a not-so-subtle response to someone else's post

1. sweetie, i tend to funnel my job-related anger towards account services. (for one account, at least. i think you know which one.) and the end of the quarter. EOQ usually means little dry spells here and there. or long-ish ones. i once went two weeks with only doing half an hour of work. but that was around this time last year. maybe it's just this time of year. and i hope you know you can talk to me about this lack-of-work anger. i know it all too well.

2. i also felt sad when i heard neil patrick harris was gay. which is a little ironic, eh? or maybe it's more alanis morrissette ironic than actual ironic. maybe i felt sad because the day before his publicist had made a huge deal about in-ing him. and why does in-ing sound like a word we should hear on gilmore girls?

have you ever thought about teening it up for a night and just buying some bop and tiger beat and reliving the time? (who would even be in those magazines nowadays, anyway? haven't all the backstreet boys come out already?) i think it would be fun and i'd totally be up for it if you are. remind me to tell you about the time i bought an issue of inches along with an issue of cat fancy just to see the reaction i'd get out of the hastings cashier.

3. you remind me how much i really need to rewatch all veronica mars episodes and to know them as geekishly as i do episodes of buffy or golden girls or issues of teen titans or excalibur. anyway. one-night benders are great. and a taxi or designated driver are essential. along with speaking of wang chung. and maybe the mascot was a parrot because they couldn't find a real, live pirate. maybe they had to go with the next best thing?

4. maybe we should do our own BloPoMo. i'm kinda sad i'd never heard of NaBloPoMo. it reminds me of, it's not wysiwyg, but it's something like that. it's like an open mic for bloggers where you have to read some posts. i've read (somewhere, i swear, i'm not making this up) that it's big in new york (not france). i also think i remember someone in austin trying to come up with one here. or maybe i dreamt that. but i'm sure i didn't. damn my sometimes faulty memory!

5. i know what you speak of. i think i do it every day when i build up my hypothetical boyfriend or somehow build up the image of a crush (current crush, namely hot gig, included). missing someone that never existed. and i've also noticed the prevalence when in singleton. although i'm not yet at ricky stage; i have my aunt jill for that. i can't remember if i've posted about it before or not, but my one image i have of my hypothetical boyfriend and me is us, not even in the same room, but in the same place (apartment, house, what-have-you) and just reading. reading whatever: newspaper, magazine, book, comic, listening to an audiobook. just reading. by ourselves. separately. and then at one point, both ending up in the same place, but not really noticing it because we're both entranced with our books, and yet still managing to entwine my right pinky with his left pinky. yeah, i'm that geeky that my fantasy boyfriend is a huge reader.

6. if you don't get embarassed by something, i think it means you're a zombie. that's what i read on my bathroom wall. and in my cubicle. and my favorite cameron crowe quote comes from say anything when lloyd tells his sister "Why can't you be in a good mood? How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood and be in a good mood once in a while?" it's almost mantra by this point. heh.