Found this on http://netflixfan.blogspot.com/ and decided to do it for myself:
195--Number of movies I've rented from Netflix since I joined.
111--Number of movies in main queue
2--Number of movies I have out
11--Number of movies in "DVDs Awaiting Release" queue
39--Number of movies I've rented in the last 3 months
0--Number of movies labeled "Very Long Wait and Out of Print”
1--Number of movies labeled "Very Long Wait"
5--Number of movies labeled "Long Wait"
1--Number of movies labeled "Short Wait"
10--Number of movies in the queue that are actually television shows on DVD
13--Number of movies in the queue that I've already seen
5--Average number of times I check the queue per week
mood: *twirls*
listening to: 1985 - Bowling for Soup
w00t! It's the weekend for me already! I am using my last day of leave they gave me for the project I was on tomorrow. I was going to take of Monday, too, since it is a holiday, but they told us we could work, so I might as well get the 8 holiday hours to use somewhere else more important. I will still get a three-day weekend. ;)
I wish I had other big exciting news, but I really don't. I have been working on sarafina1977designs some, though, and I have had fun working on it. I am also actively updating my church's website again. (http://www.livingwater-leander.org). I am hoping all this will actually lead to paying work in the near future. I know I could surely use the extra money. I have also applied to be a secret shopper. It won't pay a lot, but D and I can go out to some free meals and such. I do love to shop...why not get paid a little for it?
I hope all of you are doing well, too. I miss you guys bunches and hope we can all get together soon. I would love to have a party once the weather gets warm again. I have always wanted to do a luau-themed party, so maybe I can do that sometime this spring. Until then, anyone up for another game nite? :)
mood: pissed
listening to: the peaceful quiet of the office before ppl get here
To the assholes who managed to make me late this morning:
The delivery truck driver who CUT ME OFF on Parmer before 620 to get in the left lane, only to slow down to 40 mph in a 60 mph area.
The slow ass people on Parmer right before 35 who prevented me from getting into the turn lane to get onto Lamar.
To the f***ing idiot delivery truck sitting in our parking lot blocking 3 of the places by the door.
And finally, to the person in the stupid big ass Ford truck with his driver's door swung WAY open forever blocking the only close place I could have parked in.
You can all bite my ass. >:(
Here's a hypothetical conversation that might be overheard (as proposed by Ari)...
"...I'm so drunk..."
"...Life, the universe, and everything..."
"...No but you don't know HOW drunk..."
"...meaning of it all..."
"...gawd I've had so much..."
"...we're here and then we're gone..."
"...appletinis, vodka shots, I am SOOOooo drunk..."
"...you're not listening, are you?..."
"...but listen, but listen, I am REALLY REALLY drunk!"
mood: fair
listening to: Jagged Little Pill
Today, for your reading pleasure, I present a poem I am quite fond of...
The Laboratory - Robert Browning
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,
As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy
Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?
He is with her; and they know that I know
Where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow
While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear
Empty church, to pray God in, for them! I am here.
Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste,
Pound at thy powder, I am not in haste!
Better sit thus, and observe thy strange things,
Than go where men wait me and dance at the King's.
That in the mortar - you call it a gum?
Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come!
And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue,
Sure to taste sweetly, is that poison too?
Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures,
What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures!
To carry pure death in an earring, a casket,
A signet, a fan-mount, a filigree-basket!
Soon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give
And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live!
But to light a pastille, and Elise, with her head
And her breast and her arms and her hands, should
drop dead!
Quick - is it finished? The colour's too grim!
Why not soft like the phial's, enticing and dim?
Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir,
And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!
What a drop! She's not little, no minion like me
That's why she ensnared him: this never will free
The soul from those masculine eyes, say, 'no!'
To that pulse's magnificent come-and-go.
For only last night, as they whisper'd, I brought
My own eyes to bear on her so, that I thought
Could I keep them one half minute fix'd, she would fall,
Shrivell'd; she fell not; yet this does it all!
Not that I bid you spare her the pain!
Let death be felt and the proof remain;
Brand, burn up, bite into its grace
He is sure to remember her dying face!
Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose,
It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close:
The delicate droplet, my whole fortune's fee -
If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?
Now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill,
You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will !
But brush this dust off me, lest horror it brings
Ere I know it - next moment I dance at the King's !