Caterwauling

If not for Sunday nights (“Grey’s Anatomy,” *swoon*) and Thursdays (my other medical drama, “ER”), I probably wouldn’t cry. And hell, “Reunion” is just awesome, too.

“ER” has been having a good season, but tonight was just magnificent. Neela went on a ride-along with the medics, John Stamos in particular. They both gave such amazing performances tonight. But the end, ah. *melt* I’m giving my West Coast readers the benefit of the doubt (i.e., we can talk about it tomorrow), but HOLY SHIT, next episode’s previews. *sob* Seriously.

At some point, I’m going to get a life of my own. Until then, thank the TV gods and goddesses for November sweeps. … 😉

Good things reportedly come to those who wait, but do they stop for those who are too busy to notice?

Or am I just doing things right this time around and the reward will come when it’s ready to and not necessarily when I’m ready for it?

Either way, give me the strength to play my part flawlessly in the interim. And beyond.

Unrelated, if you missed my characters taking on a life of their own, then you need to go catch that discussion. It’s magnificent.

But the question at this juncture of the book is, which one of you is the father? And will our heroine ever really know? 😉

I hope you guys have enjoyed all the fun events I’ve orchestrated for you. You’ve gotten to know yourselves a little bit better, and you’re really starting to know your place in this world. You’ve gotten familiar with each other (in so many ways) and really feel like you’ve made the right decisions based on the information I’ve already given you.

The Author

27,500 / 50,000 (55.0%)

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. 🙂

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. 🙂

Stolen from the uber-fabulous Pratt and preventing me from writing more “adult content” in my NaNoWriMo project. (Plot? What plot? Isn’t rising action enough?) 😉

1. What’s for breakfast? Coffee and vanilla-cinnamon oatmeal. Exciting.

2. Do you read a newspaper daily? Via the glory of the newsreader, about 10 of them. I was devastated to read that Peter Drucker died Friday. And that Paris Hilton and that goon Talan from “Laguna Beach” were in a car wreck. 😉

3. What do you do when you can’t sleep? Whip up a Benadryl/Tylenol PM cocktail and have fun with household objects in the meantime.

4. Say a word that sums up your mood. Blase.

5. Do you remember your dreams? Usually. Because they’re often foreshadowing or, at least, symbolic. And vivid.

6. Name something from your dream last night? I was standing next to someone, reading a sign, and I’d turned to the person and said, “That’s wrong. They need to fix that.” Seriously, no clue WTF that’s about, unless my Inner Editor is on guard even when I’m in REM sleep.

7. Name a food that describes you. Chinese food. You don’t know what the hell’s in it, but it’s a little bit spicy and a little bit sweet. And in a couple of hours, you want more. 😉

8. Today you are wearing… Black low-cut shirt and a denim skirt of a should-be-illegal length.

9. What’s in your pockets? Nothing.

10. Did you sing in the shower today? What did you sing? My voice is still pretty weak, after putting on a production at work and pretending I was feeling better than I was all day yesterday. So, neighbors, forgive me for my rendition of Madonna’s “Hung Up.” I’m sorry. Really.

11.What’s the last song you heard? Liz Phair, “Everything (Between Us)”

12. Looking forward to the holidays? I’m looking forward to taking some time away from work, but not so much for the holidays and certainly not for all the driving I’ll be doing.

13. Where do you want to be this instant. You don’t want to know. 😉 But I’d be enjoying it!

14. What’s for lunch? A handful of cappuccino truffles. OK, more than a handful. Yum.

15. What’s something you would like to do soon? Recover from this damned bird flu or whatever it is that I have. My lower back feels like someone is stepping on it.

16. Reading anything now? What is it? The print version of The Examiner.

17. What’s for dinner? I’m broke. It’s 9:15 p.m. and looking like potato chips. I think I’ve got a popcorn ball or two around here somewhere. And tea. And still more hot fucking tea for my throat. Hooray. Give me a fucking beer when all this is over!

18. Favorite part of the day is… Around 11 p.m., when I’m watching late-night TV and getting prepared to pass out for a few hours. That’s when I’ve been tackling my novel-writing because that’s when all the ideas seem to hit.

19. Are you happy? I echo Pratt on this one: I wish I were more.

20. Will your friends do this meme? Probably not and I’m not one of those nitwits who taps people to do them. I’m just a plain old nitwit. 😉

For lack of any other ideas to post about, courtesy of the Friday Five.

Screaming orgasms. Preferably mine or someone in the room with me and not, say, a neighbor or a DVD. 😉 Failing that, laughter works. (Preferably NOT when the previous item would be more appropriate!)

I’m a modern girl — these times will do just fine. Although I would give it all up to be transported to the era of flying cars and teleportation that we were promised for this millennium.

See, that’s impossible because that means I’d have to CLEAN my house!!!

If I found $50 just waiting to be spent, I’d likely go clothes shopping. Because a girl can never have enough pretty things to wear. Ripping the tags off of something and knowing it’s mine, all mine, is a greater rush than the answer to Question 1. (Well, not necessarily greater, but at least more frequent!)

Cosmo. And I shudder to admit that I grab the celebrity rags more often than not. My IQ is so totally going to waste, but why contribute great things to the world when you can pollute your mind and live an ordinary life?

I’d like to witness the impeachment and subsequent stoning of our current president, in which case I wouldn’t change a thing.

Oh, you mean historical? Sorry, got ahead of myself. I’d like to witness the end of Vietnam, as that’s what it’s going to be like when we finally admit that this whole Iraq debacle was a colossal mistake.

I took a few hours tonight, from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m., and then again after watching “Reunion,” “ER” and “The Daily Show,” to commune with the Muse to write some brilliant soft porn fiction for my NaNoWriMo masterpiece.

Thank you, Muse. …

20,000 / 50,000 (40.0%)

More accurately, simpletons

Amy had a great post about the intellectual bankruptcy we’re seeing in our nation every day, and I realized that I myself am a little more than hot under the collar about these things, and not just because I have only today just broken my 101.5-degree fever that I’ve had for a week.

Now, per the usual, I’m not saying what or who ate my breakfast on my behalf, but I’m mad enough to make others suffer for it. 😉

A few weekends ago, I went to see “Prime”, although I’d say it was mistitled, at best. I liked about the first hour of the movie, but the second and third hour (!) were tragically unnecessary. And painful. I should’ve saved my money to go see “Derailed” and “Rent”.

But that said, I got to the theater early to get a good seat. Which is probably useless when you go to a theater like mine that’s always sold out. I have major claustrophobia issues and loathe being in proximity to people I don’t know. Not to mention, I’d been scribbling in my journal till the lights went down and I’d already moved my seat once to get away from someone who was reading over my shoulder. Jeez.

Anyway, I’ll tell you why I was really pissed off. I had empty seats on both sides of me. A gentleman was two seats over to my left and a woman was to my right. The guy and I were kind of talking — he seemed sweet. But then, two ghetto broads came over and wanted two seats together. As in, I had to move.

Which, let me tell you, you shouldn’t get in there late because no one has to give you two seats together. Furthermore, I’d just seen those assholes across the street at Starbucks, screaming into their cell phones as I tried to write in my journal in anything but peace. I remember thinking, “Oh god, don’t let them be waiting for the same movie as I am.”

God had other plans — to drive up my blood pressure even higher than usual, to start.

So, not really thinking about it (because, fundamentally, I am not an asshole), I moved my seat. Had I been thinking, I would’ve gone next to the guy (heh) but I sat next to the chick.

But wait, there’s more.

So the ghetto twins proceeded to talk. And talk. And talk some more. Straight through the previews, right into the first 15 minutes of the movie. And shoveling popcorn into their mouths like they’d been starved for a week. All the crunching and mumbling was driving me mad.

But then, the bitches shut up. For awhile. Until …

*ring*

Yes, the fuckhead sitting next to me, who’d slobbered and giggled through the “turn off your phone” segments, had left hers on. She let it ring a couple of times till she could figure out who was calling. I wanted to stomp on her foot.

Worse? She ANSWERED IT!!! At this point, I decided I was entitled to listen in. She gave no indication that she was at a movie, and it was only a matter of minutes before I let the guy on the other end talk to her ASS, because that’s where I was planning to insert the phone — preferably with my pointy-toed shoe.

She ended the convo quickly enough, but then she had to DISCUSS IT WITH HER FRIEND.

*collapses into hysterical sobs*

Why god WHY can’t I get a moment’s peace from obliviots?!?!?

In which it’s another Tuesday edition (on my part) of Reader Poll Monday.

1. What’s your current favorite song?
Omg, I fucking love love LOVE this song:

Jem, “24”

2. Any interesting elections in your neck of the woods tomorrow?
Oh Jesus H. Virginia governor’s race between an asshat and an asstwit. Seriously. I know exactly what hellacious things each candidate is capable of doing, thanks to mudslinging. But what DO these guys stand for? No fucking idea. Talk about the battle of who could care less. I couldn’t be bothered to vote this time around.

3. Would you rather lose the thumb on your dominant hand or lose your peripheral vision in your dominant eye?
Opposable thumbs are so very useful. And necessary.

No further commentary required. 😉

4. How many active e-mail accounts do you have?
A bajillion.

A Yahoo!, two Gmail, a Comcast, two work and about 5 domain-based accounts. All of which are laden with spam and I cannot for the life of me get the things to a more manageable level of chaos.

5. What is your favorite thing about the city/town in which you live?
All the things there are to do, I guess. Free stuff, especially. I’ve been getting myself cultured lately, which is awesome, because that was what I loved about Pittsburgh when I lived there. I’ve had many a good adventure at a Smithsonian-type establishment and/or just hanging out in some sort of national park, writing in a journal or otherwise staring at the sky and dreaming.

6. Have you ever been in a long-distance relationship? Would you do it again?
Ugh. Yes. Hated it. Got real tired of being expected to participate phone sex every freaking time I picked up the phone (he had stamina, too — my long-distance bills were atrocious). Realized that there wasn’t exactly anything else *to* the relationship. I got bored and ended it.

7. Where do you get most of your news (paper, TV, Internet, etc.)?
Heh. I watch Jon Stewart on “The Daily Show.” That’s an adequate dosage.

8. Do you regularly check your horoscope?
Every freaking day. Always Yahoo! Astrology and its various subsects (i.e., daily work, daily flirt, daily extended, career, etc.). I also get daily/weekly e-mails from Astrocenter.

9. If you could, what’s one thing you would change about me?
I’d give you your dream job.

10. Ask me something.
I’m being selfish — how do you get rid of a sore throat? I have a virtual pharmacy on my coffee table and seem to be getting worse.