On time with the Monday survey, for once

November 14th, 2005, 9:49 PM by Goddess

But first, Television Without Pity has been recapping Grey’s Anatomy”! Whee! And did you see that Season 1 is available for pre-order?

Reader Poll Monday:

1. How do you like your eggs prepared?
Scrambled, like my brain. Throw in some cheese and sausage. Mmm. So hungry. …

2. You see a spider sitting on your pillow as you start to fall asleep. What do you do?
Say, “Betcha didn’t know you were gonna die tonight, huh?” Then grab a paper towel and squash the furry little fucker.

3. If you were going to enter a sand sculpture contest on a beach, what would your sculpture be?
Something phallic.

4. Do you subscribe to any magazines? Which ones?
Cosmo.

5. Do you have more male or female friends?
Enh. I’ve always had more male friends than female, but I think the balance has shifted to just about even.

6. When is the last time you stopped to smell the flowers?
I would if they’d just let Cinderella out of the castle once in awhile. …

7. Are you usually early, late or on-time to events?
I’m early to everything. Although I usually end up dilly-dallying while I’m waiting to make an entrance so that I arrive exactly one minute late, like I’d planned it that way all along.

8. If you were guaranteed honest answers to three questions, who would you question and what would you ask?
Oooh, deep. 🙂 But do we really want to know the truth?

I’ve been composing and revising these in my mind for an hour (yay evening drive). Because I’ve got millions of queries. Questions like, “Is this as good as it gets?” and “Is it as obvious as I think it is?” and “What would you do if I made this ridiculously easy?” and “Could you ever, ever re-think your position?”

Oh, wait, that was four questions. 😉

Here’s one — to our cleaning crew at work. Why god WHY do you have to clean EVERY restroom to which I have access AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME? Tonight, like most nights, I went to the Casa de Dry Roasted Ass on my floor, circa 7 p.m. Being mopped. Ran downstairs a few floors. Closed. Wet floor. Ran back up to my floor. Wet floor sign. Closed. If I didn’t have a 45-minute drive, I could probably hold it. But I do and so I didn’t. Why the cruelty, people? 😉

9. You’re in a room full of celebrities. Would you rather be the best-looking person in the room, or the smartest?
Best-looking. I’ve oftentimes been among the smartest, and there ain’t nobody that interested in my brain. I’d rather have them wishing they looked like me. I’ve never known what it was like to be the prettiest girl in the room.

10. Ask me a question.
I’d love to know how you’re keeping yourself so marvelously upbeat and together. Says she who’s a quivering wreck on a good day. 🙂



Oh, Meredith, Meredith

November 14th, 2005, 9:09 AM by Goddess

Monday morning “Grey’s Anatomy” wrap-up

Damn, it Meredith. You’ve been so strong. You’ve held it together even though the world knew your business and you were falling apart inside. And in one moment of weakness, in the last 30 seconds of the show, you gave away your power.

Damn, damn, damn.

That’s what we do, you know. We struggle and claw and kick and fight against the very things we want most. But we can’t have them until we allow them to catch us off guard. But they don’t always use that power for good when we give it to them.

You got screwed, sweetheart.

Did anyone catch the song at the end? I really want to get it. 🙂