tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024661702107806302024-02-21T14:10:42.882-04:00WHERE ARE MY PANTS??Daily musings of the Sanity-Deprived and Self-Caffeinating.~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-14411765616177394182012-11-15T10:11:00.002-04:002012-11-15T10:11:25.618-04:00Still waking up...A lot of people try to strike conversations up with me before I have my coffee. And I'm all, why d'you wanna die so badly??<br />
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I've been waking up at an ungodly hour to go to the gym in the morning. Sadly, this seems to be the best practice if I want to get in 5 days/wk. I'm up at 5:40am, catch the bus for 6, get to the gym at 6:45, and work out, shower/hair/make-up... and get to work for 9. It's becoming surprisingly easy. I've become everything I hate.<br />
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Kitteh is at the vet right now getting his stitches removes, hopefully in the next couple days I can take the cone off and he can join the LGBT community as a free spirit. And lick his ass. It's his favourite pass time and he's been denied it for so long.</div>
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This means that I can finally clean the apartment this weekend. For those of you that don't know me, having a dirty apartment is the equivalent of one of you normies getting cheated on. How DARE the apartment be scummy after I put so much time and effort in to it! <b>I'll cut you good!</b> Ahem. Don't ever cheat on me. Anyway, clean space... good stuff... yeah...</div>
~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-15486287328148728012012-10-16T19:38:00.000-03:002012-10-16T19:38:21.399-03:00Whelp, kitty's a tranny.Lance had his surgery today, possibly the cruelest surgery any animal could have outside of transplanting brains or something (I would, however, LOVE to see a chihuahua tiger. Can we put that on some universal list for crimes against nature?).<br />
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He's a she now... Or an "it". Or a shim, as Liz would say. Either way, he went through it like a champ :) He's only now realizing that his new "Cone of Shame" bites, and it'll take a few days for him to get use to that. We did have a scary moment when he jumped over his enclosure door (I'd stuck him in the closet to keep him from moving around too much), and I followed him around to make sure he didn't rip any stitches out.<br />
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So he's gonna spend the next couple days in the bedroom, and I'm keeping him company tonite. No matter which way you slice it, having your outsides taken off and replaced with your insides is just wrong (Chihuahua Tiger).~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-23251394227773511592012-10-02T14:40:00.002-03:002012-10-02T14:43:37.503-03:00Bye Bye to InsanityAs most of the people around me know, for the past few months I've been doing the Beachbody Insanity workout. With the exception of missing a few nights due to overtime/exhaustion (I repeated Week 3), I think I've been doing pretty damn good at it.<br />
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However, I'm thinking it might be time to end my love-hate relationship with this program, with 1-month to go.<br />
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<b>Why?</b><br />
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I'll tell you why.<br />
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I haven't gotten anything out of it.<br />
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<b>Explanation!</b><br />
For the past 6 weeks, I've come home from work (sometimes after 8pm), changed in to my Lulus, turned the PS3 on, and planked/lunged/squatted/push-uped my lungs in to my cranial cavity. I didn't half-ass it and was drenched every night, 5-6 times a week. By Day 3 I could hardly get out of bed in the morning. By Day 5 the warm-up was doing me in.<br />
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Two months later, I have very little to show for it. Yes, it was only eight weeks, but any time I've been on a fitness program I've shown at least some progress in the first month. While on Insanity, I have experienced more cardio endurance, however, it's about the same amount of endurance I'd have on a strict cardio schedule at the gym anyway.<br />
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And body changes? I wasn't expecting miracles. Those people on the infomercial who dropped 40+lbs on Insanity? Yeeeah, that wasn't going to happen with me. Yet considering the sheer amount of exercise I was doing all week, I was looking forward to seeing what my body WOULD look like when it was all said and done.<br />
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Physical Results so Far: Slight change in my legs and butt. Back? Arms? Shoulders? <b>Flabbier</b>. Chest? <b>Same</b>. Abs? <b>Same</b>. This is very perplexing to me, since you go online and everyone raves about their results. <i>Insanity isn't working for you? You're not doing it right, it's your own fault!</i> <i>Don't blame the program</i>.<br />
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So I'm taking tonight off and heading back to the gym tomorrow (it'll be missing me, it's been 2mos), with a new workout regime in hand (I don't have anything to do at work right now). I plan on getting in to some building weights for a few weeks, then hopping back to burning weights.<br />
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Thoughts on Insanity:<br />
It works, I've seen the testimonials. It just wasn't working for me. It's full of some really great exercises though, and I <b>DO</b> plan on using some of them in my future training plans. But for now, to get nice and defined? Gym!<br />
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<i>(Also, there's no better feeling than lifting that motherfuckin' olympic bar and pretending to be Wonder Woman ;)</i>~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-43828949940357701122012-09-27T12:27:00.001-03:002012-09-27T12:27:59.245-03:00Oh yah, baby, that's my Dpad...<a href="http://kotaku.com/5946590/mass-effect-trilogy-compilation-brings-the-first-mass-effect-to-playstation-3-this-fall" target="_blank">This makes me happy!</a><br />
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I've wanted to play this series since ME3 made me drool, but it's almost impossible to find the first one. Now they'll be coming out with all three. NERDGASM!<br />
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Also, Guild Wars 2 has made me realize that my purty iMac sucks and it might be time to upgrade when I have this thing called money. It's 1) Old, and 2) A Mac. Comp gaming is impossible for me unless I want to boot up in Ogrimmar and watch newbs dancing with no clothes on. We'll see. 16gb RAM and double screens makes me warm and fuzzy inside.~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-4118523485070873202012-09-26T13:37:00.002-03:002012-09-26T13:37:24.919-03:00Dear Online Diary:<br />
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Despite my best efforts, life continues on. I've pressed the pause button, like, 30 fucking times already.<br />
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<b>-I'm learning to lose all hope at work. </b>With all the technology mess-ups/requirements, I've collectively done about 6hrs of actual work this week. Including overtime. For a deadline that is 3-weeks over. Is there an emoticon for gun-to-head?<br />
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Eh. Kinda.<br />
<br /><b>-Kitteh is booked in for his surgery</b>- he shall soon be knows as Lance, the Transgendered Wonder. Poor dude, this isn't gonna be fun. Sadly, it's not like I can ship him to Taiwan because of defective parts or anything. Luckily, I have the week of his surgery off in case body parts start falling off. It's the one thing that hasn't gone wrong with him, yet.<br />
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<b>-Speaking of which, October 15th!</b> Vacation for a week! Holy shit, I'm going to get nothing accomplished. Rolling out of bed, laying on the couch, playing games, watching movies and reading. Let's see how long I can go without brushing my teeth (gum hides many sins).<br />
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<b>-Christmas vacay is also booked</b>, so yay getting to see the family again! My Secret Santa is Dad, and his wishlist is right up my alley. People are easy to buy for when they only have 2-3 interest. <br />
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This year I get to find someone who wants to look after a vet-prone feline, which should be sooo much fun.<br />
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<b>-Bebe Lizzie's 1st Birthday is this Saturday.</b> Holy wow, years go by that fast, now? Man.~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-31388422107805329872012-09-18T14:11:00.003-03:002012-09-18T14:11:44.324-03:00Will the shit hitting the fan eventually blow away??So! So. Sooo. Seeeeeew.<br />
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This month was SUPPOSE to be the first time where I could loosen the purse straps a tad, maybe replace a pair of boots that are falling apart, start to think about about my 30th B-Day Bash so it doesn't suddenly sneak up on me.<br />
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Nooo. Kitty barely made it a month before needing to be rushed to the vet Friday from being completely blocked. So another visit plus meds for him. Apparently fuzzy has a narrow urethra and the chances of him backing up again are pretty good. So now I a) Call him Hank Hill, and b) Am planning on consulting with their soft-tissue surgeon on the possibility of surgery to clear up this issue. Many vet visits for the rest of his life, or throw an assload of money at them now to fix the problem.<br />
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Son of a BITCH.<br />
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That combined with what is now the 3rd month of overtime at work, and I've been a wreck for the last few days. Fun times over ny'ere.~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-23347027035745911552012-09-09T13:09:00.000-03:002012-09-09T13:09:33.626-03:00Ima just gonna wring my apartment out now...I don't think this province could get any more humid than it is right now. This is beyond gross. I tried to afix a stamp to an envelope earlier, and the glue slid off of it. I had to stick it on with super glue, which means now I'm frizzy and covered in super glue!<br />
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At least the apartment's clean... for now. Damp cat hair is much easier to sweep up than dry cat hair. I'm sad I know that.<br />
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Earlier, I'd mentioned that I finally finished my entertainment unit. All it took was much swearing and some elbow grease! But mostly swearing. Here's the finished project, complete with before and after:<br />
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I wish I had a better "Before" picture, but who goes around taking pictures of their apartment for fun? <b>People that think ahead</b>. Pfft.<br />
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So because work continues to own my soul, I'm re-doing Week 3 of Insanity this upcoming week. I was only able to complete 2 of the 6 days because of overtime. Unacceptable!<br />
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I bought a spaghetti squash this week, and will be cooking it tonight with some sauce to see if it lives up to its name. If it doesn't blow up in the oven it'll be a freakin' miracle.~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-45387018221763508902012-09-05T11:22:00.000-03:002012-09-05T11:22:20.688-03:00Amazeballs!Wednesdays "Blowing my Fucking Mind" moment goes to:<br />
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This 3D Tattoo. Bravo, some lady's leg. Bravo!<br /><br />~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-1470847527128357902012-09-03T12:39:00.000-03:002012-09-03T12:39:46.967-03:00Working on Labour Day. Oh, the Huge Manatee!Because the gaming industry hates personal time (haha, is she kidding?), I'm in at work on a long weekend. Downside, I'm not at the beach (A big middle finger to everyone who's at the beach <3). Upside, time-and-a-half. And for all you outsiders out there, overtime at a gaming company is fucking hi-larious. We're not <b>quite</b> at the nerf gun war yet, but people are getting twitchy.<br />
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I determined yesterday that I'm not much of a girl... in that the clothing line on the Victoria Secret website looks 10x better than their lingerie/bathing suit line. Their tops look so comfortable! The new store that opened up here doesn't have any of their clothes, just those never-ending pink zebra-print bras made by Taiwanese children. Yeah. Gotta get me sum 'o dat.<br />
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After work I'm heading over to my uncle's for a BBQ with the cousins. It's going to be an exercise in futility trying to eat well, especially since Ashley's making cheesecake cupcakes. Ermagherd!<br />
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I had my first measurement-taking since beginning Insanity two weeks ago. Result? Nothing. If anything they've increased. So I'm interested in seeing the results of my Fit Test tonight, Lord knows my legs are like <b>Grrrfuckyeah</b>.~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-46597082164581106472012-08-31T10:49:00.000-03:002012-08-31T10:49:05.080-03:00Grudgingly made it to Friday!So I have a coping mechanism for working on this game now: Drink a little bit each night until it doesn't seem so bad. La la ♪ ♫<br />
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While working, I've been watching documentaries on the iPad, which is probably not emotionally constructive, since most of them are real downers. Many of them have to do with the destruction of democracy/environment/social freedoms due to greed and power. It makes me wonder just how amazing this world could be if people stood by their values and couldn't be bought. Then again, many of them would need decent values to begin with, would they not?<br />
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Earlier this week I finally finished work on my entertainment center- no pictures yet, but soon! Considering I have no actual tools to speak of, I'm very happy with how it turned out :) My next project will be building a shoe rack that accommodates many many boots. Then buying said boots. Gotta fill it up somehow, otherwise it'll just look <b>stupid</b>.~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-31146424548162301892012-08-29T12:59:00.001-03:002012-08-29T13:00:20.959-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I attempted to put all my shoes away last night... which was a very bad bad thing to do? I guess? According to fuzzball. He's started doing this adorable thing where he lays down right in the middle of the room and I have to walk around him all the time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">(He's healthy now, so I'm allowed to talk smack about him. Stupid expensive cat.)</span>~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-1425458598380685262012-08-29T12:45:00.000-03:002012-08-29T12:45:44.967-03:00In which I accomplish NOTHING...So I've been having build problems at work, which has meant me sitting at my desk on the internet while my program keeps freezing up and suffering what I assume are tiny motherboard strokes. The evidence that electronics hate me keeps piling up...<br />
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For those of you that didn't know, yet will actually care, I started doing Insanity last week. <b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GchiVhhjKGo" target="_blank">This Mother</a>, right here</b>. 60 Days, 6 Days a week of hell. I love it :) If you think you're in shape, try this regime and you may be surprised. I'm almost half way through Week 2 and still can't get through an entire workout without breaking all the time. BOOM! Suffice to say, everything is very sore, especially my good friend Mr. Ass.<br />
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This also means stepping up my noms, since putting yourself through sadistic workouts doesn't make much sense if you don't eat for it. The upside is I get to eat a lot more, the downside is when the steak is all gone. Bye steak, I love you!~T~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578734273987824496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102466170210780630.post-38717129304227829532012-08-29T11:49:00.002-03:002012-08-29T11:49:18.095-03:00Post 1. I'm being imaginative.<i>Hello Interwebs!</i><br />
<br />Did you miss me? Of course you did, you're not stupid. I'm returning to the land of blogging, and shall continue to add just a small amount of wit and vapidness to the world around me. Until something more interesting comes along, or I forget.<br />
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This is pretty much going to be a virtual tour of what goes on in my brain on any given day. You might want to mentally prepare yourself for that, because you won't get much out of a settlement if your brain starts leaking while reading this blog. I have a lamp, you want a lamp? Here's a lamp. You have to wiggle the switch and hope it turns on. Also, it gets really hot if you leave it on.<br />
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