whiski_sour: (one of those days)
It's been an eventful two days at the day job. You'd think a short week would be easy, but no. Not in this world.

Yesterday, three of our five trucks on the East Coast broke down. Problem, we still had three runs that needed to be done today. Did I mention that one driver took his truck to the shop without telling us and another driver's truck has been broken FOR A WEEK, but he neglected to mention it? Yeah. Like that. Thankfully, they were able to do a quick patch job on one of the trucks and get the guy going.

There was also the small matter of a guy finishing his run early, but taking his time getting back to the yard. Unfortunately, he had a surprise random drug test waiting for him, which put him behind on getting started on his next run. He's going to cut it close making it home tonight.

Then today, one of my favorite drivers, Sonny, was down by St. Louis picking up coils. He was secured the straps on the load, went to get off of the trailer, and fell. An ambulance was called and Sonny told Albert that he thought he dislocated his hip.

With him on his way to the hospital, we had to figure out how to get the coils back. At first it was decided to have Stephen go from his last stop in Indiana to St. Louis because he had a rider, new guy Mark, with him. Mark could drive the coil truck home. It set up huge problems for us for the next week with Stephen's hours of service and whatnot, but it'd get the job done.

However, Mike showed up and it was decided that Chad would drive Mike down to there and he could pick up the coils with no problems. Albert calls Stephen to let him know he can come home and...Stephen's truck is dead.

All of this took place before lunch.

So, a plan was hatched to retrieve Stephen, Mark, and the broken truck with the use of a tow truck. It would take our spare truck out to Indiana and then tow the broken truck home. Stephen and Mark would drive the spare truck home.

Yeah, that was at noon. At three, the tow truck that was supposed to take the guys and the broken truck from the side of the road to a truck stop still hadn't shown up. When I left a little after 4:30, the tow truck was just leaving for Indiana, a little over two hours away. The boys might be getting home right around now.

Also over the course afternoon, we found out that Sonny had broken his hip and was going to have surgery. He's going to be out for a couple of months at least. This led us to scrambling to adjust the runs next week to account for Sonny's absence.

Needless to say, it's been a clusterfuck for the past two days and I really think we all need a three day weekend just to recover from it.


Beer me.
whiski_sour: (the horror!)
I cram my brain with horror films for two weeks during AMC's FearFest.

A week later and I get my first nightmare. Nothing new, just Michael Myers trying to kill me. He's been trying to kill me since I was six and the closest he ever came was the time he stabbed me with the pitchfork (that was a bitch).

He topped himself last night, though. He chased me down on a horse while carrying the decapitated head of some poor schmuck.

And those were good times.
whiski_sour: (I cause porn)
I'm on day 11 of watching at least 1 horror film a day, but most days more than one, and some days the same one more than once. Still no nightmares.

However, last night I dreamed that three baseball players did a Playgirl spread and they were using them for baseball cards. One of them was Chase Utley and one was Lance Berkman, aka, Fat Elvis (but it didn't look anything like Fat Elvis...and for that I'm grateful), but I can't remember who the third guy was. I wanna say it was Pat Burrell, but I'm not for sure.

I did have all three cards, though. Bet they'd be worth some money in the real world.

Gotta love my over-exposed, under-developed brain.
whiski_sour: (the horror!)
The broke state of my wallet is preventing me from executing the Halloween costume I want because I can't afford the wig I need to be Hetty from NCIS: Los Angeles. Because Hetty owns all and I'd like to taste some of the awesomeness of her power, even if for only one night.

So, I'm left without a costume and week to go. I've got some pretty generic ideas floating around in my head, so we'll see if anything catches my fancy and turns into a full blown idea.

Yes, it is just that important that I dress up only to hand out candy. Even if I wasn't doing that, even if I was only sitting by myself watching horror films, I'd still dress up. Halloween is my time.

Speaking of horror films, the remake of House on Haunted Hill, Return to House on Haunted Hill, and Constantine conspired to make some shitty horror movie viewing this afternoon. Seriously, AMC, if you're going to insist on showing them, don't show them all on together and give me a whole day of suck. It gives me the sad face.
whiski_sour: (Smile!)
Tonight begins AMC's Fearfest. They're showing nine of the Friday the 13th movies this year as well as five of the Halloweens.

But, of course, they're showing the really good stuff at awkward hours (1941 version of The Wolfman at 4 in the morning? Really?) and the crap at prime hours. Seriously, no one wants to see House on Haunted Hill 2 and I still refuse to accept Constantine as a valid offering.

This programming fail is only made up for a little by the AMC website featuring some films online, including White Zombie and Fiend Without a Face.

That's right, AMC. While you're shoving Keanu Reeves down my TV's throat and calling it horror, I'll be watching Bela Lugosi go to town with creepy.

'Cause that's how I roll.
whiski_sour: (Winner!)
Sharktopus has joined Pterodactyl and MegaPirahna in my top tier of SyFy movies. It was so deliciously bad that I'm pretty sure it gave me heart disease.

Eric Roberts was hands down the best actor (and he looked like he was having the most fun). The girl who played his daughter couldn't decide on an accent. The hero could only handle too emotions: dick and washboard abs. A lot of the other roles could have been cast with cardboard cutouts and it would have achieved the same effect. And Sharktopus was by far the most likable character in the whole film.

It was horrible and I loved it.

Bless you, SyFy. Bless you for this Saturday night crap that will probably one day give me a stroke.
whiski_sour: (not bad)
I did not spring ahead this year with much grace. I went to bed far too late, woke up far too early, stayed awake an hour, went back to sleep, and finally woke up far too late, which is probably going to cost me when I try to go to sleep at a decent time tonight.

I sacrificed my lost hour to watching Slither in the wee hours. I went to bed right after the credits started to roll.

You'd think that watching a gross horror comedy like that would give me nightmares about fast slugs and Michael Rooker turning into some kind of lumpy blob mutant. But no. I dreamed about Nathan Fillion and at some point, he turned into a cat.

Don't ask me to explain it because I'm not sure exactly how, when, or why it happened, but it did.

So, on one hand, no nightmares. On the other hand, no dream make-out session with Nathan Fillion. I guess I broke even.

At least he purred when I pet him.
whiski_sour: (the horror!)
I dreamed about zombies last night. I've been dreaming about them a lot lately. I would imagine it's because I spent most of December and January reading The Living Dead and I've been working almost exclusively on two different short stories that feature zombies.

This dream was a little different, though, because while in some dreams in which bad shit is going down I'll scream and run (hello, self-preservation!), I do not flail. I scream and run and try to think of a plan like how to escape or fight off whatever I'm running from. Like Earl said in Tremors, running ain't a plan. Running is what you do when a plan fails.

Anyway, in last night's dream, I flailed. I mean like a girly-girl who just saw a bug or a rat or a snake. Like that. I was in a house and zombies were trying to get in both the front and back door and I was running in back and forth between them, flapping my hands and screaming "What do I do? What do I do?" as I ping-ponged. To which my sister appears out of nowhere, hands me a bow and a quiver a set of arrows, and tells me to quit my screaming and just shoot them. Which I did.

I woke with two thoughts in my head:

1. The dream could have used more Woody Harrelson.

2. I bet most people would find the zombies, not the girly flailing, the most terrifying part of the dream.
whiski_sour: (wtfx4)
I listen to a local oldies station because I've never been timely or hip.

Anyway, they've started sneaking Christmas songs into their rotation, which I don't mind because I no longer work in retail and am forced to listen to "Suzy Snowflake" sixty-five times a day. They've played several of my favorites, a lot of oldies holiday songs that I've only heard a few times in my life, and some I've never heard before.

The other day I heard one that I'd never heard before ever. Didn't even have an inkling that it existed and really, don't know what I would have done if I did.

It was a Christmas song set to the music of and sung like The Animals' "House of the Rising Sun".

I swear my face did this O_o and didn't stop until well after the song was over.

I just...I'm kind of hoping they play it again so I can get another chance to listen to it because it's days later and I'm still baffled about it. It's just so questionable.

Seriously, it's not quite right. If I knew specifics, I'd download it and post it here so you could all boggle with me.
whiski_sour: (is he dead?)
Castle...'Disapproving, judgmental...you're totally my work wife.' )

In other news, Carrie says I look puffy and swollen today. She thinks I'm sick; I think I'm turning into a bullfrog. She says I can't be because I'm not ribbiting. She's no fun.

My luck, I'm filling up with alien worms and I'm gonna bust like that lady in Slither. Hell of a way to meet Nathan Fillion.


Nov. 3rd, 2009 09:04 pm
whiski_sour: (this just in)
There's really nothing of value under these cuts. Just move along.

NCIS...'Let's see, I'm a white male between the ages of 18-49 with a loud mouth and a gun. I am the American Dream.' )

NCIS:LA...'That's right. You didn't know how to swim when you first enlisted. How long did they let you wear the floaties?' )

I'm glad that NCIS is on at the same time as the new V that way I don't accidentally stumble across it. I've been avoiding the SyFy channel because they've been reairing the old mini-series. That's one of the few things that I watched as a child that scarred me for life.

Face off, lizard people. I can't.

However, I watched Poltergeist, which also had a face off scene, at about the same age and it didn't bother me.

I guess I prefer realistic anatomy under skin, no matter how honkytonk the special effects.
whiski_sour: (the horror!)
I am on my third Alien movie for the day. It's almost over. Next up, my favorite, Alien: Resurrection.

I've also been indulging in horror movie quizzes on AMC.com.

For anyone else, this might be nightmare city.

For me, it's been a day well spent.

And I bet I sleep like a baby tonight, too.
whiski_sour: (yay!)
A couple of months ago my story "Hillbilly Hunt" was selected to be in an anthology by Pill Hill Press.

Well, I'm pleased (excited as hell, really) to announce that The Middle of Nowhere: Horror in Rural America is now available for purchase on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble, just in time for Halloween.

So, if you've got a few bucks to spare and are in the mood for some scary stories, check it out.

It's not all corn and beans around here, ya know.
whiski_sour: (marshmellow stupid)
I got sucked into watching some awful Judd Nelson/Kristy Swanson SyFy movie. The badness and Judd Nelson's hair were truly mesmerizing.

It was like someone decided they wanted to make a movie about a black hole, but felt it wasn't enough for a two hour film, so he added in bits of an unfinished script about an electicity monster and set the whole thing in St. Louis.

Someone actually said, "The air is gusting."

If that doesn't put the badness into perspective, nothing I say will.

I kinda wish I taped it, though, because it is ripe for MiSTing. I had some great jokes going and I only watched an hour of it.

Speaking of badness, I taped Man with a Screaming Brain last night and I think I'm going to watch it tomorrow. I can't think of a better thing to do with my Sunday.

[livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry and [livejournal.com profile] gypsyjr, sorry I couldn't make it on AIM to chat tonight. It took me an hour to post this entry because the Internet kept flaking out on me. Maybe next week.
whiski_sour: (the horror!)
So, I've been sinus trouble. It's been pretty persistent and lately getting worse. What was once just itchy sinuses that I couldn't scratch mutated into pain, sinuses that are tender to the touch, making my teeth hurt, and causing headaches.

As established in an earlier post, antihistamines knock me on my ass and I needed an alternative. [livejournal.com profile] dr_funbags suggested a neti pot. I had to look it up because I had never even heard of one before.

Nasal/Sinus irrigation.

This did not bode well for me. )
whiski_sour: (handy liquor)
I watched The Blair Witch 2: Book of Shadows. Well, most of it anyway.

Dad watched some old black and white movie about killer mold.

Guess who got the better deal on that one.

I'll give you a hint.

From the killer mold movie:

Doctor of Killer Mold: *looking at a pile of mold with a hand sticking out of it* I think the mold is carnivorous.
Dad: Really? Well, I see why you're the one with PhD.

From BW2:

Jeff (who oddly enough looked like he had some mold growing on his chin): This makes no sense!
Me: Yeah, I came to that conclusion about this movie a long time ago.

It's really hard to MiST a movie when you have no idea what's going on. And I had no idea what was going on. I don't think the writer did, either.

However, I get a bad movie reprieve because my favorite "we'll CGI your death later" movie, Pterodactyl, is on in a little bit. Now that's a movie you can MiST. Bonus David Nykl.

Hopefully, the killer mold movie will be on again soon, too. That's one I need to watch all the way through.
whiski_sour: (aorta love)
What are single people supposed to do today? Bury their heads in the sand in shame because they're unloved and alone?

More to the point...what are single women supposed to do today? Watch romantic comedies and cry while eating chocolate and ice cream?

'Cause I didn't do that.

Well, I guess I did do the chocolate and ice cream part a few minutes ago in the form of a Klondike bar (part of which I got up my sleeve in some fucked up fashion).

And I did watch a couple of movies. Halloween (original version) and House on Haunted Hill (original version).

Let me just interrupt myself here to proclaim undying love for Vincent Price. Elegant and snarky. Damn that's a killer combo.

You know what? Screw it. I wasn't single today. Vincent Price was my Valentine.

Sure, he's dead, but I know you're all still jealous. Heh.
whiski_sour: (not the boss of me)
When I was younger, Friday the 13th was a good day. Some channel was bound to run a Friday the 13th marathon.

Today? Nope. Nothing. I weep.

I bet it's a conspiracy. They don't want to show the old ones today. They want to make me go out and see the new one. They're trying to trick/force me into paying money to see a remake.

But, I'm not going to do that. Nope.

They're not the boss of me.

Issues? Yes. But it's what makes my life entertaining.
whiski_sour: (Contemplating)
I came down with a bout of productivity today. I rearranged my closet, moving the winter stuff forward, bringing the sweaters from storage to be washed, putting away some t-shirts and tank tops.

Somehow this led me to cleaning my room and rearranging and throwing away some stuff.

Which led me to thinking that I really need to have a rummage sale this summer.

And this all led to an idea of what I could do with all of the t-shirts I don't wear anymore, but don't want to get rid of for sentimental reasons. It could be a really nice winter sewing project.

I try to make the most of productive jags because it's usually the only time I get the urge to dust my room properly, but sometimes, they go into scary and dangerous territory.
whiski_sour: (Fraggle)
SGA...'Lock 'em up.' )

Sanctuary...'I have my standards. Coffee is well below them.' )

Also of note...we're dogsitting Zasu again for the weekend. My pants are covered in doggy slobber.

And, AMC is running Frightfest until Halloween. Nothing but blood, guts, and gore on my TV for a week. This is my kind of Heaven.


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