Discussion about 24 in this section. Skip it if you haven’t seen last night’s episode.
I have only one thing to say about last night’s 24: for the brief moment when it appeared as though Aaron was dead, I was far, FAR more upset than I was about Palmer dying in the first episode. I LOVE me some Aaron. He’s one of the unwavering, absolute, without-a-doubt good guys. It’s weird to see him being a bit of an ass on the first season of CSI (as the sheriff).
Also, how much does Jean Smart rock? She ROCKS. Can we get her back as president next season, maybe?
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Thanks to both Yvonne, who informed me that I could download Sunday’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy on SendSpace.com, and Veronica, who recommended I try YouTube.com. Y’all rock! I downloaded it from SendSpace.com, burned it to a DVD, and I’ll be watching it later today. Yay!
So, was Desperate Housewives a rerun this week? I’m not seeing it on iTunes anywhere, and there appears to be no recap or discussion about it on
MightyBigTV TelevisionWithoutPity.
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Yesterday was one of those days. You know those days that start out good, but at a certain point you realize that everything you’ve done the entire days has been a great big fuckup or a struggle to finish? Yeah, one of those days.
It started out really well, because I woke up to the sun shining, and I got out of bed and puttered around the house for a little while, then got my jacket on and went for a walk. I was a little annoyed by my CD/ MP3 player, because it skipped a lot during my walk (yes, it has skip protection, and it doesn’t work all that well; I CANNOT WAIT to get my iPod. It should be here tomorrow!), but other than that, it was a nice day out.
When I got home from my walk, I went into the kitchen to make my breakfast, and immediately dropped an egg on the floor. And when I was wiping it up, I managed somehow to smack Sugarbutt right in the face, poor baby. By the time I tracked him down and soothed him, the pan on the stove in the kitchen was smoking (I’d put it on the stove and set the temperature on medium before I dropped the egg). I managed to clean the pan out and respray the Pam and and cook my eggs with no further problems.
And then I sat at my computer and tried to write my entry, only my computer was super slow, and it took FORFUCKINGEVER – TWO HOURS! – to write it, because there were links I need to add to the entry, and I couldn’t connect to Flickr, and in the end I sat at Fred’s computer and finished up my entry, because HIS COMPUTER was working JUST FINE, of course. So I said “Fuck you, you piece of shit!” to my computer and shut it down, and went upstairs.
Where I changed the sheets on my bed and on Fred’s. When I reached down to grab my comforter off the floor to put it back on the bed, Sugarbutt fell out (I didn’t know he was there!) and went tumbling across the floor into the wall.
I guess if Sugarbutt had a journal, he’d be writing about how yesterday wasn’t his day, either.
I comforted Sugarbutt again (with my luck, he’s going to start flinching when I reach for him) and then went into Fred’s room. Only I didn’t shut the door to Fred’s room fast enough, and Mister Boogers hauled ass through the door, and I had to spend ten minutes chasing his stupid ass around – I think his stump of a tail allows him to move faster than any other cat. Lack of wind resistance? – before I caught him and tossed him back out.
Then I knocked over the stack of pillows, which I had piled up carefully beside the bed in a certain order, because Fred likes his pillows just so, and with them all knocked over, I didn’t know what went where, so I just guessed, and no doubt when Fred reads this, he’ll call me and say “Now I know why I didn’t sleep very well last night!”
With the beds changed, I went into the laundry room to put the first load of sheets in, only there was laundry in the washer, so I put it in the dryer, shut the dryer door, and started the dryer. And then there was this thumping sound – way louder than the sound of laundry tumbling around – and an instant later, a sound as though Satan himself was tumbling around in the dryer and he WASN’T HAPPY hit my ears, and I screamed and opened the dryer door, and Tom Cullen shot out as though Satan was after HIM, and he hid under my bed for a good ten minutes, all fluffed up from head to toe (hey, that dryer is GOOD, it can fluff a cat in three seconds flat!) and trembling.
Now, I always – ALWAYSALWAYSALWAYS – look in the dryer before I shut the dryer door and start the dryer, because Sugarbutt and Tom Cullen always get all excited when I’m in there, like little kids who want to show off their bedroom “Look, Mom! This is where we keep the poop! Doesn’t it stink? Ain’t it great?!”, and I’ve always worried that one of them would get shut in the dryer and be tumbled around, I’m practically paranoid about it, and TODAY IT HAPPENED.
And it scared the shit out of me. Also, I’m worried that Tommy will start pooping in the closet because he’s too scared to go into the laundry room and I’ll have to kill him.
So I soothed Tommy for a little while, then went off to take my shower. And given how my morning had gone thus far, do you think that when I thought “I should shave my legs”, I rethought that thought and thought better of it? Why, no. I shaved my legs, and I ripped a nice long piece of skin from the back of my right calf and cut up my ankles AND my armpit. The left one.
Annnnnnnnd then I went downstairs to soothe my troubles in front of Desperate Housewives and Grey’s Anatomy, but as I mentioned in my entry yesterday, the STUPID DVR didn’t tape either of them for some freakin’ reason UNKNOWN TO ME (that’s what I get for not double-checking to be sure they were taping, I suppose), and all I had was one sad little episode of Runway Moms and Oprah. I watched them and cross-stitched, and apparently there’s some kind of magic in cross-stitching, because after that my day improved.
Though probably what this entry
really needs for a closer is a story about how Mister Boogers and the kittens brought in a bird and viciously killed it while I sat, oblivious, ten feet away watching TV.
Working out is exhausting.
“Bob!”
“I say, BOB! Bob, where the fuck ARE you?!”
“If that little BITCH doesn’t stop calling me BOB, I am going to go in there and kick his fucking ASS.”
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
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No Desparate Housewives this week, instead – Dancing with the Stars.
Woot for downloading tv programs!
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Okay, just finished reading your post. Funny!
I am so sorry to hear about Tom Cullen’s tumble, but it sure was good for a laugh. And I am all about teh funnay.
Love the picture of Sugarbutt and Tom Cullen “exercising” Cute!
For the record, my thing with the pillows isn’t me being anal, it’s about my gimped-up broke-ass shoulder and how it aches like a fuckety fuck the next day if they’re not stacked to the perfect height.
Oh Robyn I tumbled my cat in the dryer too many years ago. I just about freaked out when I realized what I did. Poor cat was fluffy and a little warm too! I still have nightmares to this day about what would have happened if I had left the house to go to my neighbors, which I was in the habit of doing. I’m still paranoid about leaving the dryer door open. Thankfully my kittie is still alive and well at the ripe old age of 15!
Poor Robyn. Some days we step in it and some days we don’t. Somedays it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed. By the way, I have tumbled my cats many times. You would think they would stay away from the dryer after a few tumbles, but they are “TUPID”
You know I have a black cat and a few years ago, I had left my dryer door open and went to fluff up some dark clothes. Can you see where this is going?!
I heard a loud thump and looked in the dryer and did not see anything and started it back up, only to hear the thump sound again. SO I opened it back up to find a scared out of her wits cat!!! Luckily she was alright but it taught me a lesson, to always look in the dryer! LOL
Poor, poor kitties! And poor, poor Robyn! I hope things go better for you, otherwise you’re likely to seriously mangle something/someone!
awww poor Tommy.
Just wanted to let you know that happened to our kitty too. My 11 yr old turned on the dryer because his clothes weren’t all the way dry yet and we heard this thumping sound. She wasn’t in there long but I panicked. I was crying, my son felt horrible, I kept saying “we need to take her to the vet and have her checked out” instead we just kept an eye on her and everything was fine. She doesn’t go in the dryer anymore but she loves to lay on the laundry.
Poor kitties, poor Robyn. Hope today is a better day……
What a horrible day!!!! Hope today is better!!!
Is it wrong I laughed at this? It’s wrong, isn’t it? I’m so sorry. What a terrible day. Still, funny as hell.
Oh, now that’s definitely a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. :o(
How was today?
Hey Fred… Want some cheese with that whine??
Oh, Robyn – that’s one of the funniest entries in a while – other people’s bad days are always a lot funnier than my own! (Sorry – but the funniest part was definitely the cat-in-the-dryer trick!)
Ouch,we actually LOST our cat to a dryer. We were all sitting at the dinner table and it suddenly dawned on me that the dryer was thumping away. The lightbulb came on too late because when I ran to the dryer,she was dead. Her face was frozen in a horrible kitty grimace. 22 yrs later I still feel guilty for not being more careful.
Hey Robyn. My cat Basil (who is identical to Sugarbutt)tends to do stuff like the dryer trick. I can’t tell you how many times he’s been locked in closets, been left in the refridgerator…(as I was trying to teach him a lesson, and promptly forgot about him being in there!–he jumped right back in 5 minutes later!))gotten squashed as I closed the freezer door, AND closed the washer lid on HIMSELF where he spent god-knows how long wailing until I came home and heard him! We gently refer to him as “Spazil” and have ceased to be shocked by the assinine behaviour. (I think he’s used up at least 5 of his 9 lives!)
Heh! I think you shouldn’t be left home alone with the cats! I’m sorry I LMFBO reading about that cat in the dryer, because I’ve come so close to doing that with ours! Reminds me of the time Smudge got a plastic grocery bag caught around him in the middle of the night. He raced around, and I could hear all this crazy rustling, and saw this white flash go past in the dark! Then it got quiet so I cursed, and went back to sleep. In the morning I was looking for Smudge only to find him terrified under my bed, with the bag still stuck to him. To this day (8 years later) if I want him away from something, all I have to do is rustle a bag!
This sounds so obsessive compulsive, but I will check and recheck the dryer three or four times before turning it on even though I KNOW none of the cats are inside of it. They don’t even have to be anywhere close to the dryer but I’ll still check it more than once no matter what. It’s one of my biggest fears. Now that I’ve proved to everyone that I am a total nutjob, I am done. 😀
Ooh, I love the new logo!
Hey! That is a snappy new logo of you and the kitties. Is it original art? If so, who drew it?