Feh.

Boy I Have A Crush On said he had gossip. So I called. The gossip is that he's engaged.

Now I'm mopey. Not that the crush was remotely realistic, but that was the fun of it.

Though the engagement story was amusing. His brother nicknamed her Smeagol because of some occasion when she said the light was bothering her. He proposed by giving her a gold ring on a chain. Well, he had it in a paper bag, and said it was a present for her, and she tried to steal it (living up to the nickname). She finally got it, opened the bag, and said, "Oh, very funny." He said, put it on your ring finger and I'll have to propose. She did. He did. It took forever for her to realize he was seriously proposing and not just making fun of her.

So I'm happy for them, but now I have to find a new pointless crush. And that's so much work. Again I say, feh.

Boy I Have A Crush On said he had gossip. So I called. The gossip is that he's engaged.

Oh honey, that's just 'cause boys are stoopid.

Oh honey, that's just 'cause boys are stoopid

with remarkable consistency

Bradley Whitford is not only married, they are friends of a friend.

But I still think he should run away with me. Or sit somewhere on a park bench and emote.

He's more of a malevolent genius. I forgot to mention that the proposal was on April 1st. It was nice that being totally blindsided kept me from pouting.

I wanna malevolent genius of my own!

I wish I had beer. I have liquor, but I also have to work tomorrow. And beer's better for moping, anyway. Maybe I'll run to the store and vent with some self-pitying drunken posts before bedtime.

I think Russian would be confusing as hell though, because about half the letters look like Roman letters, only they make different sounds.

I call my brother Mepcep because that's what it looks like his business cards say.

Oh, also, there's a chain of hotdog stands in Moscow called Star Dogs, but you'd swear the sign says Crap Dogs. (And they were pretty nast, so it works.)

I didn't go to the gym. But I'm clearing off my TiVo. Doing laundry. Might even watch Hustle & Flow.

I would have gone to the gym, but I got blindsided by conversation. ::sigh:: Some laughter, too. Okay, lots of laughter. There's some tribute to goatse page that includes goatse cakes, goatse appearances in video games, unfortunate goatse-like Batman artwork, and the like.

Now, I can never look at the original, and I know my limitations in that respect. But the tribute page had me howling. I supposed I'm not a tasteful person. Also got to see a couple people see goatse for the first time, which is...interesting. I had to come home and find the flickr slideshow of people seeing goatse for the first time. Bless.

Strega, do you watch Supernatural?

I like new alphabets. Cyrillic, Greek, kana and at one time, Arabic. Much better at them than actual language. It's just encoding, after all. Simple encoding.

Boy I Have A Crush On said he had gossip. So I called. The gossip is that he's engaged.

Oh, bah. Although, if you knew already it was a pointless crush, you can still keep it, you know.

I could speak very fluently about myself in the first person, as long as I was talking in the present tense about going somewhere or wanting something.

Heh -- that's just exactly it.

ita is obsessed with goatse.

Sitting at home waiting for dinner. Last night I went to see Friends with Money, which is typical enough Holofcener. The reason I'm not posting this in Movies, however, is for the following extremely weird sighting for people currently watching Survivor this season: motherfucking Shane. Shane was in front of me at the concession stand. He's half-douchebag, half-monkey, and fear not, he's smoking again.

Strega, do you watch Supernatural?

I, er, intend to watch it. Which is almost like watching it. I watched the first few and thought it was terribly entertaining. I mean, terrible, but entertaining in its terribleness. But I never remember to actually watch it when it's on. So I've seen maybe half a dozen episodes.

I do love Jensen Ackles. Partly because I want to convince everyone to call him "Nackles," but also because I think he's got a young James Spader thing going on, where he seems to revel in the sleazyness of his character.

This beer is lukewarm! The universe is conspiring against me.