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Sunday, September 19th, 2010
10:06 pm	I don't have cancer. Good news. Have some health issues. Bad news. Everything is resolvable. I just have to take better care of myself. Anyway, depressed because someone that didn't really deserve to get fired in our law firm did last week. Also, life is complicated and I make ridiculous choices. But going to Atlantic City later this week for my birthday. Not to gamble probably because that's just boring and lame. Then going to Seattle for an extended weekend to visit my old roommate for Columbus Day. yay. Also, my sister is temporarily living with me. It's been . . . . interesting. Day 1: She washed her underwear in my bathroom sink and hung them up on my shower rod as a surprise for me when I got home from work. I looked up at it all and said, "oh. . . . you are never doing this EVER again. I will pay you 50 cents to go down the street to have an asian person at the laundromat do it for you. No - I - just. . . . no words. Never again." And so far she has not done that again. Relief. It's probably a good thing that I'm rarely ever at home. Also, my foot has finally healed from ripping it open on the escalator on the way to work two months ago and gushing blood all over pine street. That's a plus. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 12th, 2010
12:37 am	. . . . I guess when you have something eating at you, you have to find a way to use it. I haven't updated this in over a year. No one really reads it anymore. But life is weird. I've genuinely put more effort towards trying to figure it out. But when things start rolling, you find yourself placed back fifty steps. The long and short end of the stick, I probably have to have a biopsy tomorrow because my blood work came back not great. I haven't really cried in front of a single person yet. Though, when the door shuts and I take off my shoes from staring blankly at my computer screen for eight hours I've probably cried for three days straight. I wish I had a normal life. But if I was normal and every day of it was normal, it would all turn out to be a pretty fucking boring story in the end. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 13th, 2009
4:36 pm	Misc ramblings Home from work. Sick as a dog. THANKS JESUS. happy easter to you too. This is the first paid sick day ive ever had or taken. lame. My sister's cancer ended up being worse than we thought and now shes undergoing chemo therapy. I wish i had a dog. Thelma and Louise is fanfuckingtastic. But the censored version is not. :c Also, erin's sookie stackhouse romance vampire novels are kind of hilarious. Where am i? (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 1st, 2009
8:05 pm	News and such My sister has cancer. She just found out two weeks ago. Sad. Very sad news. I have faith itll be ok though. Shes stronger and more determined than i am. Or alot of people. Working for a law firm now. Lawyers are delicious. I like making tabs for them. Americas Next Top Model marathons on tv are also dangerous. I need to get back to my quickly accumulating collection of unread books. It also needs to be Spring. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 12th, 2009
5:53 pm	I'm Gonna Kick You in the Gumball Machine I rode a mechanical bull. But I only lasted two and a half seconds. . .. . maybe. Also, I lost my mittens and sweater. And I’m in love with guitar hero. Otherwise, I started a new temp job. I’m a professional filing assistant in health care. Please kill me. Granted, I’m happy I’m working because all of the temp agencies are giving away spots to probably more qualified and higher level professionals that were laid off in addition to the desperate like me. Anyway, I’m paid a slave’s wage to get about six to seven paper cuts and gauges on average per day and to shift through thousands of files and re-alphabetize them. My boss reminds me of Aunt Gina. For those who don’t know, Aunt Gina is someone that makes people cry everywhere. For example last week: “Aw, Ingrid. How are you doing on those files?” Me: “Great. They’re moving along.” Boss lady: “I know. It’s not rocket science. But at least you’re being paid for doing nothing! That’s nice, right?!” Me: (NO. If you want to talk about doing nothing? You sit on your ass and check your email all day and eat gumballs out of your stupid gumball machine. . . . while I’m working up a literal sweat and crying because I can’t afford to buy a lunch on my FORCED lunch break which you won’t pay for but make me take. Which I’m now just accepting as my period of job searching and interviewing. Guess what? I hate you. Yeah. And do you see my hands? Yeah, that’s right, they’re covered in blood. Lick it up.) Also, there’s a woman named Helen that sits next to me. Helen has a snaggletooth and a Russian or possibly Eastern European accent. Sidenote, I had a dream that I ended up developing a snaggletooth sporadically over night during one of my emotional breakdown periods in which I needed fifteen hours worth of sleep in order to rejuvenate and regroup with the inner Ingrid. Helen also owns fuzzy things, religious trinkets, little cups, frogs, lady bugs, and other periphanalia all lined up very very carefully on the divider of her cubicle between my desk and her own. For the past three mornings I have knocked down half of her shit by accident. I usually pick them up and put them back up. But she NOTICES! And then she frantically rearranges them to her desire. Helen is crazy. I think I love her. Sigh. I have really really bad luck or I’m just in an angry mood or probably both. (Comment on this)
Monday, December 8th, 2008
12:45 pm	Cheese Grits I love Swedish Men. Happy almost Santa Lucia Day. I also love that Britney Spears loves cheese grits. LOVE. Brit, don't be sad. We know. It's okay. Sometimes I run, sometimes I cry, sometimes I'm scared of you. Literally. (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 16th, 2008
2:01 pm	Someone is trying to kill me, maybe I just restored this from a saved rough draft. It said "A man in his late fifties. . . . " I wonder what I was going to write. It must have been from months ago. Anyway, the point of this story; I almost got run over by a car yesterday. Not really shocking. But it was strange. This suv driving down the road slams on the gas and rams his car into another car as he's turning. It looked completely deliberate because he didn't swerve into the car at all. Then he continues to back up and slams on the gas again and smashes into a line of parked cars along the curb. The car in the middle of the street, btw, was completely bent in half and smoking and looked like it was going to catch fire. The suv then stands still for a moment and just slams on the gas in reverse towards me, runs onto the sidewalk and knocks into a pole, which falls about half a foot away from me as I'm running for the hills. Someone is trying to kill me. My second reasoning, a huge hispanic man knocked on our door this morning and I went to look through the peephole and he kind of was standing to the side of my door like he was going to hide and then lunge out at me if I opened it. So I locked the doors and ran into the living room to pretend I wasn't home. But this happens on like a bi-monthly basis. He's probably like a repair man or something. Otherwise, I tried to drink 4 bottles of wine with Holt friday night and realized that was a bad idea the next morning. Didn't come even close to finishing them. But I sent texts, one saying the phrase: "Aw, hogwash", and another saying: "I love how Miley Cyrus' hair is dark by day and blonde by night." Also, I'm temping in a job I actually enjoy. But it's only for one more week. Making a website for a small publishing company inside of Sotheby's. The artwork is pretty and I like working with books and my boss is kind of slow. Yay, fun! (Comment on this)
Friday, October 3rd, 2008
3:12 pm	1812 Overture Part II Next day: I just nearly died because my AmEx supervisor just asked what I was listening to and I responded back with "The 1812 Overture!" And her response was: "Ohhhh. . . yeah I once tapped danced to that!" And it took all will power for me not to die. I really hope she tapped danced through the cannons and explosions in the end. (Comment on this)
Monday, September 29th, 2008
1:51 pm	1812 Overture For the past ten minutes I've been trying to recover after bringing myself to tears of laughter and spitting coffee up everywhere over The 1812 Overture. I could not stop laughing to save my life and the other temp here probably, no, definitely thinks I'm crazy. Otherwise, birthday was fine. I got a package Saturday morning from my parents. Which is odd. Usually I end up getting a check and a card. They never send anything in package form because they don't trust the US Postal System. So I open this enthusiastically and find my dead dog's collar and dog tags inside on top of a picture of Willy and a card. It's kind of funny. It made me burst into tears. But it really is hilariously disturbing. That's my family. Next day: I slept for about 12 or 13 hours last night. Don't ask. But anyway I had the most messed up dreams. I dreamt of puggies. There were hundreds and hundreds of puggies and I was trying to rescue all of them. I didn't want the dream to end. But alas, after about the tenth time my alarm went off I woke up. Next day: I am dying. This work is more tedious than the ST. Ok. So, I smell like mold. Actually, half of my clothes smell like mold. I have no idea what happened at the Laundromat. But I'm blaming them. Otherwise, my music taste apparently is completely crazy. Because I refuse to wear headphones at work since they're somewhere in a box still in Michigan and I have no one or nothing to entertain me . . . so Pandora it is. But I'll jump from like Spoon, Pixies, The Unicorns to Tally Hall, The Silent Years, Modest Mouse to Britney Spears, Kelly Clarkson, Spice Girls, and Miley Cyrus to Black Sabbath and ACDC to The 1812 Overture (which never fails to make me laugh and laugh and laugh) and Prokofiev back to The White Stripes and Motley Crue to ABBA. You get the picture. The other temp was trying to listen and said that he couldn't stand it because I have no set pattern. Why does music have to be set in a pattern? I like the possibilities of complete unpredictability. And if "Gimme Gimme Gimme A man after midnight" comes on right after "Looks that Kill" then I'm all for it. (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 14th, 2008
9:03 pm	Holy Hell I'm having a complete emotional breakdown. I just feel depressed. Completely depressed. I know it's wrong and I'm supposed to suck it up and be all positive and optimistic. But yeah- i just fucking can't. Phill announced to me after not hearing from him for months that he doesn't have any desire to ever talk to me again and doesn't want me to even attempt to. And thus the tears and breakdown. Which is silly because i haven't been talking to him and shouldn't care. But it really doesn't matter because it still has put me into an oblivious state of despair and I can't breathe. I'm having a Jeff Skaistis episode part II except this feels fresh and ten times worse and personal. Then there's dead Willy. Then the non-existent job that decided to fuck me over. And then there's living alone for two weeks and not seeing any people in the time being. Aside from temp agencies. And the only conversation that marginally makes me feel better is this: Me: Am I crazy? Greg: No. Me: Ok. Greg: Crazy people believe in aliens and talk to themselves. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008
7:36 pm	RIP, Willy Yes, we named our family dog after a penis, or the future King of England, or the whale. It's really whatever way you wish to portray our crazy family. However, Willy died of cancer yesterday at the age of thirteen. :( He was the best dog I ever had. Huge English Springer Spaniel that would on a weekly basis drag my face across the backyard in glee after spotting a squirrel, rabbit, etc,etc, anything that moved. There were two names etched on his dog tags, mine and his. My dad was able to more eloquently write about him: "I sometimes called him "Wilbur." With his droopy eyes and long face, he looked like a Wilbur. Marlene, who nursed him through puppydom, called him "Wee." My mom -- great, great grandma -- who came to know him as both she and he were living their last days, called him "Old Sock," And he dutifully sat by her side as she ate, knowing that she would share her meals with him, no matter how hard we tried to persuade her otherwise. When he had the opportunity, he would sneak into her room and lay at her feet. He loved us all very much, but his last and most obvious love was Grace. He didn't like it when someone tried to move him by tugging on his collar, but he let Grace move him by tugging on his hair. He followed her as she played and smiled contentedly as she rode him, sat on him, and slept on him. Several months ago, he became ill. He soldiered on, and we did what we could to comfort him. But this weekend his burden grew too large for even this big-hearted dog to bear, and this morning he went to sleep for the last time. Willy was a good dog, and a good dog is one of the best things that one can be." (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 24th, 2008
2:17 pm	I probably have a permanent job by the end of the week. But they're stringing me along as a temp for as long as possible in order to emphasize the dick factor. Said goodbye to what once was a friend on Tuesday. . . that was bad, gave Aqua a second chance on Thursday. . . . that was also bad. He still really is quite weird. He has this laugh that just makes me want to punch him really hard in the face. le sigh. By the way, if you crazy Latino children don't stop thumping through the ceiling, I'm going to kill you all. Seriously, one of them is going to come flying through the living room one day and I will sue. I also keep getting hives. There's a really bad one on my leg. Aaaaand I have no energy. I think I'm cranky from caffeine with-drawl. I have not had 10 cups of coffee today and I am DYING. The rules of the meme: Bold those you have tried. 1 Strikethrough those you wouldn't eat on a bet. 2 Italicize any item you'll never eat again. 3 Asterisk any items you'd be interested in trying but have not yet. 4 Ok, I have no fucking clue how to bold any of these in live journal or italicize or strikethrough for the matter. I'm going to be difficult and use a number 1,2,3, and 4 instead. Although, I don't know what half of this stuff is. 1. Venison 1 2. Nettle tea 1 3. Huevos rancheros 1 4. Steak tartare 4 5. Crocodile 4 6. Black pudding 1 7. Cheese fondue 1 8. Carp 2 9. Borscht 4 10. Baba ghanoush 1 11. Calamari 3 12. Pho 4 13. PB&J sandwich 1 14. Aloo gobi 4 no idea 15. Hot dog from a street cart 1 16. Epoisses 4 no idea 17. Black truffle 4 18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes 1 19. Steamed pork buns 1 20. Pistachio ice cream 1 21. Heirloom tomatoes 1 22. Fresh wild berries 1 23. Foie gras 1 24. Rice and beans 1 25. Brawn, or head cheese 1 26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper 4 no idea 27. Dulce de leche 1 28. Oysters 2 29. Baklava 1 30. Bagna cauda 4 no idea 31. Wasabi peas 1 32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl 3 33. Salted lassi 4 no idea 34. Sauerkraut 1 35. Root beer 3 36. Cognac with a fat cigar 1 ha ha ha 37. Clotted cream tea 1 38. Vodka jelly 1 39. Gumbo 2 40. Oxtail 1 41. Curried goat 4 42. Whole insects 2 43. Phaal 4 don't know 44. Goat’s milk 1 45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more* 1 46. Fugu 4 don't know 47. Chicken tikka masala 1 48. Eel 1 49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut 1 50. Sea urchin 2 51. Prickly pear 4 52. Umeboshi 4 don't know 53. Abalone 4 don't know 54. Paneer 4 don't know 55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal 1 56. Spaetzle 4 is this like a german hot dog? ha 57. Dirty gin martini 3 don't like gin 58. Beer above 8% ABV ??? No idea 59. Poutine 4 don't know 60. Carob chips 4 61. S’mores 1 62. Sweetbreads 1 63. Kaolin 4 don't know 64. Currywurst 4 65. Durian 4 no idea 66. Frogs’ legs 4 67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake 1 68. Haggis 2 69. Fried plantain 1 70. Chitterlings, or andouillette 4 don't know 71. Gazpacho 4 72. Caviar and blini 1 73. Louche absinthe 4 74. Gjetost, or brunost 4 don't know 75. Roadkill 2 76. Baijiu 4 don't know 77. Hostess Fruit Pie 1 78. Snail 2 79. Lapsang souchong is this dog? 2 80. Bellini 1 81. Tom yum 4 82. Eggs Benedict 1 83. Pocky 1 84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant* 4 85. Kobe beef 1 86. Hare 2 87. Goulash 1 88. Flowers 1 89. Horse 2 90. Criollo chocolate 4 91. Spam 4 92. Soft shell crab 1 93. Rose harissa (harissa, yes. rose, no.) ? 4 no idea 94. Catfish 2 95. Mole poblano 4 96. Bagel and lox 1 97. Lobster Thermidor 4 98. Polenta 1 99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee 4 100. Snake 2 (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 10th, 2008
5:13 pm	I'm sorry for whoever found out I was taken to the emergency room last night and scared the crap out of people. It was an accident. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 5th, 2008
11:30 pm	This Is a Rare and Revealing Moment This may be one of my most shallow and observant entries ever. Therefore, it is completely necessary. Especially since I just spent the past four hours with my Uncle Dick and Aunt Gina. Also, I haven't had the time or energy to even tell anyone this yet. So Saturday night I ended up hooking up with some guy named Mark that I met on an escapade with Holt. Long story short, I ended up at his apartment. . . nothing 'that' much happened. But wow did he weird me out. I'm pretty hard to weird out but I thought this whole experience definitely made me feel even more emotionally dead inside or I just never want to be anywhere near the realms of dating someone ever. But the first thing he does is turn on his itunes and says: "Don't you just love 'Aqua', Ingrid?!" Aqua, for those who don't know created the song 'I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world.' My response: "What?! No." Seriously, for reals. Are you a ten year old girl from ten years ago or a gay man with really really really bad music taste? Other than that episode he left the Gin Blossoms on repeat . . . for like fifty runs. "But it's the Empire Records song! Don't you just LOVE this song?!" Me: "NO. MAKE IT STOP, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" When I was in the bathroom I noticed he had a book on chivalry on top of his toilet. Me shouting(I was a little bit drunk): "WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A BOOK ON CHIVALRY ON TOP OF YOUR TOILET?!" Additionally, his bookshelf consisted of having Herodotus, A book on Gentlemanly Manners, How to Find Friends in Influential Places, and the complete series of Planet Earth. I think I already decided that I was in my own personal Hell. Planet Earth. It didn't make matters any better when he decided to keep calling me either: "my dear", "sweety", "honey", "baby", several different variations of all of the above, and every other possible name that I was grinding my teeth in agony over and trying incredibly hard not to punch him in the face in retaliation and without warning. I'm pretty sure I cried at one point from the names and decided that I'm never going to be intimate with another human being ever again, unless they're really really hot. Like REALLY hot. Actually, it really doesn't matter what he looks like as long as he doesn't enjoy Aqua or make me feel nauseous. Because all I wanted after this episode was a shower, a spinach/artichoke hot pocket, and to curl up next to cocoa the pound puppy with reruns of 'America's Next Top Model' on in syndication. I love you Cocoa. Only you. Love. Forever. That old English accent. Loves. Can we elope? End of shallow and awkward moment. He already called. Fuck. What do I do? I'm like a 2nd grader. Where's my Mom? Cocoa?! You can't have me. *hides* (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 12th, 2008
10:12 am	Marching with Tigers I had the most fucked up dream last night and have to post it in its glory before I forget it. I was in my high school gymnasium and part of a group that was going to put on like a circus kind of show. We were wearing figure skating costumes and had to march to a drum beat in synchronization with tigers and when we got to a certain point we all had to turn right and the tigers were released from their leashes. Then we were supposed to run in synchronization and pop out like magic into the middle of the auditorium, however Serena (from 'Gossip Girl') was leading us and doing a real shit job. My high school orchestra conductor popped out of no where and told me it was all my fault. To this, I adamantly denied and kept insisting that it was Serena's fault because she doesn't know her fucking footwork and has no idea what she's doing. Which I'm sure would happen in real life if she had to march with Tigers. I now have a huge desire to watch Gossip Girl or go the circus. Mmmm, Chuck Bass. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 4th, 2008
9:42 pm	I'm so sick of continuously being disappointed. It's come to the point where it's just a continuous series of let-downs that I cannot feasibly take anymore. From people being assholes, and or disappearing from my life, to waking up alone and trying to convince as many people as possible to give me work that will pay me some form of preferably money on a daily basis. . . . my life has become shit. So. . . apparently 'my job' isn't a job anymore because the company decided to give away all of my duties to everyone else in order to save over 30,000 bucks a year. Why didn't they think of this BEFORE they hired me? As they sit and stew over their fall extravaganza to Napa Valley, I confirm someone's flights to Italy, and make reservations for two at Rue 57. Fuck people. Fuck life. (Comment on this)
Friday, May 30th, 2008
3:56 pm	Hooray, New Job. . . Guess who won the contest? NO ONE. I DID. All of the agencies suck and I found a job on my own. I'm now an official employee for DoubleDown Media, publisher of various glossy trade magazines. It sounds exciting. I've been so bored though lately and need something to fill the time aside from my new hobby: how many pints of ice cream does it take for Ingrid to become unattractive to the opposite sex so that Latino men can stop whistling at her as she passes for the subway. My stomach is in PAIN. Brutal physical PAIN I tell you. I've also read through like 3 books this week alone and have watched two seasons of the series 'Charmed' on youtube. Prue, Phoebe, and Piper Halliwell is a combination of quirk and sappiness that you want to dismantle immediately but unfortunately get seamlessly sucked in to their frivolous witchcraft banter because you have no other plans or obligations to attend to. Then there is the fourth sister, Rose, that somehow comes into the show after Prue dies because Shannon Doherty decided to be a huge bitch on set and got fired. Love. Oops, did I spoil the show for anyone? Gosh darnit. Speaking of which, someone here is excited for the new 90210 series. I need a life. I'm aiming to be one of those Assistants that works from 9am to 9pm because I don't want to go home and eat another ben&jerry's ever again and I already want a pay raise. Aside from presently having a non-existent social life I've had the weirdest songs stuck in my head. A. The Obla-di, Obla-da, Corky show song. B. Selected songs from the musical Spring Awakening. Mostly just the 'Oh, I'm going to wound you song', which never fails to crack me up. C. 'Stop' by the Spice Girls, and D. 'Part of your world' by the Little Mermaid. Help. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 27th, 2008
8:37 pm	Solomon Page Group is winning by a landslide. They have unofficially become my new fav temp-perm/perm employment agency. A couple are very close though. . . . but I'll leave them to duke it out with the King leading the pack. Come on people this is a CONTEST! I've become much more verbal and impatient in the past few weeks out of my necessity to bring home the bacon. This is wonderful. -Having the time to be nostalogical is so depressing. Just reflecting. Just reflecting. Someone bought britface tickets to the usa for the summer after talking to him for five minutes for the first time in months. But I can't allow myself to have even an ounce of expectation or desire. I've already failed because I feel so alone. I need more work to keep my mind on things like paying the bills and buying clothes or maybe taking the vacation to nowhere that I never take. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 20th, 2008
9:32 pm	You know what's awesome? Me. You know what else is awesome? Being asked to work for the Annual Director Guild's Meeting. My jobs are getting more and more random with every passing day. Can't complain. Everyone was there, including Woody Allen and Steven Soderberg. I'm horrible at recognizing people and names. Although, I doubt Spielberg dropped by. I know I pissed one Director off because I kind of gave him the cold shoulder when some lady dropped her id and I had to rescue it before she wandered off into oblivion. I also tended to notice that most Directors are kind of slow. Me: "I need to see your attendance sheet and your id." Director: "I threw that out. It said I wouldn't need it." Me: "Yeah. . . . you needed it. Can you go over to the verification table please?" Director: "WHY?" Me: "Because if you don't you're not going to get counted for attendance." But it was still funny. What amused me the most was that the vast majority of directors tend to wear baseball caps and backpacks. Towards the end of checking everyone in the caterers started to pull out all of the champagne, alcohol, and tasty finger foods. . . . Sadly, we of course were put through this torture and told to go home. Bastards. I should have gone up to every director and just whimpered, 'hire me?' I miss my subway hugs. My head hurts. (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 18th, 2008
8:36 pm	Nasal Spray! I get to be on the CBS early morning news show tomorrow to help promote Nasal allergy spray. This is one of my spur of the moment temp jobs. . . . . . My line though is: “We’re here to tell you to visit outandaboutwithallergies.com to get a free Zagat guide and learn more about allergies.” Except if I ever get to say that line, being six am, I plan on saying it beyond over-enthusiastically with an exclamation point! I wonder if we get free samples of this allergy nasal spray. I do get to wear a yellow nasal spray t-shirt, but I'm assuming that I will have to give it back after the taping. Maybe. Tuesday night allegedly I'm working for some Director's Guild Awards show thing. . . . details to be included later. I really miss my subway hugs. God dammit. I feel robbed. Gipped. Snubbed. My knees are still blue from falling down the subway stairs. Also, I get to change into formal interview attire into what will probably be a Starbucks bathroom on the upper-mid west side after the show because I conveniently live in Brooklyn. I already feel tired from thinking, thinking, thinking. Monday: And the race is on. It's getting pretty heated. For some reason all of the employment agencies are finding temp-perm openings this week and my phone won't stop ringing. Thank God. Here's hoping. I want to say that Peoplefinders, Solomon Page Group, Atrium, and possibly Kelly Services and United Staffing are all heavy contenders. Although, that list will shorten dramatically within like a day or two. I froze my ass off for 3 hours this morning outside CBS studios to hand out flowers and support a pr firm's client for allergies. Go get your free zagat guide at outandaboutwithallergies.com! I know I will. Indiana Jones is coming out next week. Excitement. I remember when I was three my Chinese little boy next door neighbor James would come over and we'd laugh and laugh over The Temple of Doom together. He tended to sympathize with Shorty. (Comment on this)