Behold me, for I'm a new auntie!

A friend and coworker became a dad for the second time yesterday -- he and his wife have the most gorgeous baby girl, named Sofia. :)

I went to visit them to the hospital on my lunch hour today, and it never ceases to amaze me how awesome these people are, really. They make me feel so cared for and loved when I'm with them, that sometimes it's overwhelming. Like today, for example. When I arrived I was so overcome with joy for them that it took me a few deep breaths not to cry. I would talk and my voice would break... I was very emotional. But how could I not? They looked so damn beautiful together, so happy and so... perfect, you know? At moments like that you really think there is a God up there who takes care of the good people, because nobody deserves more the joy. B (my friend) is usually a guy that worries and stresses and loses his hair over petty things at work, and it's such a gift to see the raw happiness on his face. That thing alone made me reconcile with life today.

And my first gift for Sofia was a fluffy, chocolate teddy bear that had his heart on his hand. I love it when I can give gifts that express what I can't say. <3

Woo-hoo! Los Amigos Invisibles tonight. I'm itching to get there like right now. Want to take a listen to what I'll be dancing to tonight at the show? rightclicksavetargetas *grinds*

One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra!

Isn't that song great? Sigh.

The past week I kept listening/watching the clips of The Young Dubliners and Billy playing in HoB on St. Patty's, and then the lovely ladyjakyll, shared with me the mp3s of two of the songs played that night (Rocky Road To Dublin and Fisherman's Blues) and you know what?

I got inexorably glued to the sound. Yes, I've always loved that kind of music, but I've never done some real research on it. So, I've been geeking out and getting my hands on all the free available celtic music mp3s I've been able to find (Amazon.com, I love thee). Disgracefully so, mp3.com is no more, so no more Seven Nations, Gaelic Storms, Young Dubliners or Waterboys or Tossers. Right, so illegal downloading it is, I guess.

Did you know there's a band called Enter The Haggis? Pure genius, I tell you. *rocks out*

Okay, so I have a small collection of different stuff here, from Celtic rock to more Reinassance/Folk kinda stuff. I also have lots of jigs and bagpipes and hornpipes here. Oh yeah. BAGPIPES ROCK! If you don't believe me, check out the Wicked Tinkers (rightclicksavetargetas). \m/

I'm making a mixed CD as we speak, mosty with contemporary stuff. There's Young Dubliners, The Waterboys, Urban Trad, Scalags, Carbon Leaf, Brobdingnagian Bards, Wicked Tinkers... and a very, very nice version of Scotland the Brave by this guy named Steve Reel. Hell, I even have a Celtic song with Cheb Mami (aka the guy who did the awesome singing on Sting's "Desert Rose"). I'll share the tracklist once it's done, and I'll be happy to send copies if you want. Take advantage of my sharing nature -- good music must be spread!

So I was all Celtic!Geeky, and then, I got mail yesterday.

First, a package from Kaycee, with JC Chasez' Schizophrenic. Eeeeee!! I haven't been all fangirl over JC in ages. And the cd's so damn good. Makes you wanna bump and grind and dance and get down and naughty. Right now the songs I'm enjoying the most are "100 Ways" and "All Day Long I Dream About Sex." That last one cracks my shit up. :P

Then, Chris sent me a couple CDs as well: Want One by Rufus Wainwright (OHMYGOD!) and the Lost In Translation Soundtrack (*pants*). I could NOT be happier, I tell you.

That was until this morning, when a coworker shared with me his advance copy of Greatest Hits by Guns'n'Roses. I was even screaming like Axl Rose here, reminiscing my late childood/early adolescent days. Good thing the boss was gone. Ah, good times, good times.

Oh, look, there sound the bagpipes again.

*dances*

May the Irish hills caress you,
May her lakes and rivers bless you,
May the luck of the Irish enfold you,
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you!

Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!
(Happy St. Patrick's Day!)


And though I'm not Irish, feel free to kiss me anyway. ;)

God help me, I'm liking Britney Spears' record.

Watch out for the pigs flying out your window.

See pretty Elijah on Good Morning America! *dies*

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If my coworkers keep on showing me gory stills from The Passion of The Christ, I might start having second thoughts about watching it. I know it's supposed to portray the suffering of Christ and all, but eeeeekkk.

Reminds me of this really, really horrible X-Files fic I read years ago where Mulder and Scully were so horribly tortured by CSM minions that all you could wish for was their death -- as soon as possible. I hated the author's sadism, because s/he seemed to enjoy those tortures scenes. I stopped reading halfway.

I may be getting a bit biased, but I don't know... is it really necessary to be that gory and violent? This sounds wonky coming from the woman who cheered during Kill Bill Vol. I, but still. That was a work of fiction, and this is supposed to be based on a true story -- I guess that's the difference.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm going to see it when it opens nere.

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From imdb:

Martinez: I Find Models Unattractive -- French movie hunk Olivier Martinez has good news for girlfriend Kylie Minogue - he finds young models unattractive. The "Unfaithful" actor, 38 - who has been dating 35-year-old Kylie for a year - knows that girls who are still in their teens may look like dream lovers but are in reality too inexperienced in life to be interesting. And Olivier would never date a model anyway - because they are not clever enough for him. He explains, "You don't need to be 18 to be beautiful. At 18, most of the time, you are stupid. I used to think, I want girls like that. But beauty is not all about looks. I have never met a model with a brain."

Yeah, 'cause he's dating the ugliest woman on Earth. WTF, dude? Talk about a brain fart.

*rolls eyes*

1) We organized this brunch for an intern that leaves today. He never came. We ate nonetheless, and did so well, I don't think any of us will have lunch today.

2) The Leaky Cauldron has a new look -- it's fantastic. That's what happens when I read the LJ feed and not the website per se. But yes, me likey. ♥

3) Elijah on Conan? The r0x0r. Also, The Tan Jacket of Doom made a cameo. Heh. I swear, he and that jacket are the new OTP.

4) My boss arrived bitching about our receptionist's attire today -- too informal for his tastes. I felt like crawling under my desk because I'm wearing jeans, a baby tee and a cherry sweater. He called me and I thought I was the next, because he started talking about inappropriate work attire. I told him that today's casual Friday and all, but he tells me that doesn't matter, because you must know how to wea Turns out I'm commisioned to go out on Monday to the mall and check out possible uniforms for her. You know, suits and stuff. So I go to a pre-shopping spee, make some sort of budget, then go out with the receptionist and actually buy her clothes. I'm my company's Carson Kressley, bitches! Heheh.

5) Conversation held with my mother last night as she saw my wallpaper:

Miggie's Mom: "Ooooh, look at Pippin! He's so cute."
Miggie: "Mah Billeh! He is, isn't he? You should see him wearing a kilt."
Miggie's Mom: "Men with skirts are not my thing."
Miggie: "It's a kilt. They're Scottish. They look great."
Miggie's Mom: "Okay, whatever. You and your kinks. Frodo has funny hair. How old is he?"
Miggie: "He's 23 now."
Miggie's Mom: "Really? He looks like 17. His eyes are amazing, though. Where's Sam?"
Miggie: "In the glasses between Lij and Billy."
Miggie's Mom: "Hey, he's kinda hot with a tux on."
Miggie: "Heheheh."
Miggie's Mom: "Wait -- is that MERRY?"
Miggie: "Yeah, that's Dommie. Mmm."
Miggie's Mom: "Oh my God. He's gorgeous."
Miggie: "Are you kidding me? he's fucking hot."
Miggie's Mom: "Hmmyeah."

Then she OOGLED him. In an up-and-down assessment kinda way. Then she says "pretty boy" quite naughtily and goes away. I was in shock, I tell you. But kinda proud -- she felt the pull of Teh Sex, I know it. :D

What sad news to wake up to. :(

Makes me wonder if I'll live to see the day when we stop killing each other because of petty convictions. How many more innocent people will have to die? Will all this death ever stop?

:'(

What a fucking dull weekend. Apart from looking at Dom getting his nails done (and therefore adding more depth to my kinky bondage ideas when detailing his wrists) and writing slash drabbles for amusement with Kate, I really didn't get anything done. Also felt kinda sick on Saturday, most likely due to the obscene temperatures of the a/c at the office. However, soup, chocolate and a marathon of Alias on TV made me feel way better.

Ah yes, Alias. Why I never saw this from the beginning, I don't know. Probably because it started when XF was finishing and I was kinda hung up on Mulder and Scully. But DAMN! Is this show great or what? Well, I've only seen 16 episodes of the first season, but what I've seen it's promising. Reminds me a bit of La Femme Nikita in terms of intrigue, action and unresolved sexual tension.

So, two weeks of Alias and I already have fic plot bunnies hopping in my head. Unbelievable. I also found Alias!crack, which is the beginning of my downfall, I can tell. As if I need more stuff to obsse... er, focus on. But can you blame me? Look at the Syd/Vaughn, look at the pretty Will Tipitt! Sigh. I feel like looking for fic, but I'd rather have recs, because I do not have the patience to go through all the badfic before I can find the good stuff. Anyone has any recs? Thank you.

Also on Saturday I found out I have a really bad case of acrophobia. My mother asked me to help her put up the curtains on the apartment's balcony, and since we needed to hook up a wood bar on the ceiling, we needed to get on top of a) a ladder or b) this bar stool ro reach that high up, right? Well, we live on a 14th floor (15th, if you count the mezzanine), and as soon as I put my knee on the barstool I felt sick. I was shaking and all, so I told her, sorry, can't. She was all, there's no way you can be such a pussy. Go on, help me, I can't do this alone please, I'll look for the ladder. So there I went on the ladder, trying to get a hold of myself while hooking up the curtain bar on the ceiling. It was nerve-wracking, but ta-da! Done. But then we found out the curtain had unhooked on a corner, so my mom got up on the barstool and did that. I was holding her by one ankle, I was so nervous. I was all clammy and shaking and crying uncontrollably, screaming to her to fucking hurry up. Then, she impulses herself to the right with her legs, and I swear I can see her falling of the window. There, I snapped. "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M DYING HERE? I HAVE NO MONEY FOR YOUR FUNERAL SO YOU BETTER STOP DOING THAT AND COME THE FUCK DOWN!" That got her attention. :-/
It was so horrible. I though I was going to have a heart attack -- I've never EVER felt that before. I was so mad at my mom for not realizing how distresed I was, because all she could see was me being a wuss. Bitch.

Took me a while to get myself together after that, let me tell you. I'd never been so frightened in my whole life. And I've never been afraid of heights before. I mean, I enjoy roller-coasters, I look forward to bungee-jumping sometime, and I enjoy the balcony of my house, but there's something about having your feet so close to the edge of that window that makes me sick. Perhaps I had so many nightmares of people falling off that balcony when I was a child that the danger of that window is emblazoned on my brain. In all cases, I hatedhatedhated not having control over myself. Quite annoying.

But, going back to the matters of the shallow, I can't wait to see Troy -- I saw the new trailer yesterday and I almost creamed my pants. I don't necessarily lust after Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom (though I'm DYING to see Sean Bean there), but the whole epic appeal of the movie makes me squeal. There was also a scene on the trailer where it looked like the guys from SFX used Massive. Awesome.

Before I end up this long post, I have to ask what's this thing about Tom Ford retiring from fashion to become a movie director? Good Lord. O.o

Last, but not least, WHEE! Hurry up, precious!

Okay, work.

Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

I'm Lord Thingy!

Like Jeanine (that annoying Chandler's ex-girlfriend) would say:

Oh. Mah. Gawd.

http://www.williamhung.reallyrules.com.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I went to bed kida happy after looking at all the pretty imagerie from the Hidalgo premiere, but then I dreamt that my dad told me to go do and turn off the car (he was warming it). So I go down, and there's this cute white new WV beetle in there (my dad has a very old one) and I decided I needed to give a small ride around the neighborhood. When I reached one of the avenues, I saw a taxi in from of me roll, skid and turn over in the most awful accident ever. That kinda made me go back to my building again and park the car. I didn't want that happening to me, specially when I wans't supposed to take the car.

But then, I parked the beetle and took my dad's motorcycle: a badass Harley-Davidson (something that of course, we don't have) and decided to take it for a ride around the neightborhood, because really, a motorcycle is much less risky than a beetle. I wish I could tell you how good it felt to ride that -- I felt like ridng over clouds, just fantastic. Plus, the hum of the motor is quite pleasing. So, I'm cruising around, and I find this church out of nowhere, and it turns out someone I know is getting married. When I get off the bike, I look like quite the HOG, with great boots and leather pants, and my ass looked just like Kylie Minogue's -- perfection. I find an old friend from college there, and I'm fucking filing his nails whil we're speaking. It seems I can't handle a bad manicure.

After we talk I find someone else outside the church. I don't know who it was, but I know this guy and make him hom with me in the Harley. Afterwards, without getting into specifics, this guy (bless him, whoever he was) did a good job in the sexual satisfaction area. He had fantastic hands, I tell you.

After that, I remember him feeding me sushi with chopsticks, and that was it.

Anyone care to analyze it?

Feel blessed, first-worlders.

You know that classic scene from The Killing Fields, where the little Vietnamese kid is screaming amidst the horror and the bullets? That's how I feel right now. I'm white noise sprinkled with sadness and depression. I don't wanna be on anybody's side, I don't wanna fight anymore, I just want to live my life in fucking peace, without feeling this despair on the pit of my stomach every day.

I'm tired. Tired of pretending I don't care, tired of ignoring what's going on, tired of being invisible, tired of feeling like throttling people and tired of wanting to throw myself out of the window.

Fuck the world, I'm coming out of this damn train.

So, those Oscars...

11/11

That's all I'm saying apart from OMGOMGSWEEPOMG!!! Hee.

Wow. Just... wow. My fandom is happy today, let me tell you. It's all hugs and love and squees. Of course I had some major fangirl moments last night. Let me share three:

1) This came onscreen while Howard Shore was being interviewed by Joan Rivers thankyouverymuch, elliciting a most undignified "OMG! THEYCAMETHEYCAMETHEYCAME!" scream from me.


2) Because there's never enough Monaboyd in the world:


3) DOMMEH!


Now, review.

So, show -- no real surprises for anyone, I presume, but enjoyable nonetheless. I do think those non-LoTR fans could have been a bit anoyed, but do I care? No. Why? BECAUSEWESWEEPED.

;)

- Billy Crystal was utterly fantastic (he MUST do the oscars every year), and that opening was the funniest thing ever. I bet lots of people cheered when the mumakil stomped over Michael Moore, eh? ;)

- Was it me, or was Renee Zellwegger talking at 78 rpm on her speech? Sheesh. Also, it annoyed me greatly she pulled out the paper from the bag. Again. Just like in the Golden Globes. So she's surprised and astonished and fabbergasted, but still has time to pull out the piece of paper out of her $5000 bag. Sorry, rant.

- The geeks earned points with their wives tonight. Exhibit A, Andrew Stanton from Finding Nemo, exhibit B, Richard Taylor from LoTR.

- Nic Cage was a bit rumpled there while presenting. Did he forget to lose the hanger? The mind boggles.

- You, Short Film Live Action Guy, STFU!

- Owen Wilson and Ben stiller were hilarious. ("It's not the Ben-Stiller-I-made-a-mistake-and-now-everyone-has-to-pay awards.") Hee.

- Annie Lennox made me cry. And she looked elvish and scary, so points for her. ;)

- The perfect girl orgy would involve Angelina Jolie, Liv Tyler, Jeniffer Garner and of course, me. How damnhotgorgeous are these women? My goodness! I was fanning myself there.

- Blake Edwards was pure brilliance. Did he actually make that, or was it a stuntie?

- Hi, I'm Sandra Bullock, and I look like a Cheap Wedding Cake Doll!

- Beautiful homakes to Katharine Hepburn and Bob Hope. Really classy.

- See, Diane Lane has such a gorgeous body. Why did she crush her boobs with that dress?

- I loved that shoot they made towards the audience in a tilt-up motion -- it realy felt as if they were in the theater watching a movie. :)

- Mitch & Mickey? ROCK ON.

- Please tell me somebody has the Jack Black/Will Ferrel "You're Boring" song on mp3.

- Foreign Language Film: "We're glad that The Lord of the Rings did not qualify in this category." Shut up, you whiny bitch, you have an Oscar.

- Uma Thurman, in the name of all that's holy, WTF did you wear?

- Whee! For Sofia Coppola.

- Adrien Brody and his breath freshener. Hee.

- Most beautiful words ever from Steven spielberg: "It's a clean sweep." ;)

Now, fashion.

Ken Watanabe -- YUM.

Elijah Wood, Dominic Monaghan, Sean Astin and Billy Boyd -- because you can't possibly get hotter than this. Not that I'm biased.

Johnny Depp -- you wanted him pretty and dressed up? You got him.

Jude Law -- bringing some of that old glamour back.

Sir Ben Kingsley -- with lighter, more elegant shades.

Djimon Hounsou -- Gorgeous, handsome and impeccable.

Naomi Watts, aka the New Nicole -- *glomps*

Liv Tyler -- the epitome of beauty.

Chalize Theron -- with a Jean Harlow style going on that exuded "movie star."

Shohreh Aghdashloo -- Stunning in red.

Julia Roberts -- I hate her, but she looked mahvelous.

Renee Zellwegger -- Very, very nice choice. beautiful dress for her.

Jeniffer Garner -- She looked leikwoahomg.

Annie Lennox -- Very her, very elegant.

And not so hot:

Scarlett Johansson -- hated that color on her.

Catherine Zeta-Jones -- I just didn't like her. Sorry. She's so beautiful and she looked like it took 10 minutes to get her hair done, and her dress was weird. I think her look was stealed by Shohreh Aghdashloo.

Marcia Gay Harden -- Her hair looked like a wig from "Hairspray." Aaaaaiiieee.

Diane Keaton -- I know this is trademark on her, but why, oh why couldn't she wear something like she wore to the Globes?

Samantha Morton -- I'm not convinced. It's a bit like furniture fabric.

All in all, a good night for fashion -- Björk didn't show up. ;)

!!!!PWN3D!!!!!