whale tail?!

there is no shortage of websites dedicated to the female form, but some sites never cease to amuse, titillate and otherwise coax you quite unwillingly out of boredom.. unfortunately most of these sites also carry a Not Safe For Work label, so they remain a guilty pleasure you indulge in at home. now, you must be slightly confused now as to what the picture on the right and name of the post have to do with the female of the species, but bear with me, all shall be clear in the next few lines..


now i had mentioned muffin-tops a while back.. this apparently accidental fad that was all over the place, where slightly portly girls start spilling out of their lo-rider jeans while insisting on wearing low-cut tops. here is an article from the NY Daily News that spoke of the phenomenon.. Wiki also had a piece on it. now one of the reasons why i really like wiki is that it always has this section at the bottom (pun unintended, heh!) for 'See Also', which links related items and the like. for articles on music this section is very informative because you can learn some history about the band, the genre and find other bands of the same genre too, and other miscellaneous trivia that you never knew.

so going back to this wiki page, i found links to various terms we all know.. cleavage, lower back tattoo, bellyshirt.. and then i saw two other terms - one was camel toe, which we've all seen and enjoyed (yes, you might as well admit it!) in its various forms. that brought me to this site, which reminded me that i hadn't been there in dog's years! warning, this last link is NOT work-safe.. trust me, i'm at home now!

the second term that really caught my attention was whale tail.. now here was a term that i had not heard before, and that i think takes some doing considering i've been a highly-touted bird-watcher and surveyor of the female form over the years! so apparently a well-placed wedgie is also known as a whale-tail, thanks to the similarity between the hips' curves and the flukes on a diving whale. further research (o boy i love that word 'research'.. it could mean doing anything!!) led me to this hallowed site, which again is not work-safe in the least.. i scoured through the pages in the pursuit of the perfectly-shaped yet candidly-taken pics of the whale-tail, tell me honestly if these do not tell you why this vision shouldn't be called a 'whale-tail'?!

winding down?

what happened to this being the end of the year? when things are supposed to be slowing down, and mellowing out? work has just been getting crazier as the holiday season goes on! the week before Christmas was horrific, and this week, even though only four days long, has had enough drama in it to suffice for a seven day week and has been actually worse than last week, if it were possible.. random acts of mindless sabotage, unfortunate machine breakdowns, frayed and short tempers, frustrating lack of communication between shifts.. i saw it all this week, and with one night yet to go i'm just about to collapse dead

no news is good news

yeah, this once a week blogging is good for me.. cos i trawled around and didn't find any tags i could do (besides, i just did one and don't think i can take another cranial cavity search so soon), thought about all i did over the last week (nothing earth-shattering, apart from coming up with an amazing recipe for black pepper sirloin steak), all of which leaves me with a sum total of nothing new to say to you, o beloved reader of this blog.

my blog designer GirlUnfettered, frustrated by my apparent inability to understand that a move to Blogger Beta would be for my own benefit, went ahead and did the necessary and tweaked whatever had to be fiddled with.. so apparently this blog is now in Beta. better a bit of Beta, what do you say? ok, that sounded funnier in my head, maybe cos of the three vodka shots i had before i wrote this. must stop abusing liver and start focusing on kidneys and other regions too.. ahh, but i ramble again.

the only difference i see is that now i can label my posts, so if below-average-intelligence-readers (no no, not you!) were remotely interested in seeing the last time i wrote about a topic as abstract as 'what i really like', they only need to click that link and read.. though i can guarantee you that any information you glean cannot be used against me in a court of law, so sue me.

it's Christmas weekend.. and all i really want is (in no real order)..

• sleep (seriously, work is just killing me!),
• sex drugs and rock n' roll (all at the same time would be a bit overwhelming, but bring it on),
• Stanley Cup (i.e the Buffalo Sabres to win it, but that has to wait till June),
• salary hikes (i just got bumped up a bit, but isn't it possible to get a raise every week? no? damn!),
• Scion, Scion tC (still waiting on that dream car..),
• steaks.. sirloin, Salisbury or otherwise (a man's gotta have meat!),
• second wildcard spot in the AFC for the Buffalo Bills (non-football people look away)

have yourselves a very Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever else you may be celebrating.. and remember, don't drink and drive, smoke a spliff and fly instead!!

10 20 Things I Hate About You.. generally

i'm in a real mellow mood, chilled out as the week is over. i nicked this tag off Resh, figured i'd make it up to the hordes of eager readers who've been ignored for over a week.. yeah right!

YOUR MOST HATED..

BEVERAGE:
Cherry-flavored drinks. What the fuck is that about? Fresh cherries taste awesome, then why is that cherry-flavor in drinks so fucking awful?!

COLOR:
The dull grey that fills the sky in bleak winter.

TOWN/CITY:
Any place that doesn't have a soul. I need to always have a neighborhood pub around the corner, where you might still be comfortable even when surrounded by strangers. I want a local sandwich shop, where you will always be greeted with a smile and the scent of freshly toasted bread in the air. A liquor store where you can chat with the guy and ask him to recommend a wine. A gas station where you can go buy tinned fruit, whipped cream and a soft, mushy brownie at 4 a.m., and the kid behind the counter gives you a knowing grin. And like i found out yesterday, a knick-knack store a block down where an old lady greets you with a cheery Irish twanged "Top of the mornin' to ya!"

MOVIE:
No one truly makes an ending where the bad guy wins, where the good guy loses, where Average Andy and Everyday Ella end as confused, beaten and struggling as when they began.

ASPECT OF BLOGGER:
Poor grammar. Maybe it's the pedantic streak in me, but it really discourages me from reading on when people start using chat lingo (rmbr, 2mrw, 4get.. gah!!), random use of capital letters (.. "my Favourite dayzz were Then" etc etc), crap grammar (.."and then she was like uh-oh i gotta go yknow what im saying?" You know what i'm saying dumbass?!) And yes, i use the small letter i when i refer to the first person. You can deal with it, yes you can, oh you know you can. And i'm done.

ANIMAL:
Dumb blondes. Heh, just kidding. I don't know, don't particularly hate any animals.

SEASON:
Up here in the Northeast corner of America's shoulder, summer is such a fleeting glimpse. Spring just starts melting the snow, and it's still chilly.. and then summer comes by, you sweat for a few days, and then the wind is biting straight through your spine again.

TALKING ON THE PHONE:
When i talk to someone i'm an eye-contact person, i gesticulate a lot, and it's kinda pointless when i'm on the phone!

WATCHING TV OR MOVIES:
Movies end too quickly when you're watching one in a theater.

EATING IN RESTAURANTS:
For some reason, i always end up thinking to myself "Man i wish i was eating this meal sitting at home.."

SHOWERING:
That first blast of cold water before it gets warm when you flick from bathtup tap to showerhead.. brr! Even writing about it makes me cringe!

DATING:
Everyone is worried about setting an example, putting up some front during a date. No one ever says what they really mean, probably worried they're gonna say the wrong thing and end up not scoring. Of course, this applies to first dates.. if this is happening to you on latter dates then it's time to bail buddy!

THE BEACH:
The lack of space. The sea and the beach are my retreat, and i don't take too kindly to people tramping all over my quiet moment. Alas, i need to purchase my own island in the tropics to truly achieve that.

THE GROCERY STORE:
People who shop like it's a snatch and grab mission. I like taking my time as i shop, there's so many new foods to try, so many things to see, so many recipes to read.

HOUSEHOLD CHORE:
Washing dishes. See post not so long ago.

HABIT IN OTHERS?
More a trait than habit, but arrogance/self-righteousness really pisses me off. Fuck yourselves, go find another planet to live on!

HABIT OF YOURS?
My incessant ability to start talking so fast that all you hear is "We changed the lineoverbutthen thefillewouldn'staupnwadssuesonthepper.. yeah, that's what happened". You know i'm nervous when i do that.

THING ABOUT WOMEN?
How some women expect the fact that they're women will get things done for them.

THING ABOUT MEN?
How some men constantly engage in one-upmanship, even when there are no women present.

WHAT'S ANNOYING YOU TODAY?
20 questions are way too many, it's killing my buzz. Time to wake and bake baby..

work work work..

the boss was out on vacation last week.. so of course, it meant more work for all. had to write double the amount of regular reports so that the bloke could stay up to speed when he got back. but i did get a taste of upper-level management, and it tasted good i must say.. want some more of that definitely..

and now this week he's back, and spending all the time catching up on what he missed.. so much happens in a couple of days here at the plant that when you get back it's quite unnerving, you wonder if you were away a few days or a few months!

in other news, we had the office Christmas party last Saturday at the nearby Marriott.. that wasn't too bad at all, good food, good dancing and a good time overall. it was pretty interesting to see the other halves (and in most cases, the better halves) of some of the guys i work with..