It's good to have goals

Every good business meeting or staff workshop has a goal that is set out at the beginning and somehow accomplished in some way by the conclusion of said meeting. Well, I think that PSSWR should have a goal like that. And ladies, I nominate for that goal “Getting Wingal a Piece of Ass.”

I have never met anyone so deserving as Wingal for a piece of ass. While she has a mighty might fine ass of her own, she needs a piece to satiate her womanly thirst. I, therefore, think it should be the goal of this group to finding & securing a man for Wingal so that he may ravish her in the way that she should be accustomed.

And hey, if the guest house is a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.

rant from my sick bed

I need to get this off my gianormous chest: that guy who got on the 7 flights knowing full well that he has drug resistant TB is a DOUCHE BAG. What the fuck is your problem Andrew Speaker, 31, lawyer from Atlanta, GA that you had to get on not one, not 2, but 7 goddamn flights and make all those people potentially very very sick??? I feel like shit with my annual summer cold (seriously I have no idea why I get sick in the summer) and I read this story and I think oh my god, was I on a plane with this guy, then remembering that I haven't left the state in a few months I popped a few more Nyquil Gel Caps and fell in to a dreamless sleep.

But wait! There's more! Turns out that Andrew Speaker, 31, lawyer from Atlanta, GA has a relative that works with the Center for Infectious Diseases! And not a distant relative, his father-in-law. What does he work on specifically you ask? He is a microbiologist who has conducted research on tuberculosis.

Again, Andrew Speaker, I ask WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING???

BART vs CTA

Sam my dear I have been thinking of you. Here in Chi-town we have a subpar transportation system and we often blissfully think of other cities & their ease of transportation. Today my favorite CTA blog talked about how awesome BART and MUNI are and I couldn't help remember your ditty a few moths ago.

But here, I'll let you burst the bubble of those of us here wishing we lived in SF:

http://www.ctatattler.com/2007/05/riding_the_san_.html#comments

In honor of Memorial Day. . .

Wingal thinks my (and Larry's) nephew is hot & that I should post this picture. Because in the words of Wingal, "today we not only honor our troops, but we honor hotness as well."

Pug Thief!

The nephew stole Fezziwig!! For a whole week! WTF?

Tales from PSSWR, pt. 3

Wingal, having had too much to drink the day before, was struggling with her Menards Disease when we woke up on Thursday. Jenny took off to the pharmacy to get her the medication she needed. Luckily, the pharmacist was well stocked with the medicine she needed.

Something to live by. . .

PSSWRed

Tales from Congress

As Keith, Laura, and Larry marched to the exhibit hall, they hoped for great victory. Though secretly, Laura also hoped to find some baby powder because her armor was starting to chafe.

Tales from PSSWR, pt. 2

On Wednesday, Al finally arrived. And we were all really excited, except for the Ibex. He had been looking forward to some quality time with Laura. But Al had always carried a torch for him. Not because they were once lovers, she was just a big fan of Persian cooking. Especially Ibex kebabs.

Tales from PSSWR

On Tuesday, we all woke up to find Jenny's roommate roaming around outside, looking for berries.

"hey, Urs, is Jenny up yet?" asked Laura.

*burp* "Jenny? Nope haven't seen her since last night. Said she wanted to take a walk along the lake..."

Passing

I didn't do this earlier b/c I kept crying...Judas died last week from a very short battle with lung cancer. We just got his ashes yesterday and I realized I hadn't really posted anything about it. He was a great cat, a bit of a pain in the ass, but a great cat. Flipping me off to the end.

Just a word of advice

Apparently, one should not, under any circumstance, ever let me work on your archive. Just a word of warning. I mean, heck these people are old--er, but still I finish their archive and they just keel over. It's kind of disturbing. And naturally I didn't find out until I got to work this morning. Sure I heard about the author who died, totally missed that dancing dude though. The news didn't report it. In fact, they didn't actually report the weather either, so I'm inclined NOT to watch that program again. Grrr...

In other news, I still hate muni. It's gotten worse. I can not for any reason understand why I waited over 45 minutes for an "N" on a Saturday. Heck, there wasn't even an "L" to get on and walk the 10 blocks in the pouring rain home. Man, I hate muni. No seriously, I really hate muni. This morning the scheduling was off and I either missed my train, or I waited around a long time for my train to arrive. I'm not actually sure which it was. Any bets on how long I'll have to wait tonight to get on one? I swear I will never wait an hour and a half again. NEV-ER. They better fix this bleeping, bleep of a bleeeping problem soon! I HATE muni. At least the sun is shining today, so walking shouldn't be too bad if I have to. Fortunately I'm not wearing heels again.

PSSWR Update

Wine me. I'm so ready.

Holy Great Mutts, Batman!

While we're all still so obsessed with dogs... everybody quick go register at www.greatmutts.com and vote for the breeds you think are in my dog Lila! It's the awesomist!

Bowl of plastic combs

Yay! It's picture day!! At my JOB!!

Seriously, we're having picture day. Supprort staff is trying to figure out why they need our pictures since no one ever sees us, we're not allowed to have real business cards, and none of us is smart. A few of us even have "please don't feed the staff" signes on our rectangubles. We like to foster a happy work environment.

Anyway, here's a copy of my department's group photo:

For All the Dog Lu-vuhs

Y'all may have noticed that I have a link on my blog to the "Stuff on My Cat" site, which makes me laugh daily.

As of Monday, they're launching the sister site, Stuff On My Mutt. I immediately thought of all of you and all the little doggies (and soon-to-be-big doggies) I know that undoubtedly end up with stuff on them (because they live with you guys). If I could find a decent "Stuff" picture of Cedric or Abby, I'd submit them; but I have no doubt that you guys will be able to submit pictures of your little lovies, and won't we all be so proud?!

You realize I think of all of your animals as my fuzzy little nephews and neices... weird though that may be.

132+ Irish Bars in this Town and Not a Single Welsh One

Yes, it's true. There are over 132 Irish bars in this town and the ONLY Welsh bar closed down before I got here. GRrrr... Anyway, I shall be heading to one after work tonight to make my pilgrimage with a black and tan and maybe some corned beef and cabbage too (perhaps sushi if it's over cowded and I can't get dinner served). However, as I was riding to work on the muni this afternoon I overheard the girl next to me say, "Oh yeah, so we started at 10 this morning at Durty Nelly's and now we're heading down town toward the rest of the Irish pubs. We're going to hit them all." All 123? Man, that's a goal. I probably won't get into a pub tonight at all. Naturally she said this while wearing her shamrock deelly bobbs on her head while talking to her boyfriend and friend wearing green mardi gras beads. So I got down town totally thinking there wasn't a parade, but there so was, with Irish dancing in the middle of the steet and everything. Everyone was wearing green, silly string was flying everywhere, some even landed in coffee cups and no one really cared. To top it all off there was some Scotish dude wearing a green kilt on the street corner trying to hail a cab. What city do I live in? Are we all Irish? Why can't people celebrate St. David's Day this way? It'd be way cooler. Everyone would be wearing red, there'd be a big parade with a giant red dragon, dafodils, and leeks and the rest would pretty much all be the same except we'd all be eatting potato leek soup instead of corned beef and cabbage. Damn potato famine. But since Saint Patrick was British, Welsh even, I can't really not celebrate can I? So I'm wearing the green (though I'm not Catholic), I'm going home to pluck a whole lot of clover out of my yard (clover grows like the weed it is here) and drink several Irish brews at my local Irish pub. Happy Saint Patrick's Day Everyone!

"I HATE MUNI" a little ditty I wrote this morning.

*sing it to the tune of "brother john"

I hate muni, I hate muni,
I'll tell you why, I'll tell you why.
It dropped me off at UCSF, dropped me off at UCSF
No reason why, no reason why.

Waiting for the shuttle, waiting for the shuttle,
shuttle passes by, shuttle passes by.
Says it's not in service, what the F*** does that mean?
Want to scream and cry, want to scream and cry.

Three miles from Van Ness, three miles from Van Ness,
call my husband now, call my husband now.
Wants me to call the grandparents, the 88 year old grandparents.
Thinking of suicide, rather run and hide.

Muni car comes lumbering, muni car comes lumbering,
trucking up the street, trucking up the street.
Says the tunnel's clear now, says the tunnel's clear now,
feeling like sardines, feeling like sardines.

Pushed my way off at Van Ness, pushed my way off at Van Ness,
running down the street, running down the street.
It's a bright and sunny day here, bright and sunny day here,
It was foggy at the beach, foggy at the beach.

Sitting at my computer, sitting at my computer,
finally drinking my tea, finally drinking my tea.
Thinking of buying a bicycle, thinking of buying a bicycle
since my husband drives my car, and his truck's too big to park.

Seven miles from down town, seven miles from down town,
up and down some hills, up and down many hills.
Rethinking the bicycle, definitely axing the bicycle,
I'm stuck with muni now, stuck with muni now.

How's your day going?

PSSWR... AGAIN...

So, how freakin' lazy are we? We keep talking about the PSSWR, but have yet to plan it. Back in the Fall we were planning to do invitations and invite loads of people and make t-shirts and cds... now where are we? Nowhere. I guess what we need to do is figure out

1. Are we doing it?
2. WHEN are we doing it?
3. Who's doing it with us?
4. Extraneous other details.

I would like to, if we can get at least two or three more people to go. We don't need to rent a cabin or anything; we can just find a B&B or something. And it doesn't have to be for a week; 3-4 days would be fine with me. Anyway, I just thought I'd toss it out there again; see if we're still a go or if it'll have to be PSSWR 2008.