Holy Hurly Moly (SPOILERS)

Wow, Hurley has not fared well.

Six? Ok, so we know of three now. Who are the other three?

I did love seeing Charlie again. He's hotter as a possible non-entity. Can I just say I cried every time someone told someone else he was dead.

And I know Sawyer went through some shit at the end of last season, but he's become REALLY sensitive.

And who didn't love the, "If it's ok with you Jack, I would like to go with Locke" comment? I love Ben Linus! Like I love lamp.

I cannot wait for tomorrow when the Internet will be in high buzz about Lost. I cannot wait for next week!

Get Lost...Again

I just read that last year's season finale of Lost will be on tonight at 9 pm (ET) before this year's season premier tomorrow night. I just thought I would mention it in case anyone needed a refresher.

Oh and of course, I will be writing all about Lost on Friday and when I say all about it, I mean, ALL ABOUT IT. So if you haven't watched it, and are still planning to, don't come to my blog until after you've seen it.

I can't even tell you how excited I am about it. But I can tell you that I've heard this first episode is a Hurley episode and it is supposed to include flashbacks AND flashforwards.

I had goosebumps just writing flashforward.

Happy Losting Y'All!

Post Weekend (AKA Monday) Tidbits

I have a co-worker (well, he works out of the Atlanta office, so while he is technically a co-worker, I don't really work with him) who spells my name wrong. No one else in this office spells my name wrong. Actually, no one I make contact with in a business capacity spells my name wrong. Just this one guy. I am starting to get REALLY annoyed by it. I really want to be like, "By the way, Dave, I spell my name MegHan." But then I think, well, this isn't the first time someone has spelled my name wrong, but Jiminy Crickets, I think as someone I work with, he should know how to spell my name correctly.

This weekend while I was in Cincinnati, we tried to go to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. A piece of advice; don't try to go to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, unless you want to pretend you are 70 years old and want to do an early bird special. We were told there was a two hour wait and that we should come back after 45 minutes just to get a beeper. I had been craving cheesecake for, quite literally, months, and did not get any. It was a disappointment, but the only one of the weekend, so that's good.

I'm already tired of Monday. I'm already tired of Tuesday.

Remembering an Actor I Didn't Hate

So were you all as shocked as I was to here about Heath Ledger's death? (To clarify this, I was really shocked). It's sad. I liked Heath Ledger. I didn't love him. I always liked him in 10 Things I Hate About You and felt bad that he had to star opposite Julia Stiles, who sucks. I really liked him A Knights Tale. He made me cry like, three times in Brokeback Mountain, especially at the end...I was blubbering like a baby at the end. I've seen the preview for the new Batman movie, and Ledger looks totally freaky as the Joker.

People say he was a drug addict, they say he had pneumonia, they say he had a sleeping problem and accidentally took too many sleeping pills.

All I know is that he had a baby with Jen Lindley on Dawson's Creek. So that's really sad.

Oh yeah, he was in Casanova too. That was a pretty fun movie.

Anyway, if you get a chance watch a Heath Ledger movie.

Two Incredibly Stupid Conversations I've Heard In the Past 24 Hours

1. At a Holiday Melt Down meeting at my gym.The faciliator is talking about how cooking vegetables in the microwave isn't very healthy, that people should try to steam their vegetables.
Question #1: What about the bags of vegetables that are made to be steamed in the microwave?Faciliator: I think it's better to not cook them in the microwave.
Question #2: What about putting water in a dish with the vegetables in the microwave?Facilitator: I still don't think it's as healthy.
Question #3 (and I sweat I am not making this one up)" What if I cook them in a dish in the microwave?
Facilitator (with a subtle sigh of frustration): I don't know.

2. Last night it snowed and this is what one reporter had to say about it on the news this morning:
It snowed, it is covering the ground, which means, it is covering your car if you parked outside. You will need to clean off your car. Don't forget to do that before you drive this morning.

Socks

So earlier I was thinking about writing a blog about this pair of navy blue socks I have that never really look blue unless I am wearing black, but then I thought, what a dumb fucking blog post. Do I want people to know how lame my life really is that the only interesting thing I can write about is how hard it is to distinguish a navy blue sock from a black sock?

But then I actually looked at my socks and I realized that I am wearing one navy blue sock and one black sock. And it is pretty obvious. It also means that I wore a navy blue sock and a black sock earlier this week.

At that point, I had to write the blog, I don't even really care how lame my life sounds.

10 to 20 Degrees Below 0.

That will be the temperature on Saturday. I think I literally might shrivel up and die.

I just wanted to let you know in case you never hear from me again.

What I Could...And DO Write About

Bleh. That’s how I feel.

I really have nothing to write about because my life is boring, boring, boring.

I could write about the weather because it is supposed to be cold and colder in the next week or so. The high over the weekend is supposed to be 15 degrees. This, of course, adds to my boring life because I don’t really like to leave my warm home to do anything. I think living here could be considered masochistic, because spending any amount of time longer than a few minutes outside is torturous. I think we should make the terrorists live outside in Ohio with a kerosene or gas heater, because a heater only keeps someone 20% warmer than they would be without a heater, and really, that isn’t very much at all.

Have you guys heard of Banksy, the graffiti artist from England. I find him fascinating because no one knows who he is. He puts all of these videos on his website, but it never shows his face. I hope he stays incognito for as long as he can. It adds to his mystique. I also find him facsinating because I have studied visual rhetoric. I mean, we could all go nuts discussing something like this:



But I feel to bleh to start the conversation.

Monday Morning Tidbits

When I woke up this morning I felt as though I had slept for months. I seriously felt as though I had slept through winter because it is 57 degrees right now. It is supposed to be a record high of 62 degrees by the end of the day. Insanity, I say.

So I went and saw that movie Juno. It's about a teenage girl who gets pregnant and decides to give her baby to Jennifer Garner and Michael Bluth. It was a pretty good movie; some funny dialogue, some very moving moments. But I am not going bananas about it like some people..

But I will tell you what, or actually, who I am going bananas for: Michael Cera, aka George Michael Bluth (yes, both Bluth men were in the movie). You see, I always loved Michael Cera on Arrested Development. George Michael was one of my top three favorite characters. And then over the summer I saw Superbad and I loved Michael Cera even more.

But Juno has pushed me over the edge for Michael Cera. He was the sweetest thing about Juno. His puppy dog eyes warm my heart.

Other than that, it was a pretty uneventful weekend. Ran some errands, went to the gym, etc. Yesterday was Liam's second birthday party. The kid loves trains. He says the word trains, but it sounds like, "TWAAAIIINS." And then last night I had a dream that I saw a jogger run in front of a train and it took off his hand. It's weird that it was just his hand. And he was bleeding blue. Anyhoo, this is just further evidence that jogging is dangerous. Please, if you love your hands, don't run for health benefits.

I Got a Sausage on My Back

It is currently 13 degrees. If your keeping track, that is considered cold. Early next week it is going to be in the 50's. Then it will go back down to the 20's. Weather is so weird. I will probably get sick. But I guess that's next week's problem. Today I am healthy.

I keep thinking I would like to try be vegetarian.. Vegetables look so good, and I love nice, cooked, soft vegetables. I've thought, maybe if I eat lighter, I'll feel lighter. But then I think about how much I like sausage. Sausage is so good. In my opinion it is a superior breakfast meat to bacon. But I don't mind bacon either.

I also really like a great cheeseburger every once in a while. I also really like a nicely cooked steak.

So, I don't think I can really become a vegetarian. But I think I will eat more vegetables. And hummus. I currently really like hummus. And maybe some rice.

And maybe some sausage right on top like a cherry.

My Body, Your Body, Any Body

Today, my dad and I went to Detroit to see Our Body: The Universe Within. It was pretty fascinating. I will admit, when I first got in there, I was a little grossed out. But eventually I was able to look past the obvious grossness and think about the fact that I was seeing what I, essentially, look like on the inside. I think that eventually classrooms will have tools like these. It gives you a newfound appreciation for what your body can do. It looks delicate and tough all at the same time. I urge everyone, if they get the chance, to check this out.

After the exhibit, my dad took me to a Coney Island for chili dogs. Not just any Coney Island, mind you, but the one my parents went to when they were young and still in love. It was right across the street from the hotel they worked at when they both met. The hotel isn't there anymore, but the Coney Island remains. It was a pretty good chili dog too. And some good fries.

Tomorrow, I am off the shop a little. Have to exchange some Christmas gifts, have to get some Christmas gifts. I also have to find a birthday gift for my nephew. I've already found my dad a birthday gift. Christmas ends...so should the present buying. But for me it doesn't end until February.

I hope you all have a wonderful New Year's.

Everybody's Working for the Weekend…

...Or at least I am. Even after a short week, I can't wait for this Friday to come to an end.

Have a good last weekend of 2007 y'all!

Lost Starts January 31...Here's a Preview

On the First Day of Christmas

1. I wish you all a Merry Christmas!

On the Second Day of Christmas

1. I don't mind the commercialism of Christmas. I just wish it didn't start so early every year.
2. I collect Santas, right? I've never bought myself one. They have all been gifts or hand me downs.

On the Third Day of Christmas

Three Christmas Factoids:

1. When I was 13, I had a really bad stomach flu on Christmas. Nobody could come over for fear of getting sick. I felt like I had cancelled Christmas.
2. I was always nervous to sit on Santa's lap. And after seeing "Bad Santa," I think I had a reason to be.
3. We never made Christmas cookies. We made apple bread, but not cookies.

On the Fourth Day of Christmas...

1. I gave my nephew Logan a goldfish for Christmas once. The fish was an 80 cent feeder, but Logan loved him. Logan's eyes were huge when he realized what it was and said, "This is mine?" He named the fish Dorothy.
2. The Christmas dance at my high school was both a formal dance and a Sadie Hawkins dance.
3. I was obsessed with the movie, "White Christmas" as a kid. I watched it over and over again. I would sing, "Lord help the mister, who comes between me and my sister and Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man," over and over again.
4. I was afraid to stop believing in Santa because I was afraid I wouldn't get as many gifts.

One the Fifth Day of Christmas...

Five more factoids...

1. Growing up, we always put our Christmas tree up the Friday after Thanksgiving. It was the first time we listened to Christmas music and we always drank egg nog.
2. I hate egg nog.
3. My favorite Christmas carols are "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" and "I'll be Home for Christmas," two of the most depressing carols ever.
4. My mom put all of our homeade ornaments on our tree for years and years. And then she threw them away.
5. A couple of years ago, my brother made tsiziki sauce for Christmas Eve and we dipped everything (like pizza rolls and mozzerella sticks) in it. Everything is good in tsiziki, except shrimp.

On the Sixth Day of Christmas...

I give you six Christmas factoids about me:

1. When I think of Ebenezer Scrooge, I think of Donald Duck's uncle.
2. I was the opposite of most children on Christmas mornings. I slept late. One Christmas I remember my father waking me up and asking if I wanted to open presents.
3. My favorite part of the Christmas tree as a kid were the real candy canes my mom put on.
4. My mom never puts my name on gifts. They are to "Marie" or "Matilda" or "Maribeth" or something with an M. She started it when I was little so I wouldn't know what presents were mine, and it has stuck.
5. I watch "A Christmas Story" once during the 24 hour period it plays on Christmas on TBS.
6. I prefer green Christmas's to white.

Only Tuesday

Something interesting happened today.

If you remember, some time ago I had an interview for a job that was in downtown Toledo. I found out a couple of weeks ago that I didn't get the job.I wasn't heartbroken; it didn't really want to pay me as much as I wanted and it is in Toledo, which is not all that desirable to me.

There was an ad in the paper for a Marketing Coordinator over the weekend, so I sent my resume to the email address it listed. They called today and they are actually a staffing service looking for a Marketing Coordinator for one of their clients. Guess who their client is? Yes, it is the same people with whom I had an interview with in downtown Toledo. I told the women that I had already interviewed there, and so I probably am not a good fit for their company. When the other staffing company told me that I hadn't got the job, they told me the job had definitely gone to someone else.

Wouldn't it be funny if they kept advertising the job and I kept calling about it? Maybe they would eventually break down, hire me and give me the money I want.

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Yesterday I was reading an article talking about the best and worst celebrities at signing autographs. Guess who was the number one worst autograph giver?
No.

No.

No.

I am just going to tell you, because you probably won't guess right.
It's Will Ferrell. Can you believe it? And apparently, he doesn't just rudely turn people down, he makes fun of them. This article kind of makes him sound like a dick.
I mean, I love Will Ferrell, I watch and enjoy ALL his movies. But, I don't think he needs to be such an asshole. I always pictured him as a super-nice guy. I've been feeling like I felt when I found out there was no Santa; as though my whole life has been a lie.

Life can be so cruel sometimes.