These are a few of my least favorite things...

MOST HATED...

CANDY: Saltwater Taffy
BEVERAGE: Southern Comfort or Red Bull, or anything that tastes like SoCo or Red Bull or that nasty freakin’ cough syrup my doc always prescribes me when I have bronchitis that tastes like SoCo. Who in the fuck actually drinks SoCo & enjoys the flavor, anyway? I mean, besides my sister Jody?
COLOR: That perennial 70’s duo: Avocado Green & Burnt Orange
TOWN/CITY: Winlock, WA – Egg Capital of the United States
MOVIE: Any decent superhero movie that they’ve done with CGI overkill, like ‘The Hulk’ or ‘Daredevil’ or ‘Spiderman’
ASPECT OF MYSPACE: That all of my co-workers found me.
ANIMAL: Chihuahuas and all small furry flat-faced bug-eyed dogs. And monkeys & apes. Including humans.
INSECT: True mosquito-hawks.
BIRD: Chickens. I got a thing about chickens…
SEASON: Winter
AGE OF KIDS: Conception to 21

...WHAT ANNOYS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING WHEN...
DRIVING: People (like Rob) brag that they are a great freakin’ driver but cannot manage to stop a car without hurling your kidneys out of your nose.
TALKING ON THE PHONE: Everything. I hate phones.
WATCHING TV OR MOVIES: People who want to hold a detailed conversation about what’s happening on screen as it unfolds before them.
EATING IN RESTAURANTS: Questionable hygiene of servers and cooks
GOING THROUGH DRIVE-THRUS: People on the microphone who can’t speak English or who speak it with an incomprehensible accent.
YOU'RE AT THE MALL: Over-zealous sales associates who chase you around like they’re starving for commission – or expecting you to pocket cheap trinkets.
SLEEPING: The insistent scream of the alarm clock
SHOWERING: The routine, man, the endless routine…
YOU'RE AT THE BEACH: This is one place where I can honestly say I feel no animosity.
YOU'RE AT THE GROCERY STORE: The woman trying to quietly and maturely have a logical discussion with her screaming, tantruming toddler about why they cannot have whatever thing it is they want… Just give in to your instincts and smack the crap outta them already – and proceed to get the Hel outta my way, you stupid breeder!!!
YOU'RE ON A DATE: Having to pay for everything.
COOKING OR BAKING:  Having to be on my feet.

WHAT HOUSEHOLD CHORE DO YOU HATE THE MOST? Mopping

WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD BE THE ABSOLUTE WORST WAY TO DIE? A slow, agonizing rotting death attached to machines designed to keep the body alive while the brain dissolves to goo…

WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING HABIT IN OTHERS? The complete inability to think 5 minutes into the future while they’re standing directly in front of the elevator doors – does anyone other than myself think to themselves, “Gee, someone may be on that elevator. Maybe I should step back & allow them to exit?”

WHAT IS YOUR WORST HABIT? Picking my nose.

WHAT FASHION TREND (PAST OR PRESENT) HAVE YOU HATED THE MOST? 
High bangs. I’m talking those walls of hair teenaged girls used to have in the 80’s. Ozone killers.

WORST THING ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL: There was nothing good about high school except easy access to sex and drugs.

MOST IRRITATING THING ABOUT YOUR CAR: Rob never lets me drive.

TO BE COMPLETELY STEREOTYPICAL, WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE
MOST ANNOYING THING ABOUT GIRLS? The emotions and tendency to gossip.

TO BE COMPLETELY STEREOTYPICAL, WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE MOST ANNOYING THING ABOUT GUYS? When they are sick or injured they regress to 2 years old & suddenly cannot do anything for themselves.

WHAT'S ANNOYING YOU TODAY?

Here, I’ll make a list:

1) Sheung-Yee is still emotionally destroyed after being passed over for promotion twice, and she’s being small & petty about it. What is it about us Capricorns that makes us so bitter?

2) The mere fact that I had to go to work last night, and I have to go back tonight.

3) Michael’s new tendency of calling me the ‘Key Master’ when he wants my badge so he can open the clock.

4) Michael himself.

5) Rob’s continuing hemorrhoidal saga

6) The Ex’s new ‘Employee Satisfaction Survey’ is not being offered on a graveyard shift, nor is the ‘Roundtable with Hotel Operations’  for graveyard employees – you have to go to the hotel during your off-time to attend. Nice and understanding there, folks.

7) I’m broke

8) My face is all broken out yet again.

9) I have not seen the beach in about 10 years. Thanks for reminding me, survey. Dick.
10) 'Angel' being on in the background.
11) The existence of shows like 'Angel', 'Buffy', 'Hercules', 'Zena'...

Now That's Out of My System...

I originally logged on because Rob was telling me about a new ghost-hunter show involving a panel of experts like a psychologist, a scientist, a skeptic & a few more. These folk went to N'Awlins & were invited to a closed Voodoo ceremony, and they all became horses. Rob said that even the skeptic had no explanation for the experiences they had - no rational, explainable, scientific excuse or anything. One of them said something to the effect of "You can't understand it unless you experience it for yourself." 

I wish Rob had the foresight to tape it for me, but oh well. It's only topical because I'm currently reading 'Urban Voodoo', a book written by some guy who makes Aleister Crowley seem politically correct and humble. He pretty much said the same thing - also that more & more, the African Diasporic spirits are calling people cross-culturally, not just because Their pool of potentials has broadened, but because They are getting desperate for the attention. (He mentioned a book, one of the original cyber-punk novels called 'Count Zero' by William Gibson(?) that's about a time in the future when the lwas get into the internet and start wreaking Their own special brand of havoc... I'm gonna have to get ahold of it - I've been delving into cyber punk more & more thanks to Neal Stephens' 'Snow Crash') Anyway, I'm one of those typical white folk who heard the call... and ignored it. Mainly because, well, They want more from me than I can give. I probably will never have a time in this life where I can give myself over to the life of the spirit, especially not a public life of the spirit. The whole reason I even pulled Urban Voodoo off my shelf is because I'm weaning out my collection of Ars Magicka to sell off or give to Jody. It's been at least moderately entertaining, if nothing else.

Anyway, it's just that time of year - Autumn, Samhain rolling around. I start thinking to myself that I could answer the call, bring the spirits back into my life, complete the prophecy... but then again, maybe I should just let sleeping Gods lie.