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hey hey... don't forget to rabbit, rabbit first thing when you wake up!

son of a *****! i can't install that anti-spam thing for another couple of days (til the paypal stuff transfers over to my bank account --- as well as my paycheck kicking in on friday...)

so far today i've had to clean up about 280 spam comments. bastards.

tired. going to pass out now... anyone wanna place a wager on whether or not i'll remember to rabbit rabbit?

for those of you wagering that i would NOT say rabbit rabbit, congratulations. Beri started barking uncontrollably at me and i said "oh come on! shush!" instead of "rabbit rabbit"

guess it'll be a tibbar tibbar evening.

at least i've set my vcr to tape tom brokaw's last newscast on the Nightly News. (i love brokaw)

well, I received a couple of gifts in the mail yesterday from one of my best stalkers (the wishlist is a wonderful thing)... one being a leather case for my treo so it's nice and cozy and somewhat safe from the elements as I am typing on it...

the other being a cd that I listened to 3/4 of this very morning...

what cd? what cd may actually be gracing my eardrums? well, it feels really surreal typing that I am enamoured by william shatner's "has been".

yes. shatner. cap'n kirk. tj hooker. denny whateverhisname is.

william "rocketman" shatner.

the cd is amazing... ben folds doesn't hurt by playing on it (fantastico!)

so it's a great morning. seriously. I may not have rabbit2x and I may have had gigglemom screaming at me for 25 minutes as I got ready (included running the water downstairs as I was in the shower... see, she thinks that'll turn the water ice cold... but that only happens if you do it from the faucet upstairs)

because she was growling incessantly at me like a madwoman, it made me leave the house by 7:09am... no, I wasn't gonna make the 7:20 train, but I was a good 20 min early for the 7:51...

of course, it figures that no one was leaf-peeping in front of me when I wasn't in a rush (no worries, I wasn't holding anyone else up behind me by not speeding)

had to buy a $88.50 weekly pass last night because I don't have the $291 for the monthly til friday... so at least I was all set with that.

anyway... to sum the morning up... shatner saved me. melting away the gigglemom screeches and washing away the stress of failing to make the earlier train.

I need to get headphones so I can listen to music at work...

that's about it... we'll see if the Shatner Serenity lasts after I switch trains in long branch in 4 minutes...

::: plunked in on my treO:::

well the joy of shatner has dissapated along with the loud-mouthed women who got on at little silver.

my industrial strength earplugs actually cannot drown the one high-pitched bitch (yeah. I said it) out.

I seriously want to go over to them and stand there and scream in their faces... "YOU MAY BE BLOODY AWAKE BY CHOICE. THE REST OF US ARE AWAKE BECAUSE OF YOUR TALKING ABOUT LONG BRANCH SCHOOLS, HANNUKAH AND EPSTEIN FRIGGING BARR!"

shut up.

and yes. I think I need an ipod.... or a tranquilizer dart gun for the commute.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

are you effing kidding me? freaky burly balding ponytail guy across the aisle from annoying women is now joining in their conversation (which had moved from epstein barr to shopping.. to wine stains on gloves and soaking them in a bathtub and someone with big feet who wears a bomber jacket....)

now Boisterous Bob has piped in on their conversation about taxes.

william shatner, take me away... please....

and now I have Teenager Snapping Gum sitting next to me.

Annoying Woman #1 is talking about Tivo and tom brokaw.... how dare you, Blathering Barbara... how dare you speak his name.

okay. I am blogging right now in a desperate attempt to save lives.... because I am becoming Michael Douglas in Falling Down.

are you sure choking or throwing heavy items at someone is a crime?

::: plunked in on my treO:::

so. for a few days i am a guest blogger over at susan's while she's hightailed it outta dodge... go visit. say hello. be nice, wipe your feet and don't get mud on the couch.

cool... just got an email stating that i won the "product giveaway" for december 1st on transithell... go figure...

wow... wow wow! thank you to one of my favourite stalkers!!! a victoria's secret e-gift card!!? are you kidding me?!? i thank you so much and my "girls" thank you even more!!!

(ps. i forgot to tibbar, tibbar. arrrgh)

well the commute HAD been chugging along.... the RRE actually was somewhat palatable from manasquan up until south amboy.

we're stuck at the station here because of "police activity"...

is it on the train? no idea. could be.

passengers are getting restless and now sitting on my left is the fucking outbreak monkey in a business suit.

he got on at s. amboy and has now had a phlegmy half-cough (as if he's trying to hide it) and every 5 seconds there's a *gurgle* *choke* *hack*

I am ready to gag. I understand that being sick is horrible... but dude, take some effing dayQuil... I am going to have to swig 3 glasses of Airborne just to attempt to beat the plague that's spreading.

okay we're moving now. apparently the police were called onboard to "remove some unruly passengers"

can they call the CDC to haul this guy away when we hit woodbridge?

::: plunked in on my treO:::

well, i've been caught cheating. i mean i think the relationship can be salvaged, but he saw me yesterday stepping out on him...

see, yesterday i bought my coffee at the deli on the other corner.

today i went to my regular coffee guy in the tin cart on the corner closest to work and he was pouring my coffee and said accusingly:

"where were you yesterday. i saw you, but you did not buy the coffee here."

eh... i think he and i will be on a talk show soon...

"hot coffee on the side and the coffee guy's whose heart you're breakin'"

***UPDATE***

in response to some comments, i take my coffee seriously, too. in fact my normal coffee guy's cups had been leaking... and now that i stayed away for a day and he saw me with another coffee guy's cup, well, he actually had new non-leaky cups...

see, it's like i was playing "The Rules: Time-Tested Secrets for Capturing the Heart of Your Coffee Guy"

that's why he's paying more attention and has changed his cups...

Now if it were the other way around and i had to tell my coffee dude that i only want milk in my java (i don't have to tell him because he has my coffee made for me by the time i get to the cart's window, just saying hypothetically)...

if i had to tell him everyday, and if he didn't notice that i wasn't there or anything, well then i think i'd have to start reading "When Your Coffee Guy's Just Not That Into You"

well I am on the 9:01pm train heading to 'squan.

just had a company dinner (caramelized onion tart. gnocchi with braised short rib. apple tart. 2 oatmeal stouts)

all was swellegant. til I saw I had voicemail from 4pm....

the car insurance place... the one I had just switched over to... well they called to inform me - with no specific reason stated - that I am NOT insured.

what the eff? I sent them the check a week & a half ago. $285. no they haven't cashed it. but they wait til NOW to tell me I am not insured? why?

so I have a call into them and also my ins. agent.

I am none too pleased.
dinner was really nice though... went to jasper here in the city...

what the hell am I gonna do? I've never NOT had car insurance when I've had a car... bastards.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

okay so for the past hour and a half I've been freaking out thinking i'm not insured.

I just listened to the guy's message again SIX times...

I think-i'm not positive- but I THINK he said "you 'ave nahsured nitey nigh blagh cheboulet cabaleer"

don't know WHY I might have been confused...

*ahem*

I am going to assume he said "you have insured '99 chevrolet cavalier"

frigging killing me.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

hey all. i got home just a little while ago... right now i am checking out that "expression engine" thing... thought it was $99... apparently that was just the bloody upgrade... which i am willing to shell out the cash for the fancypants version (thanks to the generous donations made by a bunch of you, i did make it to $49... so thanks!!) but from what i understand now, it's not letting me buy the $99 one because i didn't have a previous version - although, and maybe i am just having a short in my brain - i thought it said that it could be used even if you were using another publishing tool... ie MT.

that said... my moblog thing, the thing that's keeping me from lunging at the other passengers on the train as i type into my treo... well... i don't think i can use the EE thing to blog from my treo... it gives me a choice of blogger, MT or metaweblog...

right now i am very very tired and can't wrap my noggin around this tech/blog stuff...

at least today i only had to delete 400-ish spam comments.

ah... at the moment i am sitting here listening to the velvet-voiced paul katcher on the radio in san antonio...

ah, mr. paul... catching the fame of the seinfeld bandwagon... and to think we knew him back in "the day"...

so yesterday, my buddy neil had a baby (actually his wife did...HAHAHA) she's beautiful... good stuff...

there's the birth.

school... eh... i graduated college in '92... so nothing to report

work... yesterday was busy as sin at the office... and today i am painting... again.

death... unfortunately, the founder of the belmar saint patrick's day parade - the chairman, dave stanley, he passed away... (here's a pic. he's on the left.)

so i am meeting jude and kerrie (not sure if kathy will be meeting up) to go to the wake tonight...

so december 3rd was a mixed bag... happiness for neil and sadness for dave...

"i didn't care for this one at all. it kind of bore me to tears. sorry maybe you could be a little more funny and not so boring."

says: margwhee at December 4, 2004 02:34 PM

hmmmm.. so sorry that my post about someone i know dying "kind of bore[sic]" you to tears, margwhee...

i guess after looking at your yahoo profile it does seem as if you are living life to it's fullest and know what's boring or not... perhaps you should write your own blog instead of critiquing others...

that said... so sorry i wasn't your little dancing laughter monkey when discussing a friend's death and another friend's birth moment.

margwhee.

anyone have a problem with the "humour" in this post?

(i suggest you go grab a towel, because this one was dripping with sarcasm)

In a message dated 12/5/2004 1:41:17 A.M. Eastern Standard Time, margwhee@yahoo.com writes:

"Apparently you can not take honest adult critisism maybe you are not old enough to accept that some people do tell you what they think about things. I am one of those people."

eh... i've already written my comment back to her (mind you, i've had a few guinness after the wake... and i am surly and i am sad, but most of all i am pissed...)

oh? you call commenting on someone's online journal that something isn't funny enough: "adult critisism"[sic]

honey, my friend just died. i was posting about that. i was not trying to be "funny"

how dare you, you pathetic lump.

by the way, if you are going to comment with "adult" wisdom.... learn how to spell

- erin

anyone else want to have send a few comments to "Margwhee"?????

be my guest.

and yes... i suggested that she learn to spell things correctly before shitting on other's journals.

(not that i really care what this POS has to say to me, but it's a nice venting exercise...)

did i mention that gigglemom grounded me this weekend. yes. grounded. i am 34. i had to fight to go to the wake last night (i feel like uncle junior on house arrest wanting to go to funerals.)

look over to the left.

rescue me.

hey... quick question... have any of you ever donated bone marrow - or have people in your lives who have?

i've been thinking of doing so for years... the only thing detering me is the idea of it messing my back up even more...

how long are you incapacitated? like can you go back to work relatively quickly?

let me know... i am really serious about this...

wow i've yet to post all day. was swamped at work and then i was IMing a friend on the train this morning and tonight so i didn't get a chance to write...

thanks to all y'all who've posted about donating bone marrow... i do believe i'll be signing up... soon...

i'm just called to book the open mic on thursday. no idea what the hell i am going to talk about. i have no bloody idea where my tape recorder is. dammit. looks like i am winging things on thursday (if i actually get a call back from gladys saying that i am in...)

anyway... kinda excited to get back up onstage... haven't been up since october of 2003... yeah, it's been that long...

there's like a huge part of my brain that's saying "what are you nuts? you haven't written anything in 2 years..."

then there's the other part that's like "um. what. the. feck. do. you. think. you've. been. doing? picking your nose on gigglechick.com? suuuure, margwhee thinks you suck, but who the hell cares. go out there and own the stage."

so i am listening to that one. no idea what to discuss... odds are, the commute may rise to the top of the list.... now where the hell did i put my tape recorder...?

in the past - since november 6, 1999 when i first stepped onstage- i've always had a set routine... thursday, i'm winging it...

the toughest crowds are open mics... mainly because they are full of other comics who don't want to admit anyone else is funnier than they are :)

that said. i have to go to bed. gotta get up wayyy early... pack a bag, wash my hair, catch the 7:21am at the latest...

then tomorrow night, PeeWee and I are heading out to the Beacon to see BNL (that'd be the barenaked ladies, folks) and i am staying in the city... yay... wednesday morning... commute-free!!

well i just had to stand for the last half an hour of my commute... whatever... hey, it could be worse... could have started the morningout like this woman....

and i really need to get to bed at, like, 5:30pm so i can wake up at 5:30am...

and would real canadians wear this damned t-shirt? i would assume sporting a different canadian thing would fool those crazy europeans better* like a molson or celene dion shirt.... well, no one should wear a celene dion shirt...

*kidding. y'all aren't crazy.

um... okay. so this is a glowing endorsement for kids who should go to a driving range...

so does anyone out there know anything about how to go about getting your book published by a "real live" publisher? word on the street is you need and agent... and word on the street is you need a book deal to get an agent (one of those sticky wickets)

anyway - i've been writing a book. no i am not telling the subject matter at this point in time...

it's funny. it's sarcastic. it's real life.

and i am going to need to figure out the first steps.. otherwise *gasp* i will have to self-publish it... and i have layouts in it that i am not sure will fly in a self-publishing house thingamabob...

so if you have any answers... shoot me an email: gigglechick AT gmail DOT com

good morning all! well i have to say a hearty thanks to peewee who allowed me to crash on her aerobed last night and enjoy a 6 minute commute from her apartment to my office...

we went to see the barenaked ladies' show at the beacon... really great time... then we went to yogi's and drank... i kinda feel as if i've commuted today because i am dawg tired, but i am not growly and stressed...

is it wrong for me to have thoughts of killing her, hiding the body, grabbing the keys and taking over her apartment? yes. i suppose it's a little off... no worries, PW, i shan't "strangle" you or whatnot...

heh.

anyway, i received an interesting email (between the spam emails... *shaking my fist* bastards...) as i was saying - an interesting email from Robert... that contained an article from the star ledger

For another $1,400 a year, these commuters on NJ Transit are guaranteed seats and quiet

it sounds lovely, like an oasis in the middle of the black hole of calcutta, alas, the 7:11am outta long branch and the 5:33pm outta penn are too early for me to:

a) wake up for
b) leave work early for...

and i am a little taken back by the $1400 fee on top of things... i already dole out $291 a month... and i mean, what would i write about if there wasn't a little riff-raff? the hot, well-mannered unmarried guy in a business suit that is intelligent enough to pay a little extra for comfort??? i mean, come on... why would i wr... wait... hot guy who's smart and wears a suit and isn't a jackhole on the train????? they have those?

and they're all contained in one private car? okay.... screw the "house downpayment fund" tonight i am going to start the "help gigglechick regain her sanity and meet a non-jackass guy in the private car fund" (i may rework the title of that fund...)

*sigh*

well after 24 hours commute-free, I am now sitting in one of the crammed end seats... it would've been fine if it was just me and the other woman (slim, nicely dressed, no perfume)....

but no.

a pregnant korean girl holding 4 huge bags - one of which is filled with the "lovely" odor of kim chee (i swear to you) another that just frigging spilled some weird ass bunch of vegetables (bok choi maybe? I have no idea EXCEPT to notice that said vegetables have fallen into my lap... yes. on my pink coat.)

now preggy is eating something... roll with mustard and onions AND smacking her lips with each chew...

also balancing tea on her leg (wanna place bets I will be getting 3rd degree green tea burns?)

only've been on the train 10 minutes.

good she's getting off at woodbridge...

never have liked the smell of... oh for the love of all things holy she just brushed crumbs off her stomach and onto me!

as I was saying i've never liked the smell of kim chee.

I don't even think she's pregnant... baggy clothes. we'll see... I was going a little easy on her for being "with child".... .maybe she's hiding more vegetables in there.

at least the other woman got off at secaucus... that may have had something to do with the shutter noise my treo made when I snapped their photo (didn't realize the sound was on)

and i'm gonna sound terrible but why do foreigners feel the need to yell on the phone even louder than the regular jackasses?

mother of... she just threw more crumbs on me.........

apparently, i am sitting all wrong in the seats.... perhaps i'd be more comfortable like this fellow:

::: plunked in on my treO:::

well, the booker for the open mic called me back today - she said that this week's mic is totally overbooked and there was slim chance that i'd make it on.... sooooooooo... i'm not gonna be performing tomorrow night...

which is fine...

it'll give me more time to write actually and i'll go up in january...

last christmas i gave you my heart.....

here's a question...

what's your favourite "holiday" song... yeah i mean christmas or hanukkah... last night at the BNL show they sang a rockin' driedel song... and when ya' get an irish girl like me clapping to it, it was pretty good...

me? well, i do like "god rest ye merry gentlemen/we three kings" -- as sung by BNL and Sarah McLachlan....

i also love "little drummer boy" (bing.)
as well as quite a number of others.... the pogues singing a little ditty included :)

ah yes, i must admit that i may start breaking into a little "Christmas in Hollis" by Run DMC every so often... and "I saw mommy kissing santa claus" is a year-round favourite...

tell me, tell me, tell me... what's your favourite "holiday" song - leave it in the comments!
(and i mean winter*** holiday... not like st. pat's or easter.)

*** okay. okay... y'all in the southern hemisphere!!! sorry, i meant "summer" holiday song for you :)

i also love the entire album of John Denver with The Muppets Christmas album (standing out on this is the Twelve Days of Christmas... and Miss Piggy...)

i do love Bruce's version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town...

i really don't know if i have any xmas songs i can't stand.... although, and i do like this one, that "The Christmas Shoes" song makes me all teary-eyed and it pisses me off that it does.

grrrrrr...

hmmmm for some reason my site's hanging for a few extra seconds before loading... gotta figure out what that's about - sorry for all y'all getting ancy for waiting 7 seconds :)

now that you're here, let me know what xmas/holiday tune you dig most (do it in the comments in the previous post...)

what's your favourite holiday tv special?

***UPDATE***

i totally forgot Emmitt Otter's Jugband Christmas.... forgive me, Jim Henson.

well... y'all seem to be enjoying the poll and the song post... perhaps I will have a "Twelve Polls of Christmas" between now and the 25th....

in the meantime I dashed out in the rain to make the 5:58 train.... made it fine through the rain and slow-moving people in penn station... the train was on track 11 and wouldn't ya know it, the escalator was broken - while they freak me out when they're not moving, I normally am fine navigating them...

tonight though, on the last step, I twisted my left ankle.... it doesn't hurt exactly, but I feel like it's swelling... time will tell... at least I didn't fall, I made the train AND I have a seat...

now I am gonna pass out.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

okay for all y'all who are grumbling about A Christmas Story being left off the poll....

that poll was a television special/animation holiday movie poll...

i do plan on posting Twelve Polls (Poles) of Christmas.... where there will be a live action/movies seen in the theater poll... that will include A Christmas Story...

i will post that in a day or so... of course, no idea why we need to post that since Ralphie and the boys seem to have all your panties in a twist anyway

heh :)

nice to effing oversleep by an hour... and wake up with smoker's cough (gigglemom must've been awake with 10 cigs over the course of the night....)

seriously my lungs are shot... and i don't effing smoke (as 99% of you know) -- i don't even want to know what Beri's lungs are like, poor little thing.

anyway... rushing out. at least i can wear jeans to work today... nasty day.

wow... so I made it onto the 7:20am train... had 7 seconds to spare....

cute guy from spring lake just sat in the row across from me (on a basically empty train)

ah, I just noticed the frigging wedding ring and he's going one way to newark. forget him.

just popped a theraflu strip - why the heck didn't they have these when I was a kid? I totally hated (still do, actually) taking pills... these are nice and my throat feels a bit less scratchy...

thanks for the info about the ankle... think it was just in shock from rushing to the train & bending in an odd way... it felt better about 20 minutes later...

my favourite stalker sent me the daily show's America book as well as a cradle for my treo... very cool...

I am laying in wait for the thinkblank secret santa email.... remind me that I need to take the earplugs off my wishlist in case some schmoe only wants to spend $3 on me...

okay... we're 3 stops into the commute. gonna try to pass out by long branch...

::: plunked in on my treO:::

so I just switched in newark... got off the train (which continues on to hoboken) and I could've sworn that I was still asleep because when I stepped off, there were at least 15 clowns waiting to board.

wish I had my camera at the ready but who would think clowns would use the train. I thought they all came with those standard issue teeny little cars.....

now I am on the 8:58 to nyc... and some poor slob sitting behind me is trapped in a 2 seater with a very adamant jehovah's witness and the victim is trying to be polite by not saying "do you see my yalmuke?" (yeah I most likely spelled that wrong... forgive me)

and I now have sleepalina commutergirl who's practically drooling on my shoulder (photo posting here.)

::: plunked in on my treO:::

so i have my st. patrick's day parade committee meeting in an hour... very excited.... the web host finally gave me full/real-time access to upload files etc (whereas last year i had to wait sometimes up to a week for him to upload my stuff) so today's the start of the meetings - and a season filled with pipes and drums

anyway that's today...

on a blogrolling note... has anyone run into any issues with renewing a subscription? it won't take my information and all is correct when i enter it in the fields... so in 2 days my blogroll will turn into a pumpkin if this issue isn't resolved... arrrrgh.

okay. off to the showers....

so i had to do a fark ps and post it... go. vote for me.

currently i'm in 3rd (it'd be nice to get a few more votes)

awwwww... i apparently have been nominated for BlogWhore of the Year... anyone second that?

no one nominated me for most humourous? hmmmph.

gosh i almost forgot to post the photo from friday morning's commute... man, perfect angle... it's a twofer! two snoozing in one frame!!

i swear to god. if one more person tries to justify using my site as their "meet and greet" with other gag-a-riffic girls to get "vomit tips".... i'm... i'm... i'm gonna puke....

(comments are in the "don't use me, jackass" post this time. as well as the "angry hungry girls" post.)

[yes. i am harsh. at the moment i really am sick of it, though. especially after the damned pro-mia/ana suicide group sent their troops over to my site. bring it on, Vomitty O'Hurlahan]

   staying up til 1:45am coding
+ cherry flavoured nyQuil
+ a nasty alarm that bitches at you at 5am
x hitting snooze 6 times
____________________________________
= one tired gigglechick.

ugh.

g'morning.

arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. so I was behind a frigging jackass for 3 frigging miles who was going 25 in a 35mph zone...

TWENTYFIVE IN A THIRTYFIVE!

and he kept stepping on the brakes effing with me... all the way to the train....

the train was in the station!!! from half a block away I started beeping the horn....

BLEEEP
BLEEEEEP
BLEEEEEEEEP!
(that's not the horn. that's me having a tourret's fit)

god bless the 7:20am non-riff-raff train.... it's the last one that's a rush hour/commuter train...

they held the train (i nearly crashed into the 2 cars I parked between)

and I ran.

gigglechick... eh.. not a runner. am still breathing heavy...

I got on the train... folks in my car were laughing at me (i had a brief flashback to when I was 12 and catching the bus...)

I said "jeezuz... I hate these morning workouts they're a killer!" and everyone laughed and settled down.

so, in closing:
jackass doing 25mph... go to hell.
conductors on the 7:20 train outta squan... a special place in heaven, my friends.

now... to resume snoozing.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

hey hey... taking a moment during my lunch (although i haven't gotten any food.) my first break of the day.

i've been redesigning the parade site --- so feel free to peruse belmarparade.com

keep in mind i haven't changed up all of the pages... mainly the homepage and the fundraisers page are the most important (as well as dave's obit.)

so, go. check it out. and for god's sake, make plans to come to a fundraiser one of those sundays!!!

DEATH.
merry christmas, Scotty.