Ramblings of the Mildly Insane

Let’s have a look at the facts and determine which one is a better choice - note I’m only comparing the free packages, not the premium services:

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Now that the shiney-ness of my new gmail account has worn off and they somehow seem to be giving me an endless supply of invitations…anyone who wants a gmail account is welcome to request one* - just drop me an email at teli[at]buniek.com (BTW - this link goes to the contact form on my design site), just put Gmail in the subject.

While supplies last…

Well - I had a brutal wake up call on Sunday night…

Somebody in Hollywood decided to steal my name and use it for a movie! Apparently the main character from the movie coming out this weekend - The Forgotten - is named Telly…which happens to be my name (BTW, that’s how it was spelled for about 15 years of my early life). I figure it happened something like this:
Someone from my childhood - possibly classmate or teacher - decided to go write for some Hollywood movie production company or something and said to him/herself “hey, I once knew a girl named Telly…that’s a unique and unusual name…especially for a girl - let’s use it” and so, the character Telly was born…

This is blasphemy I tell you! Sheer blasphemy!

Granted, if they had used Telian - or Telly-Ann - somebody in Hollywood would be goin’ down…

Someone raised a good point - why am I upset by this - I should be flattered…

My answer to that is…BS!

It took me some 20 something years to finally get used to and appreciate the uniqueness of my name.

I’ve had to sit through people mispronouncing it - coming up with new enunciations for letters I didn’t even know existed in it

I even had to listen to people call me telephone, telegraph, teleconference, telescope, telethon, and a whole bunch of other words that started with tele which they though were ‘funny’…

I’ve even had people call me Talani - can someone please tell me how you get Talani and Telly (or even Telian) mixed up?

I earned the right to this name…some character on a show who gets the name for all of…what? 3 months while they’re filming? That is certainly not earning the rights to your unique name…sheer blasphemy…the only people allowed to be called Teli (or Telly) for any duration of time are those people who have had to deal with it all their lives…unless of course the character is based on a real-life Telly…and last time I checked - the main character in The Forgotten was not a black computer geek or a giant bald dude who got to play Kojak

Maybe I should start a Teli (or Telly) coalition - network all the Teli’s of the world

This show never ceases to amaze me. It’s just like a brutal train wreck slamming into an innocent pedestrian who wandered onto the tracks. You know you shouldn’t watch and that there is possibly a special place in hell waiting for you if do watch it, but somehow you are unable to muster up enough will power to actually look away.

I decided to watch an episode of this show based on the interesting (yet disturbing) reviews on the Zeta morning show (damn those guys are funny), so I made a mental note to see what all the fuss was about. I started with what I believe to be the 2004 season premiere a few months back - one episode turned into two, then two turned into a mild addiction. My opinion of the show went from “oh goodness - are they allowed to actually show ass-crack on T.V?” to “what the #$%*in’ #*^& is going on here?!?” - all in just one season.

This show has enough - stuff - to make Larry Flynt and Hugh Hefner blush. Sex (rather, soft core porn - I don’t even think Showtime shows this much action), lies, video tape - but that’s not all - life-like “Kimber” dolls with holes that have suction action, a plastic surgeon (high on that stuff the dentist gives you to make you feel “spiffy” before he yanks your teeth) stuffing a chopped up corpse into a suit case, and a life coach having “relations” with her teenage son after he gets jealous of her new boyfriend (who, by the way, is the same age and attends the same school). Aparently, this is all justified because they are all “beautiful people” (with the exception of the dejected plastic surgeon who tried to “steal” Dr. Troy’s face…)

I once heard somewhere that writers for network series shows often incorporate their own life experiences into the script. If that’s the case, then some of these people are living some mighty interesting lives. But hey - who am I to judge? To each his own…

( Taurus + Gemini = Tauremini - yeah baby)

Simply because I felt I needed one all to my own - I’ll get around to creating an entire set for myself - one day…

This mood is called ‘afropuffy’ - when I’m in a quasi-childlike mood and feel like being completely oblivious to the ills of the world around me…

In my internet travels, I came across an interesting article The Guy’s Guide to Geek Girls and while I found it quite entertaining I had a realization…I’m a semi-geeky girl.

1) Ivanova is God.
my answer: She’s not God, but she is pretty cool

2) Voyager is right, a woman’s place is the captain’s chair….
my answer: damn straight

3) The spandex in space phenomenon is evil…
my answer: damn straight

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It was a long time coming…

KY Liquid warm whatever (they make liquid now)?
Trojan Man warm sensations?

Nothing says - “oh baby - that’s the stuff” like a burning sensation in your nether regions…all you’re missing is an itch here and there to complete the mood

Just for reference: most people don’t have to pay good money for that “burning sensation” either - I’m sure if they look hard enough, they can find it for free. (not that I would know from personal experience or anything - I’m just going with my instincts on this one)

I’m thinking this stuff was invented by a man for a man. I’d just as soon stick with the cinnamon body oil

Disclaimer: I am an angel.

Well - I was minding my own business Saturday late morning - working on getting a couple web sites finished up when…
suddenly there was a rapping, a rapping at my chamber door (well front door)

I thought to myself “hmmm, I wonder who that can be?” and wouldn’t ya know it, it was the fedex man…”hmmm” I thought again - I didn’t order anything from Amazon so I wonder what this is all about…

I open the door and what did I see, fresh cut flowers delievered just for me - geeez I feel all special and gooshy and stuff

After nearly crying all over the fedex man - I ran through a list of suspects in my head:
Daddy? Nah, he usually does the solitaire rose thing
Gausha (brother)? Nah, he’s never given me flowers and plus, I don’t think he knows my actual address (he knows where I live, just not the address)
Diana or Maxine? Lord knows my sisters love me, but as far as I can tell - I’m the only one out of us three who actually gets the other two flowers
Dale? That was an idea …but I hardly expected the guy who planned on getting me a lifesize bust of the Alien Queen (yes, from the movie Alien) to send me a “purple passion” bouquet - but, stranger things have happened. Then I realized he doesn’t know my address (hell, I don’t think he knows where I live anymore)
Grocery store stalker dude? That just freaked me out so my mind went into immediate denial

******?
1) He had motive: He’s the ex. Yes I know some people may be saying “ex?” that’s not motive to send flowers - that’s motive to do a slew of other things 99% of which are illegal…but we parted on good terms and we’re still friends ( )

2.) He had opportunity: He’s about 1,500 miles away so he could have sent them at any time he wasn’t talking to me on the phone without my knowing.

3.) He had the necessary information: He is the only person that I know of who has my mailing address (other than family and super observant friends who took note of the street name and house number, then looked up my zip code after visiting me, or my stalkers)

He tried to deny it, tried to blame it on the invisible boyfriend (geez I hate it when I have boyfriends I don’t even know about), and he even tried to pin it on grocery store dude which was really shattering my denial bubble…but I got him to crack

Thank you **** - they are soooo perrrrrty and I’m feelin all special. I still have no idea what I could have done or said to merit flowers out of the blue - but I’m not complaining…a girl likes to know she’s still appreciated every now and again.

“remember: smile - it’s good for the soul”