There is no friggin’ other way to explain it really. How can they look so much alike without being related? Or is it just simply good genes?
Here’s the proof. Lea Michele and Idina Menzel
It’s like SHAZAAM!
Also, who else is abso-friggin-lutely bummed that we have to wait until APRIL until we get the new episodes? There’s a ton of buzz going around about the final 9 episodes of the first season. Vogueing, Idina… April you have to hurry up and get here already!
Rarely do I get real favorites in terms of shipping characters, unconventional or conventional, together and it is even rarer for me to go a little nuts over them and/or about them. The last time couple of times I did was when Buffy the Vampire Slayer was still on the air and that’s been a while (May 2003). I swooned all over the unco Faith/Buffy pairing and the conventional Willow/Tara and Willow/Kennedy pairings.
I can now finally say that my spark for television pairings has been set ablaze again with the pairing of Callie and Arizona, or Calzona as they are lovingly called, from Grey’s Anatomy.
The way that Arizona is just utterly and totally, without any doubts, in love with Callie, is an amazing thing to see. Jessica Capshaw (who plays Arizona) melts me to the core whenever she gives Callie one of those loving looks.
I gotta tell ya, if Jessica even has a glimmer of that look for her Dear Husband… that boy is a lucky man.
Judge it for yourself and take a look at this wonderful, and possibly best, fan video ever. It was made by Evgail.
Pediophobia
Definition: a fear of dolls; a fear of children
Etymology: Greek paidion ‘child’
When I read the description for the latest episode of Criminal Minds I didn’t know how creepy the episode would actually be.
warning… spoilers…
“As SSA Hotchner struggles with his return to work, the team is called upon to profile a suspect with an unusual personal obsession who is abducting certain types of women and turning them into real-life dolls. ”
Next to my clown phobia, bug phobia, lessened social phobia, and various other phobias (I could write a book), there’s this thing called Pediophobia. Now the first thing you might think when you hear or read the name for that phobia, you might think it is a fear of pedophiles, but the only thing they really have in common is that the ‘pedio’ and ‘pedo’ part is derived from the Greek Paidion, meaning child.
In this form, Pediophobia is listed as a fear of dolls, or fear of children. The former pretty much applies to me. While it isn’t the highest ranking phobia on my list, that would be the bug phobia, it can, at times be pretty severe, especially when it catches me off guard, as the Criminal Minds episodes The Uncanny Valley did. While the subject and the why and how were heartbreaking, I couldn’t help but get a little frightened at the sight of how the ‘dolls’ were made.
I think the phobia stems from my youth and a little Chucky as well. I can’t help but feel as if their creepy little eyes follow you around EVERYWHERE. Waiting for the right moment when you have your back turned so they can ATTACK YOU WITH A TINY SHARP DOLL KNIFE.
Oh, and also, that description of Hotchner struggling in this episode are incorrect Wikipedia!
Do you ever have one of those days where everything seems to be going the complete opposite of what you want, look out for, try to do etc? Yeah, it has been one of those today.
It started off alright, took the bus to the station and waited for the next one. When it arrived I got in and watched a stream of other people get in as well and there was this one girl, let’s call her ‘I like to play music loudly from my telephone’ or ILTPMLFMT, this one girl was trying to get in from the back all sneaky like, but she hadn’t accounted for the VERY alert bus driver who looked at her from his rear view mirror and just shook his hand, he called her up front and called her out for trying to sneak in. That was a definite FTW moment.
It was a lovely moment to start the day off with, I hate it when people try to sneak on in the bus because they are to cheap to buy a ticket…. and it went all down the hill from there.
I got out at the stop where the grocery store was and started walking toward it when WHAM! A snowball hit me right in the gut. Every so grateful for my coat since the padding totally blocked the impact. I looked around and there was literally NO ONE around me who could have thrown that snowball. The only thing that could have made that impact was if the snow was coming from the tree above me, but that would have been a VERTICAL drop, not a HORIZONTAL one.
I just shrugged it off and went on with my business and got everything I needed at the store where there was a LONG ASS LINE at the checkout and ONE person behind it. That person called in someone else and nodded for me, yes DIRECTLY AT ME, to come join his line, I started walking when someone started pushing me from behind and someone started rushing in the front.
SERIOUSLY. First of all, DO NOT PUSH ME. Second of all. I WAS THERE FIRST. The guy nodded at ME to go to the front of the line. Boundaries people. Yes. I can be selfish that way.
It turns out that the pushing wasn’t really on purpose, it was more of the hurry before the bitch to your left gets there who was hauling ass like nobody’s business… and then the fighting started. Yup, a good ‘ol ‘I’m pissed at you and you’re pissed at me’ kind of fight with all sorts of nasty looks and words.
Let’s give them some names so I can retell this properly.
Pusher = guy that pushed me to get to the front
AssHauler = bitch who cut the line
Random Pregnant Lady (or RPL) = pregnant lady who did anything BUT mind her own business
Me = Me… duh
Pusher: Why did you do that?
AssHauler: What it was open!
Pusher: I only have three things. And she was first (dude points at me)
AssHauler: Well go in front of me then.
Me: *sigh* (mumbling) Here we go
RPL: Seriously, there’s a ton of people waiting, I only have three things.
Me: (thinking) Where the heck did the pregnant lady come from?
Pusher: It is not nice to cut in front of people
AssHauler: There was an opening and I took it.
Pusher: You saw us going for the line and you hauled ass to get there first!
AssHauler: Just mind your own business.
Me: *stepping in between the two*
Pusher: This IS my business.
RPL: You’re a nasty, nasty woman.
Me: *sigh*
Pusher: She is a nasty women indeed
AssHauler: Oh shut up and go away.
At this point both RPL and Pusher start to move forward and I literally had to put my shopping card and my self in between.
Me: (loudly) I do NOT have the patience for this today.
And everyone just gave each other a look of hatred and moved away.
Yay for me! Peace finally!
I did my business, paid for the groceries and walked out the store and on to the bus stop… and I got hit with a snowball AGAIN. This time in my neck. WHAT THE FUCK is going on! Same friggin’ spot on the sidewalk even. And AGAIN, there was NO ONE AROUND. Well no one close enough to make it that far anyway. I grumbled the entire way to the bus stop and then I noticed a couple of people walking in that same spot and suddenly they were all up in arms and looking around and cleaning out their clothes… they got hit as well and they couldn’t find the person who did it either.
And now I’m at home, finally, warm and I hit my big toe… again. I hate this day.
So hello and welcome to twenty-ten, err, two thousand ten… yeah, which ever you want to call it. Welcome to the New Year! I’m about a dollar late and a day short it being the 5th already, call it procrastination, I’m good at it.
I hope everyone had a good couple of days. I actually had plans but teh bunnies and teh bird got a teeny bit scared during the day when the idiot neighboring kids decided to let some of those bomb type fireworks off right next to the wall. Nearly scared the life out of them, and me. It was both the bunnies and the birds first New Year’s experience and I had to give the bunnies something to relax because they were completely freaked out and were literally running scared. The bird was fine as long as he could bury himself in my clothing, while I was in them mind you, and found his safety that way. By the time the real fireworks started, I had the bunnies on the desk with me and they buried themselves in my arms and against each other… So I just decided to pop in a movie and try to relax with half a zoo crawled up against me.
Now recently, thanks to P, a good friend of mine, I got completely emerged in the world of hidden object games. Especially the creepy scary ones. I just love it. The puzzles that come with it are so much fun to do, and really trains my brain to think outside the box. The hard games that is, some of them are just, err, let’s say pathetic, even a toddler could do those.
Some of the ones I’ve played are Return To Ravenhearst, The Natalie Brooks Series, Magic Academy 2, Born Into Darkness, Enlightenus and Marooned. I can say that Born Into Darkness is one of my favorites, it has VAMPIRES in it, so that’s an automatic given. I adored Return To Ravenhearst as well.
Have any of you played Hidden Object Games (H.O.G), if so what do you think about them and do you have any recommendations?
Tell us about anything or anyone which has annoyed you in the past week.
That would be a big YES. I am not going to tell about the people, but the anything is the snow. I’m sick of it already. I loved it the first night and day because the roads were clear and there was less chance of falling, but now with these freezing temperatures (we’re in the MINUS Celsius people!) and the snow that keeps falling on and off makes for one heck of a slippery road. Not to mention there’s no salting trucks going through these parts of the streets.
Do you have any specific pet peeves?
Oh boy do I… and not just because I’m hypersensitive and have OCD. some of these area actually realistic pet peeves (as in more then 1 person has them). I’ll name a few.
How do you deal with being annoyed?
Not in a good way. I usually just scoff and go away. I can’t deal with that and I haven’t found a proper way to deal with it yet. I just get cranky about it.
Sooo yeah I upgraded to the new version of WordPress. Everything was going fine and then Jenn alerted us to the scheduled post failure. I tested it out and yup, #fail with me too.
Let’s hope there’s a fix for this because I use scheduled posts.
So, today has pretty much sucked so far. While I absolutely LOVE snow.. I hate ICE and that is just what you get when the snow is trampled flat and it freezes minus 14 degrees Celsius overnight (6.8 Fahrenheit).
Had to do groceries earlier… fell down twice. One while walking the sidewalk and the second while trying to get up. Thankfully there was a lovely young man who held on to my bike while I crawl on my knees to the door to pull myself up.
Then I came back home and opened the gate to the backyard. That went fine, then I closed it and that went fine as well, until I tried to pull my key out… and it broke off.
Did I mention I hate ICE and freezing temperatures?
Oh and just now, while putting the groceries away, I broke THREE eggs and now I have to clean my entire fridge because I got mad and threw the eggs inside.
le sigh
After watching Criminal Minds I got yet another idea for a tattoo. Yes. I am getting sick of these ideas constantly floating around in my head and I just want to get them done already.
So yes I got the idea watching Criminal Minds, but no I’m not that kind of a fan girl. This is a quote that Prentiss says at the end of last night’s episode ‘Retaliation’. It is a quote by Washington Irving: “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love”.
For me, it just fits. I’ve always had the hardest time showing my emotions and I was not supposed to cry, because I thought I’d drown in my tears, and with the help of therapists I am overcoming that. That quote by Washington Irving just says it perfectly.
And now comes the figuring out of the where the heck I want to put it. Like I said in one of my earlier posts, I have ideas and places for most my tattoos… but some have changed a little. I will not be getting the stars and hearts on my hands on advice from the tattoo artists that it just wouldn’t look good. I might get them somewhere else though.
Right now I am going to concentrate on finding out where I want to put that quote and how it is going to look. I don’t want the simple text I want something around it, perhaps a story book, or a piece of paper or something like that. So I am going to look at a few designs on the internet, come up with my own thing and take it to the artists and see what they think of it and if it would work on a certain body part (once I figured out which body part it is going to be).
First up is getting the rosary; I am saving up for it as we speak, putting aside every pocket change that I have and, if I can spare it, 10 to 20 euro’s a month. So hopefully, by the time my birthday rolls around, I’ll be able to get the tattoo. My goal is 200 euro, so I know that I’ll be good for about 2 hours of tattooing, and I’m over the one third mark and saved about 85 euro.
I’m getting more and more excited. I’ll be going back to the shop sometime next week and get talking about a drawing and securing the date (all based on if I actually GET the money together). Like I said, I am gunning for my birthday, March 25th, and it IS a week day so they should be open. I also need to make sure that I’ll have enough time to get to therapy, since that starts at 7pm. They open at 2pm until 5:30pm, which could make for a PERFECT time since I’ll be able to get back in time for that and bring some cake too!
And here I went from posting every day for a month and a half to posting every couple of days. It is so easy to slack off / procrastinate when there is not a goal / assignment attached to it. Do any of you have the same problem? I do enjoy writing and coming up with a log post, but it is so easy to just leave it be.
I have the same problem with blog posts that are a series. I started writing a series of ‘the big important life update’ (part 1 and part 2 so far) and then I just STOPPED WRITING IT. I mean seriously, why is it so hard to continue with these damn updates. I was doing pretty darn good too.
So this will in fact be The Big Important Life Update Part 3.
Today marks the end of the third week without daily therapy. It’s been rough. I miss the people and strangely enough I miss certain therapists. I knew I was going to miss the group, but I didn’t think I’d miss the therapists as much as I do. Guess I thought wrong. I am however still in contact with the Drama therapist, D. I’ve worked with her two times now, getting some ‘kinks’ out of my life that are still in there and to discover how much of those kinks I actually *want* to lose.
Monday I had my second appointment with her, which I was glad for because my day was slowly turning to shit. I woke up with a bad feeling. I just knew that this day was not going to be a good day and it was pissing me off. Then when I was at the train station, there was this wave of people coming from the right who were getting off the train and I nearly had a panic attack.
I’m not good with crowds, I’ve never been and I probably never will be, but for the past year or so I have been able to manage the level of anxiety when I’m in a crowd and I was doing fine, but this just came out of the blue. I talked with D about this and somehow we ended up with the conclusion that I ‘borrow my self confidence from others’.
This basically means that I haven’t been able to develop my ‘id’, my ‘ego’. My true self. When my mother was still alive I ‘borrowed’ my self from her self. We were entwined so to speak. A symbiosis if you will. I think I’ll let the Psychiatric definition speak for itself.
a relationship between two people in which each person is dependent upon and receives reinforcement, whether beneficial or detrimental, from the other.
With my self confidence it is pretty much the same, save for the part where the other is dependent on me. See it as ‘if THEY fail, how am I supposed to do it better‘
Yes, I’m distorted that way. But how would you have grown up when your mother passed away at 16, one of the most important times in your life, and your father doesn’t guide you through those years after.
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