Learning Experience...

This weekend I attended a raucous metal show starring the Bronx, Big Business, some band I can't remember, and High on Fire. Prior to, during, and after I learned and observed the following things:

Synchronized headbanging is lame. If you are in a metal band and you do this you are lame. I don't care how great you are for young dudes its still lame.

If you are in a metal band you should have metal hair. If you are a rocker you should have rocker hair. These two styles should not be confused. Let me reiterate... metal dude= metal hair.





rocker= bad rocker hair



The boy tends to OBSESS over people when he can't figure out where he knows them from or if he feels like he might know them but isn't 100% sure. He especially freaks out if he thinks that that person who keeps acting like they know him thinks that he is "Robert" who is the boys bizzaro twin. They look so freakishly similar. This happens quite frequently and hilarity always ensues.

I am way more into High on Fire than I ever imagined I could be. I do wish the lead singer would stop wearing his wierd silver medallion necklace. It is very distracting when the light catches it mid head bang.

Ditch....

If you ever needed a reason to bail out on work mid week I am ready to provide you with one. Wait for it. Steady. Just a bit longer.






Now I am the first to tell you that I am not into video games. With the exception on Tetris, I have not enjoyed video games since Atari. Call me a prude but I am not really into the whole shoot-em-up-car-hijacking-talking-on-weird-headsets-and- loosing-hours-of-your-life-in-front-of-the-TV-every-day-of-the-week nature of video games. Straight from the creators of that arcade classic PacMan, this gem entered my life yesterday and I have to say...it's sort of like crack. It's addictive to watch and even more addictive to play. The whole point of the game is that you are a tiny Prince and you push this ball, a katamari, around different worlds until it reaches a predetermined size. As your ball gets bigger you can pick up bigger objects. For instance, when the boy was trying to make a 1 meter ball last night it became large enough to pick up cats and people. Once your ball is large enough, the King of the Cosmos comes to Earth and takes you back to space on the Royal Rainbow. In space he sends your katamari to the sky and it becomes a star. I know. It sounds completely insane sort of like a bad/good acid trip but trust me on this one. It's Awesome.

Review...

My annual review is complete and I don't feel or look any different. I received an overall "exceeds expectations" which is good. I will be getting an almost nonexistent raise. It's so small it's really not even worth writing about. What does all this mean you ask? It means that I am on the job hunt AGAIN which blows because I actually really like my job. I find it stimulating and challenging which in the grand cycle of life means it won't last forever and it wont buy me a new car or a fake tooth. My "exceeding expectations" has left me a little blue.

judgment Day...

I go up for annual review on Monday and I must say, I am a bit on the nervous side of things. I am not sure why. I work under little to no supervision. I rarely see my employer with the exception of the meetings we schedule ever month or so. Those normally start off strong and slowly spiral down into joke cracking and discussions on beer. I have worked fairly diligently for the past year on my project and feel as if I have accomplished the tasks assigned to me. I rarely receive feedback which I think is the source of my nervousness. I can only reassure myself by thinking that if I was really screwing up the powers that be would be on me like white on rice. I feel like my skill set has increased by leaps and bounds. I am still lacking in a few departments: spelling, attention retention, socialization with all the good ol' boys in my building, a.m. punctuality. Keep your fingers crossed folks!

You May Be Wondering...Or Maybe Not....

You may be asking yourself "Betagirl, if you are a Siberian Huskey what in the world would the boy be?"

Hold on.....wait for it....steady....



You guessed it! The boy would be a Leonberger. Mmmm...OK.

To the Dogs...

If ou have ever wanted to know what kind of dog you would be you can find out here. I was told that I would be a Siberian Husky which is cool I guess if I want to lead a life of perpetual solitude loved only by Inuit women who feed me and let their kids yank on my hair and ears.

Sheers...

Atlanta Technical College is hiring a "Technical Instructor, Barbering." I am thinking about applying.

For Those About to Rock...

I am not in the mood for a post today. I have been strangely tired all week and can't seem to wake my brain up enough to think logically and clearly. I had one moment of clarity yesterday and used it to watch an hour of the Alito hearings on CSPAN.





Basically, I wasted the moment. Therefore, today all I've got is a musical suggestion. You'll listen to it and you'll like it.

New Year Ponderings....

-I think I may have left the house without brushing my teeth this morning but I can't be 100% sure. I figure after a gallon of coffee no one will notice anyway.

-I have thrown my New Year's resolution of not drinking a glass of wine everyday after work out the window. I think I made it three days. Instead, I have justified it by the following rationale: If I lived in any other country in the world I would most likely partake in some form of alcohol consumption at some point during the day. If I were in France it would be wine. If I were in Germany it would be beer. If I were in Russia it would be vodka. When I was in Peru it was Pisco. The boy further supported my theory informing me that it would be for lunch time consumption too. I now feel no guilt for my daily glass of wine and have decided that my new resolution is to always discuss other countries in terms of cultural alcohol stereotypes. "Man I love those Rum swilling Jamaicans."

-This is potentially going to be the year of a new car and has the potential to be the year of buying a house. I feel like a big girl now. Now if I could only stop wearing those checkerboard Vans to work I think my transformation into adulthood will be complete.

-Last night I had to change the cellphone number I have had since the beginning of time. Apparently, a one Daniel Little and a one Mr. Lu have been slapping my cellphone number on credit card applications and then haven't been paying their credit card bills for approximately five years. The past few months I have been barraged by creditors calling and accusing me of trying to evade them from both Daniel Litte and Mr. Lu. After finally having it out with one of them last night and convincing them that I know no Mr. Lu or Daniel Little, I decided that the aggravation was too much and changed my number. Eat a big ol' bad o dicks Mr. Lu and Daniel Little. I liked my old number and because of your lack of financial prowess I now have to memorize a new number. "I hate your ass faces."