what the crap is with scientology?

i went here and took this and i am now the proud owner of my very own "personality test". it's 200 questions long, and you have to go to a scientology location (696 Yonge Street, 2nd Floor) to get this cryptic thing "fully" explained. if i'm gonna spend my time in the crazy church i want to know that i am in serious need of healin'. i really think they need to give me a bit more to go on don't you? i know the pointy down bit is bad - and the hand drawn flower over one of the pointy bits can't be good.
the rest of me seems to hover near "normal" but after answering questions like:
Is your life a constant struggle for survival? and Could you agree to "strict discipline"? and then there is the odd obsession with muscle twitches: Do you get occasional twitches of your muscles, when there is no logical reason for it? and Does an unexpected action cause your muscles to twitch? this is where i ask you - what do you think it means? let me know and perhaps i will get to hang out with katie and tom (click here for bigger easy to read graph which unlocks my soul)

so many teddy-bears

we went to a wedding this weekend and stayed in a b & b. this is steve the morning after the wedding looking fascinated by my camera phone. see i told you i had an on-line album!

what's a lock-out without swag and a theme song? nuthin!

this morning i was getting caught up on my cbc lock-out news and i came across this. an mtv europe style "mash-up" techno lock-out groove by dj flexible. listening to it is like watching someone fall down on tv and feeling embarrassed for them. you can download the new itunes and listen to it over and over as a podcast. if you'd like to help make my friend fatty famous print his design and support cbcunplugged.com. it is important that the cbc goes back on the air because i can't handle any more filler crap on the radio. this morning i listened to a piece on high school reunions. the "reporter" doing the piece walked around at her sisters reunion and (from the sound of it) did nothing but drink for free. she played one clip of some jerk saying that he didn't care about the crap usually associated with reunions. wow - that's really hard hitting journalism. way to get the scoop. the piece went on and on and ended with a sentiment of: well... you can go, or not go to your high school reunion. you might feel weird, but maybe not. this is jerky jerkerson reporting for the cbc. urgh

frozen brick of lunch

i have said more then once that if i didn't have the frozen-lunch-in-a-box option i'd starve. my wonderful man assembles my lunch for me in the morning so i can have the extra 5 minutes sleep that keeps me from being a cranky-pants in the car on the way to the subway. today the frozen brick of lunch let me down. i actually had to throw it out in another office to keep from being able to smell it. it was the brand that had that annoying commercial using the macerena music. bbq chicken roll was it's name, stay away. faaarrr away. if it wasn't for left over two-bite brownies and a DC i'd be chewing on my arm.

you're screwing up my morning

i am a cbc radio devotee. it's on in our house all the time. ever since the "labour disruption" my day doesn't have the same flow. i need metro morning, news, then the current. it's just a fact. the cbc management claims that a contract worker is not considered a 'disposable' worker. hooey! give people the benefits they deserve for a job well done dammit. please please cbc come back!

footnote: as someone who was hired and kept on contract for two years by the red evil media empire i fully support this strike. let's all drop Robert Rabinovitch, President and CEO and Acting Chair for the CBCs Board of Directors an email at robert_rabinovitch@cbc.ca

Bodybuilding is so weird

my company is involved with the bodybuilding industry. i am not. until i started working here the giant muscle men were trapped in my tv or the occasional terrifying sighting on the street. no matter how many ads i do, commercials i approve, or posters i make - bodybuilders are still funny.

my new best friend

today i'm really busy. and because of that... i have anew best friend. 90mg of caffeine. hell yeah

flying spaghetti monster cult grows

america is getting weirder everyday - check out the article on boing boing

wwdn

having managed to work very hard at my job all morning i decided to take a blog break. i thought i'd look up the tv stars that i thought were dreamy when i was 12-13 years old (i liked the cory's, christian slater, and probably every member of NKOTB at one time or another) and write an amusing post about how i liked an array of underdog dork stars.

star trek the next generation was my favorite show for a whole year. it was on at 5, 7, and 9 pm on weeknight and they usually played three different episodes. it ruled. (it was also the only thing my dad and i could watch together - and in a house with one tv, my dad ALWAYS got to pick the show)

anyway... during this time i had a debilitating love for wesley crusher. he was dreamy, and the only young guy on the show. so i innocently type wil wheaton into google and i found this (please read the "If this is your first time here, you should read this.")

don't rush to get that purple sunset

my friend mike over at pezi detective is having trouble deciding on a tattoo to get. let me make a few suggestions (the internet freaking rules):

the internet is a scam, just change the URL dammit

so i do a lot of work with this web company. i've been an excellent customer and they are pretty good to deal with. that being said... sometimes at work, and in life you do things that you don't want to because it's nice. that's it. just nice. if you're not nice, eventually no one wants to come to your parties anymore.

i have a friend who is nice. exceptionally nice actually. it was his birthday, and we went to his party.

HI HO pick-van-tran away!

i want a van! no wait, a pick-up, nooo i want a transport truck! why, oh why can't i have them all!

think of it... all the sexy of a 70's van with the pulling power of a transport cab, and the flexible storage of a pick-up truck. heaven! for some reason i'd think this was an american creation for sure - but it was photographed in front of a "region of peel" building.

Okay okay okay

I think I have this blog thing worked out now.
In other news... My boyfriend and I are addicted to the televison on DVD. I love it. So much in fact that regular tv bores me now. I need a minimum 3 hour injection of one show to stay interested. When the new show LOST came out we were hooked instantly. But I hate having to wait a week to get a measly 50 minutes of show. I can't wait until TiVo is in Canada (at a reasonable rate) I will be ready with VISA in hand!

worky workerton

well, i am just not into it today. i can't seem to concentrate on my job for more then 20 minutes at a time. i have read more blogs today then i care to mention - and this is now why i'm here. blogging. it's interesting to me what people did to waste time at work before the internet. oops - i just realized that i'm not using any CAPITAL letters. i have many friends who are very irritated by the wayside falling of CAPITAL letters. i just think it's easier to not stretch my pinky finger over to my shift button. yeah that's right. i'm a lazy, lazy girl. maybe it's because it's a million degrees outside and we had tv in my house growing up.

It's raining, it's pouring

and then 2 minutes later