I think the drink people don’t like me. Five cans of Coke in the fridge and nine thousand and twelve cans of Diet Coke. I might have to borrow BurfDog and do some butt whuppin’.

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.

Have I mentioned that I really don’t want to be here today? Check that. I really don’t want to be here today.

At least it’s pasta time.

One banana, two banana, three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch and so do many more.
Over hill and highway the banana buggies go
Coming up to bring you the Banana Splits show

Die burfing dog, die.

Ummm… errr…. (looking around bashfully) Hey blogger gang. I was looking at the “most recently created blogs” list and noticed it only went up to July 9th. Mine started July 11th. Heh. Heh heh. Heh. So I guess this means I didn’t get messed up on my URL pointing after all! I’ll just sit here quietly and patiently now.

Well, not quietly. I just won’t whine anymore.

Well, not about the directory thing.

My Yahoo! horoscope for the day:

Gemini
It is very important to take care of your health, as well as issues that relate to your job. You could act as the producer for projects that will have great meaning to coworkers and people everywhere. Your inner fears and worries need to give way to a higher motivation. Your desire to help people help themselves will attract the right support system on a cosmic level. Keep your eye on your goals.

What this means is: C’mon Blogger crew! I wanna be in the directory! I need to work on my cosmic support system!

I’m really starting to wonder about the “fairer sex”. My new desk is directly outside of the women’s bathroom on my new floor. My original thought was “Hey – now I get to see all of the women who work on this floor!” Now my thought is “What in the HELL are they doing in there?” Every now and then, some pretty bizarre noises can be heard resonating through that door. What was that? Some kind of power tool? Sure, the obvious thought comes to mind, but let’s face it – I’m a good ten feet away from the bathroom and the door is shut. That would have to be a magic wand run on car batteries or something. I’m ready for a new desk…

Whaddaya know – tomorrow the X-Men movie opens at a theater near me.

Oh yeah, I forgot I was going to mention this here. Actually I thought of it last night, but I had shut off the computer and was angrily trying to get my contacts off of my eyes. I have really dry eyes anyway, and when you add in the fact that I’m not quite all there, things degrade in a hurry. I had almost convinced myself to just stay awake so I wouldn’t have to take them out.

Anyway, what I had forgotted was my trip to the nearby Taco Bell for a dose of PHTs (Post-Hockey Tacos). While I was waiting in the drive-thru (all of the smart, fast people work graveyards at Taco Bell), I see this furry object with a long skinny tail bolt in between my car and the truck ahead of me, straight for the Taco Bell window (“It’s comin’ right for us!”). It cuts off just before the window and starts wandering beside the building. I crane my head out of the window for a better look, thinking “My GOD what a huge rat!” I focus in with my bionic vision and see… an opossum? Inconceivable! (“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”) Who would’ve though an opossum would be wandering around in downtown Berkeley? Maybe that’s the new Taco Bell mascot. Anything would be a nice change from that idiot chihuahua.