How the frak are ya?

ok, So it's been a while.
Shoot me, i got busy.
That's what she said.
heh.

The new job's going good, but doesn't leave me much time to blog while at work. And the laptop? It's awesome. So why haven't I been keepin in touch. Well. The illegal downloading of all and any tv show i can possibly think of has been my numero uno priority. We're talkin a Quantum leap, Smallville, the office, supernatural, ugly betty-fest of downloading goodness. Mininova.org is a drug people. I tried to get on the whole youtube band waggon, i really did... but let's face it, that shit takes even more time to do then just writtin a few words here and there. Annie's lazy. Also i've recently become obssessed with LOST. Crazy obssessed. So i spend what little time i have between dowloads and visit the following sites religiously: Lost Spoilers and EYE M SICK

I Love the theories the guy over at EYE M SICK puts out there, i think he's brilliant and anyone who enjoys LOST would love what he has to say.

Other then that what else... not much except that spring is finally here and they had me making paper snowflakes at work this week for decoration, how fucked is that. Oh SNAP! i totally forgot to tell you!

Ok BEST DAY AT WORK EVER!!!!

Me: Technical Solutions, Annie speaking, how may i help you?

BC rep: Hey! i have a customer who can't call in because he's too busy but it's really important we get his blackberry workin', he can't receive emails or send em.

Me: Ok...but you have the blackberry with you right?

BC rep: umm, no.

Me: Well we can't do anything if you don't have it with you...

BC rep: Ok... i'll give you his assistants number, i'll call him now to warn him you'll be calling.

Me: Ok, can i have the customer's number?

He gives me the number and when i punched it into the system the account name that popped up was BATTLESTAR GALACTICA! I couldn't frackin believe it.

So i said :

Wait... Battlestar Galactica...

BC Rep: yeah... you'll be calling the producers assistant... it's his blackberry that isn't working.

HOLY CRAP!!! So i 'm callin' the assistant to the man who produces a show i love. SWEET.

I took a few deep breaths (after having ran around the office and having hugged my boss), and called the number i'd been given. The receptionist there answered "Battlestar Galactica, how may i help you" I almost shat myself. I talked with the assistant, and tried to be as professional as possible, trying not to completely turn into some OMYGODITOTALLYLOVEYOURSHOW! freak of some sort. And it kinda paid of, he said next time he'd ask for me.

Look out Hollywood here i come.

Oh fuck that. Let Hollywood come to me.