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well all.... don't forget to say "Rabbit, Rabbit" first thing in the morning before anything else you utter!

(and yep, i think the date went swimmingly... i had a really swell time)

NJ IS ALL UP IN THE ORANGE TODAY!

sure, it's in north jersey (like newark).... can someone say that i am happy that i moved back home?

okay so after doing a "compound lower body day" with the weight training, i then went over to my aunt and uncle's to mow the lawn...

it's been 20 years since i've mowed a lawn.

barring the fact that i flooded the mower a few times with the gas and it took half an hour to start and 3 neighbours looking at me (one of which was a woman who asked if i needed help or if i wanted to borrow their mower)... i think i kicked some ass with the gigglechick lawn mowing service.

my upper body is now growling at me though... and my lower body (compounded earlier today) is none too pleased with me... just tired... but i can tell that tomorrow the entire temple i call my body is going to be pissed.

the abs are holding off and waiting for the right time to bitch at me... they were grumbling on saturday night, but have since shut up...

the thing about mowing -- my hands still feel as if they are vibrating and holding the thing... much like when you take rollerskates/blades off and still feel as if you are flying around on wheels.

so it was about 89 degrees here today. after the mowing session (hour and a half) it looked as if i had jumped in their pool...

all i ate today was a plum, 8 pieces of sushi and half a pint of pineapple...

that's the good thing about shocking my body with all this movement... it's not all that hungry...

gonna go collapse in front of the teevee now --- i've been neglecting my couch potato duties.

not as sore as i thought i would have been today (although my hands are killing me from the mower still)

this morning got a call from saturday's boy - 2nd date confirmed for this weekend... good good!

that said, i hadn't posted a dang thing all day and i am tuckered out. worked out today, ran up to middletown (30milesish) to deposit a check (my credit union doesn't have any local branches... grrrr) and dragged Beri to the dog cleaners... oh... and watched big brother of course :)

wow... i must say that i am impressed with myself this morning... (um... erin, getting a little bit cocky, don't you think?)

i am sitting here sweating like a pig perspiring...

the morning started out with the weight training... mainly chest (woo! boobies!), shoulders and upper arms... followed by some ab work...

then i got the bright idea to actually USE the Leslie Sansone Walk Away The Pounds DVD that i've had for about a year and a half - unused... now that i have the space in my room to actually MOVE.

so i just walked a mile in my room... in about 11 minutes or something... it was actually fun! it went quickly... yes, i am starting out with just the mile so my body doesn't bitch slap me and shut down.

anyway... that said... i've lost 3.5 pounds since july 28th... not bad considering i've been chomping on cheese steaks, chicken parm, spaghetti, and cherry vanilla ice cream a good amount this week... oh, and crunchy cheez doodles...

think i'll go grab some pineapple or something now... although my body is sort of muttering "um... could you wait a bloody second before we move from this chair??"

well, that's it. i need a 12 step program for my big brother addiction.

i actually called and got through to "HouseCalls: the big brother talk show" ...

said my piece on my "twin theory" for this evening's show and was promptly shot down by marcellas (ex-HG from season 3)

i was totally tongue tied - forgot that i was waiting in queue and they said "erin you're on the air" --- so i said "hey this is gigglechick... marcellas i love you"

perhaps the lie that i told in my opening statement was what threw me offguard... not a huge fan of Marcellas... a little bit too bitchy on the GayScale... (will on bb5 has a decent amount of catty bitch in him, marc goes a little overboard and reminds me of this group of gay guys in philly who were eyeing up my friend rodney... and i was kinda heavy at that point and was slumming around wearing overalls... we were in a pizza place and Rod was uncomfortable they were staring at him... so as we were leaving i stared back at them... and we were walking down the block and the 6 guys run outside yelling & screaming "WHATCHOO LOOKIN' AT BITCH? [throw in head bob] NICE OVERALLS MINNIE PEARL! [throw in headbob and finger waggle] YOU PREGNANT?!" as well as a few other choice comments...

the thing that bothers me to this day.... minnie pearl wore dresses... and her main trademark was her hat with the pricetag on it...

come on, gay guys in philly, get your bitchy comments right before lashing out!

anyway, i digress.... marcellas reminds me of that.

(on an exercise note: walked a mile, did a bunch of leg work and abs today...)

he was a superfreak.

superfreaky.

hey all... so today started with me working out... doing the upper body weight training... good good... then i did 1 mile with that leslie sansone dvd... fantastic!
then i went to the movies and saw Little Black Book... it was cute, not great, but cute. i liked it (love ron livingston in everything)... had popcorn and a coke... then came home, felt like working out again (what the frickin' heck is going on!!??)

so i popped in the leslie sansone 2 mile walking dvd... and ACTUALLY walked 2 miles...with weights and doing a whole bunch of leg and arm things. it went quickly. i liked it a lot!

so no sooner does the chick on the dvd say "well, that's the end of our workout!" and the doorbell rings with my 1/2 sausage/ 1/2 plain large pizza...

yep. i had 4 slices. and now i feel ill... but! but! at least now i know that i can walk 2 miles with a crazy amount of exercise.... and when you think about it, i really walked a total of 3 miles today - haven't done that.....ever.

anyway. lowkey night in the gigglehouse...

yesterday i was trying to take a nap and for about half an hour i was hearing this pathetic meowing outside... as if a cat was in pain... i tried ignoring it... alas, i couldn't.

so i went downstairs.... followed the cries out to the woods... and the kitty came to me... kept rubbing up against my legs trying to weave in and out... and eh... yes... i fed it... so.... ALL BLOODY NIGHT... meow meowwww meow meowwwww under my window. the neighbours are pissed at me ("what kind of monster have you created, erin!?") --- so i posted signs up around the complex if anyone lost a cat (she/he -- i didn't check -- is really friendly, no collar, very sweet)

in fact, right now, i am hearing the meows... (i fed it again earlier - but out near the woods rather than on my back patio like i did yesterday)... see, it gets quiet for a long time and then if i yell down to mom or it hears me talking to beri out back, it starts meowing... i feel like it thinks i'm it's mama.

so.... if anyone in the monmouth/ocean county area wants a cat - sort of on the youngish side - guessing less than a year... let me know...

it's fluffy gray with a white belly (soft soft) and has little black tufts on the tips of it's ears and a big ass tail - i dunno why but it has a maine coon feel to it, but not nearly as big

wish i could take it in, but Beri will have a conniption...

the kitty kat is still hanging outside crying right now. i just made a box (with a cutout door) and towels. gave it food (kibbles and bits dog food) and water.... still crying... it tried to get in the door... crying... then i reached down and pet her/him and it purred and then licked my toes... dang thing is breaking my heart.

so i had a heart to heart with it, pleading with it to get a good night's sleep and we'd figure something out in the morning... then i shut the lights off and walked 5 feet and meooooooooooooooooow meeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooow meeeeeooooooooOOOOOOOOWW!

it's past midnight here... i live in a condo. neighbours are on top of each other...

i ran back.... "shhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and had to talk to it again... it started trying to climb the screen door... climbed it to my face level (i was kneeling) and then gave a big "MEOW! I SAID MEOW!"

so i was like "please.... please... kitten little... stop... get a good night's rest and tomorrow will be better"

"MEOW NO!"

"oh come on... please... what do you want me to do? i can't let you in, you see Beri here shaking like she wants a piece of you - even though she's never dealt with cats - and you probably need a flea and tick dip... and a bath... even though when i pet you, you weren't very grungy...get some sleep"

"mrrrrrrrreeeow! please! let me in! i'll love you forever! MEOW! MEEEEOW!"

"hold on a second. i'll be right back"

[run to fridge, find condensed milk, open can, pour into bowl]

"meeeeeeow!"

"hold on a second, let me out of the door... let me out... i can't ge--- wait! stop back up you can't come in, get your paws out of the doorway..."

[do y'all know how hard it is to carry a bowl of condensed milk through a screen door when you are trying to keep a yorkie inside and a random cat outside?? it's hard. that's why a good deal of condensed milk spilled.]

"here... try this. fill your belly and go in the box and get some rest"

"meooow... thanks..." [licking my feet again]

"okay, you're killing me, you know... i have to go to bed"

"meeeeoooooooow..." [roll on ground looking up with pleading eyes]

"go on, go drink your milk"

"meeeow okay okay"

[scuttle back into house without incident, turn lights off, walk 3 step up the stairs]

"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW MEEEEEEEEEOW MEEEEEEEEEEEEOW MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOW!"

"stop."

[allergies kick in. eyes itching. nose sniffling and sneezing. heart breaking]

quiet.

hey hey hey all... so i was out last night (2nd date. swellegant!) and then stayed over my aunt & uncle's abode -- just got home...

anyway... on the kitten front....

mom says that around 9:30pm last night there was a bang at the front door and my mom went to see what it was and she saw 2 cats running like hell... didn't see if it was "our" cat -- but ever since then, the kitty hasn't meowed at all.

the kitty hadn't been in front of our condo these past few days - it's been in the back... so it'd be somewhat odd if she was in front... smart cat if she could tell which condo was ours.

i am slightly saddened. slightly relieved.

as far as me giving the cat condensed milk and kibbles & bits... that was all i had onhand. one night of it wouldn't kill it... besides, before i went on the date last night, i ran out to the WaWa and got a box of Meow Mix...

so now i have a frickin' full box of cat food in the cupboard.

today's the Haskell... totally jealous that my date went to it today (haha) smarty jones had been slated to run in it, but has since retired... it would have been keen to see ol' SJ run... oh well...

and i have to do a birthday shout out to one of my favourite stalkers!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKE!!!

just walked 2 miles (with weights) in half an hour... yay!
then i did some lower body weight training stuff and ab work...

funny thing, yesterday was the first day in 11 days that i hadn't worked out at all... and i felt guilty and like i was missing something. how wacky is that? i actually am craving exercise.

sick.

the original has passed. the monkey's off her back.

well, did the 2 mile walk thang today as well as upper body weight training... eh... then i had mozzarella sticks and a cheese steak sub :)

perhaps it defeats the purpose slightly...

whatever, one thing at a time. one thing at a time.

of course, right now, i feel ill from all the heavy food.

my buddy, johnny storm, fancypants flashboy extraordinaire, has started to jot down some tips of the flash trade.... so get 'em while they're hot...

headache from hell. been sleeping all day. had headache since monday night. only when i stand up. shooting pain on right side of head. tomorrow i have an interview (recruiter) hoping i can get likkered up on excedrin but so far, the excedrin, the allergy meds and the ice packs aren't doing squat. i never get headaches.

waaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.

that said. how y'all doin?

so i am about 99.999% finished with my portfolio site - finished enough that i am comfortable showing it in interviews... one of which i have tomorrow morning and another - that i am quite excited about - that is being set up for next week.

(no i don't have the sketchy stuff up in the "silliness" section, but that's just my own personal crap that i'll throw in there at some point)

so, as i said, we haven't seen the kitty since saturday.
tonight, one of the neighbor kids, i think he's like 11 or so, maybe younger, i can't tell ages of kids... anyway, my mom saw the kid peering in the front window...
she went to the door and asked "are you looking for me?"

and he said "is your daughter home?"

(sounds like i have an 11 year old suitor, doesn't it?)

anyway, i was upstairs, working on the portfolio and nursing my frigging headache (still there. wtf!?)

he told my mom that he (and his family) took the cat in and have welcomed her into their family... YAY! i was worried about that goofy kit. apparently, the family is totally happy and the kitten is playful as all get out... and here's the kicker, the kitty doesn't want to go outside. poor kit was traumatized out there i suppose.

it's a win/win situation.

right now, i am hoping to pass out soon since i have to get up for a 10am appointment in woodbridge.

i still have a headache.

hey hey. so i had the interview at the recruiter... just a buncha yapping and didn't even have to show my portfolio (the "real world" one, not my web one)

then came the testing. they didn't tell me there'd be testing. i don't test well.

anyway, apparently i kicked ass on the illustrator test (got an 86 out of 100) and got an 81 on the photoshop test...

the bloody dreamweaver test - didn't have any bloody visuals and there were people yapping and clicking and talking on their cell phones in the testing area (SHUT UP!) so i got a friggin' 56 on the dreamweaver. whatever. i know that i can code. the design programs are my forte and what i should be judged on anyway...

so i'm not freaking out. no big deal.

(just ate mcdonald's #3 meal -- they stopped supersizing! -- was craving it and figured what the hell... miraculously enough, my headache went away as soon as i had mcd's... you might say "well, it's because you ate that you lost your headache..." au contraire mon frere... the past couple of days i've eaten a lot and still had a pounding head... i guess this means that the only prescription is more cowbell a quarter pounder with cheese - plain - with fries & a coke)

okay so, my cousin fran moved to Marathon Key 2 years ago.
about 3 weeks ago, my cousin Kerry moved in with Fran.
about 2 months ago my friend Linda moved to Marathon Key as well.
2 weeks ago, my aunt and uncle went down to Marathon Key - til aug 18 - to hang with Kerry and Fran

eh... now friggin' Hurricane Charley is paying them a visit... with 105mph winds.

trying to talk Kerry into evacuating... she sounds kinda shaken up down there.

she HAD to move there during Hurricane Season!?!?

okay. it's been a while since i've farked. and my eldest stalker gave me a total fark account :) ......so if ya' wanna go vote, check 'em out...

okay. the hurricane charley update.

kerry and linda evacuated from marathon key yesterday. arrived in Homestead, FL last night around 8pm - yes. THAT homestead, florida wiped out by Hurricane Andrew... they brought Franklyn (cousin Fran's dalamatian) and Mel (ker's multipoo) and stayed over.

Cousin Fran stayed in Marathon... not for nothing, he has a trailer/mobile home thing. although i think he stayed at his boss' place which is a sturdy cement building.

Aunt Judy and Uncle Fran were on the beach in Naples, but drove over to Hollywood FL yesterday to get the hell outta dodge.

this morning, apparently, Linda left the motel and drove back to Marathon. Kerry - the smart one - is still hanging out safe and sound (although there are tornado warnings)

My Uncle Val and his wife, MaryLou, are over in Naples... in not all that sturdy structures (decent, but not cement-type of places)

the winds of Charley have been clocked between 145mph and 162mph --- and hasn't made landfall - about a few minutes away from hitting Placida, FL... and the fort myers area (we used to go to Pink Shell every winter when i was a kid... used to be bungalows, but it's crazy built up now)

anyway... to all y'all in Florida today, stay safe! stay dry! and what the heck are you doing on the computer!??!

be well.

am watching the olympics' opening ceremony right now (loved it... thought it was pretty dang cool and they haven't evven lit the torch)... but ChasingTheDollar left a comment which reminded me that i forgot to post this today for the floridians...

grab your tootsie roll, baby!

Female 34, 5' 6", 181 lb BMI=29.2 RMR=1,538

Golf - driving range
185 calories in 45 min

Weight Lifting - free weights or machine, moderate
123 calories in 30 min

Walking - 4 mph
205 calories in 30 min

(got the calculations off of caloriesperhour.com

so it's pretty gray out today.charley's making his way up here... probably see him tonight... bastard. have a date tonight... possibly going bowling & dinner... or to the driving range (but the sky looks like it's gonna dump buckets soon, so i am gonna bet we won't be hitting the DR)

just did my 2 mile indoor walking dvd - i haven't worked out since frickin' tuesday - before my headache knocked me for a loop... then i had mcdonald's on thursday and then pigged out like a freak on friday... took all i could muster to get my ass up and do something today... ya' see, gray, rainy, hurricane-threatening days make me wanna just hunker down under my comforter and sleep.

but now i feel good. happy. energized. sweaty, eh, perspiring i mean... and am about to jump in the shower.

how are y'all in florida and the carolinas today?!?! anyone? (gonna guess that y'all that were hit may not have power, so, odds are y'aren't on here now)

eh. not hopping in shower yet. the sky has dumped on us and it's thundering & lightning... not all that keen on being electrocuted when nekkid then slipping in the tub and cracking my skull

*sigh*

mother of pearl! i have sneezed non-stop for the past 18 hours. not sure if it's allergies (odds are they are... seeing as the frigging cigarette smoke from a gigglemom who will remain nameless & smokes 3.5 packs a bloody day is effing choking me and i am allergic to smoke)

but last night, it was raining and my date and i went to the driving range and then to dinner, but walking out of the restaurant it was rainy and i may have caught a frickin' cold. we'll see.

how y'all doing? i am quite whiny.

oh yeah, as i sit here whining, sneezing and being a sloth as i eat chinese leftovers while watching the olympics at 1:30am, this fellow blogger (2 sites -- 1 & 2) from jersey is actually at the olympics... let me clarify... he's IN the olympics... you may not understand me... he's actually swimming in athens... no, i don't mean in a pool at some swanky old grecian hotel... i mean in the friggin' olympic pool, and they won't kick him out for trespassing.

(not to mention there are some tasty Lenny Krayzelburg and michael phelps photos in his album that make me feel like a dirty old 34 year old chick.)

remind me to go to the pool tomorrow and do a lap... doggy paddle.

(nothing to sniff at either is christy pearce from point kicking the ball around the olympics again)

the good thing about not working at the moment is, besides the lethargic behaviour of watching the big brother live feeds 24/7, i can now watch the olympics on NBC, MSNBC, BRAVO, USA and, well, i think that's it, because i only took one year of spanish when i was 16, so that's not gonna help me with watching the olympics on telemundo...

am likkered up on buckets of fruit... and more buckets of special K vanilla almond cereal right now...

that said. i have to go to sleep. gotta mow the lawn at my aunt and uncle's tomorrow...

hmmmm.

nap or walk 2 miles?
nap or walk 2 miles?

walk 2 miles or lay on bed whilst watching the world's athletes compete with rippling abs and 0% body fat?

nap.**

the clear winner.

(just watched the cross country section of the 3 day event [that's equestrian, kids] and am mildly depressed -no, wait, maybe that's not the right word... wistful. yes. wistful. i get like that every time i watch equestrian stuff... tomorrow's the stadium jumping portion... and i keep thinking back to when i was a kid and in pony club...)

** i have to go mow the lawn in an hour or two (or three) so, it's not like i am a complete candidate for chronic fatigue syndrome........ yet.

blaargh!:
((shudder))

whoa, cool!:

gotta go pick my aunt & uncle up from the atlantic city airport at 10:30pm... eh, i am leaving around 5pm...

that should give me enough time to drive down, win about $100,000 and pick them up...

right?

(just as long as william h. macy doesn't sit down next to me at roulette - just saw that flick this afternoon)

well, atlantic city kicked my ass... not to mention, my aunt & uncle's flight was supposed to leave ft. lauderdale at 7:35pm and get in at 10:05pm... by 7:40pm, they hadn't gotten on the flight... delayed...the original flight in from atlantic city was running late... by 9pm, they were still waiting... by 10:37pm, the Spirit Airlines plane had a problem with their landing gear, so they had to wait for another plane which the would board at 11:30pm... they got in at 2:15am...

got down to atlantic city at quarter to 7pm... i went to trump marina... was up $400 by 9:10pm, when i was supposed to leave and pick them up at the airport... so as i was ready to walk out the door with my winnings, i figured i'd call and check my messages (at this point i didn't know they were delayed)... so i check them... find out the news, go back in.

lose some cash at roulette... only $40

go back to effing slots...

up. down. up. down. down. down. up... down..

11:15pm - talk to aunt judy.

11:16pm - hit the ATM for some cash

11:17pm - hit for $100 on the "5xPay" slot thingamabob

11:30pm - wielding my ATM card at the kiosk again...

11:55pm - call aunt judy to see if she got on the plane - no answer, so they are on it.

12:15am - standing, once again, at ATM kiosk... using same prayer/closed eye/mantra technique that i use at the slot machines... COME ON.... HIT! get $60 out... sickening feeling in stomach begins to fester.

12:45am - decide to take a break - erm, let me clarify, the poker machines decide that i should take a break by scarfing up my cash... i head to get Comp for dinner... go and have prime rib/baked potato/asparagus.... tradition to have expensive food when about to become homeless.

1:20am - back at the ATM... ask for $100. denied. request $80. denied. tried for $60.. nope... attempted $40... un-uh... $20? hell yeah!

1:31am - sit down at the original machine from when i walked in the joint... hit for $150! feed the machine a bit more, cash out with $91.25. give half to gigglemom - didn't i mention she was with me?

1:38am - what the hell. going for broke. went to dollar machines (i was at quarters all night.) got a 5x the pay & a cherry = $50! woo~!

1:41am - cutting it close, have to get out and drive to airport at this time, but don't. feed $5 machine my $50...

1:48am - sickening feeling hits lower intestine.

1:50am - get car. speed to airport.

2:00am - pull up in front of terminal praying aunt judy & uncle fran aren't waiting outside.

2:10:15am - aunt judy & uncle fran walk out doors with others who were on the flight.

the only thing perfect was the timing at the end.

i blame Spirit Airlines for me losing a, eh, "bit" of money... *sigh*

got home around 3:15am... sat up to watch the men's individual gymnastics final til 5am... yay for paul hamm!!!!!

am dead dog tired. recruiter called me at 10am with hint of a gig... not bad not bad. hopefully Lady Luck will be better to me with the job hunt now that i've started it.

gots me one of them interviews on monday afternoon... legit place. in monmouth county. sounds great! wish me luck (i have to drag my suit to the cleaners)

is it wrong for me to become smitten with This Kid
and how cute would the name thing be... erin... aaron...

sure, he's 13 years younger than me, but if ashton and demi can make it, then......

well, i suppose i am still too damned lazy to stalk anyone properly... now if i found out his AIM address, i'd be able to still be a decent sloth stalker...

if that falls through, i guess i can change course and move to baltimore and hang out at Pete's eating my way to a weight gain record... but that might defeat the purpose.

ha. ah, i suppose i'll stick with the landlubbers here at the shore.

gigglechickosis

[snagged blatantly from susan....]

the sun finally is out after what seems to be weeks of gray hovering overhead. think i may venture over to the pool and try to rekindle my tan...

if he does get elected, i want him do do his entire term as Frank Sinatra.

as long as this won't be part of his platform, i'm cool.

y'know... my mother ran for governor once.......... once.

hmmmm... i've been fiddling with getting my stats stuff all set up within my portfolio site, and for some reason (still in process of checking the rest) my resume page is giving me this error.... not sure if it's because of the code i slapped in there (found right after the body tag) or what... because it hasn't been happening to me at all til 10 min ago. anyone know what the heck is going on with this? or if you could take a gander at the source code that'd be swellegant of ya' - not sure if there's also a css file error thang or not as well (dreamweaver's growling at me, i think it's sick of me working in it for the past few hours... yep, kids, that was my friday night.)

thanks!

(probably just a simple fix, but it's bloody 1:38am and i should be in bed, not trying to figure out code errors...)

update: i was googling (because google is my friend) the stack overflow thang and came up with this message board... it all pieces together perfectly. this friggin' week i've been hijacked like crazy... thought today i was okay... til now... plus it's only happening in IE, not Netscape (god i need to get back on a mac again) gonna try and run adaware and see if all goes swell... if not, i may still need your eyes.

NEVERMIND.: did another google search this time adding the "4" into the fray and came up with this answer . funny that my stat thang is indextools.

if the problem was any more blatant, the damned code would have reached out of the monitor, grabbed me by the shoulders and shaken me til i passed out.

dum-dum (hey! that's me!) doubled up on the stat script... totally freaked the page out...

all's swell and i am scuttling off to bed now

tonight have a date (4th) and we're heading over to see jim florentine

i could swear that he used to perform at the laughing bean in red bank about 10 years ago or so (along with jim norton) -- this teeny little coffee shop that had a mike and a brick wall...

oh so long ago.

so, the latest contest on fark is:

Godzilla turns 50. Photoshop him in any other classic movie.
Difficulty: No Bambi.

go vote! or see the voting results

Theme: Make Olympic sports you'd actually watch.

olympic 300m cult leader skull grip

go vote. or view voting results...

(and yes. i snagged the original image from goldblatt's album)

by the way - good date last night - as i said, we went to see jim florentine - opening for him was don jamison, who used to play at the laughing bean open mic a decade ago with jim... fun fun.

right now i am likkered up on 2 claritins, a midol and a cheese steak and pink lemonade.

stupid allergies. been sneezing and headachy all day. must get rid of said allergies before tomorrow's interview. really wouldn't be keen to have a sneeze fit all over the person interviewing me, call me crazy, but i think they've probably covered the "don't sneeze, cough or spray bodily fluids on the person who may hire you" rule in a few interview tips books.

anyway... i'm wiped out from 12 hours of my nose freaking out on me.

so fark had us photoshopping a spinning ferris wheel

go vote
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so i had an interview today.... i think that it went well, not sure... see, i was nervous... and what happens when i get nervous, kids? yep. bad jokes and rambling occurs. *sigh*

i want this gig. they have an office dog (jack russell puppy) and the people i met with seem like swell eggs!!!! really swell eggs! plus they have some decent sounding clients!

the it guy was asking me slight code questions... i know this stuff, i just sorta froze though... not totally frozen, but, nervous blank head sort of frozen. ya' ever get that?

and i said "well, i know how to code, you know, html, css, a little javascript, etc etc, but i haven't done real fancypants coding"

fancypants.

i must have said fancypants about a dozen bloody times over the hour and 20 minute interview.

fancypants.

then i was asked what i wanted from a company... and here's where my vocabulary took a siesta... "well, i want to be at a place where i'm not stagnant, and a place that keeps me occupied... wait, not occupied... i mean challenged, yes. challenged...."

not to mention the comment that i had:

"well, i'd like... and this is gonna sound hokey... i'd like to be at a company where it's like a good marriage... not like, walk down the aisle marriage, but someplace where i'll be happy for a long time"

hokey? marriage? y'all don't need me to have a webcam to be able to tell that i am shaking my head in disgust at myself.

oh well, what's done is done. take me as i am. hoping that they at least bring me in to freelance so i can prove that i will be a kickass asset (*a kickasset) to their agency.

so, everyone... i need you to cross your fingers, click your heels 3 times, clap your hands and sing "give erin the job!!!" at the top of your lungs!

i've farked again. this time had to photoshop this image

kinda happy with how this turned out (took 15 minutes)

go vote if ya' want (or can)
or check out the voting results...

i am totally addicted to farking... i know i know, that sounds awful...

but... the contest is:
Photoshop characters from two different cartoons in their first meeting.

vote, or view the results

(nice that some folks are snagging my images and adding things to it :) kinda flattering)

oh. dear. god.
something horrible, unthinkable, unimaginable is happening...

my teevee is dying.

yes. you heard me. dying.

eh, see, first off, it's 9 years old.

secondly, i have my cable box, vcr, dvd player and 2 candles sitting atop of it... and about a month ago i heard a "CRACK!"...

there's a big crack in the top of the teevee... yes. i did what i thought was the only option at the time: duct tape.

alas, my teevee is sputtering... showing about 10 seconds of picture and sound, then freaking out, blacking out for up to 6 seconds then showing picture & sound, then having a seizure and choking every 2 seconds... then it calms down and i have about 3 minutes to try and figure out what just happened on a show... not that keen when watching races on the olympics.

poor tele. he's served me well... unfortunately, til i get a new gig, i can't get a tv...

do you realize what a life without television will be like for me!?!?!

DO YOU?!?

*sigh*

/ going though premature withdrawal.

the thing is, i just noticed that it's August 25th....

gosh i miss him so much.

i love will ferrell.

[snagged off of paulkatcher.com]

(* keep in mind this is NOT a political site. i posted this for the humour aspect. no right/left quibbling drivel allowed here please. thanks. there's enough of it polluting the teevee and elsewhere, don't need it infiltrating my blog)

had an interview this afternoon, went pretty well. used "fancypants" only once...
.....

odd thing. yesterday i had a dream about my former neighbour's crabapple tree...

i haven't lived there since 1993...and i haven't eaten any of their crabapples since i was 10...

tonight, out of the blue, a stranger had found my site - i guess looking for a designer here at the shore, asked me to design a logo, etc. etc. long story short, we realized how small a world it is... she's married to one of crabapple neighbour's sons...

odd how dreams tie into things, isn't it!?

Contest: Photoshop this sod-roofed house

not my best, but for 2am quick and dirty...

hey, i FINALLY played on a golf course today!!!!

hole 1: 7
hole 2: 7
hole 3: 5
hole 4: 5
hole 5: 9
hole 6: 5
hole 7: 4
hole 8: 3
hole 9: 5

i know it was only 9 holes... but i think shooting a 50 on 9 holes for the first time ever playing on a course (and not the driving range) was pretty decent in my opinion!!!

the tournament is less than 3 weeks away. ack!

my date and i are talking about playing 9 holes or something tomorrow... we'll see if the rain holds off or not... now i really wanna play again!!!!

good afternoon all!!!

once again, i've been farking around this week and this contest just went live, so if ya' wanna vote - i went a little loopy and posted 4 entries this week...

contest: Farkette stacyrings' dad just released from hospital for heart surgery. Let's photoshop him to welcome him home

ozzy seems to be doing the best out of my pshops - for now

go vote....... or view the results thus far...

(there's a ton of entries - so my innocent little pshops need your help!)

*** the two larger ones are resized and scrunchy on here - look much better on the fark page.

hmmmm wait. that didn't sound right... mike and i went out for crabs with the guy who set us up and his wife (good eggs)

whoa. i used a name. yeah. really don't have an acronym for him yet... and no, i am not gonna call him crab boy.

i look like i have a moonface in that picture.

that said. had a few beers. gonna go pass out - just wanted those of ya' who've been emailing me and commenting with queries about the "date" over the past 5 weeks... well, that's him.

:)

contest: Photoshop Fark's favorite food person, Alton Brown, in his crazy green space suit

playing off the dude from yesterday - i did the cartoon effect again and added a little.

view the results. the pshop is doing quite well (if i win this one, it'll be 3 images that i've done this week that have come in 1st place... of course, i don't get anything, just people going "ohhh..hahah")

can you beat 62,396?

[snagged off fark from heamer]

[UPDATE: 67,580]

totally addicted to the cartoon effect.

i'm heading in tomorrow!

what the hell am i talking about!??!

well, i am gonna be freelancing at the fancypants/office dog place starting tomorrow!!! yay!!

thank you all for crossing your fingers, clicking your heels and clapping your hands!!! i know you looked silly, but it helped!

BEST PART (besides the obvious work/design/paycheck thing): i will be back on a macintosh at this place!!! of course, now that i've grown accustomed to the damned pc and it's goofy hotkeys, i am gonna have to relearn the mac ones. just like riding a bike though... just like riding a bike.

hmmmm... start date is now wednesday... that's okay... i have some stuff to get organized around here and all that tomorrow anyway...

(just went out and got a couple outfits and stuff, and washed my car... that's done, so cool... dandy...)

well, i suppose that this is my last weeknight for (hopefully) a long time that i will be awake this late (eh, although, even when i was working at my old job, i was up this late, but you understand my point, right?)

got some stuff organized today, washed and vacuumed (and cleaned the trunk of) my car - 30 seconds later it rained, but it was still clean and had a fighting chance...

i suppose i will scuttle off to bed... and give the bags under my eyes a fighting chance as well.

just went to the driving range and hit 250 balls... mainly focused on my irons... i've been neglecting them when at the range (*possibly the reason why i was able to drive the ball from the tee to the green on one of the holes last week at the course)

anyway... i've corrected some issues i've had with my irons and am at peace with them now... especially my 6 iron... man, i love that bad boy (7 is my friend as well... and 9.... the others i am warming up to...)

but my 6 i was able to hit 130yards straight and consistantly today, so i am happy...

it's 2 weeks to the day today... for what? for the dang wplj charity golf tournament... at royce brook... no idea whether i'm playing the east course or the west course... yikes!

T-minus 10 hours and 8 minutes til the new gig...

butterflies enter stage left.