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I need to kick SmartBitches off of my correspondence feed - I keep buying books on my Kindle because of it. The latest is a Paranormal Romance between a snarky vampire bride and a brooding werewolf groom. The snark convinced me. I love snark.
My favorite characters are snarky. It's why I loved Spike so much - he's snarky. Same with Calvin and Hobbes. Hawkeye Pierce. Sam and Diane. Chandler. Aeryn Sun. John Crichton. Han Solo. Anya. Cordelia. Eleanor. Veronica Mars. Starbuck.
Dead pan humor works for me. Silly not so much.
I get my biting snarky sense of humor from my father, who in turn got it from his. My father did warn me ages ago..."that this doesn't always sit well with your fellow humans".
I really should care? But I'm going through a decidedly misanthropic phase in my existence. Screw my fellow humans.
Okay, probably not. I told my project managers today - that I had good news, I was back on change order duty and I was going to do my utmost to help them push their proverbial boulders up the cliff, while attempting to dodge the rocks that our crazy management likes to throw at us.
My project managers applauded. Literally. They had missed me. Go figure.
They like my twisted sense of humor. My co-workers and project team laugh at my jokes. I sardonically make fun of everything, including myself, it's a defense mechanism that I've created over time. It keeps me sane.
***
Been taking long walks down the train platform, up and down the stairs, and back to the office at lunch time. In the sunshine. And the crisp cold. I love the sunshine and the blue sky. And I can't see it from my cubicle.
Although I did enjoy my work today - mostly working with my project managers, very little interaction with BYT. So overall? An enjoyable day.
And the sneakers that I ordered from Ryka came today:
( picture of sneakers )
My old ones weren't wearable - so needed new ones. I do have other sneakers, just well...they are old, and I should probably get rid of them?
These were on sale. Got good reviews. Main concern was would I get them?
( Super vs. the Package Thieves )
***
Slept better last night - so not as cranky. Also found a somewhat more captivating book, if not as well written. It has banter. And it hits a craving. So it will work for now. It's a romance novel - historical. About a guy who in return for fifty-thousand pounds must agree to retrieve and marry the wayward daughter of some rich guy. The daughter is in the Mediterrean. He finds her dressed as a guy in a tavern trying to hook up with an Egyptian, to get rid of her virginity. Chaos ensues.
We'll see if I make it through it. I gave up on "The City We Became" - mainly because I kept losing track of the story. It requires a lot more attention and focus than I'm capable of providing at the moment. I mean, we have cars developing tentacles in the middle of FDR drive, while only two people can see it, and one of them is like a living avatar of the city? Confused? So was I. I gave up. I need something simple and fun. That doesn't require much concentration. I'm reading it on a kindle on subways, while listening to music, to and from work, for about twenty minutes here and there. Most of the time I'm sleeping. I slept on the commuter train home. I think I read on the way to work. I read on the subway, or stare into space. Sometimes I'll read before bed - but usually that's my hardback book, or a comic. And I'm still listening to the Barbra Streisand memoir.
Speaking of Streisand? Her mother was jealous of her, to the extent that Streisand was somewhat traumatized by it. She doesn't want anyone to be jealous or envious of her. (And of course a lot of folks are.) I asked my mother if she was - she's not. I'm not. And she basically replaced her mother with Bill Clinton's. (I kid you not, she did.)
She describes her mother having a fit - when at twenty two, Streisand invited her mother to a party at her house, gifts were exchanged - mainly for Streisand, and her mother got up and screamed - "Why are you giving her all the gifts, I'm her mother, I should get the gifts! Me!" Then much much later, at tribute in Streisand's honor, her mother got up and proceeded to have another hissy fit about not being recognized instead of Streisand. Streisand finally realized her mother was jealous of her - and this explained the behavior. Her mother was a singer, who wanted fame and fortune and never achieved it. Instead of living vicariously through her daughter or appreciating what her daughter had obtained, she was green with envy and allowed that to consume her. It's incredibly sad.
My favorite characters are snarky. It's why I loved Spike so much - he's snarky. Same with Calvin and Hobbes. Hawkeye Pierce. Sam and Diane. Chandler. Aeryn Sun. John Crichton. Han Solo. Anya. Cordelia. Eleanor. Veronica Mars. Starbuck.
Dead pan humor works for me. Silly not so much.
I get my biting snarky sense of humor from my father, who in turn got it from his. My father did warn me ages ago..."that this doesn't always sit well with your fellow humans".
I really should care? But I'm going through a decidedly misanthropic phase in my existence. Screw my fellow humans.
Okay, probably not. I told my project managers today - that I had good news, I was back on change order duty and I was going to do my utmost to help them push their proverbial boulders up the cliff, while attempting to dodge the rocks that our crazy management likes to throw at us.
My project managers applauded. Literally. They had missed me. Go figure.
They like my twisted sense of humor. My co-workers and project team laugh at my jokes. I sardonically make fun of everything, including myself, it's a defense mechanism that I've created over time. It keeps me sane.
***
Been taking long walks down the train platform, up and down the stairs, and back to the office at lunch time. In the sunshine. And the crisp cold. I love the sunshine and the blue sky. And I can't see it from my cubicle.
Although I did enjoy my work today - mostly working with my project managers, very little interaction with BYT. So overall? An enjoyable day.
And the sneakers that I ordered from Ryka came today:
( picture of sneakers )
My old ones weren't wearable - so needed new ones. I do have other sneakers, just well...they are old, and I should probably get rid of them?
These were on sale. Got good reviews. Main concern was would I get them?
( Super vs. the Package Thieves )
***
Slept better last night - so not as cranky. Also found a somewhat more captivating book, if not as well written. It has banter. And it hits a craving. So it will work for now. It's a romance novel - historical. About a guy who in return for fifty-thousand pounds must agree to retrieve and marry the wayward daughter of some rich guy. The daughter is in the Mediterrean. He finds her dressed as a guy in a tavern trying to hook up with an Egyptian, to get rid of her virginity. Chaos ensues.
We'll see if I make it through it. I gave up on "The City We Became" - mainly because I kept losing track of the story. It requires a lot more attention and focus than I'm capable of providing at the moment. I mean, we have cars developing tentacles in the middle of FDR drive, while only two people can see it, and one of them is like a living avatar of the city? Confused? So was I. I gave up. I need something simple and fun. That doesn't require much concentration. I'm reading it on a kindle on subways, while listening to music, to and from work, for about twenty minutes here and there. Most of the time I'm sleeping. I slept on the commuter train home. I think I read on the way to work. I read on the subway, or stare into space. Sometimes I'll read before bed - but usually that's my hardback book, or a comic. And I'm still listening to the Barbra Streisand memoir.
Speaking of Streisand? Her mother was jealous of her, to the extent that Streisand was somewhat traumatized by it. She doesn't want anyone to be jealous or envious of her. (And of course a lot of folks are.) I asked my mother if she was - she's not. I'm not. And she basically replaced her mother with Bill Clinton's. (I kid you not, she did.)
She describes her mother having a fit - when at twenty two, Streisand invited her mother to a party at her house, gifts were exchanged - mainly for Streisand, and her mother got up and screamed - "Why are you giving her all the gifts, I'm her mother, I should get the gifts! Me!" Then much much later, at tribute in Streisand's honor, her mother got up and proceeded to have another hissy fit about not being recognized instead of Streisand. Streisand finally realized her mother was jealous of her - and this explained the behavior. Her mother was a singer, who wanted fame and fortune and never achieved it. Instead of living vicariously through her daughter or appreciating what her daughter had obtained, she was green with envy and allowed that to consume her. It's incredibly sad.