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I’ve been really sick this week, and so have been working from home. Bronchitis, sinusitis, and conjunctivitis; no, I’m not joking. I’m one big walking itis bomb of doom, and my boss didn’t want me infecting everyone right before the holiday. Good for them, but I’m the one who will end up taking time without pay for the two days he refused to let me do anything.
Yesterday my big-boss called me at home at 8am. After determining that I still “sound awful,” he informed me he was putting me on speaker phone, because he “needs to find out what’s going on over in [my] area!”
Another guy comes on the phone and tells me he was in a meeting with Matty Dilbert* the other day, who, along with John Dilbert, basically pitched a little hissie fit claiming that I was causing work-stop issues because I was “not letting them communicate with [[Company X]] using the new [[communications system I manage]].” This is all behind my back, and to a group of other employees who may or may not know me, but there is my name being totally bad-mouthed by these pansy-assed little punks.
I inform my boss of the following facts:
- the server had crashed when the test version was released, and they had been re-indexing our database ever since
- the server was on lock-down until the new year; no new production releases can be made, per the lotus notes group here at work
- the only control over releases I have is once I have actually finished testing and authorize a move to production
- the test version was still being indexed, and hadn’t been released to me to test yet
- I HAD TOLD ALL OF THESE THINGS TO MATTY DILBERT ON MONDAY BEFORE I WENT HOME SICK
So did he just not listen to me? He showed up at my desk and interrupted me while I was on a telecon, with an employee from [[Company X]], to demand to know why they couldn’t use the system externally yet. I found it HIGHLY unprofessional that he would come over and essentially accuse me of not doing my job in front of an employee from another company, and wanted to wring his scrawny neck right there. I really don’t understand why I explained all this to him on Monday, and then at some point on Wednesday he was telling a bunch of people that I was holding things up for his group.
The phone call ended with me telling my boss that I quit working as communications manager. I just don’t want to deal with this bullshit anymore, and I have three other jobs to do that are more intellectually stimulating and don’t involve answering 10,000 emails a day asking dumb questions that they could answer themselves if they had either come to one of my training sessions, or read the packet of instructions I sent them. I just don’t see the point in continuing to work a job that makes me miserable; let them find someone new to do this job, and then they’ll really have something to complain about.
Another ridiculous work issue just came into my inbox; I’m going to copy and paste for your enjoyment (sanitized of course):
As many of you know there is an issue with the series of part numbers that [[partner company]] assigned to [[our company]] for parts in the [[engine program]]. The 10E type numbers are recognized within Microsoft Excel as a mathematical exponential function instead of a part number. Although this problem would appear to be solved by entering the numbers into Excel as a “text” field, it has been found that the software automatically reverts to a mathematical function when used/interrogated by other companion software. Since Microsoft Excel is used by both [[partner company]] and [[our company]] to review and manipulate BOM [bill of material] data, it has been decided to stop issuing 10E type number and issue 10G type numbers instead
Effective immediately, when you clone a part number for use in the [[engine program]] you will get a 10G type part number instead of a 10E type part number. You do not need to do anything different when cloning, but your part number will be different.
That’s right. We make jet engines. We employ the world’s best and brightest engineers (according to the banner hanging on the 2nd floor). But we have been foiled by Microsoft Excel! Due to an insufficiency in the way Excel handles data, we have had to change how we number engine parts.
Does anyone else find that absolutely ridiculous? I really can’t start talking about how misused I think Microsoft Excel is around here, or I just won’t stop, but I will say this: Microsoft Excel is not a database. Please stop using it as such.
* in case you hadn’t noticed, I change all engineer names to Something Dilbert.
I’ve been World of Chorecrafting almost every night this week (to the detriment of my house, which is a total mess now) and hit 78 last night. Behold, my scary warlock:
I say scary because level 80s run in fear from me. FEAR!
EDIT: I’m 80.
Yesterday I was commiserating with my DBA about the lack of common sense everyone in my building seems to have. I mean, we’re brilliant here in The Engineering Building, but some of the stuff that happens just makes you wonder.
Take for example John Dilbert, who has been complaining to facilities for weeks that his area is too cold. Facilities of course comes out on the weekend, verifies the heat/thermostat work, and probably laugh at the guy for being such a pussy about the temperature. In he comes Monday morning, and again by the end of the day his entire area is freezing. He and the seven other guys in his area are calling facilities all the time trying to figure out what’s going on, and finally facilities comes out during the work day to check out the issue. You know what they found? Yeah. This genius has been hanging his coat over the thermostat when he comes into work in the morning. So the coat was “tricking” the thermostat into thinking it was much, much warmer than it actually was…I just can’t believe no one thought to check the thermostat at all, at any time, before calling facilities – if they had ONCE looked at the thermostat, they would have realized that idiot had his coat over the damn thing.
Out of curiocity, how many countries can you name in five minutes? I got 79 guessed, 116 remaining. If I had known how to actually spell some of them, I would have gotten a few more. I couldn’t spell Uruguay, Azerbaijan, Luxembourg or Philippines, among others. I’ll bet my mother gets at least 95%, Catherine too.
I’ve been away…on Famcation. Famcation to Orlando, the ultimate tourist destination for families worldwide, for a whirlwind week away with some of my mother’s side of the family. Specificially, my parents, myself, my mother’s sister, her wife, and their two boys my favorite cousins.
We had five day park hopper passes. FIVE DAY. So vacation went a little like this…TL;DR!
Continue reading Florida Famcation
According to the GenderAnalyzer, my website is written by a man; 56% manliness, that is. When I input Eric’s website, it comes back 81% man (good for him!). Catherine, my platonic wife and super-girlie friend, managed to get 57% man, beating even me out for manliness. AV Flox, one of the sexiest female bloggers on the internet, managed to score 100% male! Frederick Clarkson’s blog seems to be written by a female, but only barely; he scored 51%. Steph Auteri, who interviewed me for the dating advice column, was the only female who managed to score 96% female; however, she mentions “husband” pretty often in her blogging, which probably helped her female score.
So I decided to get “scientific” with this gender thing, remembering a series I saw made by the BBC on brain sex. I took their quiz; six parts to tell me if my brain is more man, or more woman. If you’re interested in this (not super scientific test, more of a meme) go ahead and take it before you read more; here’s my score:
I managed to score…zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. Origin. 1>score<-1. Gender neutral…right?
I don’t think so. Let’s go over how this test works, part by part (note that their disclaimer reads, “Bear in mind that your performance may be affected by many factors in addition to gender, like age and intelligence.” That’s how I’m about to debunk this. That, and sexuality.
Part 1 of this test is angles. “This task tested your ability to identify the angle of a line by matching it with its twin. This is a spatial task, which looks at how you picture space.” Hmm…spacial tasks…I am pretty sure those are on just about every I.Q. test I’ve ever seen. Let’s see how I did in relation to the rest of the world:
Your score: 20 out of 20
Average score for men: 15.1 out of 20
Average score for women: 13.3 out of 20
Well, color me unsurprised that this test assumes that men are smarter at this spacial stuff than us women. But scientist have been telling women for years that we suck at math, logic, and “spacial concepts,” and we continue to buy into this crap. I look around myself and see…just me, the lone female engineer in my group. It must be because I have a manly brain – not because of my I.Q., right? Or – we could get into a discussion about how sexuality is influenced by brain architecture – gay women have more “male” brains, gay men have more “female” brains, but I fall right smack in the middle of THAT spectrum as well (did I just back up that argument? No…no, I didn’t).
Spot the difference…”This task tested your ability to identify which objects changed position. You lost points, if you incorrectly identified objects.”
Your score: 75%
Average score for men: 39%
Average score for women: 46%
Well, that makes perfect sense. I mean, everyone knows men are totally clueless when it comes to noticing mild differences. Did your husband ever notice when you went and got a new haircut? No. Funny, most of the men I work with can spot a millimeter difference on a lead wire…
Part 2 – hands! I was asked to clasp my hands together and see which thumb rests on top. (Go ahead and do it now before you read my results, in case you want to take this later and need an unbiased result).
Left thumb on top: This suggests the right half of your brain is dominant. Some studies theorize that as a right brain dominant person, you may excel in visual, spatial and intuitive processes.
Well, I was ambidextrous in elementary school until my 1st grade teacher (literally) beat it out of me, and I stopped using my left hand. I’m pretty sure that what hand is dominant is also determined by what half of your brain is dominant, so this could be skewed by my premature rejection of ambiness…
Part 3 is all about emotions. Well, I’m not that great of am empathizer; I can empathize if necessary, but it’s not one of my strengths (can we blame this on me being an only child? please?). I’m logical, less willing to sympathize, more willing to say “ok, this sucks, but let’s see how we can move on from this and make it NOT suck anymore.” That’s just me – I’d rather solve problems than dwell on them. So I was not surprised when I saw my results here…
Your empathy score is: 6 out of 20
Average score for men: 7.9 out of 20
Average score for women: 10.6 out of 20
What does your result suggest?
Empathisers are better at accurately judging other people’s emotions and responding appropriately. If you scored 15 and above, you are very empathic and would be an ideal person to comfort people in a time of crisis. Women in general are better at empathising.
Next part…systemising! Now we’re talking.
Your systemising score is: 18 out of 20
Average score for men: 12.5 out of 20
Average score for women: 8.0 out of 20
What does your result suggest?
Systemisers prefer to investigate how systems work. A system can be a road map, flat pack furniture, or a mathematical equation – anything that follows a set of rules. A score of 15 and above suggests you’re good at analysing or building systems. Men in general are better at systemising.
Well, I think I just explained all this when I was talking about my empathising score. I’m glad I took this test so it could tell me more about myself that I already know.
Next part, eyes. “This task tested your ability to judge people’s emotions.”
Your score: 5 out of 10
Average score for men: 6.6 out of 10
Average score for women: 6.6 out of 10
I’ll chalk this up with my lack of empathy; I apparently am clueless about people’s emotions. This probably explains why people have to hit me over the head with a baseball bat in order for me to know they’re interested in me. “If you scored 4 – 6: Your result suggests you have a balanced female-male brain and find it neither easy nor difficult to judge people’s emotions.”
Next I had to measure my ring/index fingers on both hands, which essentially told me…I have women’s hands, IF the length of fingers are, indeed, influenced by being exposed to testosterone while in the womb.
Next was faces you prefer; whether they are more masculine or feminine. Since I had to pick either men or women as a sexual preference (no option for both, sadly) I went with women, and ended up finding out – shocker – I prefer a more feminine face. However, preferences for women tend to be gray and “influenced by menstrual cycle;” aka, scientist belive that we prefer more masculine faces when we’re ovulating (which is apparently not true for me, but we can just blame that on my pesky bisexuality).
Next test? 3D shapes. Whee! “This task tested your ability to mentally rotate 3D shapes.”
Your score: 10 out of 12
Average score for men: 8.2 out of 12
Average score for women: 7.1 out of 12
If you scored 10 – 12: Are you an engineer or do you have a science background? People with these skills tend to score in this range. Past studies have concluded that people in this range have a more male brain.
Did anyone else read that to mean “engineers or people with science backgrounds tend to have a more male brain?” Yeah, thought so.
Words; I like words; right now I’m writing just to…hear myself type ;)
Your score: you associated 14 word(s) with grey and you named 7 word(s) that mean happy. We are assuming that all the words you entered are correct.
Average score for men: 11.4 words total
Average score for women: 12.4 words total
What does your result suggest? If you produced 6 – 10 words: Most people in this range have a female-type brain. Women are said to use both sides of the brain when doing verbal tasks while men mainly use their left side. Studies have shown that girls develop vocabulary faster than boys. This difference in brain power is caused by levels of pre-natal testosterone.
Well, I have quite an extensive vocabulary thanks to my father; I especially love using sesquipedalians, and try to write every day (this blog is one exersize of that, despite my lack of readers).
So what did this test tell me, overall? That scientists (or at least, those the BBC used for these exersizes) still think that women are more emotional, less mathematical, and more talkative. Men are stoic, sciency types with little emotional I.Q. but a penchant for spacial puzzles.
So I’m gender neutral. Well, I was a tomboy when I was a kid, I date both men and women (though women are much easier on the eyes, no offense guys), and my I.Q. is…well, let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t have any trouble getting into Mensa. All of these factors influence whether this test can correctly predict my brain’s sex. Which apparently was designed to support prominent western gender sterotypes.
Take the test and post your answers, and whether you think they’re accurate or not, in the comments!
A little while ago, the very talented and cool Steph Auteri interviewed me for a regular Nerve advice column called “Dating Advice From…” and mine was, you guessed it, “Dating Advice From…Engineers.” I’m on the second page, and there is even a horribly unflattering head shot of me included in the article! They only used a few of the answers that I provided, and the typo in the 4th question is not mine, so since you’re here reading your blog I present to you…all my answers!
I remember well my days playing Tekken 3 with the honors engineers of Rutgers University. My proficiency at the game (really, I just pressed every button at once, as fast as I could) seemed to impress them, elevating my status in their minds. If you were to test the suitability of a possible new gf/bf, what would you use?
I think it might have been the fact that you had no idea what you were doing but still wanted to try that impressed them. I don’t think that I need to have everything in common with my significant other, so I don’t have a list of suitability requirements when screening potential partners. It would be nice if they were interested in a few of the things that I enjoy, but even if they just try something new with me and hate it so much they never want to do it again, that would make me just as happy. I guess my list of suitability questions would be short, and just require an open mind for new experiences.
Engineers of all sorts are adept at building things…putting things together…figuring out the right tools and building blocks for optimal functionality. What would you put into a first date emergency kit?
It depends on what we were doing on the first date…if I ever take someone to a waterfall in winter again, I’ll bring a first aid kit and blankets. But if we’re talking “in case the date goes really well,” maybe fixings for a late-night snack would be in order.
Speaking of building things (holla to all you civic engineers), how would you work toward building a strong foundation for a long-term relationship?
I lasted over three years with someone who was constantly flipping the toilet paper roll around the opposite way of how I like it to hang. We were constantly joking around about our T.P. war. Understanding what is and isn’t important to the person you are with is probably the fastest way to build a foundation for a long-term relationship. You need to support them on the things they care about, just as you expect them to support you with what matters in your life. And you need to laugh while figuring it all out.
I would expect nothing less from an engineer than optimum efficiency, and I assume that you would expect the same from a prospective suitor. For all of us non-engineers, what is the most efficient way to get a hot young engineer in bed?
I assume that you always have a contingency plan, right? What do you suggest readers do to bail out of an obviously unsuccessful date?
I’ve seen on television where people work out very elaborate plans such as “call me at some predetermined time and if my date blows I’ll claim an emergency!” Really, why go to such extremes – if it’s not meant to be, cut your losses early. Usually if a date is going sour to the point you want to bail, it’s probably the first few; I believe it is entirely reasonable to just tell the person, “look, this isn’t working for me,” and end the date at that. There is no need for helicopters or men in black suits, I promise.
I have a really tight-knit group of friends, and my man doesn’t seem comfortable around them. How can I help him feel like a true part of my posse?
He’s not a part of your posse; he’s your boyfriend. Depending on how long you’ve been together, this could just be an issue of time; adding a new person to a very close group of friends is never easy, and you have to expect a new man – trying to be on his best behavior so all your friends will like and approve of him – might feel at least a little intimidated.
My man and I are always working. Always. We barely have the time left over for each other. It drives me crazy that he thinks that watching CSI together is sufficient for bonding. What would you suggest as an ideal quickie date for us?
Why not make a TV picnic to watch in front of CSI? Some of my favorite dates are ones where we didn’t go anywhere; I’m a sucker for snuggling up on the couch with someone and watching a movie. Alternatively, you could suggest he accompany you to whatever you do to decompress after working.
My boyfriend can’t make a move without asking for his dad’s opinion. It drives me crazy, because I feel he ignores my input as a result. What should I do?
Dump him. No, really…if your significant other doesn’t have you ranked significantly enough, it’s probably time to find someone who will. If you really don’t want to dump him, then it’s time to have a serious sit-down where you talk about your expectations of him, tell him to grow up, be a man, and stop calling daddy every time he needs to make a decision.
I burp in front my boyfriend. He sometimes uses his Ped Egg when we’re watching TV. I get the feeling our great romance is dead. How can we rekindle that early-relationship passion?
I have a friend who constantly cyber-stalks every promising guy she meets, consequently freaking herself out with what she finds. How can I convince her to stop being so judgmental? On the other side of things, where do you think people should draw the line when drawing up their profiles?
This is one reason why I hate so-called social networking sites; so much information about us is out there for anyone to find, and some of it might not be something we want people to find. Remind your friend that she really can’t judge someone by their online profile; you probably have no idea when it was last updated, and also remind her that her behavior is not only desperate, it is very, very creepy.
Sometimes, I’m feeling less than sexual, and all I want to do is cuddle. My bf often misinterprets this to mean that I’m looking for some “sexy time.” How can I be sure I’m sending the right message?
Did you tell him, “I just feel like cuddling tonight?” Because that seems like it would be hard to misinterpret. I really don’t understand when people insist on “sending signals” instead of just saying what they mean/want. It gets you where you need to be much faster.
I’ve just been dumped in the worst way, and am feeling a bit vengeful. Should I give in to these feelings? No? How can I distract myself from my burgeoning feelings of homicidal rage?
It depends on what the revenge is; if it’s living well, moving on, and finding someone who won’t treat you like a piece of dirt, then yes. If it involves saran-wrapping his car shut in the middle of the night so he’s late for work, congratulations! You’ve just sunk to the level of my friend’s 16 year old sister. I’ve had some shitty dumpings, and so have my friends (a six month relationship ended in a myspace comment? really??) and I really think the best thing to do is just move on. Do you really want to be “that psycho obsessed ex” they’re talking to all their friends about once you’ve “had your revenge?” I didn’t think so.
I’m so intimidated by the bar scene, and especially freeze up when a girl I’m interested in is surrounded by all of her bffs. What’s the secret to breaking the ice with a large group of gorgeous gals?
Don’t be intimidated! They’re probably complaining to each other about the fact that no one is coming over and talking to them! First approach them as a group, introducing yourself, asking how they’re all doing, and maybe some more idle chit-chat before bringing the conversation around to the one you like.
What do you look for when choosing your ideal wingman?
Cynicism, and a complete and total distrust of the entire human race. Maybe it’s because I’m a woman, but I don’t take a wingman out for the same reasons men do; my wingman is there to help me cut through all the bullshit that is flying around whenever people are hitting on other people.
I get the feeling that I’ve scared off women in the past with my intensity. How can I make sure that I’m not coming on too strong?
If you really like someone, it’s hard NOT to come on strong; I’ve definitely been there. However, you can’t assume that just because you are so totally into her, that she is equally as into you. Sometimes, let her be the one to call you, and ask a friends advice before proposing another date. They might keep you from asking for a weekend away together before she’s even ready to consider an overnight.
I’m in a monogamous relationship, but continue to have dreams about my ex. Does this mean anything? How can I explore these feelings for my ex without hurting everyone involved?
It means you’re still processing whatever happened between the two of you. Really, I don’t think “a dream is a wish your heart makes,” because if that were true, then my heart would like pirates to take over the world today, and for me to be the leader of an underground ninja resistance movement. And I think pirates are way cooler than ninjas in real life. You don’t ever need to “explore feelings for [your] ex” because they’re your ex for a reason! You broke up for good reason, remember them well, and try not to over-analyze your dreams. Focus on the person you are with right now so you’re not having ex-dreams of them in a few months.
I’ve been thinking about writing a little about Facebook for awhile now, and finally I’ve been spurned to action; The Doorman has an interesting post about random people from his past whom he has become friends with via Facebook. This is very timely because I’ve just received a barrage of new Facebook friend requests from…People From My Past. So here is a recap of SOME of the worst (and one best!) weird and “inappropriate” Facebook friend requests I have received in the past few months…
Middle school popular bitch; a little background: middle school was basically hell for me; I was in band, in gifted, wore braces and glasses, and was a total clueless tomboy. I had no idea that between 5th and 6th grade girls were supposed to start shaving their legs! So one day after P.E., as I’m self-consciously changing because my mother has not gotten me any bras yet, she yells “Ewwww! Get something to cover those nasty things up!”
Really? Now I realize that it was probably a normal every day thing for a trog like her to drop an insult so nasty and mean, but…why the fuck was she looking at my boobs, anyway? That was really upsetting for super-tomboy-socially-awkward 12-year old me. Needless to say I hit “ignore” to her friend request.
Another friend request came from a guy who unfortunately was also in the I.B. program at my high school, so we shared 75% of our classes each semester junior and senior year. He HATED me. I HATED him. He used to verbally harass one of our teachers to tears, and I would yell at him about it and tell him to his face in front of everyone that I thought he was a giant bully compensating for a tiny cock. When we dissected pigs and my girlfriends and I refused because we were vegetarians, he threw little pig organs at us for a week. I blocked him on Facebook, and while I was at it, searched out other people who I couldn’t stand in high school and blocked them as well.
A girl who tried to get me arrested for things I Did Not Do in high school added me as a friend. Really? BAN!
Another friend request came in from someone whom I am actively afraid of, so I won’t go into many details. Creepy Fuck stalked/harassed me online and in real life for years and did some truly heinous things to both me and friends of mine. I’ve been ignoring him for years, but you know that Morrissey song, “the more you ignore me, the closer I get…”
And of course, I received a friend request from Super Crazy Bitch. I’m not friends with her and I have made it clear by blatantly ignoring multiple years worth of friend requests on just about every social networking site that she finds me on that I really want nothing to do with her and her crazies. I also banned her. Ban, ban, ban – I love that feature.
One of the first times someone added me for reasons I couldn’t fathom, it was someone who I was stuck dealing with both in school, band, and church – and in all of those places, we didn’t get along (you know it’s bad if you can’t get along with someone, even at church). I sent her a “nice” message basically saying, “we weren’t friends, if I recall correctly you were a bossy bitch who annoyed me, but if you want to get to know each other now that’s cool.” Her response? “Well you were a know-it-all little shit who drove me crazy, but I’m game if you are.” We’re actually pretty decent friends now, so I’m glad I kept an open mind about her.
So sometimes I end up getting to know someone I never would have in high school or middle school, and think to myself “ok, so maaaaaaybe I can see some value in these stalker sites.” There are a few people who I never hung out wtih just based on that vast cultural chasm between high school juniors and seniors, and I’m really happy that we had Facebook around so we could find each other and become friends now that one year of age difference isn’t a big deal anymore. So for the most part my experience with Facebook has been a good one, and I have been able to use it for the purposes intended.
Does anyone else have any fun stories of weird friend requests on any kind of “social networking” site? Please share in the comments!
Catherine mentions self-censoring in her latest post, which is something I’ve been thinking about lately due to the fact that I’ve noticed I’m suddenly getting some non-me traffic from where I work. I never use people’s names, however, so I guess I’m OK still bitching about work now and then, right? It’s probably some sort of ex, anyway. It is only a matter of time before people realize I’ve had one username since I was 15 or 16, that I use that very same username on fifteen social networking etc. sites and five different instant messaging platforms, so maybe they should put a dot com on the end of it and see what happens…?
So I’ll segue that right into …
The x-Files, Part 3; or, reason number 579 I don’t date coworkers…
I’m going to explain how this date went with a nice itemized list of observations I made over the course of our date…
- Do not spend the first twenty minutes of precious quick coffee date time talking about work. If I want to eat/drink while talking about work, I’ll go to the cafeteria…at work.
- Know who you’re taking out. Please do not suddenly realize who my father is in the middle of the date, and suddenly turn bright red when you realize you’re not only taking out your coworker, but your coworker’s daughter.
- No, I didn’t care that you were older than me…until you mentioned it about 2,983 times. Really, if this is such an issue, why the hell did you ask me out?
- WTF, you’re still married? You’re still living with her? What?
- You hate cats? OK – I have two. No, I don’t want to “trade them in for a dog.”
- Bux does not have liquor for their coffee, sorry, you’ll have to wait until you get home and have your wife pour you a nice big boozy drink.
- Another 20 minutes later and I wish *I* had liquor in my coffee…
- Finally extract myself from terrible conversation with standard, “I need to go home and take care of my cats” line. He does not have my cell phone number; I do not give it to him.
So if he asks me out again I’m going to give the standard, “thank you, but this doesn’t really work for me,” line – though if his behaviour today is any indication, I don’t think he’ll be talking to me again anytime soon. He just spent 20 minutes talking to my boss (who sits three feet away from me, seeing as we share half a cubicle) and didn’t even say hello. What an asshole.
My trainer is a singer/actor in addition to be a sports/fitness fiend, and this Friday night is opening night of his latest play, and I’m PSYCHED – it’s South Pacific!!!! South Pacific combines three of my favorite things – musicals, Michener, and Hammerstein.
The Operahouse Players are performing November 14, 15, 16, 21, 22, 23, 28, 29, & 30; Fridays and Saturdays the show starts at 8pm, Sunday the show starts at 2pm. If you’re interested in going, call 860-292-6068 for tickets. General admission is $20, over 60/under 12 cost $16.
The Opera House is located at 107 Main St. Broad Brook, CT.
I’ll be there opening night, and again the 23rd for a matinee.
 Ploman glares at me for not closing the sliding glass door It’s the 12th. Wrath is coming out at midnight. Ploman and I are currently watching movies, waiting for that magical time to hit so we can head to the game store and pick up our copies the moment it is released. Yeah, it would be smarter for us to wait until tomorrow. But if we did, you would miss out on all the photos I’m sure I’ll be taking of the gomers dressed up like WoW characters…!
In other news, I’m going on a date with The Grinch tomorrow night. Why am I calling him The Grinch? Because that’s what we call him at work. He’s a mean SOB and rubs everyone the wrong way. He’s been nothing but mean to ME (think: little boy kicks girl on playground in elementary school), but when he asked me out he was so super-enthusiastic, I couldn’t bring myself to say no. I will probably be a total bitch to him all night, anyway.
I’ve decided that having heterosexual male friends (such as the grumpy glare-bot above) is good for me. We get to talk about girls we think are cute together, and he gets to point out why most of the guys I talk to are total douchebags. Between Ploman and Mr. T, I sometimes feel a little overwhelmed by testosterone.
And since turn about is fair play, I’m going to post a photo of myself. I’m posting one that John aka IneRLogic took – he paid me $100 to model, and thus helped me buy my first digital SLR camera.
If you’re my friend on twitter, you’ve seen the tiny version of this photograph. I’m actually on the pool table in the basement of my house in this shot, and as Bill likes to point out, (random trivia) I tend to shoot with an open bridge…
Anyway, Ploman can never stay very angry for long…because stuff like this happens when he comes to my house:
Watching Ploman‘s reaction to the ironman movie is hilarious – especially since he is spending half his time playing with the kitten. We can’t wait until the kitten stops being hyper, and turns into a lapcat like Bandit.
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