Interesting Things

So this doctor I work for, lets call him Doctor Schmoctor for this story. So on Thursday afternoon 12/23 at about 4:50, my coworker and I were winding down for the evening and getting ready for the 3 day weekend ahead of us. Docter Schmoctor walks in and says, with his most sincere face on, "You two are the unsung heros here and I have some gifts for you." He pulled out two large wreaths from behind him and as he was doing this, the nuclear medicine tech came around the corner and said, "Hey, did you get rid of those wreaths yet?" And then I died of laughter. Doctor Schmoctor was very embarrassed. He was really trying to be sincere, is the funny part. Really trying. He tried to do his best, but he could not, as Neil Young says.

Secondly, I have a saga to tell about some emails I've been receiving. I'm hoping someone who reads this may be able to figure it out. On 10/14 I received a strange email from an address that had KonradF-BMW7hw1aNnF6IKQ6qXMQ. I was afraid to open it because it looked like spam but it wasn't in my spam . So I waited until 12/24 when I was on my dad's computer in case it exploded. Guess what it was? A picture of Will. So I emailed him back asking him who the hell he is and he emailed me this back, "uh... i don't remember sending anything to you.. who is this?" So I emailed him back, "I am a friend of will's, the fellow in the picture. Who is this?" And he emailed me back, "will who? what picture are you talking about? this is konrad..."
And I emailed him back with his orginal message and the picture forwarded as well, "I received this email from you and responded to it. The picture is of myfriend will. Strange that you would email a picture of someone you don't know to someone you don't know but I would know the person inthe picture..... curiouser and curiouser." And the final email from him, "that's really odd... i don't know you or that guy... i have no recollection f sending you anything... i don't believe anyone has my account password... what an enigma." Any ideas of how the hell this went down????????? I think it has to do with Justin some how.

I've decided that the Most Underappreciated Genius is......

Christopher Walken

After reading my friend yustin's blog I realize now that he is my favorite artiste. He can tap dance, for christ-all-mighty-on-a-stick's sake. So he wins the big prize. Does anyone have his mailing address so that I can send him two tickets to my show? I think he would like it.
Check out the review from the paper that my brother happens to be an editor for.
Clearly the stuff dreams are made of and clearly the sort of fare that Mr. Walken would eat up with a spoon. Like sugar. Or soup.

If anyone hasn't seen him on SNL in the cowbell sketch or the census taker one, you must run or skip to wherever you can get your hands on it. I just can't resist,
here is the transcript from the scene but if you haven't seen it and you want to and you don't want this to ruin it for you just don't click on it. If you have seen it, sit back and get ready for the ride of your life on the hilarious highway of memory.

Most Underappreciated Genius of Our Time?

I say Jack Handy. My dad probably says himself. Or Adolf Hitler. What do YOU think?

Sideways

I just saw sideways and now I'm going to kill myself. Actually, does anyone ever get the feeling like they are really depressed and filled with enui but suddenly inspired at the same time? That's how that movie made me feel. I love paul giamatti. Also, strangly enough, my old college chum Tracy Boyd is listed in the credits as "factotum." Whatever that means. I don't remember tracy knowing all that much about wine but maybe he helped research it or something. Or maybe he was just there for useless info. He often did have a lot to say about things that seemed unimportant to me. Maybe he did talk about wine a lot. All I know is that I should have been more attentive and interested because then I'd be hanging out with alexander pain and paul giamatti. Now who's the dummy. I really am very bummed out lately though. I hate my job so much. I really don't think there is a chance of anyone from there googling me and finding this site since I don't think I use my full name and there are literally thousands of instances of my name on the web. It is a fairly common name. Not like Marigold Haske. Unless, of course, someone from works knows marigold and googles her, finds her site, recognizes her illustration of me, and then finds this site. But that is extremely unlikely. So, I fucking hate my job so much I could puke. I hate it so much. I spend a lot of time at work on-line looking at the classifieds and reading them in the break room as well. So someone is going to get the idea that I hate my job. Also, I talk about how much I hate it. But I really am thinking of looking for something else or moving soon. I sort of painted myself in a corner with renegotiating my rent with my brother so I can't really move now but I really would like to get another job. I just have to save up enough money to live for a while without insurance. Or find out if I can get on the oregon health plan. That would be ideal. Then I could even just get a part time job. I just can't take the phone calls and the doctors anymore. I actually like my co-workers but the doctors drive me nuts and the patients are all complete assholes and insane. 99% of them at least. And the administration is a joke. And not even a funny joke half the time. I'm so sick of it all I can't even write anymore about it. It is so fucking ridiculous.

Dogs And Blogs And Clogs And Snogs And Flogs

Thanks to Justin for giving letting me in on petfinder. I'm pretty excited about this dog thing. It will be my dog so if and when I move out I will take the dog with me. If my brother wants a dog he'll get one and he may just do that when my aunt's chocolate lab and my cousin's yellow lab have puppies in may. I want a little dog though. A wittle bitty dog that can sit on my lap. I'll name him Don Rickles. Or Ron Dickles. Or something else. I threatened to move out of my brother's place because he got this big raise and doesn't really need me to live there any more but he said he still needs to buy a car. I was all like, "I'm not going to pay you rent just so you can buy a car!!" And he was all like "what would it take?" And I'm all like, "lower my rent and let me have a dog, bitch." And he's all like, "okay mandy, whatever you say, you're the boss. Just please please stay because I'm a greedy bastard and want to keep taking your hard earned money." That's pretty much what happened. Pretty much. He accused me of "jewing him down." His words, not mine. That racist bastard. I would never use that kind of language. I might call someone an indian giver though. Or a gaywad. Because Indians and Gays are still fair game as far as I'm concerned.

Other noteworthy news:
I fell down during the curtain call right after my bow on tuesday night in my big show. I fell right down on the stage in front of the world. Boy was my face red. And my knee. And swollen. My knee, that is. And Black and Blue. My face. From beating myself up. stupid stupid.
Also, my parent's recently got back from a trip to mountain view california to visit my preggers sister and her husband and also to meet his parents for the first time. They've been married for almost 2 years but her parents and his parents never met. That is sort of boring irrelevant news to most of the people who probably read this. Oh well.

I Suck

I keep trying to post something and then I'll save it has a draft and then I come back to it and write some more and then I don't post it because I get interrupted and then today I deleted the post I started last week on accident. I suck. Anyway, I'm super busy with this stupid musical I'm in but it is really fun. Go here to see the theater's website and info about the play if you are at all interested. I'm not pictured so don't go looking for my lovely face.

In other news, I'm going to get a dog in january. I'm very excited.