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the boy has an incredible tv. it’s got a 65-inch screen, has ear-bleeding surround sound and now, a new hd cable box and dvr. so of course we would watch 24 at his house, rather than on my puny 27-inch boob tube. jack bauer never looked better. explosions never more…well…explosive. blood splatters never more real (ok, I’ve never seen real blood splatters, but you get my point).

I won’t put any spoilers here for those of you needing to catch up on the 4-hour season premiere, but I will say this about the first scene of day 5:

oh

my

gawd.

last night the suspense cotinued where sunday night’s episodes left off, and just as we were beginning the fourth hour of jack’s effed up day, a screen popped up on the tv that said “recording has been lost.” kaput. gonzo. buh-bye. not only was the recording erased, but the dvr controls stopped working. we couldn’t rewind live tv, pause, nuthin’. there wasn’t even a sorry, or sad face, or any emotion in that cold, heartless “you’re screwed” message.

nice.

luckily, trusty tivo was in the other room. we quickly ran to see if our reliable old friend could help us. would he take us back, after we were so easily led astray by the shiny, new toy that just died on us?

tivo welcomed us with his happy blips and dings and led us to the continuation of our mind-blowing show. thank goodness the boy hadn’t removed his season pass yet.

oh tivo, how I love thee.

gawd! how lame are they to miss this typo?

happy birthday, daddy-o!
XOXO,
little flower

wow…it’s already half over and I’ve missed out on days’ worth of comments. I just heard that it’s de-lurking week. so, you there. yes, I’m talkin’ to you. speak up, wouldjya? if you visit this blog regularly, lemme know. tell me who you are. you’re not pulling your weight. because see, right now, this is a one-way relationship. I write it and you get to read it. I’m doing all the work. I entertain, I make you laugh, make you sneer, make you scowl, make you throw up a little bit, and what do you do for me? nuthin’.

don’t worry about being witty, or intelligent, or profound. it doesn’t have to rhyme or incite my emotions. just say something. like hi. or like something. c’mon. you know you want to.

my goal here is to get as many comments on one post as I can. please, be a peach and help a girl out. invite your friends. call the neighbors.

by the way, if you want to say something negative, I should probably tell you that last week gee duh-bya signed a law, prohibiting posting annoying messages without disclosing your true identity.

see how useful this blog is? thank me for teaching you something new.

(pardon me while I get all lovey-dovey about my schmoopsie boopsie for a sec.)

today marks 5 months since the boy and I had our first date. and yes, I pay attention to that stuff, and no, I’m not afraid to admit it.

yesterday, my friend krissy commented (not for the first time) that she’s so happy to see me happy now. I asked her if I was sad before, and she assured me I wasn’t outwardly sad or not fun to be around, but there was a dark cloud hovering above me, weighing me down. it’s true. there was. a cloud. a dreary, heavy cloud. and now it’s gone. or maybe now I’m on top of it, and it’s now called cloud 9. ok, I’ll stop.

today his blog songs are lyle lovett’s cute as a bug, and brown-eyed girl by reel big fish (because he doesn’t have the van morrison version). here is why he picked cute as a bug. that’s really cute, huh?

you know what’s even cuter than that? he calls me mon petit fromage. in french, that means my little cheese. but what makes it the cutest is that he’s from wisconsin.

was this not enough cute for you? check out the cute overload blog. if you don’t find that stuff cute, you’re dead inside.

or is it the associated press?

last night I was my sister’s guest at her company christmas party. I couldn’t help but notice the differences between their celebration, and the one we had at my office. see for yourself:
time
mine: during lunch hour
hers: during off hours, on a sunday afternoon/evening (she’s in the restaurant biz)
location
mine: in our conference room
hers: in a small banquet room
food
mine: sushi that someone from our office had to go to a restaurant to pick up
hers: unlimited hors d’ouvres. since the venue had a kitchen, the buffet floweth over
drinks
mine: cans of soda (but we did have fresca, thank you kc!)
hers: full bar, with unlimited wine, beer, cocktails, and sodas (alas, no fresca. but her vending machine has it. mine? notsomuch.)
raffle
mine: raffle? what raffle?
hers: prizes included best buy gift cards, sony playstation 2, sony home theatre system, sony dvd player, motorola talkabouts, and a couple bottles of wine
entertainment
mine: christmas music played on the pc in the conference room
hers: closing night performance of cirque du soleil’s, corteo.

a company christmas, or holiday (or whateverthehell they’ll let us call it) party is a chance for the large and in charge to show appreciation to their employees for the past year’s work. I think this comparison shows which sister had the better christmas party, and thus works for the more appreciative and generous boss. it also shows that I can be an ungrateful little beeyotch.
now if you’ll excuse me, I must get back to the copy room and do my job: standing around waving my arms so the motion-detected lights stay on and the important people’s copy monkeys can see their photocopies.