of writing about a given topic, once in a while. I’m not the only one and if you look left you can see links to other people’s blogs, people who are doing the exact same thing. So here it is, today’s topic: Strangest vacation spot.


When I started thinking about this post I was sure I had nothing. I’ve never been in a former prison converted into a hotel. I’ve never climbed Mount Everest. I’ve never spent the night in an ice hotel also. But to be honest…how many people have? So, I ran the list off places I remember going to through my head and this is what I came out with.

I have been in a rather eccentric Woodstock wannabe. Actually I go there every year. It’s fun, free and you can camp on the beach, right next to the sea. It doesn’t get any better then that.

I have been at the ruins of an old castle, high up on a hill. Didn’t care much for the climb there but the view was amazing. I have also been at the ruins of another castle, this time much closer to the city. Civilization takes the fun out of pretending you’re ancient. Or at least medieval.

I have been in way too many cemeteries. I have a cemetery fetish. Ok, that came out wrong. I like looking at the pretty graves. Not much better, isn’t it? I’ll just drop this one.

I have been stranded in the middle of absolutely nowhere while at summer camp. The closest village was 7 km away and we walked that every other day for smokes. Yeah, we weren’t very bright. There was also absolutely nothing to do there. I don’t have very fond memories of that one.


Someday I might expand on some of those stories because they are worth to be told. But the winner is…the Parisian catacombs. It starts simple enough, a passage beneath the streets of Paris. You can see the marks on the bricks and the street signs of the streets above you. And then you enter the ossuary. It is such a surreal experience to walk through literally tens of thousands of bones stacked up neatly against the walls of a narrow tunnel. There is a nice history lesson here but I will keep history-freak-Addie in her box and not bore you with the details. The things that impressed me the most: the sense of humor the people who stacked them had. There is a skull with 2 bones crossed beneath it. Argh, matey! There are crosses-ok, maybe that’s not funny- and, my personal favorite, skulls arranged so they formed a heart. Yeah, you read that right. A heart. I know I said this once but it was so amazingly surreal and yes, a little creepy.






"In peaceful sleep rest great people."

Ok, time for yet more rules!

I seem to need lots of new rules lately. Here is another one:

If you DO NOT know what you are doing, please DO NOT try to do it!

As some of you know I occasionally have the pleasure of fixing computers for friends/family/random people who have got my number from the first two categories. I don’t mind, I make some money out of it, everybody is happy in the end. I can’t fix many things but I can deal with the basics. But the process sometimes involves so much unnecessary head banging it makes me want to strangle the week’s idiot. If your computer is doing something weird and you don’t know how to fix it then don’t try. There’s no need to do that thing you’re trying to do. If you have a virus then what the heck are you doing in BIOS? Yeah, those are my favorite kind of people. I swear, people being stupid and thinking they know what they’re doing cause three quarters of the things I have to fix. Oh, and also:

I KNOW what I am doing. You DON’T! DON’T try and give me advice.

You called me for a reason, remember? That reason is that you have no clue what’s happening. Yes, I know you’re a genius. Trust me, you’ve made it very clear that you are really good and smart and awesome. But I’m the one with the hands deep inside your computer or typing away here, so please let me do what I have to do. If you’re so smart and feel the need to tell me how to do the job you’re paying me to do then why the fuck didn’t you do it instead of getting me away from my comfy chair? Your advice will only make thing worse. Nope, I really don’t need to change the BIOS settings to get rid of your virus. Yeah, that weird thing your computer is doing is because of a virus. Which brings us to rule number 3 for the day:

If I ask a question, DO NOT lie to me!

I promise I won’t call the cops on you. I can sign a paper stating so if you want. I’m not a professional and even if I were I still wouldn’t care. You can do whatever you wish. But don’t tell me you got a virus by browsing Yahoo and Google, ‘cause I won’t buy it. Yeah, I’m not an idiot. At least give me the benefit of the doubt and tell me a guy sent you an attachment and you were an idiot and opened it. But no one will believe you got a virus from Yahoo. It’s like telling your doctor you have no idea how you got an STD because you don’t have sex and you don’t even touch other people. Being the computer chick is just like being a doctor. People try to treat themselves, lie to you and then try to give you advice. And before I go away, here are a few of the conversations that inspired this post.

“My computer was doing this really weird thing.”
“Uh-huh…What weird thing?”
“Well, there was this message and it was making a weird sound and just acting crazy.”
“Uh-huh…that sounds like a virus.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured so I went into BIOS and…”
“Wait! You did what???”
“I started the computer and entered BIOS.” Muttering about how I have no clue what I’m doing and do I even know what BIOS is.
“Why did you do that?”
“Well, that’s how you fix things. Are you sure you can fix it? You don’t really look like an expert.” I wonder how I was supposed to look. Must I have zits, glasses, weigh a ton and be a WoW addict?
“Yeah, I’m sure. Can I ask why you didn’t use an antivirus?”
“Oh…well, it’s easier in BIOS.”
Please note my self-restraint and the fact that I didn’t start yelling “How in God’s name can you debug a computer in BIOS? Call Bill Gates, you are a genius!”
“Nope, actually you can’t do this in BIOS.” I swear, some people think that BIOS is the answer to every problem. It’s magic! “You should have used an anti-virus. You can buy one but there are a few free ones, blah-blah.”

Can someone make computers idiot proof? Next on our list and the reason for rule 3.

“I think I have a virus.”
“Does seem so.” Running the anti-virus and swinging happily in the chair. I was having a good day, he hadn’t tried to fix it himself.
“I don’t know how I got it, I never go on those websites.”
“And what are those websites supposed to be?” Hey, I never said I’m not taking pleasure in this. “You know…those with naked women. I stay on Yahoo.”
“Only Yahoo?”
“Sometimes Google, but I never go on those websites!” Please note that I never asked how he got the virus, at any point in the conversation. I know viruses, adware and spyware happen. It’s the way of the Internet.
“Uh-huh…did you open any attachments lately?”
“What are those?” I’ll take that as a no.
Blah-blah further on.

Another one, this time on the wonders I’m supposed to do. I must be a magician! I got a call to go and install a new DVD-ROM. I get there, unplug everything.
“Can you get me a screwdriver?”
“What for?” Well, I could have said I need it for my special ritual. All hail the Goddess Screwdriver!
“Uh…to open the computer.”
“Oh…do you have to do that?”
“To install your DVD-ROM? Yeah…I kinda have to.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“But can’t you just…I don’t know, tape it or something?”

Goddess Screwdriver, smite thy idiot! Yet another one:

“It’s not working, it’s not working!”
“What were you doing before it stopped working?” She hadn’t even let me turn on the computer at this point so here come the completely unnecessary questions.
“Nothing.” Remember rule number 3?
“Ok. When did you notice it stopped working?”
“Today when I got home from work.”
“And last time you opened it it was working fine?”
“Yeah.”
“And does anybody else have access to this computer?”
“No.”
“Ok. Let me see what I can do.”
“But can you fix it?”
“I can try.”
“You don’t really look like you’re good at this.” Again…how am I supposed to look?
“Well, if I can’t fix it then I can call someone else who will, ok?”
“Oooookaaaaay.”
I open the computer and see that Windows wasn’t starting because it was trying to boot from the CD-ROM and not from the hard-drive. In the meantime the happy midget was yammering on and on in my ear how “can you see? Can you see? It’s not working!” Open BIOS and try and venture a wild guess as to who had set the primary boot device to the CD-ROM and forgot to add the hard-drive anywhere. And you wonder why it didn’t boot from a Sims CD… I change the settings and wonder of all wonders it starts!
“How did you do that?”
“I changed a setting. Why did you start BIOS? And why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, the last guy did it and I thought I could make it work better.” Goddess, smite this one as well, will you?
“Yeah…ok. That will be double-the-amount-of-money-I-was-going-to-ask-for-originally.” What can I say? Stupidity is costly. Maybe next time she’ll remember not to poke around places she shouldn’t.

Do I have to tell you about the time someone asked me to install Windows XP on a computer that could barely function with ’98 because “she only knows how to work with XP!!!”

Yeah. People are stupid. Don't try to fix your own computer if you have no clue what you're doing.

100 facts

I read a lot of blogs, mostly blogs of strangers. It’s the 21st century way of peaking from behind the curtains. Yeah, I’m nosy like that. My favourite blog was that of a New York waiter. Sadly, he quit his job and it got boring. But I’m straying away from my point. One of the blogs I read has a post of 100 facts about the blog writer. Now the title becomes clear, doesn’t it? So, I decided to write 100 facts about myself. It took me almost 2 days to complete.


1.I like things that smell like bubble gum. Shower gel, body lotions, pretty much anything that smells like bubble gum.
2.I like to buy products that smell nice but I rarely use them.
3.I get excited by new stuff and get bored in 1 to 5 days. Few things have lasted longer.
4.I smoke and I don’t want to quit.
5.I drink coffee.
6.I drink Coke. I will choose Coke over Pepsi any day. I think people who drink Pepsi just don’t
know how to enjoy life. I think that people who can’t tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi have no taste buds.
7.I believe everybody has the right to choose when it comes to their lives and their bodies. Yes, this means I am pro-choice and proud of it.
8.I have been in boys’ dorm rooms that were cleaner than mine. I like my mess, thank you very much, and will not clean unless I am mad, extremely bored or am having a cleaning fit.
9.I cannot stand my bathroom or kitchen to be dirty. This does not apply to dishes which I don’t mind doing but I will leave be if I don’t feel like it, sometimes even for weeks.
10.I would have liked to work in advertising.
11.I think I am funny. Most people disagree.
12.I learn every year how to tie a tie knot. It takes me 10 to 11 months to forget this information and then I look online and learn again.
13.I also drink tea. I prefer green, black and peppermint.
14.I like peppermint things. Tea, ice cream, chocolate and that’s just what I can think of right now.
15.I am mildly dyslexic. It gets worse when I am stressed. I lost 0.5 of a point in a math exam because of this many years ago and I still haven’t gotten over that fact.
16.I dislike having to wake up early.
17.I dwell on small things.
18.I will sometimes beat myself up for stupid things I did years before.
19.My left eye is different because of a surgery I had. Until 2 years ago it was the first thing I noticed every time I looked in a mirror. Now I have to focus to notice it. It hasn’t changed. I have.
20.I dislike wearing make-up because it makes my weird eye more noticeable.
21.I’ve never had a good idea of what I want to do with my life. When I was 7 I wanted to be an astronomer. I wanted to be a journalist, computer tech, doctor and so many other things.
22.When I was 8 or 9 I announced that I wanted to be a writer. No one took me seriously. They still don’t. In the meantime I discovered that I lack talent.
23.I am competitive.
24.I like to win.
25.I like red wine.
26.I will drink if I want to drink even if I am alone in my house. This doesn’t make me an alcoholic.
27.I have watched all the Gilmore Girls seasons many times. I can still laugh at the funny scenes and I still cringe when a moment I hate comes along.
28.My favourite Survivor contestant was Andrew Savage, from Pearl Islands.
29.Yes, I watch Survivor. I dislike all other reality TV.
30.I like warmth.
31.Oddly enough my favourite seasons are fall and winter.
32.I like snow. It makes me happy. When the first snow of the year falls, I’ll be outside.
33.I prefer dogs to cats but I can appreciate the commodity of owning a cat. I had one, they’re much less maintenance. Dogs are friendlier.
34.I have made many bad dating decisions. I don’t regret them.
35.I would never in a hundred years date again most of the guys I dated in my teens.
36.I like to drink from the appropriate glass for every drink. I can’t drink wine from a wrong glass.
37.I like drinking out of bottles. Even wine.
38.I can be bitchy. I enjoy it.
39.I am polite. I say “please” and “thank you”.
40.The fact that I am polite does not mean that I like you.
41.In fact I dislike most of the people I meet every day.
42.I have been tested and I have a high IQ but I will not share the number.
43.However, I take pride in that number.
44.I have long hair and yes, I am aware that it would take much less time to take care of it if it would be shorter. However, I like my hair long.
45.I am not and have never been religious. I dislike most forms of organized religion.
46.I like colors, I just don’t like the way they look on me. That’s why I wear mostly black clothes.
47.I think Macs are cool but I wouldn’t like to own one.
48.If I have to choose something, prettiness will factor in. I like to have pretty things.
49.The fact that I am bad at something will most likely stop me from trying it again. This does not apply to pool and writing.
50.I don’t eat dairy. At all. Except for chocolate milk.
51.Fast food is a blessing and I would eat it every day.
52.I am lazy.
53.I am a night person.
54.I have been an insomniac for a long time. I will not take any pills for it because, frankly, I enjoy it.
55.If I could pick any city in the world to live in it would probably be London, followed closely by New York.
56.I will avoid walking unless I am on vacation.
57.I would like to go to Japan only to be able to travel in a Maglev train.
58.I can’t drive. I’d like to learn.
59.I’d also like to learn to ride a motorcycle.
60.I love Pringles.
61.I don’t eat breakfast.
62.I can’t touch type. This makes me sad.
63.I don’t understand the cuteness of penguins. I think they’re ugly.
64.I play backgammon. In fact the game I play most now is a backgammon game.
65.I used to be a gamer-chick and I was really good at most games. I got bored about 3 years ago. Despite that, I never got the appeal of shooters.
66.I usually carry a book with me when I go out. Even if I go out drinking. It’s especially fun if I have to wait in line and I whip out a 4-500 page book or one with a really dirty cover.
67.I also carry a notebook and pen with me most times. Inspiration strikes at the most random times.
68.I have a pentacle ring. I got bored of answering idiotic questions so I stopped wearing it.
69.I used to be a rocker-chick. It makes for good stories of my fun youth. I still have fun, though.
70.I can never remember the difference between “loose” and “lose”. I’ve tried a million different ways. I’ll usually read the sentence out to see if it makes sense. Also, I usually get it wrong.
71.I’ve wanted a pair of Docs for 5 or 6 years. I hope I’ll get one this fall. I probably won’t take them off ever again.
72.I like movies with happy endings but I have weird ideas of what a happy ending is.
73.I love crappy horror movies and watch every one I can because I get to make fun of them
74.I love watching snooker. I suck at pool so I have no chance of being good at playing.
75.I don’t like plush toys. Despite that, I have a big bag filled with them under my bed. The dangers of being a girl, I suppose.
76.I am not sentimental and I lose most of the things that most women keep for years and years. I once forgot a love letter I got(long story about that one). I also lost a ring I got for Valentine’s Day many moons ago and I’ve never kept a flower in a book.
77.If I need money I will usually find some on the street. Never much but enough.
78.The only romance book I like is Jane Eyre.
79.I’ve been told I’m an expert at eye rolling and sighing. I practice a lot.
80.I love smileys and use them constantly.
81.I will go to extensive lengths to find a great gift for someone because I love getting good gifts.
82.I hate waiting for anything.
83.I don’t give random gifts. But I do like getting them so feel free to send me something ;)
84.I don’t drink unsweetened stuff. I usually add 2 teaspoons of sugar in my tea or coffee.
85.I’d like to have a vacation house in the mountains somewhere or in a small French village.
86.I have romantic views of small French villages. I don’t wish to know the reality. My imagination is much better.
87.I don’t like cutesy pet names. I have a name and I like it. I also have a nickname that I like. Are those 2 so hard to remember that you have to use a cutesy thing? There is only one that I don’t mind.
88.I am blunt.
89.I will answer most questions honestly unless I feel it’s none of the asker’s business. I won’t answer questions about my age, though. I don’t have a problem with it, I just think it’s incredibly rude and most people need to learn not to ask that. Next time they might get a person who does mind.
90.I am cynical and enjoy it.
91.I generally enjoy most of my flaws. If I didn’t I would probably work on them.
92.My only make-up must have is lip balm. I also usually have a black eye pencil around my purse. I have used one to write something down in the past when my pen stopped working.
93.I could never collect anything. I find collecting in general utterly boring.
94.I have quite a few metallic boxes and I will buy almost anything as long as it comes in a metallic box.
95.I have one perfume that I like. There might be others but I haven’t found them yet. It’s Miracle by Lancôme. Fell free to send me one as well.
96.I will lie thru my teeth and with a smile on my face to get out of trouble. Because of this I rarely got in trouble when I was a kid. I’m really good at it.
97.I can’t stand small purses even though I never carry lots of things with me. It must at least fit a big book. I would take a messenger bag over one of those tiny purses any day.
98.I love input, both positive and negative. I can take critique well, as long as it’s founded.
99.I like change. I like to move. I sleep on my pullout couch once a month because I get bored of always sleeping in my bed.
100.I like French music. In fact, this list was written on an Alizée and Patricia Kaas musical background.

I made it to 100. Pfew! *relieved sigh* If you read that big list you are my hero. Can you write yours? My infinity dare still stands. I'm even offering a cookie bribe.

Do I have to pick?

I am driving myself batty. I’ve been known for my lack of ability to make decisions. Hell, I freely admit that it will be a cold day in hell before I can decide on something without questioning myself at least twelve and a half times. Don’t get me wrong, there are some things that I can pick in a second but others…hmpf. And for the last few days I’ve been thinking of a topic for this particular blog entry. I’ve typed 5 and three quarters paragraphs, all on different subjects, ranging from Lost to my bout of melancholy and let me tell you…it’s hard to be indecisive. So I thought I’d leave you with two questions before I go on my merry way.

What is the appeal of Lost? Because, seriously, I seem to be the only person on this planet who doesn’t get it. Please explain, because I am lost(and please pardon the pun).

Could you write a list of 100 facts about yourself? I was inspired to try and do so by a post in another blog. And let me tell you, it’s harder then it seems. I’m at 60 something right now. I might post it, I might not(but to be completely honest I will probably post it because I post pretty much everything that flies thru my ity-bity brain). But could you? And how much does that list say about who you are?

I’m going away now. I have a bunch of crappy movies I rented yesterday(and one is worse then the other) that I must watch. But before I go…I dare you to try and write that list! I double dare you! I infinity dare you! I’m going a bit overboard here, aren’t I? I still dare you!


Ta-ta, grasshoppers. *waves* I’ll be back soon enough.

No!!!

Listen up, Hollywood! You are not allowed to make another remake. Nope. Not now, not ever. Go back to make useless sequels and prequels but no more remakes! You’ve destroyed…pretty much every movie you’ve ever remade. While I get remaking J-movies because, let’s face it, most Americans can’t follow a subtitle you’re no longer allowed to remake great movies. Shall I remind you of Psycho? Dawn of the dead? House of wax? The wicker man? The omen??? You’ve ruined every movie you’ve remade. Why didn’t you figure our by now that it’s a bad idea? Well, now, ladies and gentlemen, the power at be have decided to remake Rosemary’s Baby!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

And if that’s not bad enough, the guy in charge of the project is Michael Bay. You know the guy that believes that every scene of every movie must have special effects and that has already ruined Texas Chainsaw Massacre and that at the moment is destroying A Nightmare On Elm Street. Dear lord help me, I’m gonna go Unabomber on his ass!

Isn’t it pretty?

Also known as: Look, Addie is bored, I hate waiting and This girl has way to much time on her hands

As you can see, I changed the face of my blog again. I think it’s prettier this way. And I was bored. Since I woke up I had a very annoying conversation(the reason for my new rule), fixed the hole my idiot dog and his equally idiot dog-friend made in the fence and redesigned this. And had massive amounts of coffee. Oh, and took the picture that’s up in the title. And edited it. I need a hobby.

First things first: Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it? I’m very excited. I love it. I might even keep it for more then a month this time.

Next: I hate waiting! I am not genetically set up to wait. It drives me bonkers. I got around to finishing my university application and sent it yesterday and now I must wait. I hate waiting(in case I didn’t make myself clear earlier). It’s boring and boring and boring and a bit nerve wrecking. Anyway, wish me luck. You might get rid of me after all.

Third: I am not an idiot. The fact that I am a girl does not mean that I need to be treated like a child. Ok, this is an overreaction on my part but I was already mad and it didn’t help. I was fixing the fence. I literally had to hammer 4 nails. It’s not brain surgery. But my neighbour offered to help because…I’m a girl. It was nice of him but trust me, I can do it. I can very well take care of myself without the help of any night in shiny armour(or in this case a pair of jeans and a shirt). It’s not that hard and I am not a delicate little flower.

Fourth: Huh…no fourth.

Have a nice day.

Let’s establish a rule here

It’s a simple rule, really. Really simple. But you, idiot people which I’ve had the displeasure of meeting over the years must remember this very simple rule. Ready? Here goes:

You DO NOT get to ask for my opinion and then be offended by it.

I’m blunt. If you’ve known me for more then 3 seconds this becomes clear. I will present you with my honest opinion if you ask for it. This includes attesting the fact that those pants do indeed make you look fat, recreating a scene from Jackass is moronic and you are just being an idiot in general. I’ll be polite about it and refrain from saying something like “Why the fuck would you even consider doing such a thing, you ignorant cretin?” but make no mistake, I will tell you that it’s stupid. If you think you know me well enough to ask for my opinion on something you’d like to do or have already done, then don’t be offended when I tell you that you are wrong. Don’t huff, puff or stomp your feet because I will not give a damn. You are a grown-up, you wanted to see what I think, I told you that, deal with it. And, oh, by the way, don’t come crying to me when you have to deal with the mess you’ve created by doing the thing I already told you you shouldn’t do.

If you can understand that people will think differently then you do, thank you. You have my respect.

It’s so a word!

There was a cartoon somewhere that said something like “I can’t leave now, someone is WRONG on the internet!”

Truer words have never been spoken.

I spent almost 10 minutes today fighting with an idiot who could not see an elephant if it came and sat on its face. I refuse to attribute a gender to that thing or call it a person for that matter because that would mean we are the same species. Now…how did it come to this? I was having an interesting discussion with someone about A clockwork orange, V for Vendetta and 1984 and mentioned that there are other dystopian movies out there, as great as those. Then weed-brain came along with the comment “You mean utopian.” And all hell broke loose. Below is the conversation:

“You mean utopian.”
“No, I mean dystopian.”
“Actually I’m pretty sure you mean utopian…’cause, you know, dystopian is not a real word.”
“Dystopian is very much a real word. And characterizing the society in any of those movies as utopian makes absolutely no sense.” <--- Please note that I refrained myself from calling it idiotic.
“Yes it does.”
“Nope, not really.”
“Well, why not?”
“Because Utopia is a perfect place, especially in it’s social, political and moral aspects. I am pretty sure there is no way you could ever consider any of the societies we were talking about utopian.”
“Whatever! But dystopian is still not a real word.” <- Ah, the old "Whatever" line!
“Yes, it is. It is the antonym of utopian.”
“You made it up just to sound smart. It does not exist, you idiot!”
At this point I linked to Webster, where it indeed stated that it is a real word.
“It’s wrong.”
“Huh…thank god you came along and enlightened us then.”
“There is no need for sarcasm.”
“You called me an idiot. I think I am allowed to a little sarcasm, after I’ve proven you are wrong.”
“You haven’t proven anything!”
I again linked to Webster, as well as 4 more online dictionaries, all stating that it is a real word.
“You just can’t admit you’re wrong.”
“Nope. I can’t. That’s why I hacked into every one of those 5 websites and added it just so I can win a silly fight.”
“You’re all just idiots and mean, too!”

At this point I believe it ran for its mommy. It did make for quite a few laughs after it was over and our conversation was resumed. Also, I have taken the liberty to correct a few spelling errors. There is no hope left for the human kind.

This is an ex-parrot

I have already established that some people are morons. I’ve also established that some people live under rocks and they never get out. I know people who have never seen Casablanca. I can understand that if you really, really hate black and white movies but still. I know people who have never seen A clockwork orange(actually I know many people who’ve never seen it). But what I found inexcusable is that some people have never even heard of Monty Python. This just makes me want to cry. How can you go thru life without ever at least hearing of Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Meaning of life? I have lost all fate in humanity. And for those of you who enjoy British comedy…here’s the ex-parrot skit. Enjoy. "There, it moved!"

Movies I wanna see this year(and some you should too):

Since it’s March I decided that the time is right for a movie list, more precisely a “I want so see this” movie list. Some are serious, some I want to see just ‘cause they have the potential of being the next Gigli disaster. Yeah, I’m a masochist. In no actual order, here they are:

Love in the time of cholera
Why: I loved the book. Javier Bardem is hot, sweet and can act. For those of you who only saw him in No country for old men you should go rent Mar adentro and Carne tremula(directed by Amenabar and Almodovar, respectively). It has to be good.

El orfanato
Why: A reviewer said that this movie reminded him of The others only more suspenseful and El Labirinto del Fauno, with a dose of realism. I don’t need more.

Sex and the city
Why: Well, I’m a girl. And a chick flick that has every chance of being incredibly bad is always worth seeing. ‘Cause let’s get serious…it would take a miracle to make that a good movie. And Mr. Big is hot.

The new Bond movie
Why: Daniel Craig being Bond. Enough said.

Changeling
Why: Angelina Jolie(plus a bunch of other actors including John Malkovich) in a movie directed by Clint Eastwood. Well, at least it’s got nothing to do with Ywo Jima.

X files
Why: Because I am a geek and I loved the show.

Righteous kill
Why: Robert De Niro and Al Pacino together in a movie. Sounds good, right? Don’t get to excited it’s directed by the same guy who did “88 minutes” . It can go any way.

Star Trek
Why: Because I am a geek.

The curious case of Benjamin Button
Why: F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote the story. It has a great cast: Brad Pitt, Cate Blanchett, Tilda Swinton. Directed by David Fincher(Fight Club, Se7en). This movie will either be a masterpiece or a piece of shit.

Indiana Jones
Why: Well, because, let’s be serious here: Everybody wants to see the Indiana Jones movie they’ve bee struggling to make for the past 19 years. And I wanna know the plot, dang it! Even if I have to suffer thru 2 hours of Shia LeBeouf.

That’s it, I think. There might be others but none I’m so overly excited by. Let’s hope they don’t screw up.

Bloody funk

Ok, I’ve complained before about my writing funk. Apparently the bloody fucker has decided that just killing all my inspiration just isn’t good enough so now I am in a complete and total funk that not even chocolate can cure. How sad is that? Jeebus, I want to punch something, hard and repeatedly. Or have some tequila. Hell, I’ll settle for anything as long as it’s remotely destructive. Now were did I put that “Postal Dude” game cd? Please, please, please inspiration, come back. You know how badly it sucks not to be able to write anything? That’s where my funk originated. Anything I write is utter rubbish and the person who said that there’s no such thing as writer’s block and that you just have to sit in front of the computer and write is a moron! I’d settle for strangling him. And all my ungrateful friends have decided to go on and have lives instead of listening to me cry(well, cry is a manner of speaking but you get the gist).

I need a hug and alcohol.

And since this post is entirely boring I was playing on a website and came across toy that did this out of the first paragraph(I promise it's entertaining):

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Chapter 51

In which we talk about teacups and laptops

Hello, grasshoppers. The months of March is here and with it comes a new blog entry because, let’s face it, I know you all missed me. Right?…Right? Moving on. I am going to disclose a thing about myself: I love cups. Actually I love promotional cups that come in cute packs and are inscribed with a brand name. Oh, how boring life would be if I had to use the same cups every day. But it ain’t because the high-powers like promotions and giving away stuff so I now have in my hands a yellow Lipton cup. I can see the envy in your eyes. Who wouldn’t want such an amazing thing? It’s better then the holly grail, I tell you. Of course, with it came a lecture because “why did I have to take it out of the pack and use it?” Why, oh why did I even think that I could drink tea from a cup made for drinking tea? *gasps from the audience*. I’m a heathen. Lord help me, I’m going to strangle my mother one day.

Speaking of cups, I need a laptop. Can you see how I jumped from one thing to the other there? Neither can I but I was getting bored of saying “on to the next topic” and other variations on the same theme. But back to the laptop. I’ve discovered the necessity of me owning one. I mean it. I’ve been editing lately, as you all know, and since I cannot edit on the bed or in the chair next to my computer I must edit in my reading/editing/writing/mostly-used-as-a-hallway room. And when I edit I get these great(to be read as lame) ideas that I’d like to expand on but for that I have to move my ass all the way to the computer and write or use a notebook, both of which are simply undoable because I’m too lazy. Hence my urgent need for a laptop. And when I’m not editing I’ve started writing my very first and probably only because it’s driving me bonkers House fanfiction.

And since we’re on the subject of writing there’s a thing that’s been bugging me. I read a book in my troubled youth…let’s say 7 or 8 years ago. I cannot, for the life of me, remember what it’s called or who wrote it but I remember bits and pieces of the plot. It’s a book about an American guy who goes to a castle in Transylvania(I think-somewhere in Romania for sure- might have been near Brasov but I’m not betting any money on it) that belonged to his family and picks a chick up on the road. He’s very nice and normal but once he gets there he discovers his family were vampires or werewolves or something like that. Oh, and I think his name was Michael but he changed it to Mihai. And there’s a scene in an old creepy village and a church at night. Know what book I’m talking about? Well, if you do, please inform me because I’ve gone mental trying to remember. I'm not very sure of any of this, which makes my search even more difficult. I think it might be "Castle Dubrava"(the description is somewhat similar but there are many things which don't coincide-probably my fault 'cause, seriously now, it's been a long time). I'll add it to my look-for list.

But enough for now and let us resume our usual program, while I go make another cup of tea and drink it from my beautiful yellow Lipton cup.