seven tidbits

1. My officemate loves - I don't mean "kind of likes" or "is fond of", but LOVES in a way that must equate to her love for her children - 3 CDs. Whenever I fail to gain control over the CD player in the office, she plays those 3 CDs, over and over, until I think my brain will explode. She has, through this method, completely eliminated any toleration for those 3 artists (much less any of the songs on those albums) for me. If I never, ever hear anything by any of them - or even their names - it will be WAY too soon. {{{shudder}}}
2. The latest thing on Facebook is to write a "How Well Do You Know Me?" quiz. I will never write one, because
   • I would have a very hard time choosing just the right questions
   • I would be crushed if certain people did not answer certain questions properly, and
   • I would be distraught if (when) the vast majority of my friends didn't bother answering the quiz in the first place.
   Since people are by nature lazy and uninspired by stuff like this (I've only done 3 of them, and answered a miserable 30% on one and 80% on the other two - which means I skipped at least 20 for fear that I would do even worse than that 30%!), I can hardly blame them. I'll just let them off the hook before the game even starts.
3. It takes approximately 57 seconds to set a taco shell on fire in my microwave. Yes, literally on fire, complete with orange-yellow flames. There was no permanent damage...to the microwave. The taco shell was a total loss.
4. I've been watching the television show The Mentalist, mostly because it runs immediately after my favorite show, NCIS, on Tuesday evenings. That and the lead actor is the very delicious Australian Simon Baker, who is cute even when he's speaking with a preposterous Californian accent. Over the past year, I've come to realize that the show is utterly ridiculous. It is basically a ripoff of Monk: Baker's character is a sort-of psychic, by which they mean he pays attention to the details that most people miss, both physical and emotional. He also wears the same suit at all times (exactly like Monk). And he has annoying physical tics which are pretty much outweighed by his extraordinary abilities. And he is just frustrating as all hell but is so good at what he does that he can't really be disliked (like Monk). And he's got the not-really-sexual chemistry thing going with this nearest comrade, just like Monk. Don't get me wrong - I love Monk. I just don't see the point in reinventing that particular wheel.
   My real problem with The Mentalist is that almost every episode is resolved with what can only be called entrapment. Simon Baker's character sets up the accused and they walk directly into his web, and he's left grinning that gorgeous grin, wiping his hands condescendingly, and saying, "Wha--? I'm just a consultant."
   My advice to CBS: get a consultant of your own. Take the time to do it right. And buy the guy a new suit.
5. Hate Twitter. Oh, my GOD do I hate Twitter. HATE it. SO sick of hearing about it, sick of seeing "follow me on Twitter!" slapped all over creation, and, as of this week, PROFOUNDLY sick of having my Godforsaken colleagues come into my office to blather at me about the Twitter feeds that they follow. HOLY CRAP - if I don't follow it, why in the everlasting fuck would I care that you do, much less what in the hell the idiots that you choose to follow are yammering about all Goddamned day? SERIOUSLY!
   ENOUGH ABOUT TWITTER!
6. Walked in a misty light rain last night. It was perfect: not too warm, definitely not cool at all, didn't get my shoes wet. Just right. I was a very happy walker. If I could walk in the rain every day, I would be much more fit than I am now.
7. I would do some pretty outrageous things for an apple danish at this moment. There are days when lunch seems very far away from my meager breakfast rations, and today is one of them. I'm about ready to break into my emergency supply of peanut M&Ms.