This one's for Lauren.

ARGH.

My tattoo itches and I can't scratch it.

>_<

Which Archangel are
you? by Xera

Yesterday's work "emergency" turned into a monster of incalculable proportions. I've practicaly had to give birth to four corporate brochures, full-color, size 11x17, glasse paper, 150 grs. I just turned them in.

And they had the balls to tell me they could look better. Why, of course. But you told me you needed them yesterday at 5, assholes.

The good thing about all this is that tonight is Girl's Night Out. José Cuervo, here I go.

Why do people always have an "emergency" when I'm hiding at the office after hours? HUH? HUH?

Fuckers.

From The Onion:



Anti-Spam Legislation Opposed By Powerful Penis-Enlargement Lobby

WASHINGTON, DC—Efforts to pass legislation restricting Internet "spam"—unsolicited mass e-mails usually for advertising purposes—are meeting with strong resistance from the nation's powerful penis-enlargement lobby.

Oh wow. I just received the most awesome gift from Lee, and I'm seriously considering buying him an engagement ring.



Am overjoyed and disgustingly gleeful.

::happy sigh::

I officially welcome myself to blogchalk with this post.

Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: Spanish, Venezuela, Caracas, Santa Teresa, Miggie, Female, 21-25!

Well, that's it. I'm 25 today.

It's kinda scary, because as my beloved friend Letty told me, It's just 5 years away from 30. Eeek! Does that mean I have to be an adult or something? Because I don't wanna.

Other than that, I'm now the proud owner of the prettiest tattoo ever. I'm so in love with it. I was a bit afraid it was going to hurt like a mofo, but you know what? I was having giggle fits when the guy was doing it. He had a nice grip on me, which is good, because he was practically tattooing my ass. Hee. And he was the sweeeetest thing ever. And so cute. And he had the greatest tattoos, too. And of course I was crushing on him. I'm so predictable. Gah.

And dude! This guy I had the worst crush on like, YEARS ago, called me today to say hello. And it was an international phone call. Woah. Too bad I'm not interested anymore when he seems to be so keen lately. Too bad, huh? It feels soooo good not to need a guy right now.

I'm free, and I have cholotate cake waiting. Go me!

::growls::

I hate Calista.

I've been listening to BBC Radio 1 since 10 am this morning thanks to the wonders of Real Player. It's a bit messy having to deal with three windows to listen a radio station, but I stopped caring a while ago. I am so in love with it. I'm listening to the Stereophonics now. And they played Spiritualized 10 minutes ago.

::happy sigh::

I spam thee:

My bumper sticker reads:

In English: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
Take the quiz.

I am 55% Internet Addict

I am pretty addicted, but there is hope. I think I'm just well connected to the internet and technology, but it's really a start of a drug-like addiction. I must act now! Unplug this computer!

Take the Internet Addict Test at fuali.com

I am 40% Geek

You probably work in computers, or a history deptartment at a college. You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing.

Take the Geek Test at fuali.com

I bought me a pair of pretty jeans today. But they're called Ultra Low-Rise Boot-Cut Jeans, which means I should have thought about my non-existant Britney Spears tummy before I bought them. Because you know, I might have the tendency to pull them up to cover the, um, plumpness.

But honestly, I don't give a fuck, really. I just hope they don't fall down. And they seem to be perfect for showing off the tatto I'm getting on Saturday. I'm *very* nervous about the whole thing -- although what really freaks me out is the pain part of it. I don't want to be there in extreme pain for an hour and a half, thank you.

For some reason, I feel I should tell my mother I'm getting it. LOL. I know, I'm a grown woman who knows what she's doing, but I feel I won't enjoy it as much if she doesn't like it. Am I a freak? Gah.

And my birthday is on Sunday. I hate birthdays. I get cranky, anxious and depressed.

But I love the presents part of it.

Passion. Desire. Courage. Lust.
Take the quiz.

I'm horny. Hee.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I've just been spoiled for the Buffy finale. I hate it. I wanna kill people.

So I saw "Unfaithful" last night. And boy, let me tell you something: it wasn't worth the two hours of flatness on my ass.

The premise was interesting, but dude, what a LAME plot resolution. And Richard Gere's acting was so bad it made me cringe. However, Olivier Martínez was believable, even when he didn't have that many lines. But he played his character well and he was surprisingly good as eye candy, especially because he's not an exceptionally good-looking man. But he was sex on a stick, and I can totally see why Cassie fell for him.

Not to mention the guy knew hot to fuck right and good. Well, at least it *looked* like he did. A quick exit poll told me what I already knew: the best fuck in the movie was the bathroom one.

The whole thing was saved by Diane Lane's performance, who was really good. But the role isn't new to her -- if you wanna see a believable movie about infidelity, please rent "A Walk on the Moon", starring Diane Lane, Viggo Mortensen and Liev Schreiber. There you'll see character development and a nice, believable plot, thank you very much.

Thus ends Miggie's "Unfaithful" review.

Excuse me while I rant.

Number One: The All-Star Game.

I turned off the TV when the 9th inning ended because I needed to asleep. I was happy because I saw Ugueth Urbina pitch. I was happy because Omar Vizquel played. Even when it was second base. Who would have thought that Joe Torre would have the best short stop of all Major League, the guy who has won 9 straight golden gloves playing second base? Come ON!

::rolls eyes::

I know that the All-Star game is more a popularity contest than a real thermometer on who are the best players of the season, but I simply cannot believe people keep voting for the same guys over and over again. And it pisses me off to see Derek Jeter and Nomar Garciaparra (who are good, but not *that* good) getting always the first and second place in the Short Stop position voting. And Vizquel? He's always third or fourth when he's the best of them all. He can kick those kid's asses, and yet, he's still an underdog. So unfair.

But anyway, what really annoyed me was that they called off the game and let it tied after 11 innings because they had run out of players?!? Fuck off, you guys. What? Don't they know that according to the rules of baseball *any* player can pitch? Calling off the game was a very low blow for the fans -- God knows I would have thrown my shoes at them.

And don't get me started on the strike thing. All I'm gonna say is that all those guys have forgotten how to play for the love of the game -- it's all about money and fame and advertising campaigns. So sad.

Number Two: Gnutella Developer Gene Kan, 25, Commits Suicide.

Congratulations, RIAA. You've claimed your first life.

Number Three: Court to Settle Williams' Body Case.

"His daughter, Barbara Joyce Williams Ferrell, has accused her half brother, John Henry Williams, of moving their father's body from a Florida funeral home to Alcor Life Extension Foundation in Scottsdale, Ariz., where bodies are frozen.

Ferrell says John Henry Williams wants to preserve their father's DNA, perhaps to sell it in the future."

Poor old man. Even his own children want to sell him.

From Engrish.com.

It seems a guy at work has a crush on me. Am v. nervous.

I dream of Viggo

I had a dream with Viggo last night.

Not that kind of dream, mind you, but it was good nonetheless. Blame it on Anna's and Dawn's New Zealand book signing reports posted on Antipodean Viggophile. Just look at the pictures -- those women were deliriously happy!

So I was on this beach resort, hotel, thing... basking in the sun's delicious glow, and then I felt the sudden need to eat watermelon. I head to the restaurant to get a plate of fruit when I saw Pilar, Viggo's Perceval Press associate. I knew it was her, don't ask me how, because I've never seen the woman before. And there it was on a small billboard: Viggo Mortensen book signing fom 4:00pm to 6:00pm.

Why was he making a signing on such tropical endeavours? Beats me. But the important thing is that I was SO there.

But it was 4:00pm already and dude, the pool was so nice. I was swimming all happy, but eeep... the signing had already begun. So I get out of the pool and head to the lounge where the signing was taking place. I was excited because he was signing "Coincidence of Memory" and everything. So he's inside there, looking absolutely stunning, but very much like he was on NZ. I'm dripping because I just gout out of the pool and didn't care to grab a towel, so I don't get in, but I plant myself beside him on a window and greet him with a very loud "VIGOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Very professional and cool, you know. He smiles and says hi, and I swear he's blushing in embarrassment.

Then, I have the cojones to tell him, "I'm swimming in the pool, but I'll be back. Don't you dare go without signing my book!" He smiles again and telle me, "sure, you go." I mean, how cool am I that he's waiting for me? Anyway. I go back to the pool, where I must be swimming naked with Ewan McGregor, because I don't want to get out of there.

After a while it's getting darker, and I notice with a mixture of panic and desperation it's 6:45 pm. I missed Viggo because I was on the fucking pool. So again, I get outta there dripping (I really don't know what was the deal with me not drying myself) to the lounge. He's not there, but I find Pilar, and I almost beg her to tell me where is Viggo and where are the books becaue I want one ("hardcover!!") and damn, he said he would not go until he signed my book. I'm practically in tears and ready to look for a self-flagelation whip.

But no, he's right behind me, kind of amused at my wet dog appearance. "Where where you? I've been looking for you everywhere! Come on, let's get out, it's chilly in here."



There's wind outside. I'm wet. How it's gonna be warmer there, I don't know. But I go, because he has my book! I've always said it's the small things that really count.

I really don't remember what he writes there, but it's long, and I'm busy looking at him. The whole thing is very endearing because I feel like hugging him so badly it hurts, and he knows. But he just keeps on smiling shyly, and I have 4 million butterflies in my stomach, not believing I'm there.

Finally, it's time to part ways, and I get to hug him. And boy, does he gives nice full-body hugs. And that one came in handy with me being cold and everything. Then he kissed me on the nose (everybody say "awwwwwwwww!!), which was the sweetest thing ever. I SO nearly died right there.

And just like that, the dream was over.

Methinks I need a new layout.

I'll take suggestions. But make them geeky. Ot t00by. Whatever.

Meet my new phone, a Nokia 8260:



It's so pretty! His name is Legolas.

I love it so very much.

::preeeeeeeeeeeeeen!::

Heheee!

Peggy? I love you for sending me the link to this quiz. ;-)

I'm 'Wherever You Will Go'! What The Calling song are you? Find out at Camino Palmero.

Somebody help me. I'm obsessed with The Calling.

And have you seen the singer? He's beautiful. Not hot. Beautiful. In fact, he reminds me a lot of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, who must be the most gorgeous man alive. And dude, the voice. He has phone sex voice.

But I just found out that a month ago he turned 21.

Which scares me, really, because all the boys I seem to really, really like lately are barely legal. Methinks I'm becoming a dirty old lady.

There are no AOTC tickets available on any theater in Caracas until July 17. Woah.

Gaaaaaaaaaaah. I HATE it when I get spoiled.

See, I was visiting the nice folks at TORn, and there they had what they said, heavy spoilers for TTT. But hey, I've read the book like 4 times, so really... what could count as a spoiler for me, huh?

Boy, was I wrong. I got a big, fat, ugly spoiler I didn't want to know. I also got another I suspected -- now confirmed.

Finally, I got a spoiler I loved. Which is not a spoiler per se, just information about the length of certain scene in TTT. Ah, fuck it. I'll tell you: the Helms Deep scene lasts 45 minutes in the movie, and it transcurs in real time. Wooooo hooooooo!!!

Something else I liked about AOTC: the cultural mix. From the languages to the costumes and attitudes. Beautiful.

You know the drill. Type "(Your name) is" on Google and see what you get.

Do this if you're really, really bored. <.g>

Miggie is the oldest child of Pop and Mom Lewis, and she has been traveling with the Lewis Family since they started singing as a family in 1951.
Miggie is liking it.
Miggie is an independent jazz recording label dedicated to presenting Japanese jazz musicians.
Miggie is always there.
Miggie is mijn coach, voor het geval jullie denken dat ik tegen een mug praat!!! (Whatever.)

And actually me:
Miggie is currently working on getting the article transcribed for us.
JC has fallen in love with Miggie after she flirts with him one more time. (By this point, Miggie is also in love with him.)

Two words: fucking amazing. That movie was geek porn.

So, so, SO much better than Episode I. It kicked EI's dirty ass. I also saw it with a theatre full of SW fans that would scream and laugh in all the right places. Awesome.

Spoilers ahead, so if you're the only person on Earth who hasn't seen Attack of the Clones, you may want to skip this one. But don't feel bad. I saw it two months after everybody else. ;)

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Kodak moments
- When the Lucasfilm logo appeared, my heart skipped a beat and... dude, I cried when I saw the big "Star Wars" logo and the main theme started. What a unique feeling.
- I gaped and shrieked and jumped and screamed when I realize it was Yoda at that scene near the end. I went spazzastic through the rest of the scene with the rest of the audience. Incredible.

Best In Show
- Yoda.
- Yoda. Dooku.
- Yoda. Clones.
- Mace Windu. Ghetto Badass Mothafucka Jedi with the purple lightsaber.
- John Williams.
- Jedis Vs. the Big Bad Mutant Mosquitoes.
- R2D2 anc C3PO were too cute for words.
- Kamino. The place was a mixture of contradictions: hard edged and smooth, clean and dirty, innocence and perversion. And the beautiful Kaminoans made me sigh in pure awe.
- The Naboo Yacht. Wo-ho-hoah.
- Zam's airspeeder.
- The Jedi
- Padmé's costumes. Every single one of them was drool-worthy.
- R4.
- Obi-Wan's "Good job!" line. Heh. And Obi-Wan wet. ;)

Coolness
- The Matrix: Reloaded trailer before the movie. Woah. <.g>
- The Jedi Temple.
- R4-P17
- Ani's slow conversion to the dark side.
- Palpatine. Palpatine rocks.
- The "Gladiator" scene. I was chanting "Maximus! Maximus!" and thought for a moment I'd see Joaquin Phoenix giving Padmé, Anakin and Obi-Wan the thumbs down.

In the "Eh" department
- Jango Fett. I'll agree he had some cool shit going on, but when the armor was off, he was dull. :-/
- Jar Jar. I really liked him in this movie, and they made him screw up at the Senate. It's like he was a scapegoat for Lucas' mistakes with him on Episode I. For a moment there I thought they were going to kill him off.
- Shmi dying. Good motive for him to take out all the power of his emotions... but why her? I just didn't see the connection.
- The whole Zam/Obi-Ani chase scene. The action didn't turn me on that much, and the dialogs were kinda lame.
- The wedding. It's not that I didn't like it, it's just that the only thing I got from it was that Padmé and Ani were going to shag like bunnies as soon as the final swipe was done. If they loved each other so desperately, a promise between only the two of them would have been more than enough for me. But then that's me being a romantic.
- Padme's Amazing Self-Cleaning White Fight Costume.

Random comments
- Naboo = Las Vegas?
- It had to be Ani's right hand? Sheesh. Pooor kid can't even spank the monkey anymore?
- I wanted to see a wookie in this movie. :-(
- Those creepy crawly insects at the beginning freaked me out. Ewww.
- All those Windu/Obi-Wan shots gave me slashy ideas. <.g>

There's a lot more to say, but I have time to write and write and write it down. :-P

AAAARGH.

See, I went to the cinema on my lunch break to pick up the tickets for tonight's showing of AOTC. But the damn ATM ticket machine wouldn't give me my fucking stubs because it said I had no reservation. Okay, I go to the girl in the cabin and she gets this big, surprised look on her face.

Okay. I won't freak out.

She takes me to the manager's office, which I think must guarantee some VIP service or something. He's checking out stuff on his computer after i give him my reservation number. He looks kinda pale and calls another guy on the phone. I tell him I bought those tickets on Father's Day and that it should be there somewhere.

At that point I'm thinking my reservation has disappeared and I'll watch AOTC in 2005, a week before Episode III opens.

He tells me then to wait for a moment.

I'm fraeking out, because we're talking about 8 fucking movie tickets, people. It's not as if I had bought diamonds or anything.

When he comes back, he has some color on his face, but tells me he can't give me the tickets because it seems some asshole programmed the ATM machine to give us the tickets ONE hour before the movie. So I'll be on the line, ticketless until 7:15 pm. I'll only praise, kiss and hug my AOTC ticket on is entirety only for an hour. Bastards.

What was the point of reservation then, really, if they can't give us our stuff ahead of time so we don't have to make a fucking line with another bunch of people to collect the damn tickets?!? Huh?!?

I need coffee.

I'm lazy.

I should go to the gym for my powerbike class, but I don't want to. It's raining cats and dogs out there. I can even hear the rain from here and I don't have windows.

It's also 6:23 and I have 7 minutes to change and get there. Impossible.

But I haven't gone to the gym in ages. With my trip last week and the load of work I have, and I feel bad for not going... and I can't go tomorrow because it's obviously AOTC, Night of Ye Happy Geeks. And Friday's a holiday. Saturday I have to make other stuff, so no gym that day either.

Sunday? No, thanks.

So that leaves me with next Monday, where I'd start my very long hiatus with the most intense and killer powerbike class of the week. Ugh.

I could still go to the dance class, though.

But I'm lazy.

Holy Mother of God.

Have you seen THIS?!? Fullscreen?!!

I can't fucking breathe.

Finales

This week was End of Season on TV, except for those bastards at Fox, who won't let me watch the Buffy finale until August. Bitches. And the Queer as Folk finale is in 2 weeks. Wheee!

Ally McBeal: What a lameass series finale. Manipulative and unbelievable at best. "But hey, we have Barry White to make you forget how stupid the script is." Ally deserved a better good-bye.

West Wing: The one that made me cry. And I don't mean that in a good way. WHY those fucking bastards had to kill Simon?!? He was the best original character this season, unlike whiny, stupid Amy. I swear, I wanna throttle her every time she's on screen. And she's supposed to represent the smart, intelligent woman of the 21st century? I'm depressed.

Friends: Hilarious. But they better stop the Joey/Rachel thing there, because the both of them together is just a thousand shades of wrong. Just get her and Ross together and make everyone happy. And Joey is SO Phoebe's. <.g>

Gilmore Girls: A big WTF to poor Sookie's wedding, which was as freakish as you could get. I always wonder why do they have to make her a bufoon. She's not stupid, for cripe's sakes. Another WTF to Lorelai sleeping with Christopher, which was sweet for 5 minutes until you realize how many fuck-ups that idea would involve. And whoops! Sherri's pregnant, so I'm sorry, Lorelai. You'e alone again. Bye! And a big boo hiss to her for being a bitch to Luke. But go Rory for kissing Jess, the hot, rebel, brooding dude.

Dawson's Creek: Another big WTF. The only thing I got from this is that Audrey is so better off without Pacey. And that they should kill Jen off, because really, she's practically a cardboard character now. She barely has a line anymore.

Ed: HE KISSED CAROL!! HE KISSED CAROL!! But Carol's going away for the summer with the 95-year old alcoholic. I don't get women.

Will & Grace: That final scene with Grace finding her prince in shining armor was as corny as you could get. And I love Jack, and I love Cher, but I cringed through the whole Cher Is God scene. Best thing about this finale was about to cheat on Stan.

CSI: The only one that actually made me gasp out loud in utter surprise. I was so not expecting to enter the realm of GrissomTorture so soon. But hey, it was a fantastic episode. We got gruseome autopsy shots. We got Hot Greg eating cup noodles. We got loving looks between Nick and Warrick. We got Grissom saying "I've got a gal named Sara", which is as UST as you can get with that man, and we got enemas. Flawless, what can I say? ;-)

More to come later. I think.