Thursday, May 18, 2006

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto

Have droids come into our lives already? Or machine body doubles? I give you an example:

We used to know and love (or hate) him as the Southern nerdy boy from American Idol. He was the one that Simon said should be on Broadway because of his flaming.... err...because of his voice.

He did better at the start of his career than Ruben did, and he actually won American Idol.

He got a little make-over on the show, and proved to everyone that little Southern boys can clean up with a bit of hair dye and a team of 30.

Then for his Christmas CD he looked a little cryogenically frozen. Maybe they frosted his tips a little too much? In any case, he was still a pretty big hit with the youngens. And the oldies still wanted to hit him. I will say that he looks a little plumper in this icy pic. Perhaps a little padding for the winter?

Or maybe he's hit puberty!

Then as just as quick as his career rose and fell, he once AGAIN sheds his "look" and is now sporting a look even more plastic look than:

Joan Rivers?

Melanie Griffith?

Kathy Griffin?

Dolly Parton?

I think the closest match is between either
Data or Ken.

I'll leave the final cast of judgment up to you.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

What Happened?

I'm not talking about my lack of blogging. Although, it's almost becoming indecent. Blame that on the work load. 25 hours, and it's only Tuesday. Anyway, I just had to drop a quick post.

Whilst watching CSPAN (something I try not to make a habit of). I see Cynthia McKinney speaking. I wasn't really listening to what she was saying. I was too distracted by the thing above her. Not too long ago, she was sleek and professional looking with this do'.
However, tonight she looked like ...
It looks she accidentally dropped a metal brillo pad down the running kitchen sink disposal and fished it out with a salad tongs, and stuck it on her head.

Some one, please help this woman.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Saturday Surprise

If you get the Pioneer Press, turn to page 4B and you will see a surprise on the bottom half of the page! Teehee

I'm off to spend a day singing at lessons, and the Vocal Essence Gala. More to come.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Unadulterated Loathing

I'm finally out of that god forsaken place! I'm so happy I could cry. Of course, I couldn't get out with one last evil check mark on my "I hate Parkside Apartments" list.

I spent all of Saturday moving out what was left. It was such a lovely day with a combination of drizzle, rain, and down pours. I'm positive Parkside planned it that way, just to make moving miserable. Well, with the help of my family, we got everything out. We scoured the place and called it a day.

We couldn't check out of the apartment on Saturday because Tami (possibly Satan's spawn?) was out of town. However, the person answering made it clear that even though we couldn't check out until Monday, we HAD to be moved out by Sunday noon. What, were they going to check? I think not. Regardless, I was happy to be out of there ASAP. So, our walk-through was at 8am Monday morning. Yay.

So, Kevy drives over from Minneapolis, and we're both there in plenty of time. We wait in the apartment (as instructed from another office employee), and 8:15 rolls around. So, I give dear old Tami a call and remind her that we have an appointment at 8. Then in her demure manner she says, "Oh, well, some people choose to come over to the office." So I ask her if she would prefer that, because we were told to stay in the apartment (seeing as that's where we would need to be anyway!), and she says she's on her way.

As the angel walks in with her 2 lackeys (all wearing their shoes) she proceeds to slam open all the cupboards and drawers. She informs us in the nicest way, "There are crumbs in this drawer!" Could that be? It's a drawer lady! So we clean out the expensive crumbs from the drawer and re-wipe down the fridge. Then she tells us that we need to clean the windows because they're dirty. So we look, and not the inside of the windows, no no no, the outside of the windows. OK, so this is my first apartment and all, but is it part of the security deposit requirement to clean the windows from the outside? Apparently here it is. So we said we didn't know that we had to clean the outside of the windows. So she pleasantly says "That's why they pop out! To clean them!" At this point I picture popping out the window, and then slamming it over her head. She just made everything so pleasant to deal with.

I'm done! And I never have to think about that place again!

Narcolepsy At Its Finest

I could topple off of my chair at any moment, but I've been kept away from my blog for too long. Must blog, must blog, need to blog. zzzzz

What a whirl-wind past week this has been! I'll try to piece together all that has happened, but with the narcolepsy and my old age, it could be a little spotty. So, I'll write in pieces to make it through everything. Here goes!

I think I have a problem.

My name is Rachel, and I'm addicted to caffeine.

I always thought, this couldn't happen to me. I come from a good family, I have a strong education, and darn it, people like me!

It's sad, but true. I suppose it doesn't help that I have a pint sized mug that says CAFFEINATED up the side. BUT! I only use that on severely desperate days. (I think I still might be in the 'excuse' phase of rehab.)