Oh, and I also realized

Oh, and I also realized tonight that I totally screwed up my link colors. White links on white background = D’OH! I want to keep the white on the sides, but am too tired to remember and/or look up how to do it. Hey – there’s something you can email me about! A real ice-breaker!

Goodnight, Irene.

Okay, Netscape’s getting on my

Okay, Netscape’s getting on my bad side tonight. I wrote up this nice long diatribe on how happy I was to finally be in the directory, how tired I am, how hockey went, etc. I open up a window to get a link to a Jean Reno website for you to look at (just so you have something to do until I wake up in the morning) and KABLAMMO! Illegal operation. Bite me, Netscape.

So, this is all the rant you get until tomorrow – I’m going to go collapse now and dream of bloggy places..

The Captain has returned. You

The Captain has returned. You know, it’s interesting that the Rangers chose to include the theme song to Welcome Back Kotter in the Messier video retrospective. As soon as I heard the words, I was laughing hard enough to make my co-workers gather around to see what hi-jinks I was up to this time.

“Welcome back, your dreams were your ticket out.
Welcome back, to that same old place that you laughed about.
Well, the names have all changed since you hung around,
But those dreams have remained and they’re turned around.
Who’d have thought they’d lead ya here where we need ya?
Yeah, we tease him a lot ’cause we’ve got him on the spot,
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back”

For those of you who know the story, we have a song rife with meaning here. Hilarious!

Well, it’s time to say

Well, it’s time to say goodbye to both my productivity and my hard drive space. Yes, I’ve stumbled onto a page chock-full of Sesame Street wavs. Ordinarily this would be mildly amusing, but considering the fact that I’ve given myself the power to alter a co-worker’s system sounds at will, this page becomes an invaluable resource. BWA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!

So I go back to

So I go back to our QA lab and there was some freaky techie guy in there already hogging a bunch of the computers. Lucky for me, I started my testing last night. Take THAT techboy!

He was quite jumpy while I was in there – almost came out of his skin when I leaned back in my chair and it creaked. You should have seen him after I got through racing my chair around the lab making “VROOM VROOM!” noises. Well, in my head anyway. They don’t know me well enough on this floor yet to realize I’m really like that.

Pennywise (“Astro Zombies”) followed by Everything But the Girl (“Before Today”) followed by No Doubt (“Ex-Girlfriend”) followed by Peggy Lee (“Fever”) followed by the Cookie Monster’s (“Lost Me Cookie at the Disco””). I heart MP3s.

Oh God. I just got

Oh God. I just got to the end of my pasta and there was a piece of what appears to be carrot at the bottom. I don’t have anything against carrots per se (except for those little ones – they bug me), but the last time I checked, tomato sauce doesn’t have carrots in it. So now I’m wondering

a) What the hell this orange thing is

b) How many of these things I’ve eaten, since they kind of blend in with the natural red of the sauce.

I guess now I get to go home sick.

It’s a race to see

It’s a race to see which I’m going to turn into – a big can of Coke or a big tupperware of pasta. I’m thinking the Coke, ’cause I tend to keep a pretty consistent level in my bloodstream. I suppose I should cut back one of these days, but I don’t feel up to going through those caffeine DTs right now.

Kind of like foreign movies. I don’t mind subtitled movies, but I have to be in the mood for them. Therefore, I haven’t seen many of the recent foreign “Ohmigod you HAVE to see it!” movies. I finally broke down and watched Run Lola Run mainly to watch, well, Lola running. It was said by one critic to be “Sliding Doors on steroids.” A friend of mine and I agree that it’s more like Sliding Doors on acid.

So since I’m still not quite in a subtitle mood and I’m watching the DVD, I decide to go for the english dub. Quite interesting, ’cause I left the subtitles on also. It was like watching two different movies. As expected, the subtitles were much better. 1) The dubbing just used any words that happened to sort of match the actor’s mouths. 2) Franka’s dubber was really whiny. They should’ve gotten her to do her own dubbing (that sultry voice in the music. You know – “I wish I was a hunter”). I guess I’m going to have to get back into the subtitle mood one of these days.