Separated At Birth

Madame Kovarian (Doctor Who)

and

Catalina Creel (Cuna de Lobos)

I would have never pegged Steven Moffatt as a fan of old Mexican telenovelas.

Tell Me, Baby, What's Your Story or My Life As A Dalek

So like this one time, I was working for an unnamed local municipality when the PTB tried to cut my job out of the blue. A few threats of recall later, city council announces all magnanimous-like that the program was approved for a year and I still had a job. Everything was back to normal, full of springtime and puppies.

If you've read this far you might think you've stumbled across an old post. Let's face it, all the posts on this blog are old. The frequency with which I update here coincides with the number of times I wash my car in a year. Yeah, my car is dirty, but one day that layer of dirt is going to turn into diamonds and I'll have a diamond encrusted car. Take that, diamondless cars.

This, however, is not an old post. The PTB have decided the program is unnecessary and we're on the chopping block--- again. Didn't we just go through this? Oy vey. And there's a meeting today regarding said job cuts! I was supposed to speak at said meeting but I changed my mind. I don't mind addressing the coucil (doesn't that sound fancy!) but when I try to prepare a statement, all I get is "EXTERMINAAAATE!"



How many times have I told Geek Boy no pictures before I put on my makeup?



(This picture has nothing to do with makeup. I just wanted to post a picture of Ten and Rose.)

Since exterminating the council with my eyestick and/or plunger attachment would definitely leave me without at job, I'll just attend this round.

The Written Word

Last night I was telling Geek Boy that I want to write with a quill. I want a quill pen, really. Using an actual quill dipped in ink would be very messy, I imagine---but getting all Shakespearean would be fun! Maybe I can find the ruffle-y neck gear to match! How's that for a fashion statement?

Anyway, the lovely G. posted this over at Nouveau Cheap, and tagged anyone reading it to join in the fun. Here goes:

The rules of the tag are simple--just write your answers to the following questions on a piece of paper:

1. What is your name? And your blog?
2. What's your blog URL?
3. Write: The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
4. Favorite quote.
5. Favorite song?
6. Favorite band/singers?
7. Say anything you want.
8. Pass this along to a few bloggers.



I miss the days of putting pen to paper, so this was lots of fun. Yikes! I almost needed a bigger sheet of paper---or smaller writing, perhaps?

Most Boring Post Ever

In a blog filled with boring posts, this one is the definitive winner. Or loser, in this case.

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Dejà Vu

Dear IT,

Here I am, writing to you again. It's like were old friends, isn't it? Except for the part where I can't stand you because you block every fucking site I try to access. I understand blocking the games, shopping, sites that would keep the employees from wanting to commit suicide on a daily basis--really, I get it, because you guys suck. But I was trying to access the site for a veterinary office---trying to make a appointment to keep Jeremy the Wonder Dog healthy.

You know who blocks veterinary sites? Nazis. Evil, puppy-hating Nazis.

Dear IT Department

Dear IT Department,

I realize it must be difficult to answer your help desk mail when you're busy patrolling my internet activity, but would you PLEASE not block sites that I need? You know, those job related sites that I use to find people work? Yeah, I kinda need those. So, stop assuming that Leather Works is a porn site rather than a retail site---some people WANT to work retail, you bunch of perverts! Let me do my job---and unblock my favorite blogs while you're at it.

Dangerkitty

Wish Me Luck

We're slated to find out the fate of my division at tonight's city council meeting. All happy thoughts and good vibes will be greatly appreciated.