The other white meat?

Apparently some ancient Aztecs ritually slaughtered and consumed their invading opressors, instead of submitting to or worshipping them as previously believed. I say good for them. If there had been more of that there might have been a little less of that empirial conquering and opressing nonsense with all the pillaging, enslavement and small pox and whatnot. All I want to know is, do conquistadors taste like hufu?

That was the sound of me giving up and leaving

Blaeh. So I'm still a little under the weather. And also wholly unmotivated. I did almost everything on my to-do list (you know how much I love my lists) for the day this morning. Except one thing. But that will wait until tomorrow. So whatever. *UPDATE* That thing I didn't do yesterday also went undone today. And the world didn't implode, and the sun will still rise tomorrow. At least, I'm pretty sure it will. Don't hold it against me if it doesn't, though...
And there's something afoot over at the ASC. I have the funny feeling that whatever it is will only cause me to feel more disgruntled. Won't you people please think of what you're doing to the morale? And by "the" I mean my morale, of course.
I had a decent weekend. Was busy and productive on Friday: dropped my son off at school; went in to work for two hours during my personal day; went home and cleaned up the house - as in moved some boxes, did dishes, vacuumed, bathed the smelly dog (and managed to avoid a mauling, thank-you-muchly!), did some laundry, AND finished packing; went to the bank to make a deposit; put gas in my car; got a haircut; and picked up my son at school and then drove across the Skyway to watch my youngest sister so that my parents could go away for the weekend for their 20th anniversary. And then I spent all weekend watching tv, sleeping, and eating my parents' food - and I finally finished a book I've been struggling through for weeks.

But anyway - that was not the main point of my post today. I wanted to post two websites that host rather nifty webcams. The first is for San Francisco's Monterey Bay Aquarium. They have seven different cams available, including a view of the bay itself. The second is a view of the famous Abbey Road in London, outside of Abbey Road Studios. If you have to ask why...just don't ask.

Shallow's the new deep, haven't you heard?

Taken directly from TV Guide's website: In what will be their sixth collaboration, Tim Burton will direct Johnny Depp in a film adaptation of the Stephen Sondheim musical Sweney Todd, about a murderous 19th-century barber who seeks revenge over his wrongful imprisonment. Depp, says a DreamWorks spokesperson, is expected to do his own singing.
Oh joy! Cause the sea shanties weren't enough...
Annnddd - ER's Eriq La Salle is exec-producing The Four Next Door, an NBC comedy project in which the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse arrive 10 years too early, and are forced to blend in among humans. Soooo - it will star Ashton Kutcher, Ryan Seacrest, Carson Daly and P. Diddy, right? Right?? Oh, well...even if that dream casting doesn't happen it still looks promising. Of course, this coming from a person who's all ga-ga over reruns of Dead Like Me on Tuesday nights on Scifi. What can I say - I've got a thing for the grim reaper.

Oh, and I've seen way too many stories this week about how Britney Spears now says her second "oops" was an accident. So - that first one was all planned out? Riiight. Yawn. If they were living in a trailer already like normal rednecks, this wouldn't be in the news. And gaining 40 pounds in pregnancy is not good for you, my little white trash princess. She needs a nutritionist, birth control and a good divorce lawyer. STAT!
Somehow I imagine the scene thusly:
Interior scene: A bedroom - two figures seated on a large four poster bed with satin sheets and covered in cheeto crumbs. Cletus has just handed Brandine Britney a love note handwritten in crayon and smeared with chocolate smudges.
Brandine Britney: Cletus what does that say?
Cletus: That? That says, um, I loves you meal ticket, I mean, Brandine Britney.
Brandine Britney: Oh Cletus, tonight you can knock me up again.

Meh. Just meh.

I'm sick today. I don't get that sick too often, but when I do it's usually a wicked bad head cold (wow...I'm from New Hampshire all of a sudden..."wicked bad", uh huh). Who gets a head cold in the middle of summer? I just hope this doesn't turn into bronchitis again. Yuck.

My Mom read my blog (yes, M, my whole blog), and she seemed to enjoy it. That's encouraging. So now I know I at least have two blog enthusiasts reading my ranty bits posted here. It seems pretty geeky to admit that your Mom reads your blog, but it's nice to know I'm not typing just to see myself type, ya know?

Since I won't be at work today, I've just got to wish M a safe trip to New York City. Have a funderful time with Katie and do all of the silly touristy things like stand and point at all the mega-tall buildings and complain about the homeless people. But seriously - I hope you get to do all the things you guys have planned, and if you see any famous people take their picture! They love that! And when you get back it's SoaP party time!!

Like a stupid seeking missile

Apparently, according to a study done by Men's Health magazine , I live in the second angriest city in the US. A good thing I'm not a man and I don't live in Orlando, I suppose, or else I'd probably truly be a walking heart attack in the making...
On a (sort of) related note and to continue the theme from a previous post, my boss - who will be leaving very soon, but really not soon enough for me - gave me a lecture in front of one of my co-workers yesterday. He still says I should be grateful for the five percent increase he's bestowing upon me (which he refers to as a raise, even though our company doesn't give merit increases - it's actually an equity increase to compensate me for the various new duties I've taken on that has caused my job to become more of an Administrative Assistant role, which, if we were able to reclassify right now, would have actually cost him MORE than what I was even asking...but I digress). And he expects that the person who will be appointed in his place will require even more work out of me. And of course he continued to compare my position and my salary with those in positions a pay grade below (with less responsibility and a lower salary) and several pay grades above (which require a Master's degree, which my position does not). The insanity. Then, later, he told me not to pout. What am I, five? I wasn't pouting. It's called being bitter. And I'm good at it. Can't ya tell??