For fear of... me?

So, I was told yesterday that certain people are scared of me. I've always joked at one time or another that people, when they meet me, often find me to be scary. It generally depends on the situation under which we meet - in the lab, when I'm in the middle of an experiment, standing in front of a classroom of idiot college junior/senior BMEs, etc. I'm not an intimidating looking person by any means, and have spent most of my life being shy. But, given a certain situation where I am serious, I guess I can be scary.

Mostly, I'm just a happy person now. Just don't get me pissed off. It really does take a lot to piss me off, so people generally know to watch out when it happens. In talking to Cynical yesterday, she described a look I gave which she described as "so cold, I nearly ran out of the room." Efrex told me way back that I had, what he called, "The Stare," which apparently can curdle milk. So I guess that's what people fear - my anger or the possibility of my anger.

But again, it doesn't happen often. It's not like I pop off and yell at everyone who steps on my toe. It really does take a lot to get me to the point where I can't just brush it off. And most of the time, there's a long build-up to it.

I just find it humorous - me, scary and intimidating.

The Seven Worker Dwarves (revised)

Evil, Crazy, Bitter, Jaded, Cynical, Pissed and Maniacal.

We got rid of Clueless because, well, he was too clueless.

Introducing Hauser

Jay and Ang's new baby





And the question of the day from Jay: How do you train a pup to not pee and poop where he wants?

How do we define fugly?

Okay, okay. I'll admit it. I'm not a fashion maven by any stretch of the imagination. I don't generally follow the most current fashion trends. But I know what I am comfortable wearing, what I generally look good in, and I stick with what works. There are some things that took me a while to come around to - like capri/crop pants, which I now love. Some things I wish I could pull off (gouchos), but simply can't. And things that I will wear even if they go out of style - cargo pants and boot cut cords (not the ones with the fat cords, but the narrow ones that are actually slimming).

What is distressing me as of late is the apparent return of 80's style fashion.

"The fabulous '80s are staging a comeback for fall 2006. Especially in the form of leggings, booties and off-the-shoulder sweaters. For those of us who are, ahem, young enough to remember this glitzy era, our first initial reaction is to cringe. Visions of Madonna and Jennifer Beals appear dancing and grinding before our eyes."



Now, I've noticed it for a while, but it's coming on full steam. I mean, the outfit in the picture is actually being sold as "Sophisticated 80's Look." Seriously. There are some things that should just be left behind. MS once said that there were certain looks from the 80's which evolved into better things - the evolution of the legging to the yoga pant was her example. And I totally agree. I think it wouldn't be so cringe-inducing for me if one or two elements came back here and there. I believe it's the fact that it's coming back all at once that makes me want to scream: NOOOOOOOO!

I think I'll just stick with one piece of fashion advice I heard not too long ago: If you're old enough to have worn it the first time around, you're too old to do it again.

Oddly appropriate

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Explicit instructions

So, last Friday, as part of our half-marathon training, Crazy, SweetPea and I went out for a run in the morning in the sweltering heat. Since we were leaving just before JS would be leaving for work, we made a request: Please leave the garage door open so that we can get back into the building. This was so we wouldn't have to take keys on the run with us.

Well, returning from our run about 40 minutes later, we are happy to find that the garage door is open and we can get in. Trudge up the stairs, desperately wanting a shower (it was about 200% humidity that morning), we approach the third floor and our apartments. Happy and relieved I made it up the stairs, I try to open the door - try being the operative word here. What the?!?! F*CK!! The door is locked!! And I hear Thor barking behind the door - damn the dog for not having opposable thumbs.

I called JS to inform him of the situation (very apologetic). Maintenance was called to let me in... and I waited in Crazy's apartment until they arrived. While we were sitting and chatting, SweetPea brought up a funny point. He says, "Well, he did what you asked him to do. You told him to leave the garage door open. You never said DON'T lock the apartment. He's a guy, he needs explicit instructions..." (btw, SweetPea is a guy too, so don't get all upset thinking this is a guy bashing story) Crazy and I are laughing hysterically. Well, he does have a point, you know.

I'll just remember next time to leave step by step instructions when I go running again.

Run, run as fast as you can

So, I've mentioned that I will be participating in the Rock n' Roll Half Marathon on Labor Day weekend. The training goes... don't know necessarily that it goes well, but it goes. We did 8 miles last weekend (surprised the heck out of me that I was able to do it). We're going to do 10 miles next weekend, I think. Then just some short runs until the race.

I have a problem though. I hate running. I really do. It's boring. It's only somewhat fun if I have my running/training partners with me. Unfortunately, Crazy and SweetPea are away this week. I need them for motivation. Even going to the gym for the treadmill is hard, let alone running outside. And it's been hot (well, not today, but it has been hot). But I need to get out there, or else by the time they get back (and I know they're running where ever they are), I will be back to suck. I do need to take advantage of the nice weather, now that it's here.

I made it to the gym today, but the overall workout pretty much sucked. Maybe gluttony and sloth aren't too far off the mark, after all.

Why can't I ever have a normal round of golf?

It seems something funny always seems to happen when I go play golf. Saturday, SweetPea and I played a round at the Executive 9 at Needwood Golf Course. It was fun. I was hitting much better than I had last week. My short game still sucks. But I was feeling pretty good about the day overall. On the 9th hole, happy that my drive hit the green, I began my lineup for my putt. Last hole, ending on a good note. Hoping for par (it was a long putt). Well, as I was in my backswing, the sprinklers pop up and start spraying us, our clubs and most importantly, the green, in water. We were surrounded. It took quite a long time and a lot of dodging to finish the last hole... Why can't I ever have a normal golf outing?

Ok, this one is just random and funny

For some reason, I thought this one would be a good one to try. The answer is totally random...

Your Boobies' Names Are...

Bambi and Thumper

Boobie Name Generator

Okay, I needed to do this one cuz I'm a geek

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

Just wanted to check.

Seriously, how sad is this?

Your Deadly Sins

Gluttony: 60%

Pride: 20%

Sloth: 20%

Envy: 0%

Greed: 0%

Lust: 0%

Wrath: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14%

You'll die from a diabetic coma.

How Sinful Are You?

Really. I knew I liked to eat, but not this much. I think I'll take a nap now.