hazliya: (laugh)
From Facebook:

My status: The surface of my eye is scratched and man, does it sting. Though the scratch is shaped *exactly* like Harry Potter's scar.
- Meghan W*: did voldemort try to kill you?
- Me: @Meghan W* If so, then Voldemort is 6 pounds and has his head stuck in an empty peanut butter jar.

EDIT: And from twitter:
breakinglight11: @hazliya You're totally a dark wizard's horcrux now.
hazliya: @breakinglight11 Peanut Butter Horcrux is my punk band name.
hazliya: (red umbrella)
St. Patrick's day = excuse to wear a tiara to work? WELL IF YOU INSIST



Also, stroke of inspiration: I am tired in this photo because I had not yet had my coffee. Logical solution? Tiara that doses you with caffeine! I can just imagine the jewelry case at Starbucks.
hazliya: (jacket)
I love how easy it is to make friends with little boys.

I explained to the son of a client what a urine sample is, and all he got out of it was that I had to touch (albeit through three layers of sterile plastic) pee. So I chased him around the waiting room as he screamed "NOOOOOOOO PEE HANDS."

Ten minutes later, we are now best friends.
hazliya: (laugh)
Haz: So, by the way, you're totally being a bridesmaid.
TJ: What.
H: Der.
T: Do I have to wear a dress?
Dad: Yes.
H: No.
D: A big poofy one.
H: Maybe. It depends on your degree of compliance.
T: I will fight you.
H: Then you will stand at my wedding dressed like Lady Gaga.
T: Sweet.
H: I will buy you a tutu and a rhinestone collar that says "Bitch" on it.
T: Are you kidding? I already have that in my wardrobe. (note: my brother is firmly committed to MSI, Misfits, My Chemical Romance, and the color black.)
D: I know, right?
T: I wear that to work. (note: he works at a KFC.)
H: Because you're the boss?
T: Hell yeah.
H: "What's up, bitches?"
T: "Make me chicken!"
D: You're both idiots.
hazliya: (Default)
Man, the two babies even eat differently.

Tonight was the first time that I offered them pinky mice (I haven't had to buy them in so long!), and the first time they'd seen what will become their regular feeding tank.

The orange baby smelled the tank, probably picked up a few residual molecules of one of Bowie's dinners, and started becoming very interested in the plastic bucket of tastiness. I put him in it, offered the mouse... and he started flailing. At first, I thought he was hurt. No, he was just missing over and over and over again. Finally, on his fifth or sixth lunge, he made contact with the mouse and all was well. He was even a little twitchy when I was taking him out of the tank, but he'll get used to the routine in time.

The white baby was an entirely different story. He wasn't at all interested in the tank. He instead wrapped himself as much as he could around [livejournal.com profile] elenuial's wrist, stared at his tail, looked back at me, back at his tail, then back at me as if to say "I has a butt." I put him in the tank, offered the mouse, and he stared.
Then opened his mouth.
Then leaned forward and clamped down.
Then gently plucked the mouse from the tongs.
And when he was done, I picked him up without incident and put him back in the tank with his brother. Not a flail of complaint from him.

Clearly, orange baby = spastic baby and white baby = mellow baby. I'll eventually have to name them, but I'm still waiting on confirmation of those personalities.

Still miss Bowie, but definitely recognizing the bonding process here. They trust me more, they're braver, and hopefully, they'll be more social soon. =)
hazliya: (Default)
Lately in my life, there have been a lot of new people and a lot of getting to know said new people. And re-bonding with preexisting people.

Though I've noticed something.

They all come back to [livejournal.com profile] jingsaw somehow.

Seriously. Like, two degrees of separation. Or less.

It's freaky weird, man.
hazliya: (Default)
H: Why is there a chicken in a gimp suit sticker on the back of that pickup?
E: A what?"
H: A chicken. In a gimp suit. Right there.
E: Oh. Oh, wow.
H: It's -
E: That's actually a turkey, I think.
H: Right, but why is it in a gimp suit?
E: I'm not sure I want to know.
[a few minutes of driving later]
E: You know, I think that the turkey decal was because of the VA mascot. You know, the hokies?
H: A "hokie" is a gimp? Their mascot is -
E: No, it's a turkey, I'm pretty sure. But it's kind of become this -
H: GIMP. SUIT.
E: - icon in virginia yeah, I got nothin'.
hazliya: (laughing dogwood)
H: You look like a baby flailing for attention.
A: (wrapped up in blanket) I'm a lovebug!
H: You're a hornbug.
A: *pout*
H: It's okay. Lovebugs chrysalis into hornbugs.
A: So what do hornbugs chrysalis into?
H: ...Charizard?

~*END*~

Wow.

May. 21st, 2009 12:18 am
hazliya: (laugh)
On the subject of cities to move to, between myself and [livejournal.com profile] elenuial. We've gone from San Francisco to New York to Anchorage (where he would bring a club for the baby seals, very important later on) to Seattle to:

"I could move to Mexico city. Standards of living are lower."
"Yes. Yes, they are."
"I could take my savings and live like a king!"
"Except that you don't speak spanish. Only I speak spanish."
"That is why it is essential that you be my queen."
"Worst marriage proposal ever."
"I still have my club."
"Second worst marriage proposal ever."

xD Love.
hazliya: (panties)
There needs to be a foam party this year at Intercon.

I have no idea how to make this happen.
hazliya: (laughing dogwood)
I love this comic.



-H
hazliya: (Default)
Something to be thankful for?

How about not having this as my superpower:



-H
hazliya: (Default)
I may need to rethink my tattoo idea. This is pretty awesome.



-H
hazliya: (comp)
Tina Fey makes me so happy. I almost pissed myself watching this.

hazliya: (bayuh)
Setting: I'm at my mother's office for the day, and have agreed to decorate greeting cards, clocks, and other office staples with acrylic paint. I have since gotten creative.

---------------------------

M: (walks in) Now you're painting the screwdriver?
H: It has a point!
M: Right.

-three minutes later, in her waiting room, in front of clients-

H: (bursting in)Ha!
M: (stares)
H: Look! (shows card) Screwdriver art!
M: (stares)
H: You paint the ridges, and then you roll it!
M: (stares)
H: (throws hands in air) Applaud my genius!
M: (stares) (turns away)
H: Or ignore it, that works too.
M: (to the group) My daughter.
All: Ohhhhh. (implied: "that explains it")
H: Thanks.

---------------------------

This is pretty much how we roll.

-H
hazliya: (Default)
Man, I'm posting a lot today!

With all of those politi-buttons floating around (remember some of the B5 ones?),I think this is one I like.



You guys find/make any fun ones?

-H
hazliya: (Default)
So, after seeing this in an Angel episode, I had to youtube it to see if it existed.

And of course, it did.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you David Boreanaz - white boy dancing.



That makes me laugh so hard. Mostly it's his expression, partly it's the thought of his broody-silent-tragic character, and partly it's because I know that he can, in fact, dance.

But still.

White boy dancing.

-H
hazliya: (laughing dogwood)


"Krakatoa, the St. Augustine Alligator Farm and Zoological Park's 75-pound, 7.5-foot long Komodo Dragon, celebrates his eighth birthday with fellow eight-year-olds from R.B. Hunt Elementary School Wednesday morning, October 1, 2008.

The children sang Happy Birthday to the large lizard as he was presented with a meat cake topped with mice."


xD

Party hat.

-H

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