They all drive Hondas?

What do these people have in common?

1. Demi Moore
2. David Hasselhoff
3. Alyssa Milano
4. Angela Lansbury

Answer? They all look like me. You have GOT to try this. That was HILARIOUS.

How to Glare

So I'm watching the exhibition skate, and Dick Button is going on and on about how the Italian ice dancer (Barbara Fusar-Poli) wasn't acting like a human when she glared at her partner after he dropped her, and her behavior was like nothing he'd ever seen in competitive skating before. I missed this b/c I didn't really watch much of the ice skating this Olympics, so I browsed the web and found the video on the NBC site. And I gotta say, her glare? Nowhere near as fearsome as mine. Seriously. She looked disappointed, and certainly unhappy - but the glare? Meh. Her brows were hardly knit, and she wasn't even sneering.

I met my friend J.M. for coffee after work, and we were remembering the fun we had watching the Albertville Olympics in our college dorm. (Some Olympic trivia buff I am - I had to edit this post twice b/c I couldn't remember where the Winter Olympics were held that year.) I seem to recall the commentary being even more insipid then than it is now. "If he posts a faster time than anyone else, he will win the gold medal!" But Dick Button? Has always been awful. Seriously, he's appalling. "I just don't like her line, but with those tree trunks of legs she can hardly be expected to lift them with the effortless grace we're so accustomed to seeing in other skaters." Makes Simon Cowell look like a reasonable fellow.

Awesome winter sports

If Apollo Ohno would shave off that weird facial hair decoration, I would be head over heels. Oh, he is cute. And short track speed skating is awesome. Now I'm watching snowboard cross - and there is a SPANIARD competing. If only I liked snow more - b/c these sports are amazing. So fun. (To watch.)

On a whinier note - I am getting tired of hating my job. I am tired of many things, actually. The other day, I thought I might want to just stay in my apartment until somebody came to get me. I didn't. There was no point. I'd get bored of waiting for someone to notice I wasn't coming out and would just end up going to work to pay rent so I COULD stay in the apartment.

After voice class tonight, I went to a bar with my friend C. and met some of her co-workers. One was a perfectly normal looking guy - their CFO - who had named his 18 month old daughter "Tiger". Now that's just mean. To live up to the name, she'll either have to be a stripper or a circus performer.

New hobby

Know what I never do? Drink alone. Know what I'm doing tonight? Drinking alone. It's not the most desperate kind - I was actually invited to a party, and invited to meet other friends for drinks - but leaving work at 8:45 I just didn't feel like it. I wanted to go home. And pour some Bailey's over my chocolate ice cream. Then I decided I wanted some decaf. To go with more Bailey's.

This was a rough week. I almost cried at work TWICE. In FRONT of people. Embarrassing. The work is stressful, the people are occasionally difficult, I'm feeling overwhelmed, and I can't see how to carve out more time to take care of myself. Carving out time just feels like one more freakin' task.

I set the VCR (yes, I still have one - I'm old school that way) to tape the Arrested Development finale, and it's just about finished taping so I can watch it now. Instead of listening to my Marc Cohn CD, which is still good after all these years but the last song just makes me sad b/c it's all about love and crap. With "Nobody Loves You Day" looming on the horizon, I have little tolerance for this at the moment. So you know what I'm going to have with my Bailey's and decaf? Some bacon. I don't know why, I just am. Because I can. And then? More Bailey's. Awesome.

Gettin' Slovenly

This is one of my favorite ways to spend a weekend day. Being slovenly. Gettin' my sloven on. Chillin' like a sloof. While I love to get out and see friends, and accomplish things, and be outdoors - I need to sit around and do NOTHING at least once a month. I feed myself, but I leave the dishes in the sink until they form comical towers. I note all the housekeeping that needs to be done - vacuuming, wiping countertops, laundry... and I sit back down on the couch not doing any of it. Aaaahhhh...

I was watching my DVD collection of Undeclared, and after finishing disk 3 I put in disk 4 to sadly discover it's all bonus material. Which means I watched the last episode and didn't even realize it! So sad. The show didn't hold up quite as well as I remembered, but it was still consistenly funny, with a greater number of laugh-out-loud moments than most shows. If you are a die-hard like me, though, and still want to watch all the bonus material on disk 4 - the Loudon Wainwright concert is pretty fun, especially "The World Is a Terrible Place" on the banjo.

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OK, I cracked and not only did I empty the dishwasher, but I washed all the dishes, too. I am NOT sterilizing the countertops or cleaning the stove, though. 'Cuz I'm a rebel that way. While it's awesome being able to spend an entire day as a complete mess, and pause DVDs whenever you want to get a glass of water without apologizing to the person you're watching them with, or have to worry about annoying someone by having the stereo and TV on at the same time - it would be nice to share my place with a guy who'd be willing to clean it for me in exchange for sexual favors, which would actually still be all for me, anyway.