Rummy: (adj.) beyond or deviating from the usual or expected

I'm at my 15th coffee, and still no win. I even tried to get other people to get me a winning cup, and that didn't work. However! It's been the best Tim's week in history. They remembered my order for three days in a row this week, right down to the toasted bagel with nothing on it and a knife. Also, zero fudgeings. It's unheard of. It almost makes me want to send them a card.

My roomie (not to be confused with Roemie) finally introduced me to his current lady. She'd been in my presence at the house for the seventh time. For those of you who placed bets, I'm sorry, that makes me the winner. (where's my reward?!) The Lord intervened on said situation (short for landlord) when it became a little ridiculous. When roomie asked us if we had met, I think he was surprised we both quickly answered with a giant NO! Now the deed is done, but I 'm left wondering how long it would have gone on without intervention.

Today in Nerdlinger news:

The Dude is a genius. Google spread sheeting all our GH high scores has proven to be the best idea designed in the smartest of ways. (GH is short for Guitar Hero in case you're in the dark about my latest and greatest attempt at becoming a rock goddess). Now I get to compete with peeps on my level who aren't around for me to whoop their beehinds in person. Our high scores are displayed for each song, while keeping tabs on the number of top scores for each player.

To celebrate my recent domination of high scores, I decided to pimp my GH controllers proper. The original Ol'Blacky is getting a funky lime paint job, while Mr. Red's been given the Paul Wall treatment. That's right. If my guitar had a mouth, it would smile and declare a sparkle war. Just because my controller's jewel encrusted doesn't mean it wouldn't kick your macho candy ass.


Fun movie projects announced: Tin-Tin. Prince of Persia: Sands of Time. What's not to like?

Press pause on life Saturday March 10th at 10pm. Dr. Steel Hammer aka Wladimir Klitschko will fight Ray Austin in Mannheim Germany. I'm ticked that Heavyweight championship boxing matches aren''t watched enough to be on pay per view anymore. the upside is that I get to enjoy the match at home, away from creepy drunkards at the local sports bar. If you're lucky enough to have HBO, the match is playing live at 4:45pm. Otherwise, avoid stumbling onto the results online and wait until it reruns on TSN at 10pm. Don't try to ruin it for me by talking about it either, nobody likes to make a girl cry.

Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee.

Standing in a dark shower this morning, I had a stupid idea flourish from an intense lack of sleep. Not being able to calculate how many minutes I had actually slept, and how many were spent tossing and turning, the only thing I wanted (apart from a working light in the bathroom), was coffee. Lots, oodles, and tons of coffee. Partly inspired by Fry's decision to drink 100 cups in 48hrs, and partly inspired by two parties who are temporarily or permanently unable to drink coffee, I decided to see how many cups I could drink in one day.


A small black greeted me at Tim Horton's this morning, and then I ordered coffee. Large black.


By 10:30a I was reaching for my second Large black. Since I couldn't leave the office, I caved for the good-til-the-last-drop instant coffee. Anything that calls itself instant coffee, but smells or tastes nothing like coffee, can't be called coffee!! No wonder nobody drinks this crap. The rancid smell and putrid taste made me want to barf-every-last-drop, but alas, it all stayed in.


At lunch time, Timothy's handed me a monster's Large.


Disappointedly not receiving the jitters after all that, I switched to black tea at 2:30p. You MUST let it steep long enough in order for all the sweet caffeine fairies to come out and play..


The cup magically replenished it's supply around 4ish. The stars I was seeing at the time made it impossible to see exactly where the clock hands were pointing, but a missed 4pm hotel cancellation policy made it pretty clear it was almost quittin' time.


I picked up another large on my way home, which almost instantly froze to my hand. Who knew -10 could feel like "B.S.it's only -10, it feels like -55 to me!" with the wind..


Anyway, now it's 7:14p, and I officially give up. As I realize I "don't like my coffee shaking", I put down my empty Second (more like 9th) Cup, and throw in the towel.


"Put the pot down! Get Away!"... I just remembered I brewed another 5 cups. What the hell was I thinking? Now I have the shakes, and when I envision sleep, I don't see it happening for another day and a half or so. Oh. I have a packed day of activities tomorrow?? Oh wow.


My bladder and my stomach are in trouble.. not to mention my mind. I don't think it can handle a processing speed faster than 300k/h, and we're already racing past viper speed.


Yes, thanks wiki for upping my paranoia level to new highs , and confirming the coffee demons are EVERYwhere. Viper is also the name of a heavily caffeinated drink.. help!