BILLY: First number is 34.499 and it looks like it's measured in degrees.
MIKE: That's the format for coordinates for latitude and longitude. KITT, check each number for latitude and longitude.
KITT: I know, Michael.
MIKE: All right. You don't have to get... snooty.
KITT: Maybe if you respected my autonomy a bit more, I would respect yours.
MIKE: I'm sorry... are we having a couples moment here?
KITT: I'm simply making you aware that I do not need to be told what to do all the time.
MIKE: Kitt? I hear you, okay?
KITT: Okay.
BILLY: Mike, did I just hear KITT smackin' you around?
MIKE: KITT and I are communicating. It's what partners do.
BILLY: Nah, it just sounded like KITT was making you his bitch.

I rewound, watched, rewound, watched... yeah. :D And laughed harder each time.

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( Jan. 4th, 2009 10:34 pm)
Wow, it's snowing again. And not just snowing a little, but snowing HEAVILY. We have 2+ inches out there now, which is so odd because it was snowing in Woodinville when we left that area earlier today.

Speaking of that earlier, I'm putting [THIS] here so that I know to talk about that lil sojourn tomorrow. As of right now, I'm about two hours past my bedtime. I'm SO exhausted, I came thisclose to a seizure earlier.
MO: I think I'm gonna take a hot shower and relax.
EJ: think of me baby, *wink*
MO: oh yes, oh yes.
EJ: awesome my heterosexual life partner
EJ: you are the bestest EVAR
MO: I am, what can I say. DO ME
EJ: Oooooooh yes, YES MORE BABY MORE
MO: *pops collah* Yeahhhhhhhhh, buddy. Like that. THAT.
EJ: Ahahah <3

The More You Know.
[CNN Article Here]

(CNN) -- The 16-year-old son of actor John Travolta died Friday morning after suffering a seizure while vacationing with his family in the Bahamas, Travolta's attorney told CNN.

"At this point, we know that John Travolta and Kelly Preston's only son, Jett, had a seizure at around 10 a.m. this morning," attorney Michael Ossi said. "All attempts to revive him were unsuccessful."

The cause of death is not known, Ossi said. An autopsy will be conducted Monday. His body will be transferred to Ocala, Florida, for burial, he said.

Jett's death "was completely out of the blue," he said. "John and Kelly are happy when their children are happy. This is the worst day of John's life."

The Travoltas also have a daughter, Ella, 8.

Rest of Article here )

I really don't do well with other people's kids dying. Famous people especially because I don't do well with newspapers and other people's thoughts/speculations about how/what happened and then "ZOMG WHAT IS THE FAMILY FEELING!?"

Well, they're feeling like SHIT. And I feel so bad for them.
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( Jan. 2nd, 2009 09:46 am)

WTF Mother Nature? This is unacceptable.
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( Jan. 1st, 2009 02:36 pm)
It was good times. Rach came over first and we had dinners. And then Leann showed up. And then everyone else.

And we got everyone in on Progressive Rummy (and I DO MEAN EVERYONE) and then it filtered down to just a few of us and David learned the hard harsh lesson about sandbagging which is this: We will fuck you up if you go down and out on us. The other lesson he learned? He can't win without Rachael.

Traditions? Twilight Zone, breakfast in the AM cooked by ME, Progressive Rummy, dancing, kids up til midnight, and of course? ZIGGY QUITMEIER!

Now, Ziggy isn't MY tradition, I stole him from [ profile] shadesofbrixton. Borrowed? Stole. Yeah, in 2004, she introduced us to a cute lil story about how, when he was a kid, her dad and his buddies had taken a name from the phone book, called his guy at midnight, yelled 'Happy New Year!' and hung up the phone. And then did it for years. It stopped (at least for her dad) when he like, went to college or something, but then he told HER about it and they looked him up in 2004 and called. And TALKED TO ZIGGY! And it turned out that her dad's buddies had been doing it for years and Ziggy said that he'd talk to them next year. It was really sweet, but the guy died a couple months later. :( And so Brix said, "Hey, I'm gonna be in a plane over New Mexico, why don't YA'LL call?"

So? I did. And now me and my sister and Nicole and Jenny have done it the last couple of years and THIS year, we added [ profile] ambisis and [ profile] calyx to the mix, too! :D And though we called at midnight OUR time (which was THREE AM their time), they were happy to hear from us, wished us a very happy new year and chatted with us for a bit. <3 The Quitmeiers are awesome folks, I'm just saying.

And? I totally got to have a slumber party with Lani and Rachael (who MADE OUT with my sister). And there were boobies. Yeaaaaaaaah. WHOO the alcohol.

May 2009 bring all the very best to you and yours, flistypeeps. If I didn't love you, you wouldn't be reading this.
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( Dec. 31st, 2008 04:40 pm)
  • Rachael has arrived.
    - we went to the store
    -- i will make dinner
    --- she is so hawt, i think i might score tonight, whoo hoo (if I can stay awake long enough, fine)

    EDIT 1: We had Huli Huli chicken & rice whilst watching We Were Soldiers with David.

    EDIT 2 - 6:40pm: Jack watched A Chorus Line (or his favorite parts, anyway), and now Rach and I are onto Bad Boys II
  • Greg Grunberg totally responded to two of my Twitters. Was I high on my cough syrup at the time? Yes, yes I was.

    Do I care I'm a stalker? No, not so much.

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    ( Dec. 30th, 2008 07:47 pm)
    Greg Grunberg wants YOU!

    Well, he wants YOU to follow him on TWITTER!

    Seriously, guys. Alias? This is my BOY. ♥ If you're on Twitter, go follow him. He's trying to get 10,000 followers and he's SO close.

    And unless you want my 47 Reasons for oh, EVERYTHING all listed again? You'll do this for me.
    RACH: Ant & Psyche are gonna have babies.

    ME: You're uninvited to New Years.


    RACH: You'd ruin all of MY RP relationships!

    ME: I WOULD NOT! I am NOT a vindictive RP'er! :(
    So, after two weeks of snow and ice, I decided to try and unbury my car and see what I could do with it. After all, the main reason I haven't gone to the doctor is because I've been TOO sick my car is buried.


    First of all, I tried this two days ago. I took the top of a plastic storage bin out to try and aid my cause and scraped a foot of snow off my convertible top because I REALLY didn't want that to collapse/tear/leak what have you. Then I unburied my windshield wipers and stuff and turned on all the defrosters and went to town on the snow around the tires.

    AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That's why I waited another two days to try again.

    So, with more water and slush on the ground (prompting flood warnings up the wazoo), I went out to try again. Wearing my Crocs (WHAT IS THIS PNEUMONIA YOU SPEAK OF?!), I rocked the car (reverse, drive, reverse, drive) to remove it from the prison of ice and solid snow that the plows had put around my baby.

    Only one moment of ZOMGWTFHELP! When we went into the complex to drop something off: I hit the slush too fast or something and the car slid sideways for a good 20 or so feet. The maintenance guy was watching and I just waited. No cars, no people in the way, so I figured it'd come to a stop eventually. We hit the curb with a *thump* and then we were good to go.

    Then we were off! :D Yay! Putting it back was another story and I'm afraid poor Lucy is stuck again. Oh well. I have cough drops.
    So, my sister comes home and says, "I heard this song. It's so your song. It's for you!"

    [Lyrics here]

    Yeah. I'm not sure if I'm terribly amused or if my illness stops me from being that way.

    Lyrics behind the cut for the linkaphobes )

    So yeah. There ya go. I'm a mean bitter hag because I can't have the hatesex I so desperately need/want.

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    ( Dec. 27th, 2008 02:50 pm)
    Sick. As. A. Dog.


    I was going to write a post here but then thought... nah. So, meme. From Larian.

    Bold & Count )

    Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
    Eartha Kitt died.

    How. Sad.

    EDIT: Robert Mulligan (Director of To Kill a Mockingbird) & Harold Pinter (Nobel Laureate) have also passed away.

    So, we're in our 13th day of of SNOW and/or ICE. THIRTEENTH. TWO STRAIGHT WEEKS.

    SNOW and ICE.

    Don't get me wrong, ya'll KNOW me. I love the snow. I don't mind it. I don't. So I'm not upset, but I AM kinda... boggled? Stunned? A little wigged out? Yeah.

    Tweak says, "A lot can change in a week."

    Yeah. You should see the photos Lani took when SHE was here. DAYUM. We're up to almost two feet since we got FOUR INCHES last night. Yeah. And it's STILL SNOWING now.

    A high school roof in Olympia collapsed today.
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    ( Dec. 24th, 2008 11:48 pm)
    Love Actually is NOT a Christmas movie.
    It saddens me that the finale of SG: Atlantis has WAY MORE continuity than the finale of Alias ever did.


    It amuses me that my subject line is from the Tweak that showed up when I went to post this.

    *sighs again*

    It astounds me that it is, yet again, SNOWING here. Not related, but huh. Mt. Subasio, this is not. How's THAT for continuity, JJ? Suck my cock.


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