I may be a bit behind the times on this one, but this just cements my love of the man.

1. Comment to this post with absolutely anything that you want to see of my real life.
2. I will post photographs of the requested items/people/places.

Has anyone else seen this article, or know if this is a reliable source?

www.comicmix.com/news/2008/10/07/patrick-stewart-may-make-it-so/

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Ok, fun time is over, back to work. *ugh*

Tagged by unfolded73 :

1. List your top seven character ships
2. Put all of them in order of your love for them; 7 to 1, 1 being your main fixation.
3. Name the movie/show that they're in.
4. Supply photos for said people.
5. Tag seven people.

Funny, at first I didn’t think I’d be able to come up with seven OTPs, but then I kept coming up with more and more that I had a hard time narrowing it down to my favorites. The hardest part was trying to put these in any type of order. I might have cheated a bit, two of these are ships from books, but they were turned into movies so that counts, right?

I think I might have gone a little overboard on some of the pics… 

Ok, I’m not going to tag anyone, but if anyone who sees this is interested, please feel free to play along.

I'm going on vacation next week, which means that I have two major projects that have to be finished by Friday afternoon so I can get out of the office in time to: (1) get a manicure (not something I would normally do, but I'm going to wedding on Saturday and felt that I should appear somewhat presentable), (2) go to the dry cleaner to pick-up my dress for said wedding, (3) grab all my luggage, (4) get to the car rental agency and (5) drive to the hotel in NJ next to the country club where the wedding is taking place.  However, given the fact that the highway department in NJ likes to play games with non-natives by posting road signs after you've already passed the exit, I am hopeful that if I leave Friday night I will arrive in time for the Saturday night wedding.

Of course, knowing that I will not be in the office next week, and have these projects due, the powers that be thought it would be a good idea to have me out of the office all day today meeting with clients. [insert heavy sarcasm here]  The first meeting this morning lasted a little over two hours, and was held at The Soho House (http://www.sohohouseny.com/), which is the US version of an English club and spa. What it ireally is, is an old warehouse that was completely gutted down to the brick walls and wood floors that they now charge anywhere from $400/night to $1,500/night to stay in a room where the bathtub is literally two feet from the foot of your bed (which closely resembles a futon) in a room that is furnished with "antique" furniture from the 60s. Is this really the current idea of luxury? I don't know what the "Houses" located in London and Somerset are like, but this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen.

After that painfully long meeting, it was on to Long Island for a lunch meeting with another group of clients.  Now, I understand that this is part of the business and needs to be done, but there was absolutely no talk about work and what it is we do/can do for these people.  Instead, I had a two hour conversation about cruises in the Caribbean only to be interrupted by the cry of "Crotch-Rot" from the opposite end of the table.  Honest to god, one of clients seated at the opposite end of the table felt the need to shout at the top of her lungs that Billy Joel walks around like he has crotch-rot.  Well that brought conversation to a screeching halt.  Obviously, we're dealing with very high class, professional individuals here. Whatever.  Of course, I can't let that go, so when said client starts going on about her tickets to the Madonna concert I felt the need to tell the table that Madonna is looking more and more like the transvestites that impersonate her.  I know, I know, but I couldn't help myself. 

But the inappropriateness doesn't stop there, oh no.  Next thing you know the loud client gets a phone call that she leaves the table to take.  When she comes back she announces that her 15 year old son, who is on a group tour of San Fransico and the surrounding area, called to tell her that he made out with a girl for the first time the night before. WTF?!?  Once again, conversation screeches to a halt.  Just as the silence is reaching the awkward point, my boss leans forward and asks, with a completely serious face, if it was with the 40 year old tour guide leading the youth group.  Hah!  I think I may have falled in love with my boss a little bit at that point.

So yeah, to sum up, nothing got accomplished today other than me getting a headache, and knowing that I will likely spend all day in the office tomorrow until some ridiculous hour trying to catch up and get everything done in time for vacation.  Ugh.  In the meantime, I will just stare at this pic, which is the wallpaper on my work computer, and remind myself that shortly I will be there:



This is the view from our porch looking east over the Hudson River to the Catskill Mountains. *bliss*