Wednesday, September 29, 2004

The night of my 24th birthday I was abducted by aliens.

Not buying that, eh?

Alright, you got me, fortunately I was NOT abducted by aliens but my life has been consumed by work, school and much deserved lethargy. The nights that I wasn't up until 2:00 AM doing homework I was watching movies and tv and sleeping and not much else.

Thanks to a friend I am now hooked on
Dead Like Me, which is a show that really reminds me of one of my oldest but shortest-running favorites, Wonderfalls. So far I have rented the first two discs of Dead Like Me, Season 1, from Netflix and the next two should be arriving at my house anyday now. Can't wait!

In other news, I am taking a much needed week off of work, next Monday through Friday. I have more than a weeks worth of vacation time left to use up before the end of the year. I wanted to use it the first week of September but that didn't work out, so Cory & I decided that next week would be a good time to take off of work because we didn't want to wait until the snow starts flying.

We are planning to go to Connecticut for the day on the 8th. We want to check out the Maritime Aquarium in Norwalk. Then we will drive to New Haven where we will browse around IKEA (which I have been dying to do for years now, so I'm excited that the one in CT opened up recently) and some touristy spots. Should be fun, I hope the weather is nice!

Oh, I almost forgot to mention - I can post to Blogger from work now! For a while there the actual Blogger site was blocked but for some reason it isn't anymore so yay for that. Hopefully I will have more time to post from now on. My school work seems to have decreased a little. Maybe my professors thought it would be amusing to slam us with mountains of work the first few weeks of school. It seems like my assignment due dates are spaced out a little bit farther now, so that means more free time for me. Hurray!

*Edited to add this:

No wonder Dead Like Me reminded me of Wonderfalls - I just did a little research and found that they have the same writer/producer, Bryan Fuller. That man is a damn genius. I want to kiss him! And I'm so proud of myself that I noticed the similarities between those two shows before I knew that they were both Bryan Fuller creations.


Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Happy Birthday... to me!

I'm 24 years old today.



Tuesday, September 07, 2004

At around 5:30 this morning, a time of day my eyes rarely ever see, I was driving Cory to work (his truck is getting inspected today). We were heading down Rt. 7 (Troy-Schenectady Rd) somewhere between Schenectady and Latham when the smell of a dead skunk caused me to dry heave. I have smelled many a rotting skunk carcass in my day, but this was by far the most foul, offensive piece of roadkill that my nose has ever had the misfortune of breathing in.


It was horrible! I just don't understand how a little skunk could have such a horrid odor. I wouldn't be making such a huge deal out of this but I just couldn't believe it when I went out to my car at lunchtime today, opened the door and was hit by a thick smell of ... you guessed it... SKUNK!

What the hell?

I didn't run over this skunk so I'm guessing the reason my car interior wreaks of skunk is because I had my vents on so that probably sucked in a lot of the smell unfortunately. I couldn't believe it was still lingering 7 hours later though!

Seems like Mother Nature is punishing me today. After attempting to hold my breath on the drive home at lunch time, I was greeted by a pigeon on the back porch which is just outside of my kitchen door. It didn't move as I scurried into the house so I'm guessing the poor thing is injured. Birds freak me out, but still I feel bad if it's unable to fly.

I am hoping it is gone by the time I get home from work tonight. If I see it still sitting in the same spot I last saw it at lunchtime I will probably just burst into tears. I hate that I can't help every injured creature out there, even though I'm squeamish about that sort of thing I always feel as if I need to do something. I might sound crazy but I really think animals sense that about me, that I feel such a desire to help them, because in the past few years I have had to deal with many hurt/lost/dead animals that just seemed to find their way into my yard and my heart is crushed a little bit more each time.