Gingerbread Zombie

Remeber, kiddies...

2011-10-16T17:22:00.000-07:00

I pinched this image from Hello, I'm the Doctor, where detractors of the Doctor have also been warned.

Separated At Birth

2011-09-27T16:09:00.000-07:00

Madame Kovarian (Doctor Who)

and

Catalina Creel (Cuna de Lobos)

I would have never pegged Steven Moffatt as a fan of old Mexican telenovelas.

Tell Me, Baby, What's Your Story or My Life As A Dalek

2011-05-09T11:55:00.001-07:00

So like this one time, I was working for an unnamed local municipality when the PTB tried to cut my job out of the blue. A few threats of recall later, city council announces all magnanimous-like that the program was approved for a year and I still had a job. Everything was back to normal, full of springtime and puppies.

If you've read this far you might think you've stumbled across an old post. Let's face it, all the posts on this blog are old. The frequency with which I update here coincides with the number of times I wash my car in a year. Yeah, my car is dirty, but one day that layer of dirt is going to turn into diamonds and I'll have a diamond encrusted car. I'll be strutting my stuff, rocking out to the New York Dolls and blinding people with my bling. Talk about a personality crisis...

This, however, is not an old post. The PTB have decided the program is unnecessary and we're on the chopping block--- again. Didn't we just go through this? Oy vey. And there's a meeting today regarding said job cuts! I was supposed to speak at said meeting but I changed my mind. I don't mind addressing the council (woooooo...doesn't that sound fancy!) but when I try to prepare a statement, all I get is "EXTERMINAAAATE!"

How many times have I told Geek Boy no pictures before I put on my makeup? I need to accentuate my eyestick.

Even the Doctor can admire well done eyestick makeup. Rose is way jealous. She is totally giving him stink eye. Learn to apply eyeliner and maybe some day you can hang with the pros, Blondie.

Anyway, since exterminating the council with my eyestick and/or plunger attachment would definitely leave me without at job, I'll just attend this round.

The Written Word

2011-03-15T14:15:00.001-07:00

Last night I was telling Geek Boy that I want to write with a quill. I want a quill pen, really. Using an actual quill dipped in ink would be very messy, I imagine---but getting all Shakespearean would be fun! Maybe I can find the ruffle-y neck gear to match! How's that for a fashion statement?

Anyway, the lovely G. posted this over at Nouveau Cheap, and tagged anyone reading it to join in the fun. Here goes:

The rules of the tag are simple--just write your answers to the following questions on a piece of paper:

1. What is your name? And your blog?
2. What's your blog URL?
3. Write: The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
4. Favorite quote.
5. Favorite song?
6. Favorite band/singers?
7. Say anything you want.
8. Pass this along to a few bloggers.

I miss the days of putting pen to paper, so this was lots of fun. Yikes! I almost needed a bigger sheet of paper---or smaller writing, perhaps?

Most Boring Post Ever

2010-12-10T10:33:00.001-08:00

In a blog filled with boring posts, this one is the definitive winner. Or loser, in this case.

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Dejà Vu

2010-08-31T17:44:00.000-07:00

Dear IT,

Here I am, writing to you again. It's like were old friends, isn't it? Except for the part where I can't stand you because you block every fucking site I try to access. I understand blocking the games, shopping, sites that would keep the employees from wanting to commit suicide on a daily basis--really, I get it, because you guys suck. But I was trying to access the site for a veterinary office---trying to make a appointment to keep Jeremy the Wonderdog healthy.

You know who blocks veterinary sites? Puppy haters.

And Nazis.

Dear IT Department

2010-07-14T11:34:00.000-07:00

Dear IT Department,

I realize it must be difficult to answer your help desk mail when you're busy patrolling my internet activity, but would you PLEASE not block sites that I need? You know, those job related sites that I use to find people work? Yeah, I kinda need those. So, stop assuming that Leather Works is a porn site rather than a retail site---some people WANT to work retail, you bunch of perverts! Let me do my job---and unblock my favorite blogs while you're at it.

Dangerkitty

Wish Me Luck

2010-06-15T18:20:00.001-07:00

We're slated to find out the fate of my division at tonight's city council meeting. All happy thoughts and good vibes will be greatly appreciated.

My First Mobile Post!

2010-05-26T11:23:00.001-07:00

Outside Council Chambers trying to catch all the stragglers for today's meeting. Brrr! It's cold out here.
This is what the guards outside Buckingham Palace must feel like. If I ever make it to London I'm so bringing those guys some warm cocoa.

Worldess Wedensday---World Cup Edition

2010-05-19T10:16:00.001-07:00

Jeremy is totally a cuter blonde than David Beckham. :-)

When Did This Happen?

2010-05-14T10:43:00.000-07:00

One of my clients just said she likes talking to me because I'm nice. I don't think I've ever been described as "nice". This is going to ruin my reputation. You know what else isn't helping? The fact that I'm listening to Billy Joel on the radio right now. Bloody hell.

Excuse me while I go file my teeth into sharp points. I'll be back to my old self in no time.

Wordless Wednesday ---Ransom

2010-05-12T08:40:00.000-07:00

No one gets in the way of Aimee of and her treats.

Why's All The Rum Gone?

2010-05-11T17:14:00.000-07:00

Geek Boy and I spent the last couple of weekends watching the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy again. I can't begin to express how much I love these movies. I love them as much as I love the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland. That doesn't say much other than I seem to have some strange fascination with buccaneers, does it? Blame a childhood filled with old Steve Reeves and Errol Flynn movies for the love of all things pirate that makes me brave crowds, heat/rain/cold/random inclement weather, and face my fear of amusement park rides--i.e. death traps--to enjoy some pillaging, plundering, and skullduggery.

How Do I Love Pirates? Let Me Count The Ways.

1. I'm not really an amusement park person. For example, I don't like rides that go very fast, go upside down, bank, drop, --you know, rides that move. But I'll get on Pirates over and over, despite the drop. And I sing every time.

2.I'll stand in a huge line in the L.A. summer heat to get on the ride. More importantly, I don't even whine about it.

3. Some of the cats that I've had over the years share their names with the boats on the ride. There's Aimee, Sabine, Josephine and Josette. They weren't named after the boats, but I still think it's cool. Yeah, I'm that lame.

4. Geek Boy would imply that I love the ride because of the animatronic Captain Jack Sparrow . Lies and calumny, I say! My favorite captain is Hector Barbossa, whose likeness also appears on said attraction. So there.

I never said he was the prettiest pirate. Oh, and MONKEY!

5. The doggie who holds the keys is the cutest thing ever. (Photo courtesy of The Hemmingford Dog Blog)

6. I like yelling "We wants the redhead!" in public. For no particular reason. Cracks me up every time.

7. My Facebook page language is set to Pirate.

8. I've dressed as a pirate captain for Halloween multiple times. Yes, the wench costumes are sexier and one of my outfits makes me look a bit like Captain Hook, but I don't care. My ship, my rules. However, I did share command of said imaginary vessel with Captain Geek Boy and he makes one hot pirate.

9. One of my favorite songs ever is "Jolly Roger" by Adam and the Ants. I stand by my opinion that the Disney costumers snagged Adam's look.

10. I celebrate "Talk Like A Pirate Day" every year. Even at work. Amazingly, I have yet to be fired.

Just for good measure:

Drink up, me hearties!

Wordless Wednesday---After the Dust Settles

2010-05-07T10:54:00.000-07:00

I've been away for so long that I almost feel the need to introduce myself again, not only to anyone who might stumble upon this nonsense, but to myself. My blogging self, anyway. Really, I've sat down with the intent to write more than once, but I can't seem to concentrate long enough to do so. It's just one more thing in a long line of stuff I meant to do.

To ease myself back into this, I'm going to start slowly by posting something that makes me smile.

Wordless Wednesday--Teeth

2010-02-10T09:06:00.001-08:00

Open up and say "ahhhh"

Wordless Wednesay--Hats!

2010-02-03T09:44:00.000-08:00

Aimee sporting her new hats.

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Crackpot History

2010-02-03T09:38:00.000-08:00

This post has nothing to do with the title, except for maybe the fact that I'm kind of a crackpot. Heh, you thought I was going to say crackhead, didn't you? You cheeky little monkeys. The thing is, I can't seem to get "Crackpot History and The Right To Lie" by Adam Ant out of my head. It's not like this song is my favorite off the "Friend or Foe" album or anything. It just seems to have parked itself in my brain.

Since my dear Mr. Ant is providing the soundtrack for this post, I'll use titles of his songs to write said work of art. (This can be a work of art...have you been to LACMA lately? One of the exhibits looks like it's made from old vacuum cleaner hoses. By comparison, this post is a bloody masterpiece.)

Hello, I Love You*

I haven't written in what seems like forever...my poor little blog has been so neglected that I'm surprised Social Services hasn't come after me. Stuff at Chez Kitty has shifted between dull and aggravating, so I figured I'd spare everyone my whining. I hope you've enjoyed the respite. Now let's break out the cheese, shall we?

* Yes, yes, it's a Doors song--but Adam did a cover of it and he can do no wrong. Except for the whole dating Heather Graham thing. She ruined "From Hell" for me. *shakes fist*

Desperate But Not Serious

It looks like my division will be moving out of our old, comfy digs to the some new swankier digs at main Silly Hall. So instead of my crappy office with lots of natural light, I'll have a nicer office with no light and lots of drama. Oh the fun! Let's look on the the bright side, shall we? I'll have lots more material for blog posts!

Place In The Country

Geek Boy and I may also be looking for a new place pretty soon. This fact alone makes up 99% of my stress. I'm not sure how I feel about moving. I like our house, but this may be the chance to move back to Pasadena. I really miss our old neighborhood, but we'd definitely be renting again. I'm fine with that, but I have to find a place that will take both our kitties. There's no way they aren't coming with us. If I dwell on this it can keep me up at night, so for the time being I've been pulling a Scarlett O'Hara . "I'll think about it tomorrow--at Tara" and all that.

Plastic Surgery

No, I haven't gotten any--it would be nice, though. I've always wanted a nose job ---more like a complete overhaul at this point---but I'm afraid my nose won't fit me. Does that make sense? Like I'm afraid I'll wind up with a nose that looks like it belongs attached to some eyeglasses and a moustache. Since I can't afford any surgery, I make due with dying my hair and trimming my bangs. This has resulted in a very important discovery. If you're rocking short Bettie Page bangs NEVER TRIM THEM YOURSELF! Double that warning if you're near sighted like me. The result will be somewhere between a Vulcan (not cool like Spock, but some red shirt Vulcan that dies at the beginning of the episode) and Katnip the Cat.

Mohair Locker Room Pinup Boys

Once again, this has nothing to do with the song, but I'm learning to loom knit! See, knitting, yarn, sweaters--some of which are made of mohair, I think...this totally makes sense. Anyway, I've mastered scarves and have moved on to hats. Geek Boy, instead of being impressed by my looming prowess, is decidedly anti-scarf. He says they're dangerous. Apparently I'm going to get my scarf caught on something which will result in my untimely demise, à la Isadora Duncan. He should have never watched that episode of "Monk".

Violà loom knit hats, as worn by the prettiest of models, Aimee.

Isn't she cute? My favorite thing is the little paw, ready to put out my eye.

Stand And Deliver

Fine, I used this one just because I love the song. Anyway, here's my own dandy highwayman, Jeremy, sporting his new slicker. He's ready for the torrential L.A. rain .

Wordless Wednesday

2010-01-06T13:09:00.001-08:00

Xander was a bit miffed when the alarm clock disturbed his beauty sleep.

Blog Award! Thanks Ebony!

2009-12-22T16:10:00.000-08:00

As if I needed another reason to dig the waaaaay cool Ebony Haywood and her Sizzling Publications, she has once again bestowed the humble little Zombie with a blog award. Thanks, Ebony!

So my five random facts are:

1. I've had at least one pet since the day I was born. My first kitty was named Suzy.

2. I haven't seen my natural hair color since I was 14. I'm amazed I have any hair at this point.

3. I like to affect foreign accents but once I start, it's hard for me to go back to my normal Valley Girl speak.

4. I know all the dialogue from the movie Tombstone. I heart Westerns.

5. I can't walk in heeled shoes. Shoes, no; high heeled boots, yes. WTF?

Now its my turn to pass on the Gorgeous Blogger Award to these gorgeous peeps:

1. Mrsofficer

2. Recessionista!

3. A Tired Wife

4. Keeley

5. Devilish Southern Belle

You're all gorgeous!

Wordless Wednesday

2009-12-16T10:44:00.000-08:00

I think I may have too much time on my hands.

Random Tuesday

2009-12-15T16:13:00.000-08:00

Welcome to another installment of Random Tuesdays! Chock full of all the info you never wanted to know!

Random Tuesdays is the creation of Superawesome Keely, the UnMom. It's like Frankenstein's monster, except it doesn't attack or throw little kids into wells. Not yet, anyway.

Geek Boy and I had breakfast this morning at around 10ish. Then I drove over to the Parental Unit's pad and had second breakfast at like 12:30. I'm considering moving to the Shire.

I've been trying to get Jeremy the Wonder Dog used to walking up the doggie ramp into my SUV. (Take that, Al Gore!) He's having none of it. I've tried every kind of treat imaginable, cookies, toys, but nothing has worked. I've even gone as far as to put Santiago the Punk Rock Kitty on the ramp to show Jeremy the fun he is missing. No dice. You know what he has mastered? Stealing Mademoiselle Sassypants' toys. How a 90 lb dog sneaks off with a toy is beyond me. I'm going rent Jeremy out as a ninja.

I haven't done any Christmas shopping yet. This isn't even my record for procrastination. the longest I've put off shopping was the year I waited til Dec 24th. I work better under pressure.

I was looking over a victim's application and bitching about the fact that it wasn't filled out completely. Holidays schmolidays! I'm even Grinchier than usual this year. Funds are kinda tight so gift shopping is pretty limited. Anyway , I was talking to said victim and he was saying how he's has hope for next year, things are going to get better, all sorts of optimistic crap. Then he tells me he omitted his address because he's homeless. He had been sleeping in his car at the park until one of the workers told him about a nearby shelter. All his money goes to child support but he's happy that at least he's got a warm place to sleep now. Damn. And I'm bitching about not being able to give expensive stuff this year. Shallow much?

Another exercise on being grateful: Holly, over at Homebody has a great post about getting her cat Daisy back for Christmas. She had been missing over 100 days. You can bet they're happy she's home.

I'm going to be more grateful for the important stuff in my life: my Geek Boy, my crazy yet awesome 'Rents, my super cool In-Laws, my BFF, and my little Band of Assassins. They're all nuts, but they're family and I love them.

So yeah, a little less Grinchy now. However, Cindy Lou Who should watch her back...I'm still gunning for her.

Wordless Wednesday---Breakfast

2009-12-09T11:34:00.001-08:00

Have you ever had a Caramel Créme Brulee & Robitussin Latte? Try it---you know you wanna.

Wordless Wednesday--Smiles

2009-12-02T10:11:00.000-08:00

Bob think s I should sell my smiley face tortilla on Ebay. I wonder if it would sell...

Like a Bad Vegas Buffet...

2009-11-25T14:55:00.000-08:00

Since I've been all spacey and non-updatey lately, today we're going to have an all-you-can-read-nonsense-extravaganza! We shall attempt something that has never been done before---combining Random Tuesday and Post-It Tuesday on Wednesday! You know what would make this even better? Deletion, you say? Nyet. Kazoos! So if you would, gentle reader, please cue the Toy Dolls cover of The Final Countdown in your head.

Random Tuesday is the brainchild of the super cool Keely , and I stole the Post It idea from the always sassy Ebony Haywood at Sizzling Publications. My most sincere apologies to both these ladies.

(See, this is what you get when blogs go slutting it up and have unprotected blog sex. Sometimes the result isn't pretty. )

*Edit: When I wrote this post, the background looked sort of like this, only shiny and frilly. I must have been possessed when I installed it.

BTW, that little pink clown doll is creepy! You don't think so? Watch "Dolls".

When I was in high school, friend of mine gave me a doll like that evil little clown creature. I don't like dolls and I don't like clowns so I never took the little bugger out of it's box. I'm convinced its the only reason I'm alive today. That and not being killed by a vampire. And on that note:

I think I've mentioned before that I think "Buffy" is the alltimegreatesttvshowever---I never get tired of watching it. Don't get me started on whether Angel or Spike was a better boyfriend for Buffy... Team Spike! :-) I'm really glad my hubby is my fellow Buffy geek. I can't imagine being married to someone who didn't get my Buffy/Angel references.

From my favorite episode of Angel, "Smile Time":

Angel: What are you people lookin' at? Well?
Spike: They're lookin' at the wee little puppet man.

Heehee...that never gets old.

I'll complain about being bored, but not about the lack of work to do. I'm going to spend my time knitting. I've recently gotten into loom knitting and I actually made a scarf. Me! Amazing, I know! Bob says it looks like medieval chain maille but he's just jealous that the scarf looks better on me. ;-P

Random Tuesday--Rant Edition

2009-11-04T10:31:00.000-08:00

I'm late (as usual!) to the party, but here's my Random Tuesday, ummmm, randomness. Thanks to Keely at Random Tuesday---without this outlet, my brain would explode.

My office is cold. Not normal cold, but evil-spirits-lurk-here cold. My space heater gets no rest, even in summer. I'm in sunny, warm Los Angeles , so this coldness? Obviously, this is the work of Satan. Just one more reason why I'm convinced I work on the Hellmouth.

Internet access has been limited by Snidley Whiplash again. First it was IM---the little twerp blocked Messenger, AIM, etc., so I've been using gmail chat. This morning I was all set to talk to my hubby when I tried to connect and got this:

Mussolini Jr. is now limiting my email access. Now I get an allowance of 1 megabyte. The best part? I'm not even trying to send anything or open any attachment...I'm just trying to log into my email.

Just got out of a meeting and am supposed to compile stats regarding the program. Apparently we need to justify our existence to the Dark Lord Sauron, i.e. He Who Rules The Hellmouth. Let me see, the economy sucks and people are losing their jobs. Our program finds jobs for people. Hmmm, seems justified to me. So riddle me this, Batman... how does one justify the annual beauty pageant that runs over $100, 000/year? And I do mean with something better than "its a tradition"...

I'm ready to call it a day.