Fiddler, please

For those of you who wanted to know the answers to the book meme, ( here you go )

Moving on:

-( Community tonight was outstanding as usual. )

-( Parks & Rec was also wonderful. )

-BSG rewatch update: ( I have quite a bit of flailing this time )

Anyway, I'd better end this now so I can go to bed. This was a fairly positive entry considering my life is full of pure suckshit at the moment. Did I mention I haven't done my taxes yet & realized I don't have one of my W2 forms? Yeah. I'm gonna have to call the temp agency that would have it & ask if I can pick it up in person tomorrow. Fortunately this year's returns aren't due until Monday, but STILL. Talk about procrastination & unneeded, self-induced stress. So stupid. Taxes remind me of my stepdad, too, because he used to help me with them, and that bothers me. WHATEVER. Ugh. Asshole creep. Sometimes I'd like a punching bag; I think it'd help me. Then I could also hit it when I look at the scale & see I haven't lost weight or have gained a pound or crap like that. And before anyone suggests it, nay to kickboxing. I don't have good balance. I'd totally fall over. Though maybe I could get help with that. Hmm. Yoga? Perhaps.

For my Vid of the Day, I'm gonna recycle one I've posted before by MadnessoftheDivine. This is my favorite Kara-centric vid I've seen yet--it's just gorgeous--and it focuses primarily on Maelstrom, along with the events/patterns leading up to it.

PSA from your friendly neighborhood Grammar Nazi

Dear world,

You will notice that this video does not say, "You can also use apostrophes to make a word plural!" Why not, you may ask? BECAUSE IT'S WRONG. There are many girl's with toys in the house. WRONG. That girl's toy is in the house. Yes. Yes, it is.

Unless you're talking about an exception like an abbreviation with two or more interior periods, or a single lowercase letter (simply because a's is less confusing than as, which can wrongly read to the eye as the word "as", though in my opinion this can be solved by capitalizing single letters. Case in point: "I earned two Bs this semester." Perfectly acceptable.), don't do it.

P.S. It's DVDs and 1990s, not DVD's & 1990's. STOP IT.

Love,
Me.

Misused apostrophes make me raaaage, rage against the dying of the light. That is all.

(Also, that cartoon is so cute. Heh. I like the bat. Jayden and I used to have a thing for them. We'd turn off the lights in his room, get out a flashlight, and do shadow puppets of bats on the wall, making bat sounds.)

P.P.S. On a non-related note: I just called the temp agency about my W2 form, and wow, the lady who works at the front desk there is still such an insufferable wench. "Uhh, we sent those out at the end of January." I know. I just told you I misplaced it & need you to look me up in your records so I can pick up a replacement copy in person. Everyone knows W2 forms are sent by the end of January. Can I pick up a copy or are you too busy filing your nails? "If you know for sure you worked last year…" What? No, I don't know for sure; I got hit over the head REALLY HARD & can't remember all of last year at all. WTF are you on? YES, I KNOW FOR SURE. She even asked me twice. BITCH, CHECK YO'SELF.<--bringing us back to the point, note that the apostrophe there denotes the omission of letters. Yay for continuity!

A burger for your ass

Ahaha. MY PEOPLE. (Except I would never hate Sarah McLachlan. I saw her in concert five times as a teenager! I'd totally crack up over beating a celebrity pinata though, just in general. Especially if it was a super random one. Like Tony Danza. Hee. "I'll show YOU who's the boss!")

Anyway, so I was able to pick up my W2 today, although it took for-ev-er. Traffic was ridonkeykongulous due to Friday rush hour shenanigans, an accident, & Californian imports who still don't know how to drive in the rain. I very nearly didn't get there by closing time, it was so bad. Of course it didn't help that I tried being spontaneous for once (never a good idea) & hopped on a different bus than originally planned, seeing as it was leaving sooner than the other one, which you'd *think* would be a good idea considering that the driver was all, "Yeah, it'll make no difference." Well, guess what, driver? It did! Your route is as long as Moses' walk through the desert. Effing-A. At least I got some amusement out of it though, because at one point I pissily thought to myself, "THIS IS THE MOST ROUNDABOUT SHIT EVER," (re: the route) and then I realized we were literally driving through a roundabout as I thought it. Heh. That kinda cheered me up. PUN.

Making it even better, picture standing in front of a waterfall the entire time. You know the everpresent hanging mist? Right. Add that to drizzly rain & you've got Portland in the springtime. Frizzy, frizzy hair. Wet pants. Soggy socks. Cold hands. I normally enjoy it--yesterday I was all, "Ohh, moss! Sloppy pavement sounds with every step! Fun, fun"--but today was a bit much. ENOUGH WITH THE PUDDLES ALREADY, STREET.

To make all of it up to myself, including the shittastic week I've had (in case it's not obvious, I'm trying hard to pull myself out of it), I decided to say "frak it" to my normal "Whaaaat? I can't buy myself things! That's crazy talk!"-mentality (particularly present when I'm unemployed), and purchased the following:



Oh, yes. Season 1. I have all weekend to get my taxes done (I plan to do them tomorrow though), so I plan on spending all tonight hunkered down with these eps. Oh, and yes, note the Diet Coke, Kit Kat, & delicious dinner o' champions, a.k.a. a burrito with chips & salsa from Taco Del Mar. I can't remember the last time I ate a candy bar, not counting the chocolates sumpta sent me, and Friday + DVDs = snacks in my mind, so I told myself it was okay. Plus I hadn't eaten yet today anyway, other than a banana & granola bar, but I'm *trying* to nudge myself toward two meals a day, so yeah. I can excuse one freaking Kit Kat, especially after walking around so much (to the train station, from the stop to the temp agency, from there to Fry's for the DVDs, then to another bus stop, then back home from the train station. It was actually quite a bit).

Adios. Off to become BFFs with Abed. Don't be jealous.