February 26, 2006

Rhetorical Question

A broken platter on Friday, a broken popcorn kettle on Saturday--I wonder what joys are in store for me today?

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February 22, 2006

And another thing...

... that bugged me about King Kong--if it was cold enough for a pond to be frozen hard enough to hold Kong's weight, why wasn't Ann even shivering in her sleeveless evening gown--especially when standing on top of the tallest building in the world?

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February 20, 2006

Long Days and Big Monkeys

I hate 12 hour work days--especially when I start them a mere 11 hours after I have left the night before. By the time we close, I am so tired I have to count the money three times (unless someone speaks to me, in which case I have to start over again from the beginning because I've lost my place.) Plus, I get cranky when I don't get my nap. Along with that, my back is bothering me, the temperature's been in the single digits (for the high!) and I won't know until tomorrow if the paycheck I deposited on Friday is going to go through.

Yesterday wasn't complete agony, though. My sister stopped by with baby Megan, who at 18 months is now running and saying understandable words (a feat that several of my employees have yet to master) and I said "screw it" for half an hour and played with my niece in the lobby. She got a huge kick out of the giant candy machine, and can say "M!" very clearly (I think she uses the singular because my sister will only give her one piece at a time).

The day's comic relief came in the form of a visit from the owner--he was doing the rounds of all his theaters in Michigan, Indiana and Ohio, and got lost on the way to mine. We had five phone calls from him, asking us to tell him where he was, and twice when I told him to go east, he called back and was going west. He finally found the outskirts of town and one of the clerks kept him on the phone and talked him in turn by turn. After his tour of the countryside he could only stay about 10 minutes, because he needed to get along to the next theater, so he only had about five things to criticize (although he did call me later and mention a couple more he must have thought of on the drive).

I got to watch the last two hours of King Kong last night, since the other two theaters had already emptied by that point. The giant animals were awesome, and totally realistic-looking. Not so much whenever they put a human in the frame, though. And what was with the blonde chick? She had like two facial expressions. I will try and see the first hour, though, despite there being some really stupid things (like when the kid who never fired a gun before manages to shoot the bugs off Adrien Brody with a machine gun, and doesn't even nick him!).

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February 17, 2006

I might get this a little better if I'd ever watched the show...

Via the always delightful and frequently puzzling Pixy Misa:

You scored as Babylon 5 (Babylon 5).
The universe is erupting into war and your government picks the wrong side.
How much worse could things get? It doesn't matter, because no matter what
you have your friends and you'll do the right thing.
In the end that will be all that matters.
Now if only the Psi Cops would leave you alone.

Moya (Farscape)

75%

Babylon 5 (Babylon 5)

75%

Serenity (Firefly)

69%

SG-1 (Stargate)

69%

Bebop (Cowboy Bebop)

63%

Enterprise D (Star Trek)

56%

Galactica (Battlestar: Galactica)

56%

Deep Space Nine (Star Trek)

44%

Millennium Falcon (Star Wars)

44%

Nebuchadnezzar (The Matrix)

38%

Andromeda Ascendant (Andromeda)

31%

FBI's X-Files Division (The X-Files)

31%

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At least Bruce Boxleitner is a cutie...

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February 16, 2006

I'll whittle down the "to do" list tomorrow....

I was going to tackle the back-log of Alliance applications this morning, but I think I'll go back to bed instead.

See? Bonfire entry. It's a gift.

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February 15, 2006

And this doesn't even have a 'working title' let alone an actual one

Belated Happy Valentine's Day! to my readers.

I used to send people Valentines, first by mail, and then by e-card, but I have gotten out of the habit of celebrating "holidays" like Valentine's Day and St. Patrick's Day and President's Day and Secretary's Day and Feed Your Moose Cheese Day. I think this is because a) I have to work on Memorial Day and Labor Day and Thanksgiving Day and Easter and Christmas, so the "minor" holidays all blend together as just another Day I Don't Get To Party and 2) it's gotten so that the calendar is so cluttered with Days you can only tell what holiday is coming up by what color candy that Walgreen's is selling (as I type I suspect that all the red and pink candy is being moved to make room for the green, which in a month will make room for the pastels, followed by the red, white and blue)...

However, yesterday was my day off, so I got treated to dinner out and one red carnation. More holidays ought to be celebrated on Tuesdays--at least until I find a job outside of retail....

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February 13, 2006

Thinking is hard

Double standards--gotta love 'em! They provide so much interesting blog-fodder! And, via the blog-fadda (aka Evil Glenn) I have been reading about the Great Danish Cartoon Controversy. I particularly enjoy the way the major networks are so "sensitive" to delicate Muslim sensibilities that they refuse to air the offending cartoons--allowing their viewers to imagine how horrific the images must be, to incite all those riots and bombings.

You know, I don't think a day goes by when something doesn't offend me. For example, I am offended by the stupidity of the governor of Indiana who, in an effort to reduce abortions, has cut funding for low cost birth control. Silly me, I thought that only far-left wackos considered killing babies to be just another way of preventing pregnancy. Because, you know, eliminating free birth control pills for low-income women is going to stop people from having sex. And, of course, unprotected sex never leads to unwanted pregnancy. Certainly unwanted pregnancy has nothing to do with rates of abortion. Not to mention that increasing the number of unwanted pregnancies among women who cannot afford to raise a child anyway, and who will end up dependent on a large number of Welfare & Assistance Programs, is also a really intelligent way to be fiscally responsible.

Let's recap, shall we? In order to reduce the number of abortions and use the money for something more worthwhile, Indiana no longer funds free birth control for low income women. I anxiously await Governor Daniels' next brilliant idea, which I expect to be along the line of reducing the number of speeding tickets issued in school zones (by raising the speed limit), or stopping underage drinking (by lowering the legal drinking age to 10). I am offended that a fellow Republican can't seem to strike a spark of intelligence by rubbing two thoughts together, but rather than point out the flaws in his logic, I am going to riot and burn a few embassies, since that's what the Religion of Peace apparently believes to be the correct response, and who am I to argue?

You know what else offends me? The Energizer Bunny. It's PINK!

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February 12, 2006

Collective Soul

There's a story on my news homepage today about a "compulsive hoarder," and, surprisingly, I wasn't the subject of the story. I don't feel the compulsion to hoard everything, though. There are, however, some things I have a really hard time throwing away--like the blank half of a used piece of copy paper. Let's call that recycling, ok? Even if I never do jot a grocery list on it, it still might come in handy some day, right?

I suppose there's a thin line between hoarding and recycling. If you keep old newspapers to wrap china in, and then actually wrap some china, then that's recycling. If you keep them because someday you may get some china that might need wrapping, I would consider that hoarding.

So I'm not really a compulsive hoarder (despite the slightly crinkled aluminum foil stack in the kitchen cabinet). I am a compulsive collector. Honestly, does one woman really need fifty-some automatic pencils in one house? Okay, now, maybe FIVE---um, per room ... well, per table maybe. . . . You see how insidiously it starts? Because as soon as a couple of those pencils wander off to hide under a magazine or roll under the couch they obviously need to be replaced, right? And when the store is out of Papermate and you have to buy Bic (or, God forbid, an Off Brand), then it's only logical that the next time you see some Papermate (Sharpwriter, available in 2-packs, 5-packs and the convenient box of a dozen either yellow or assorted colors) you have to buy some of those to make up for it, and then you find the Lost Pencils, and before you know it, you have a year's worth of retractable lead pencils, not to mention a drawer full of lead-less plastic tubes with perfectly good erasers on the end, and you would stop buying more, but that's a sale price too good to pass up...

Hi. My name's Susie, and I'm a pencil-holic.

Those pads of Post-it notes? Um--well, I have all these pencils...

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February 11, 2006

The Answer to the Ultimate Question

is provided for us by the Great Australian Philosopher, Pixy Misa:

You can press escape all you like, but it won't do anything if the keyboard's not plugged in.

I am taking these as my Customer Service Words to Live By.... and maybe put on some tee shirts...

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February 10, 2006

Death and Eye Candy

By one of those coincidences, one of my nephews will be playing the title role in Mort in a local theatrical production. And to think that a few weeks ago I had never heard of Terry Pratchett!

I guess it's kind of like when an actor gets famous, and you suddenly notice them playing bit parts in old movies you're re-watching.

Speaking of movies, I finally got to see Four Brothers. I thought it was excellent. I also watched Doom, which was pretty much your standard kill-aliens-in-the-space station movie until near the end, when they did the "first person shooter" sequence, which was awesome.

Well, I need more coffee before heading into work to do the weekly inventory. And since it's payday, cross your fingers for me that my paycheck doesn't bounce again this week...

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February 08, 2006

I'm Listening

Harv pointed me to Pandora.

Thanks, Harvey!

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February 06, 2006

Tomorrow's Cookie Fortune

fortune.jpg

I had to scan it, cuz I figured y'all would think I was making it up!

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Today's Cookie Fortune

Attitudes are the forerunners of conditions.

And Margaritas are the forerunners of hangovers...

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February 04, 2006

Nice legs, by the way

It's not exactly a secret that I enjoy ogling viewing men in kilts, so I was only mildly surprised to get an email from Glenn Reynolds saying that he was attaching a photo of himself in a kilt as a bribe to let him re-join The Alliance of Free Blogs.

Only....since when does Evil Glenn have a beard? Is it one of those Star Trek tragic transporter accident parallel universe things?

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February 03, 2006

I think Godot is wearing the other shoe...

Don't you hate it when you wake up feeling like you have a hangover, but you weren't drinking the night before? It probably means you're coming down with something, and hopefully it's just a Cold and not Bird Flu or Pink Eye or Leprosy. Or maybe you feel that way because you wish you'd been drinking, since it's Pay Day today, and you aren't really that much of a gambler anymore, and lately your bank account has seemed to become intimately acquainted with the numbers on the lower side of zero when the point of having a job is to keep those numbers on the higher side whenever possible. The Company giveth and the Company taketh away, with increasingly alarming frequency.

Did I mention that on Wednesday we got a giant candy machine kiosk? It dispenses Skittles™ and M&Ms™ and other small, roundish confections for a quarter a "handful" (if your hand is the size of a two-year-old's). Now we can compete with ourselves.

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February 02, 2006

If you don't have any superstitions, what are you going to blame stuff on?

Well, yesterday's strangeness is continuing into today... my paycheck bounced again. Did I crash into a mirror factory while sleep-driving?

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February 01, 2006

(Insert Title Here)

This is post #1600. It calls for some kind of drum roll or commemorative post, but it's been a very strange day. Maybe tomorrow will be normaler...

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