Behold the Spork

Inspired by my spork comment from a few days ago, agent_q has made me a Matrix icon. Bless him mightily, for he hath breathed Life into the Myth of Spork and long shall it flourish!

"I cahn't hold herrr much longerrrr, cap'n....she's gonna bloooooow!"

That's the Scottie inside my head.

Yesterday afternoon I called Jean at Dr. Ross' office and implored her to please call the insurance company today. This is D-Day, or at least that's what I've been led to believe. Jean told me that she received two approvals from UHC in the mail yesterday, but neither of them were mine. Maybe it will arrive today. Then again, if they had til today to make a decision and they mail that decision out, I may not get word until tomorrow or Friday, depending on the swiftness of the mail (it's coming from Atlanta).

Anyway, Jean said she'd call even though getting to the proper person who would have any information was very difficult the first time she contacted them. She took my phone number so she could call me back to let me know what she found out, if anything.

I'm a wreck! A wreck I say.... So much hinges on the decision of strangers. I hate this. Somebody send me a valium.

The Boob and the Superbowl as a whole.

Okay, I watched my Superbowl tape last night. Loved some of the commercials, especially the AOL High Speed adverts. The one where the dude travels back in time because his car is so fast with AOL attached to it is genius.

Anyway, I beheld the Boob Scene and, to be honest, I wasn't offended at all. I'm more offended by people's reaction to this than anything. If they're all going to be prudes about it, why aren't they bitching about Nelly constantly cupping his balls throughout his performance? I was more horrified by the butchering of "Mickey" than I was by the so-called sexual connotations of the Half Time performance.

If America doesn't get its collective head out of its collective ass when it comes to sexuality, we're all going to be so sexually repressed as a nation (like we aren't already), that rape, murder, and perversion statistics will constantly and swiftly rise. Why can't people see that denial of one's nature is what breeds perversity in the first place? One look at the Catholic Church should be proof enough of this. The Church would be so much better off if they'd let their clerics get some legal nookie instead of enforcing sacred celibacy. What a crock!

So Janet flashed some skin. Big fucking woo. There are tribes of people worldwide that show more skin than that on a daily basis and they live almost totally free of the threat of sexual assault.

To be honest, I was more horrified by the militant patriotic zealotry at the beginning of the game. It would be hilarious if it weren't so scary, having had the potential to be a scene cut from the movie Starship Troopers.

The best performance by far was Josh Groban's. He has an uncanny voice and I really loved the way he was decked out in Tom Baker-era Doctor Who duds.

So, that's my take on the whole thing.

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yeeeeeAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH

Pontificating Fucking Pharmacist

This story really boiled by buns.
( or read it here )

Now isn't that a fine howdy-do? Sounds like this pharmacist needs to quit his day job and pursue something more to his liking....like Televangelism or killing doctors in the name of god.

The Bird's the Word

Because I didn't get word from UHC today ~ papa oom mow mow.

I have officially tiptoed over that tenuous threshold that separates sanity from stress-induced madness. It's a good thing I've already got my psych evaluation behind me; otherwise I'd be so screwed.

Mr. Benson finally came and repaired our stove. $99.62.... We can now cook, which is rather anti-climactic since that money was our grocery money for this coming week. Lessee....we can't buy food to cook on the stove that we had repaired with our grocery funds so we could cook. Sounds like a fucking O Henry story. Of course, it's not really that bad, but I'm rather prone to exaggeration in my current state of lunacy.

I'm calling United Healthcare tomorrow.

Oh, I'm also in the full throes of PMS. Everything is pissing me off right now and I'm taking everything way too personally. I realise that I am doing this; however, it doesn't stop me from going there. Anything can hurt my feelings right now. At this pristine moment, I could easily turn my back on everything and everyone and trudge off into my own dark, brooding, miserable little world.

To make matters worse, my voice has suddenly changed from a bad Sylvester Stallone impression to Mickey Mouse soprano. If it's like this tomorrow, I shall be answering my phone at work with a resounding "Hi Boys and Girls!" ....just to freak people out.

I want to talk like a normal person. I want to sing again. I want my fucking approval. I want to sleep for 24 hours straight. I want chocolate. I want to be hugged and kissed and pampered, but I dare not let Llew near me right now. It would be too tempting to dump on him to where he'd never hug me or kiss me again.

I have issues..

I need resolution and sanity, comfort and understanding, nurturing and penance.

I also need some cough medicine that will knock my ass out for the rest of the night. And would somebody get that goddamn song out of my head? "papapapapapapapa HOOM MOW MOW papa OOM MOW MOW...."

I'm disgusted...

Faerie

godblossom always has the coolest quizzies.


A dreamer. You are the Faerie of the Moonlight. A
calm spirit who feels alone. You sometimes find
yourself crying, but can not figure out the
reason. You have a fear of being used. People
have hurt you, and you do not know if you can
trust them. You lose yourself in writing or
reading, a very creative faerie. People want to
be your friend, but you don't know if you want
to be theirs. Sometimes you classify yourself
as an outcast, but you try to be content with
your tears. At least you'll always have your
fantasies..


What's your inner Faerie?
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