More spoilers...

Just read at the superman homepage that Ollie (green arrow) will try to get Clark to join the early stages of the JLA on Smallville this season and that apparently he already has 2 members...the Flash and Cyborg... so ok, Cyborg's not in the JLA, but whatever, it's still all good.

You know what... Justin Timberlake is hot. To hell with all that Nsync bullshit, he's hot and so's his new song. It's been stuck in my head for the last 3 days. Enjoy.

I am so grown up.

Somewhere along the line it happened. I've become an adult. I'm worrying about my stolen car, getting a rental, and making sheppard's pie on a rainy sunday afternoon. I made enough for 2 meals and froze one of them. This was the first time i've ever cooked for myself. Ever. At first it felt a little sad, but then i was like "fuck it, this isn't sad, lot's of people eat alone and now i am one of them" And then i was impressed with myself, happy that i'd finally taken this step to independence and becoming my own woman, and then i thought "dude it's only sheppards pie, don't be so dramatic".

Bus tales

It's sad enough that it's week number 2 sans car, but now i've got bus stories to tell. First i think that it's important to state the following : BUS PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! just because people don't talk to you on the bus DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU ARE IN YOUR OWN WORLD AND NO ONE CAN SEE YOU. EVERYONE CAN SEE YOU PICK YOUR NOSE. EVERYONE. I was sitting next to this guy two days ago on the 195, holy shit man. He must have been digging for gold or looking for an alternate route to China threw his nose.

Guilty until proven Innocent.

I guess it was lucky that i'd booked the day off last friday, this allowed me the time to truely get freaked out good and proper for my call from the Insurance guy. It lasted about an hour, an hour and 20 minutes. During the call, on many occasions he'd ask the same question he'd asked about 5 minutes earlier, obviously trying to catch me in a lie...a non existant lie. Towards the end of the interview things got weird. I've never had to have an interview with insurance people, and although i'm fairly sure that most of the call went the way it was supposed to the last few minutes completly threw me for a loop.

Insurance guy: Do you have any enemies?

Me: Not that i know of, no.

IG: Is anyone courting you at the moment that you've rejected?

and to this i couldn't help but giggle a little

IG: Why are you laughing ma'am?

Me: Well... it's just a little ridiculous isn't it? I mean come on.

IG: Actually no, it's not. I've had customers where that was the case and it was very serious.

Me: Well... aorry about laughing, it's just that, i guess for me, it seems a little ridiculous.

IG: So you're single by choice?

Me: By choice? Is anyone single by choice? Has anyone ever really said yes to that?

IG: Of course, some people just perfer to be single.

Me: oh....well.... no i guess i'm not single by choice....

And here's where it got weird...

IG: So, if a man were to come up to you on the bus, and started a conversation with you, and he was to your liking, this would be a good thing?

I swear to God i had no idea what to answer. Was he fucking with me here? I actually asked him "are you serious?", to which he responded and dead serious "yes". What was he trying to have me admit there? That i take the bus? That i'm a slutty-bus riding whore? What? This just seems like alot of trouble for my neon.

Kneel before him!! Oh yeah!!!!

News from the CW this morning, loving it loving it!!!! click here.

They stole my fuckin car, part deux

One thought is keeping me up at night. It's gonna sound stupid, but it really is bothering me. They stole my car and that's bad enough, but hanging on the rear view mirror was my work ID. Which means that those assholes know what i look like. Something about a stranger driving my car and laughing in my face, ok not my actual face but a picture of my face, it's really bothering me. It doesn't help that the police and insurance people are treating me like i had something to do with this, which means that Matt was right, it would appear that everyone's first instinct is to blame me. Great. Why, after having JUST paid off my car LAST MONTH, would i have my car stolen???? I've got a phone call "meeting" with the insurance guy on friday and i'm freaked out. It's all i can think about. I hate that i'm over thinking this and i keep thinking about Matt telling me that they're going to try to push me into a corner and have me say something i'm not supposed to say and i don't know what that is but i'm pretty sure i'm gonna fuck up and say it anyway. Something like "So, miss Hebert, you parked the vehicle outside your residence?" "Does a chicken have nipples?" See i don't know what that means, but i'm pretty sure shit like that is just gonna blurt out of me.

No one's going to believe this.

Last friday morning i woke up with a little bit of a sore throat. As i brushed my teeth, the thought occured to me that i should probably milk this a little and get my team manager to give a little off-line time. Everyday i stop by Chubby Chaser's window to wake him up and say good morning. For some reason that day CC was up already and was standing right next to the window. Needless to say i almost crapped my pants.

I walk down the steps, look across the street. No car. Walk to the corner, look up and down the street. No car. THEY STOLE MY SHIT BOX!!!! Can you believe this?!?!?!?! I know i couldn't. Everyone on my street knows me now. I lost my fucking mind on that street. I started hyperventalating, yelling from the street " DUDE THEY STOLE MY CAR FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!" until CC came downstairs to confirm, that yes, my car was in fact gone.

Called the cops and let me just say this about that. In times of crisis, i'm not talking life or death of course, but in times of personal "they just stole my shit" crisis, no one wants to sob uncontollably in front of a gorgeous cop. It's like adding insult to injury really. Your shit's all gone but here's a beautiful man to watch the snot drip from your nose. Enjoy! It was horrible.

Today i found out that the pricks who took my car ended up in Salaberry de Valleyfield and attempted to use my bank card there. I called the cops back, you know to be able to pass along the information, and the cop didn't even want to take down my info. He was all "if this were a murder it would be one thing, but for this... stolen car...we won't be looking for it really."

In all of this only one thing puts a smile on my face and it's the knowledge of this that does it for me:

I've always had a problem with waiting until the last possible minute to put gas in the car. I'll wait until it's past empty to go and gas up. Also i have an oil problem, which means that i have to add oil often. The only comfort i've been able to give myself is that those assholes broke into my car, started it up and realized that they'd just jacked what was perhaps the worst choice on the street. No gas no oil. I hope the 5 minute joy ride was good.
So now i'm playing the insurance waiting game.

13 men? bring it on.

My dad retired on tuesday. He worked a half a day and then went to play pool at the Scratch with his buddies. I told him i'd pass by to say hi and give a happy retirement hug. I got there around 5ish and realized that i'd missed most of the party and that everyone was well...pretty "jolly" already. Christ even my Uncle Ernest was there and man was he shitfaced. But my dad seemed really happy to see me (since i haven't seen him in about a month). So i gave the happy retirement hug and was ready to leave him with his buddies to have fun, when he told me i should come to eat with them "dad, you're with your friends, i don't want to intrude, just stay and have fun" but he insisted and so i went, with him and 13 of his work buddies.

It was good. Granted it was a little weird, but good. Most of my friends are guys, so i'm used to having get togethers where it's me and just the boys, but they're...well they're my boys, these were my dad's boys and it was odd let's just say that. Lot's of "hey Cabrone!" and hi fives and calling each other retarded for some reason. Not exactly what i had expected. They drank about 5 bottles of red wine while at the restaurant so everyone was feeling good. My uncle, however, was feeling better then good, as i've stated above, he was shitfaced. Chugging the wine and everything. So at one point, after he'd demolished 4 bread sticks and a veritable pyramid of butter, and after having telling me "i let it all hang loose on the weekend" "dude it's tuesday" i looked at him and said "so, you wanna take a walk with me" thinking i should really bring him in the back to smoke because he's drunk and getting loud, perhaps this will make him chill the fuck out. And my dad looks at him and says "yeah, take a walk with Annie would you" knowing full well what i was up to. He then turns to 3 other guys and says "you guys wanna go with my Daughter?" and my uncle and 3 of my dad's friends went behind the restaurant to smoke some hash.

It's here that i got to hear some stories about freebasing coke with questionable characters and mercedes filled with hash. Old stoners always feel the need to impress upon you the grandeur of their addiction. "I've been smoking for 27 years!" yeah well i am 27, so yes i know you've been smoking longer then me. Little do they know that it's just sad to hear that shit. But i did get to hear my dad's friend Joe talk about a time when he and my dad and another old friend (tommy) went to la Ronde and got fucked up on the monorail...not my dad of course, but everyone else... apparently my dad's never taken part in the shit, that's a good thing cuz i've noticed that those who start the shit in our family (the smoking of the dope i mean) we have a tendency to not stop.

But all in all, i had a really good time, and so did my dad. Although i could have lived without having to convince my uncle that, no i wasn't going to do mush with him on a tuesday, but yes, i would sell him the gram i was keeping for a special occasion.

I LOVE THIS PHONE!!!

I am totally obssessed with my new cell phone. The Samsung A920 Jive is awesome. AWESOME. I'm totally out of control and i have downloaded 6 ringtunes already which will cost me about 30$ but i don't care. First one i downloaded was the Superman theme and it is AWESOME!!!!! You can do so much with this thing it's crazy. I just finished watching Baby got back the video clip and i am freaking out this is sooooooo cool.

Sleepy Prostitutes

I got home yesterday around quarter to 5. Parked the car across the street, grabbed my shit in the car, walked across the street, got to my steps and had to stop there. Why? Because apparently I'm more in the ghetto that i previously thought. There, fast asleep on my front steps, was what could only be A) a hooker or B) a crackhead or C) all of the above. So i'm standing there, and she's not waking up. But she's alive because she's breathing. So i say "exuse me" and she grunts, looks up at me and turns over. She doesn't get up, she turns over in her sleep and leaves enough space for me to get by. So i left her there, i figure let Chubby Chaser handle this when he gets home. But man... how fucked up do you have to be to just be like "i'm so tired i'm gonna take a nap right fucking here." and just drop everything and sleep. I can't do that, shit i can hardly sleep over at people's homes that i know, no way would i ever be walking down the street and say "well this looks like as good a place as any ZZZZZzZzzZZzzzZZ" nope wouldn't happen.

The Avon Lady

This is too good. Found this on the Superman homepage and yes that's Brandon Routh with mustache and shorts. click here.

Mel, Mel, Mel...what would Jesus say?

First off i'd like to say this : "It's hot! Damn hot! Real hot! Hottest things is my shorts. I could cook things in it. A little crotch pot cooking." Well, tell me what it feels like. "Fool, it's hot! I told you again! Were you born on the sun? It's damn hot! It's so damn hot, I saw little guys, their orange robes burst into flames. It's that hot! Do you know what I'm talking about?"

There you have it. I really don't think i can elaborate more. It's 8am and it's 29 degrees WITHOUT the humidity.

Secondly, i caught the last few seconds of celebrity skanks on 94.7 hits fm this morning and heard that Mel Gibson was on The smoking gun.com. Well... could this mean that Mad Max lost it?? Mel Mel Mel. Would Jesus get caught driving drunk? i think not. You know he'd have Judas drive.

Andrew McCarthy: dreamboat of the '80s.

Last night was retro night in the house of Annie. Got things started by watching Mannequin. Oh yes. Kim Cattrall in all her pre-Volcan, pre-sex and the city glory. And of course Andrew. Andrew Andrew Andrew. God he was hot back in the day. And in all the '80s or John Hughes related flicks. Then we watched Good morning Vietnam, side note : holy cow it's amazing that Robin Williams was ever that young. Then i moved on to Pretty in Pink. And you know what? That movie is still good. Ok Ok the dress at the end makes me ashamed to be a woman, i mean who in their right mind designed that and said "oh yes, we've done it Molly Rinwald is gonna look like a humoungus pink marshmellow peep but who cares!!", but even with the crappy dress, hey you've got Andrew Dice Clay as a bouncer, it evens out. Isn't weird how alot of actors who where everywhere in the '80s aren't really around anymore. Andrew McCarthy was such a hottie back then it's ridiculous... but a bad kisser...maybe it's just when kissing Molly Ringwald, but it did not look good, but he's hot anyway. Recently the only thing i can think of that he's been in is Kingdom Hospital, in which he still pretty much looks like Blane (pretty in pink). Molly Ringwald...recently in Not another teen movie, and let's face it, we can't all grow old gracefully. Kim Cattrall however has grown old very very well. You'd never know that there's 20 years between Sex and the city and Mannequin, it's pretty impressive really.

Tonight i think i'm gonna go for the Kevin Smith movies.... or perhaps a Ben Affleck extravaganza!!



i need a man.

OH NO!! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO crap.

Batman Begins gave me hope. It gave all of us hope really. Hope that the comic book movie industry was finally becoming what it should be. The right people were finally getting their hands on the right material and movie magic was made. Although Christian Bale will be returning as Batman (and i do believe that he is the best one to date), this morning i read that they have cast the role of the Joker. Woe is me. Heath Ledger is going to be the Joker. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. Brokeback Batman? Yes indeedy. The movie's going to be called "The Dark Knight" and one can only hope that the writting will be as good as the last and that Ennis won't fuck things up too much.