bitterdiva

Go Santos! Go Jesus!

Last evening Kris and I went to the video store to rent School of Rock, but alas they were all out. Our first pick was an anime by Katsuhiro Ôtomo but Kris believes it had just his name on it and not by him. Then I decided to go with Lost in Translation, but being the indecisive lass I always am, continued searching throughout the early releases and found exactly what I was looking for, Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter.

Those wacky Canadians with low budgets and too much free time on their hands. This movie has it all: a Frank Zappa look-a-like comparing your soul to an empty house, lesbian vampires, a luchador, and a battle with a mad doctor using sausage links for intestines. I laughed so hard, I believe I damaged my throat more than normal coughing.

It was a good evening other than the fact that our downstairs neighbors were partying it up and one guy was screaming anti-gay obscenties to someone encouraging a brawl at 3 in the morning. I understand the need to be drunk, hells I enjoy the feeling of disconnection and inhibitions when I drunk, but there's no need to be standing on the front porch screaming hateful obcenities at your hosts neighbor at the top of your lungs. I should have called the 5-0 on his ass and potentially have the neighbors removed from pestering us.

I don't mind people, as long as their civil and don't fuck shit up. The grass on the poor backyard is completely destroyed because of these numbnuts parking their asses there. Spring + rain + yards != pavement. It's sad to see what they've done to the grass by the numerous tire tracks digging into the earth because they're dumb enough not to realize the ground is muddy. The landlord should fine them, I don't think there will be pinicing out there this summer, or having a garden either with that shit.

No prayers | 09:02 AM

Rhinovirus of doom

I caught some cold, some nasty cold that although my sinuses are somewhat stuffy this is attacking my throat. It feels as if I chugged a mug of razor blades and chased it with some lemon juice. The only thing that seems to be doing the trick is Alka Seltzer Plus Cold in Orange Zest flavour. I have an adverse reaction to pseudoephedrine, the reaction also is different depending on the current position of my cycle. I took it yesterday at work, and was in a haze. I came home and did it again and passed out in Kris's room.

I took some more today and finally checked out the ingredients, it does not contain pseudoephedrine which it absolutely fantastic. It contains a different antihistamine called chlorpheniramine maleate and a nasal decongestant, phenylephrine. Sure, it makes me feel high as a kite but at least the pain goes away.

3 prayers | 09:08 AM

Hitting it CT style

Saturday I came home for a mini-vacation in the land of the silent "C". I went out with my sister and cousin to two bars, the first was this awesome retro bar with low seating, fondu, and NYC air called the Blue Pearl. Afterwards we went to Anna Liffey's where they had Smithwick's on tap and still smoking in the bar. I walked in and said, "I thought there was no smoking in bars?" Apparently that law goes into effect April 1st. The smithwick's was absolutely delicious, but I only had two pints since I wasn't getting drunk off the beers.

$40 later, 2 beers, 2 diet coke & vanilla stoli, and a long island ice tea later... I was annoyingly sober. We hit up the diner for post drinking food and didn't go to bed until 4am. I think Saturday lasted as long as a weekend.

I don't think I'm going to be hitting up any caches while I'm here. My mother has this annoying idea that I'm hers and require tagging along everywhere she goes. However, today we're going to the outlets and tomorrow I believe we're doing lunch in NYC and going to Tiffany's. I've never been to Tiffany's and I can drool at the expensive baubles.

I must say my brother has upgraded to AOL 6.0 but I'm still forced to use some completely outdated version of Netscape that doesn't actually allow me to read blogs.

New Haven at night is absolutely awesome, it has a charm that Albany is definitely missing, more like a mini-NYC. It does not have futuristic Imperial class buildings. I'm going to have to get a new car soon so I can bring Kris home with me and take cool pictures of the area.

No prayers | 10:56 AM

Dropping the F-Bomb

Revengeful Ex or just plain boredom, I couldn't decide. Perhaps it's just the fact that it's a Mercedes. It's not a bad looking car except for the rusty bits.

2 prayers | 07:20 AM

St. Patty's Prep

This year, I have outdone myself. Saturday and tonight I have made a combined total of 6 loaves of Irish bread, 3 batches. However, my mother still beats me with a total of 5 batches, 10 loaves. There's nothing better than Irish bread right out of the oven with some butter, it's a slice of heaven without the sheep.

For dinner tomorrow, we are having Guinness beef stew; all the vegetables have been cut and the meat has been browned. Tomorrow morning, I'll wake up, crack open a pint of Guinness, pour some in the crockpot along with the remainder of ingredients and finish off the can while consuming toasted Irish bread.

I will go to work, dream about the beautiful stew currently simmering on the counter at home and go to lunch. I will hunt down some restaurant/deli and order a corned beef sandwich without the hoopla. Corned beef, no kraut, no thousand island dressing, no swiss. The bread is just a holder of the meat until I can pick it off.

I will go home, prepare a salad and colcannon, crack open another Guinness. Facists couldn't have Smithwick's around in time so I can enjoy the truly heavenly taste of Ireland. We will have beef stew, we will have colcannon, and finally for desert, Irish coffee; it's a shame though I couldn't find my recipe, I bet my mother has it at home.

For music, I will listen to the Ruffians CD, the Into the Night live at O'Connor's pub CD, some Black 47 and it shall be a grand time. If it wasn't for the fact that I have a Medieval History exam Thursday, I'd have myself a funky ceili.

3 prayers | 09:22 PM

Walking the weekend away

Yesterday Kris and I ventured off on our own for our first geocache. I didn't realize it at the time, but the entire trip was a four mile walk. We spent the majority of the afternoon outside walking and seeing a part of Albany that I've always wanted to go to but never really had a reason.

Since Pat had my camera for Wrestlemania XX, Kris's was the only one we had and we stopped along the way to take pictures. It was really surreal to be walking underneath the 787/90 junction, a section that I used to drive over every day and now occassionally returning from classes.

If it is one thing that I enjoy it is the joy of civil engineering. I remember being absolutely fascinated when the original Bubba used to take me for field trips with her and I saw and learned about the process of making a bridge. So Kris and I sat underneath the bridge listening to the cars and trucks pass overhead and stared off across the Hudson at the other side.

We were triumphant in our mission and Kris enjoyed it enough to do it again. We're trying to get out of the apartment, be more active, see Albany, and take pictures of various parts of the city that we haven't been to before. After we were done, sore and blistered, we went to Uncommon Grounds for some hot chocolate to warm us back up.

Saturday, we ventured to Rick's place for Albany's St. Patty's parade. I was unimpressed by the parade since it was shorter than I anticipated, probably around 45 minutes. I'll be posting pictures in the gallery this week. His place was packed for the pre and post parade party and we pretty much hung out with his adorable tinies kittens. I even enjoyed the emergency TP mission to the bodega I volunteered for; it was a bright day and the city was filled with friendly drunks.

2 prayers | 09:04 AM

A walk in the plaza

Last weekend, Kris took me for my first visit to the Empire State Plaza, and walking around in the windy springlike weather, I took some pictures.

9 prayers | 01:45 PM

Locust are to corn fields

... as children are to candy.

...and another thing, people who have children are given a get out of jail free card when it comes to work. "I am going to have to take a sick day, little Johnny is ill," "I'm not coming in today little Susie has a snow day and I need to stay home with her and bake cookies and build snowpeople."

Us children-less folks don't get any tax breaks or thanks for not being a drain on the economy but we can't call in sick when we're at 100% because we lack biological warfare factories. Speaking of biological warfare factories, children are the bearers of illness: colds, flu, chicken pox. Their dirty little fingers are in their noses, their mouths, and on the refrigerator handle in the office cafe using their parents as vectors.

We aren't rewarded with babyshowers, or useless toyful birthdays, or fawning newly made grandParents. There's no equivalent of a Mother's/Father's day for us; no Congratulations, you're helping to make the world a better place. We get to shell out money for our friends' children and listen to the questions of, "so when are we going to have a new addition in our family?" from relatives.

Coworkers in my office have their children bring in their children and it's a 30 minute siren of continuous screaming, of feet stomping, of candy-seeking missiles running through the rat maze. I think when sugar is harvested from the cane plants, it's brought into a factory where super secret special scientists manipulate the molecular compound to induce hyperactivity in children within five minutes of ingestion.

There's a moratorium of bringing pets within a facility because people are allergic to them, well I'm allergic to children. Their annoying habit of walking in my cubicle and asking me questions or staring at me is similar to parmasean cheese on a grater. I think there's a time and place for children; if they're students of the organization, and are in the office singing Christmas Carols for us crotchety peons that's one thing. But to have your grandchildren come in for a visit and parade them around, flaunting them to everyone else, that's just wrong (and annoying).

1 prayer | 07:16 PM

Dance like a Zombie

In the morning at 6:10, when my alarm starts going off, I do the dance of the zombie. Wake up, walk across the room, hit snooze, walk back to bed and pass out for another 9 minutes before repeating the dance. People say insanity is performing the same action over and over expecting different results. Those who participate in the Zombie Alarm Dance must truly be insane, which means that the majority of the working/schooling American population is also insane.

I wonder if President Bush does the Zombie Alarm Dance, or if he has secret service agents bust into his bedchambers and hop on his bed until he agrees to get up and not hit the panic button, which resides next to 'Nuke Earth' button.

Bloody breeders. In the past several weeks, I’ve heard nothing but baby news. This person is pregnant, that baby is due, this one gave birth, that one did, and so on. I am extremely frightened by the increase in child production surrounding me. I don’t have child envy, not at all; in fact I think people should be congratulating me for doing my part in saving the world. Childbirth is a privilege not a right folks. Just because you and your partner can hump like wild rabbits, doesn’t mean you can breed like them too.

One of the biggest problems I have with people my age breeding is that 9 times out of 10 they lack the financial means of raising a child without being a burden on public funding. People then become slaves to the welfare system, standing in the Price Chopper checkout line with the WIC checks taking four times as long as a normal checkout because an assistant has to go over to the locked baby formula display and carry several Chernobyl sized cans of formula back to the register and sign out each check.

The other issue I have with breeding is that people lack the emotional capacity of dealing with a completely dependent life. This isn’t some pet that can poop on it’s own, clean itself, and feed itself without waking you up at 3 in the morning. This child is going to be a permanent fixture in your life; for the next 18 years it is going to suck the life and finances out of you. Upon birth, the parent’s life is magically transformed from being able to smoke a blunt at noon on a Saturday to not being able to see the encore showing of LOTR trilogy.

The current trend of breeding is this: marriage (primarily among people who haven’t known their partner for at least two years) and within the first year start popping out children like Pez dispensers. At least with Pez, you can eat the candy, here: you can’t eat the babies – unless you’re barbarians and that fad went out in the middle ages along with the fall of the Roman Empire.

2 prayers | 10:04 AM