°o.O Keyboard Tourettes© O.o°

First of all I can not wrap my ahead around the news of Heath Ledger’s passing. It’s so bizarre and really sad he’s gone at such an early age. Fuckin drugs…

on a happier note (at least for me) I am so glad Viggo is nominated for an Oscar this year. I do think Daniel Day Lewis has a very very good chance of winning, but hey, it’s the Oscars. Who knows, maybe Johnny Depp will win. I’ll cry of course, but I’m hoping my Viggo bags this one. Will make him feel better for showing his balls off on the big screen. Yes, I said it…Balls! I still love him ya know…

"There were a lot of candidates and a lot of the awards shows or organizations this year have had different mixes of people. It was nice to see Tommy Lee Jones in there. He hadn’t been in so much of the mix and when I saw his name come up and there was only one name left to go, I thought, `Naah, well, there’s no way (I’ll be nominated).’ So to be honest, I was quite surprised." Viggo Mortensen, on his best actor nomination for "Eastern Promises."

I would normally be in heaven for having managed this useless feat, but I’ll go ahead and rant anyway.  Now that I’m uninsured and can’t get a prescription for anti-depressants, not to mention I haven’t gotten my yoga face on since last year,  I feel the need to drabble my broken little heart out.  Yes,  the future still looks pretty bleak for me.  I am in the verge of an emotional, mental,and spiritual breakdown.  But who gives a shit because even though I’ll be working 12 days straight without a day off, someone close to me still thinks I don’t do anything around here.

It’s January 22..almost the end of the month and the only  thing I managed to do was get a $17.oo dollar hair cut (which to my utter surprise turned out ok).  The only friends I’ve made at work have all come and gone; some sending in their resignation papers.  I’m screwed.  I feel lonely.  Not in the manner you think of.   I have given up on all notions of a romantic,  love-filled life a long time ago.  That ship not only sailed but crashed into an iceberg and sunk like a rock.

Just when I felt getting close to unleashing the fury of a thousand suns, I saw this.  I guffawed…and I totally felt a little reprieve.  I feel like Helen of Troy next to this fool…Whoa, isn’t she the classiest lady?

Just updated the Friendster Booth/Brennan Group…

Just in case you’re curious,  I am the moderator for this group (which I also created  **cue in Pomp and Circumstance**) Who would have thunk ??!!??

Am finding joy in deleting posts from phantom Friendster users; esp. those that promote their webcams.  If only I could track these fools and get their asses picked up for electronically whoring themselves all over the net.  Yeah,  like the Booth/Brennan shippers would care to see their fugly faces anyway **scoffs**

Anywhoo,  if you’re as silly as I am and find amusement in engaging in the exchange of blah-blah-blithering blather (huh?).  Try and check the community out. 

So I decided to lurk in my House/Cameron LJ community after having exiled myself from the net since July 07…turns out there are going to be some major changes in House. I remember having left off watching Cameron resign from her fellowship with the Diagnostics team, and has happily found a niche in ER (no not the show but PPTH’s ER). I also was taken aback with news that the team that House has chosen to replace the ducklings with is not only going to be part of some wild prank concocted by David Shore and Katie Jacobs…I read that his new team is going to be series regulars. My first reaction was to slam all 10 fingers of mine on the keyboard and curse constantly to the heavens until my fingertips hurt.
The extent to which how the OG Ducklings would appear is up in limbo.
I knew one day I’d stop watching House.
I didn’t think I’d quit watching…soon.

Fuck a duck people. Fuck a fucking duck.

Edit (Jan 14 2008):

De-lurked at LJ this morning and found this fanvid made by the lovely KateJ. I can still hope I guess…it’s so frick’n squeelitious I can’t give up on my ship. I can’t! Boo to Katie Jacobs. Booooooooooooooo!!!

I was just reading ack_attack’s livejournal and the wheels in my head started turning. The reason why she gained so many friends (and dare I say, "followers") is that she always, always fills out these cool internet friending memes. To you folks they’re called, "surveys" which Friendster users always abusively fill out every second of every day for an entire year (for whatever reason, I really don’t know. But since most of them are so hella "bleh" I don’t even bother reading) and post them as bulletins so that people out there would dare read them (and probably give ‘em some kind of pat on the back for it). Nuh-uh..not me. I’ll post my nonsensical rants on my blog and then hope someone out there thinks it’s worth their time. I suspect it won’t; but hey…made you look!

1. Did you really really hate 2007?

If I only had my photoshop installed in this PC I’d create an apropros icon to sum up all the hatred I have for 2007!

2. Weren’t there at least somethings you liked about 2007?

I guess I realized how many true friends I had…the ones who bothered to find out how I was inspite my contant rejection of the notion of responding back.

Plus I believe in the year 2007, these happened:

3. Who would you like to give major props to in the year 2007?

My Pops and Mom for putting up with me. My sister who tried to not kill my husband.
Laura who rallied some folks together (including her folks) to make my kids’ Christmas a memorable one.
Oh, and to Viggo for making "Eastern Promises" and getting himself nominated for the SAG, CCA and Golden Globes **throws confetti** (and for winning the British Independent Film Awards)

4. Are you looking forward to the rest of 2008?

I’m scared shitless of what’s to come but all I can say is:

"Sawyer come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"

and of course, I wish Viggo would win the SAG, the CCA and the Golden Globe. Not every actor is brave enough to do a nude knife scene. And I mean so nude, his dangle was as clear and shiny as Homer Simpson’s bald head.

There you have it. 365 hellish days of 2007…now history. Sure I can’t undo all the crying, whining, wishful thinking I did, but I can try to start a new beginning and go from there. That is my positive half muttering within me. My negative half always emerges when I PMS. I hope and pray that the new beginning I’m craving for will come soon enough. So I thus leave you with the New Years OM, "Starting New".

A Moment Of Choice

There are times in our lives that lend themselves to starting something new. The beginning of a new year, finishing school, leaving a job, or changing homes—these all are times that turn our minds to fresh starts. Their advantage is that they bring with them the energy of that event, creating a tide of change around them that we can ride to our next shoreline. But we can choose to start anew anytime. In any moment we can decide that a bad day or a relationship that’s gotten off on the wrong foot can be started again. It is a mental shift that allows us to clean the slate and approach anything with fresh eyes, and we can make that choice at any time.

Starting new is most powerful when we focus our attention to what we are choosing to create. Giving all of our attention to the unwanted aspects of our lives allows what we resist to persist. We need to remember to leave enough room in the process of new beginnings to be kind to ourselves, because it takes time to become accustomed to anything new, no matter how much we like it. There is no need to get down on ourselves if we don’t reach our new goals instantly. Instead, we acknowledge the forward motion and choose to reset and start again, knowing that with each choice we learn, grow, and move forward.

Making the choice to start anew has its own energy—it’s a promise made to you. The forward momentum creates a sort of vacuum behind it, pulling toward you all you need to help you continue moving in your chosen direction. Once the journey has begun, it may take unexpected turns, but it never really ends. Like cycles in nature, there are periods of obvious growth and periods of dormancy that signal a time of waiting for the right moment to burst forth. Each time we choose to start anew we dedicate ourselves to becoming the best we are able to be.