Be your own Disneyland.

Monday, April 30

DOS-feratu!! Ha!!

Weekend recap:

I went out on Friday night with "the girls" to see Bridget Jones's Diary. Again. And it was as good the second time as it had been the first. The element of surprise was gone, but it's written well enough that you still feel for the character, even when you know what's going to happen. Anyway, it was also nice to hang out with most of my friends at the same time. Generally, I tend to interact with my friends one-on-one, so few of my friends really know one another. It's good to know that they all like one another.

Saturday I got to test drive an Alfa Romeo and a 2000 Miata for a friend who was looking to get a nice little car, but wasn't really comfortable with a stick-shift just yet. As someone who will probably never own a really nice car, it was fun to toodle around in someone else's convertible. My friend ended up getting the Miata, and I drove it home for him. My confidence in my ability to drive has been restored.

Then I went to a great party, where everyone wore light-colored t-shirts, and markers were handed out at the door. Despite fears that people would be shy about writing on others, or having others write on them, everything turned out wonderful and much writing ensued.

And yesterday I went to IKEA to get a desk and ended up buying many things, but not a desk. So I get to go back up there tonight to get ... a desk. How much fun is that??*

And, just like last week, I finished off the day with Alien³ and XFiles. This time, though, XFiles was about aliens ... in fact, as we watched Ripley get a CAT scan and saw the alien growing inside her, I thought about how similar it was to Scully's experience, and realized that we had just missed the first 10 minutes of XFiles. Sidenote: I'll be glad when XFiles is over. It was fun while it lasted, but they're having a tough time finishing out the season in an interesting manner.

*Rhetorical question

Random Referrer of the Day:

Captain Internet WebSite, points to my George Bush page. I wish I could read the page.

Friday, April 27


Yesterday's Quote: I didn't take a math test to get this freakin' job. - Mark "Talented Toes" Bakalor.

Today's Quote: We have noses instead of "other" things. - Niklas "Ooga Chaka" Lindstrom.

Hey! It's Arbor Day!! Go plant a tree!

Email moment when I realized that I don't really have any problems:

The weather is great (mostly), I have a good haircut (mostly), and I like my job (mostly). I just went to Ben and Jerry's for a post-lunch snack and was greatly satisfied. Ice cream is good.

I wonder if it's a cycle in my life that when spring hits, everything in my life is going well. If so, I hope everyone has spring phases regularly in their lives too, and they recognize them *while they're happening*.

Update: the email moment that came from telling my father about the above:

Me:It's a strange feeling of contentment. I think people might generate a lot of strife and contention in their lives (consciously or unconsciously) to avoid this feeling, 'cause it's just strange. You keep feeling like you're forgetting something, like something's missing. In reality, it's the same as that feeling you get when you've passed all your tests, turned all your papers in and finally realize that YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL ANY MORE. If people allowed themselves to, they'd find a lot fo joy in this feeling. Or maybe that's just me. I think we all know about my lack of ambition and my general sense of laziness. I just can't muster up the energy to create a situation to be concerned about.

Him: Regarding that aspect of you that others find objectionable... lack of ambition... let me just make this observation:

The sun comes up every day whether you are busy or not. The grass is green and the dew is there for a while but it like the mountains around you, are perennial. They do not care. There were there before us and will be here when we are gone if we don't fuck up royally. If we choose to enjoy and absorb these things, we become part of the world. If we focus on urgencies that are manufactured in our minds or in those of others, we reject our own life. If someone took these things away from us, we would be pissed big time. We take them away from ourselves with great effort and all in the wrong direction.

Stay the way you are. You are an inspiration to your father.

Sent to me by a friend today. This one struck me as true just too many times to ignore. So I had to post it:

You know you are in California if:

-You make over $250,000 a year and still can't afford a house.

-It's sprinkling outside, so you leave for work an hour early to avoid all the weather-related accidents.

-You can't remember... is pot legal?

-You've been to a baby shower for an infant who has two mothers and a sperm donor.

-You can't remember... is pot legal?

-A really great parking space can move you to tears.

-The guy in line at Starbucks, wearing the baseball cap, sunglasses, and looks like George Clooney, IS George Clooney.

-Your car insurance costs as much as your house payment.

-Your hairdresser is straight, your plumber is gay, and your Mary Kay rep is a guy in drag.

-It's sprinkling out, and there's a report on every news channel about "THE STORM!”

-Hey... is pot legal?

-Over 85% of the cities, towns, and/or streets start with San, Los, El,La, Santa, De La, De Los or Via.

-Two overcast days in a row drive you mad.

-A family of four owns six vehicles.

-Everyone who lives here knows that hurricanes, tornadoes, floods and snowstorms are way worse than earthquakes, which are, after all, over almost as soon as you realize what's happening.

-Even if the store is across the street, you drive there.

-Yeah, you're sure...? pot is legal.

-And finally, a question:

Q. How many Californians does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A. None. Californians cannot afford to turn on the lights.

Mark and I just worked it out, and it turns out we're in the 21st century.

Imagine that. The 21st century. Where are the phasers and the transporters??

I'd like to thank Dave for the reminder. I forgot I used to enjoy that show.


Thursday, April 26

Who you gonna call?? GoatBusters!!

Try their direct line at 867-5309. C'mon, sing it out now!

Thief Steals Car With Baby Inside

Regardless of whether they catch the guy or not, the mother should spend some time in jail thinking about what she did that led to this situation.

Unofficial Word of the Day: Nyah

Meaning: kinda, but not really. Or not really, but yeah.

Niklas is of the opinion that we are going to change the world with this expression. Hmmm.

For some reason, I'm here alone in the office after 9 a.m.. The good thing about this, though, is that I can listen to whatever I want without feeling like I'm forcing my musical tastes on everyone else. At the moment, I'm listening to Pink Floyd's Division Bell, and I found that their website has all the lyrics on the album!! Reading, working and grooving. It'll be a good Thursday, I think.

Wednesday, April 25

Jessajune pointed to this article, detailing the dilemma some women seem to find themselves in when they watch Bridget Jones's Diary. The article is funny in itself, although I'm not sure this dilemma is as much of a quandry as the author would have us think. Or at least it wasn't for me.

An example:
Hugh's cheek (literal and metaphorical) versus Colin's fathomless eyes? Colin's moral rectitude versus Hugh's voracious-sex face? Colin's pinstripe chic versus Hugh, oh Hugh, in a sky-blue shirt. That's wet.

Well, maybe she has a point after all.

It's truly remarkable. Davezilla posted a three letter entry today and has (up to now) received 153 comments on it. Oops, make that 154.

Go on, say something bizarre.

I have a chiropractic appointment later this afternoon and I'm feeling kinda ambivalent about it. My first appointment with this woman was on Monday, and she spent most of the hour and a half I was with her lecturing me on my posture, my work habits and how I take care of myself. Granted, this is obviously stuff I need to hear on a regular basis, since it has all led to my current condition. But now I'm feeling bad, not just 'cause my neck still hurts, but because I haven't made any of the life-altering changes she suggested I make since Monday. And I know she's going to ask about them. She might not lecture this time, but I'll see what she really wants to say in her eyes, very, very clearly.

I am a bad person.

Fittingly, today's Word of the Day is hobbledehoy \HAH-bul-dee-hoy\, noun: An awkward, gawky young fellow.

I just saw Billy Elliot last night. Good, good movie. If I hadn't had an overenthusiastic pug trying to bite my fingers and chew my hair and basically climb all over me, I'm sure I would have enjoyed it even more. As it was, though, I thought Jamie Bell did an admirable job of showing the conflict of trying to realize his dreams in a small English mining town, against the wishes of his father and brother. Maybe I'll see it again, when I'm in a dog-free environment :)

Tuesday, April 24

I went out with two of my favorite people to see Bon Jovi in concert last night at the San Jose Arena. I had forgotten just how much I liked that band back in the day. You know, when I had two of their tapes (meaning it was pre-1990) and knew the words to all the songs. They played songs that I had forgotten the words to, but I didn't have too much trouble remembering them as the songs went on.

And they're such a fun band! They were having a great time up on stage, the audience was having a good time watching them up there. It was just a good time all around. Jon hurt himself about 5 songs from the end of the show, but the only indication of that was that he was limping around, 'cause there was no lack of enthusiasm, even though he must have been in a lot of pain. And they ended the show with Twist and Shout, which had people on their feet and dancing in the whole arena. It reminded me of Ferris Bueller. I'd see 'em again. No doubt about that.

Yeah, I liked the big-hair bands of the 80's. I still do.

Davezilla has quite a gift for imagery, I tell ya.

Cellulite was oozing through the over-taut fabric openings like Poppin’ Fresh Dough after a really good counter slam.

Thanks for the visual.

Monday, April 23

Weekend recap:

I got my hair done on Friday night - way too much money and too much time, but it looks great. It'll look even better when I figure out what she did to make it look the way it did when I left the salon that night. Right now, it's just a frizzy mess (as per usual). But I will persevere! And I will hopefully be able to one day tell my hair what I want it to do, and it will obey. (a familiar refrain in my life)

Saturday I went to a party and met a lot of nice, interesting people. I did my "party dork" routine again, though. You know the one - the one where I can't make conversation to save my life, I don't fit in anywhere, and most of the time I look like a wallflower. I seriously doubt any of them will remember me should we ever meet again. But the weather was beautiful, and I had a good time anyway. And we made s'mores. Yum.

Yesterday I allowed a friend to practice driving a stick-shift with my car, went to a movie and finished the evening with Aliens and X-Files. At least X-Files wasn't about aliens this time.

And today I get to visit a chiropractor so that I can check my blind spot when I want to change lanes!! Yippee!!

Friday, April 20

Go take a look at Jish's delirious, goofy, & absent-minded post. Go now.

The comments are just about as funny as the original post.

Mark's Nickname du Jour*: King of Randomness

(*at the request of JessaJune.

Dave's looking a little goofy these days. I think the end-of-the-semester-crunch is taking a toll on him. Or maybe his leg is infected.

I hope he gets better soon. Or sleeps. Both would be ideal.

I had 17 out of 20 questions correct.
I'm over 40!

Actually, I think I just watch(ed) too much tv. (Thanks, Firda!)

Quote of the Day:

Sometimes a woman's inability to put her clothes together just right is simply a reflection of the idea (recognized on her part or not) that she's her best self when she's not wearing them.

Another cool example of namin' it like it is.

Via Dave

Pointed here by both Dave and Jason.

It's pretty darn cool. None of that one-on-one b.s. you see in American hero films. Although you have to wonder how the figure in question manages to kick so much stick butt with so many, um, obstacles on the floor.

The most interesting piece of news I have to post today:

I bought my first pair of khakis ever while I was in Texas. And today is the first time I've ever worn them outside of my apartment. It's also the first time in well over a month that I've worn something other than jeans to work. I keep getting surprised every time I look down and I don't see denim.

Everyone should have a constant source of surprise like this.

Jish pointed to the cutest picture. Perfect for a rainy, sleepy Friday morning.

Thursday, April 19

Jack Nicholson is one ugly guy.

This time tomorrow my hair is going to be a different color.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I'm hard up for a companion to see a chick flick with me tonight.

Mabye it's a sign that I should stay home and finish cleaning my apartment. But I'd much rather go out.

Dinah is my bestest friend.

(Hint: you, too, can be my bestest friend, if you give good neck massages)

Nothin' like naming it for what it is.

From James.

You know, I love, but they're not allowed to play commercials over the internet anymore (darn!), so they play cheesy intermission music instead. Which was cute during the first commercial break. Now it's just annoying.

I think I've mentioned before that I want to come back in my next life as an invertebrate. That wish still stands. Ow.

Wednesday, April 18

You know how 'they' say that it gets worse before it gets better?? Well, I'm hoping this applies to my room. In the process of cleaning, it seems I've made a bigger mess than already existed. Than could ever naturally exist, for that matter. I'm hoping I'm at the far end of worse, and that it'll get better from here on out.

I'm tired and I want to go to bed.

I just got to do the "ha ha ha, I don't have to do the testing and you do" dance. I think I should go home while the getting's good.

Go read Mighty Girl's Bali Blog. Now.

If seeing Dinah in her party pants this last weekend wasn't enough to make me want to buy a pair of my own, then Mighty Girl's description has made them a must-have.

I bought leather pants this weekend, and they're fabulous. They make me want to pose instead of standing still. They make me want to take up chain smoking. They make me want to pout out angry lyrics and crawl catlike toward a video camera while underage models writhe seductively in the soft-focus background. Man, nothing screams rock star like wrapping your legs in dead cow.

Thanks to Mark, The Chronicles of George has put the whole office in giggles.

Words cannot describe some of the things he writes down. It's not that he's lazy, it's just that he doesn't understand. George has been working Helpdesk at my company for over a year, and he has learned nothing. No amount of explaining or tutoring or training has helped him. He has no concept of anything. He is a rock.

Not for the faint of heart, The Lost Sex Scenes of Jane Austen. (No really, if it sounds as though it might offend, then it probably will. You have been warned.)

Led here by Heather and Jessajune.

And Niklas is going to eat the entire country of China for lunch.

[insert witty comment here]

In case you were wondering, Mark broke the sun.

Damn locals.

Not much to say today.

[there was something written here, but after posting it, I realized that it didn't say anything witty, important, relevant or otherwise interesting. So, back to the above statement.]

Tuesday, April 17

Ah, the dangers of sleeping lightly during the day - bad, disturbing dreams.

This one involved a guy who was supposed to be my dentist, but for some reason he was also doing my nails. I suspect it was to keep me there longer. He had a young boy who did office things for him, who I was sure he abused physically. All I could think of was how in the world I was going to get out of there, but I couldn't think of a way, since it seemed I was in a very vulnerable position (I don't know why, he hadn't started doing the dentist work yet). I wanted to get out of there with the boy, who had been taken away by two big men after breaking something, but I didn't know how to make sure he was ok. When the dentist left, another man came into the office, I think to make sure I didn't do anything I wasn't supposed to. Then a friend of mine showed up unexpectedly to see how I was doing and then didn't want to leave either, since she could sense that all was not right. Btw, she was dressed in this lovely dark green skirt with a floral print, and a white shirt - very old fashioned and all. My friend's appearance seemed to upset my dentist, who had been drinking for a while, and he suddenly got violent and tried to stab my leg with something like a knife ... and that's when I woke up.

I have no idea where most of those elements came from. Maybe I'm afraid of dentists?? Hardly. I know that friend is going to come and watch me get my hair done on Friday, but my hair dresser is the nicest lady imaginable. I don't know.

Maybe I just need to do my nails and all will be well. ::yawn:: no more afternoon naps for me today.

Bleh. I forgot about the telemarketers. I'm going to turn off the ringer on my phone.

Despite my rather enthusiastic horoscope today, sitting on my ass is exactly what I'm doing. I called in sick to finally take care of the allergies, the neck pain and the chronic tiredness. All at once. And it seems to be working.

The allergies aren't bothering me so much today, and I haven't even taken anything for them yet!

The neck pain isn't gone, but I have much more range of motion today than I did yesterday. I still have a long way to go with this one, though. Grr. Neck pain is, um, a pain in the neck.

The exhaustion is going away slowly as well. I went to bed at 5:30 p.m. yesterday and slept almost continously till 9 a.m. this morning, when I woke up to call in sick.

I'm going back to bed now.

Monday, April 16


Random line heard from another conversation, in passing:

"The whole country of Canada is closed??"

Search String of the Day:

celtic art of the squirrel

This can be fun, depending on how easily amused you are. Me, I'm zoning today, so it kept me busy for a whole 5 minutes. I might go back and play with it some more later, depending on how the afternoon goes. ::sigh::

Via Jish, via Julie, via some others. I think 2 levels down is enough, don't you??

Warning: another whiny, self-involved, complaining post ahead. If you value your good mood, you'll skip it.

I don't generally believe in the bad luck supposedly inherent in Mondays, but mine is turning out to be bad in a stereotypical way. I was out much of the weekend, doing the social butterfly thing and today I'm paying for it. In a big way.

I'm tired. Bone tired. Dead tired. Can't keep my eyes open tired.
I'm allergic. Will I ever get to stop taking decongestants??
I can't move my neck. Stress or the way I slept last night, I don't know.

Waaa. Poor me.

Friday, April 13

Bjoern broke the Internet!!

Damn foreigners.

Courtesy of Adam:

The World's Most Dangerous T-Shirts

The new slogan for today, courtesy of Kim (talking about the evil food):

You should try the cake doughnuts.

Oh. My. God.

Jish mentioned to me this morning that today is both Friday the 13th and Good Friday. Despite the difference in names and supposed meanings, Good Friday is the day Catholics honor as the day Christ was crucified, so I guess it can be considered pretty much a bad day all around, as far as tradition goes. Before non-Catholics think of us as morbid, though, it should be pointed out that Easter is the biggest celebration in the Catholic church, celebrating the day that Christ rose from the dead. And he had to die in order to rise again. At least, that's the way it usually happens.

And that's the Advent lesson for today from your friendly neighborhood lapsed Catholic.

UPDATE: Your friendly neighborhood lapsed Catholic made a major theological mistake. We're coming up on the end of Lent, not Advent. If my mother read this site, she'd be mortified.

Yesterday's horoscope needs to be saved for posterity, so here it is, destined for my archives ...

Your ruling planet hooks up in a groovy way with the Sagittarius Moon today, giving the energies that tinge of crazy circumstance and Freaky happenstance which makes your blood pump and your mind race. The romantic things should start to improve dramatically and with the quickness at this time. Unexpected hook-ups could occur if you've managed to stay on the positive, confident path. Dazzle potential mates with your ability to stretch the shit out of reality while maintaining some level of normalcy about it.

Thursday, April 12

Ah, the first crisis in my "I haven't done my laundry" saga. I have to go to a show tonight, and I haven't a (clean) thing to wear. I might have to do a little creative garment management.

But my hair looks great.

Testing ... testing... 1..2...3... Is anyone there?? am I here???

"I can cope. I'm in a good mood. I have pie."

-- Dinah

Wednesday, April 11

Mark kindly made it possible for me to make this picture of me available on my website. How did I ever deserve a friend like Mark??

Heh. Just hit an unexpected emotional wall when I was culling outdated phone numbers from my cell phone and came across my ex's old home number. He's moved, and the number won't work, but I couldn't seem to make myself erase it. I guess I have some more getting over to do.

Me: What about your dad?

Him: Nah, my dad's more into meatballs.

Neat little quote for today:

Half the joy of life is in little things taken on the run. Let us run if we must -- even the sands do that -- but let us keep our hearts young and our eyes open that nothing worth our while shall escape us. And everything is worth its while if we only grasp it and its significance.

--Victor Cherbuliez

Geno's the coolest. He forwarded me a link to Once Upon a Forest

It's credited to Maruto, Celestial Architect.

Tuesday, April 10

I envy people who start their washing and/or drying at the laundromat and then leave to run errands without worrying that someone is going to molest their clothes while they're gone.

Is this a basic lack of trust in my fellow man?? Or do I have such a high opinion of my clothes that I think others naturally covet them?? Maybe I'm just really attached to the clothes I have because they fit and I don't particularly enjoy shopping for more. I don't know. All I know is that I can't bring myself to leave to do other things while I'm doing my laundry.

Which sucks, because I can't seem to find an hour and a half block of time to go over to the laundromat and accomplish something that is becoming critical. I could find 15 minutes here and there, to take the laundry over there, put it in the washer and go do my grocery shopping, then come back, switch everything, and then go to the post office to finally mail my bills which are lacking only a few 1 cent stamps that I can't seem to find in my apartment, and be back in time to pull them out of the dryer.

But I can't do it. And so I sit here, wondering how I'm going to dress myself in clean clothes for the rest of the week. And it's only Tuesday.

This is fun.

Pointed here by Davezilla, who can't remember where he got it from, and took the time yesterday to get on my case for not keeping up with my blog reading. Thanks. I'm halfway through Tuesday's list :)

Catching up with Patti Ann, I came across the first of her Post Office Moments.

I like spunky grandmas. I have one. Everyone should have one.

For instance, this was pointed out by Greg:

Advertising Slogans Targeted at the Lovecraftian Elder Gods

So I'm using my lunch hour to good effect, catching up on my blog reading.

It's been a bad day. Not because anything has happened or not happened, I guess I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Figuratively of course, since my bed is up against a wall on one side, and there are endtables on the, um, ends, so there really only ever is one side of the bed to wake up on.

Anyway, there is a point to this. I have been catching up on An Entirely Other Day, reading about a month's worth of entries, and I'm not in such a bad mood any more. I think I need to spend more lunch hours this way.

Wait a minute. I meant to say that I would not work through lunch more often, not that I would spend even more time in front of the computer when I could be outside in the sunshine and fresh air. Yeah, that's what I meant.

I should keep a clean pair of socks in my car all the time.

I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer today.

Monday, April 9

Warning: self-involved, self-pitying, complaining/bitching post ahead. And a really weak one at that. I'd skip it if I were you.

I am so behind. I can't seem to keep up with my blog reading. I even split them up by day, to try to space them out and make it easier for me to get to everyone at least once a week, but it's just not working out.

I feel worse about this than the "work" I'm behind in. Never mind the laundry I haven't done in 3 weeks and the week-old dishes sitting in the sink. Or the fact that last night was the first time in over a week and a half that I slept in my own bed.

Poor me. ::a lonely violin plays in the background as I blink away tears of self-pity::

(see? don't you wish you had missed this one altogether now??)

Weekend highlights:

Some random guy from ICQ told me my website is "elegant, but scattered". I told him I'm a content person, not a design person. What design exists on this page just about exhausted my design skills. Oh well. He was random indeed.

I cooked dinner for a friend Friday night and he was so impressed at my ability to mix canned artichoke hearts, garlic and olive oil to make a topping for our spaghetti. It was nice to cook for someone other than myself. It was nice to have someone in my apartment for more than 15 minutes. It was just a nice experience all around.

The Beer Train on Saturday was great. Many of us met in the South Bay and rode Caltrain up to Belmont. Once there, we met other participants and started riding the train down the peninsula, getting off in every city, or every other city, and going to a bar or pub close by until the next train came by. I made it all the way to Palo Alto before exhaustion took over. I think a good time was had by all, though. Can't wait till the next one.

Yesterday I went shopping. I got a really neat shirt, some earrings that I can't seem to get in my ears now, some books, and two cds. I meant to get some shoes, but I was convinced that it would be a good idea to shop around before buying the first pair I came across, and then we forgot to go back for them (not having found any others to my liking).

And last night, I impressed my friend again with my ability to put tomato sauce, garlic, cheese and olives on Boboli pizza crusts and bake them for 10 minutes. Naturally, this had to be done during the commercial breaks during X-Files, so a process that usually takes less than 15 minutes took about 30, but it was good all the same.

Oh, and I forgot to set my alarm clock last night, so I got to sleep in pretty darn late this morning. Which is good, since I am well and truly sick now. Sick, sick, sick. ::cough:: ::sniffle::

And that was my weekend.

Friday, April 6

Ohmygosh! Look at what Mark found!

Random notes from today:

Rule #7: Don't pet the waiter

Gotta remember to put "Empowering the Idiot" back up on our internal server when the business auditors leave.

After Mark's recent bout of nostalgia, we decided to try singing Ice Ice Baby in Swedish. But then we realized that the Swedish have over 50 words for ice, so we gave up.

Oh, and Mark's Nickname du Jour: Crunchy Tootsie Roll.

A bit of AIM nostalgia, courtesy of Mark:

all right stop, collaborate and listen, i sit back with my brand new invention somethin grabs a hold of me tightly flow like a harpoon daily and nightly will it ever stop? yo! i don't know! turn out the lights and i'll glow. to the xtreme i rock the mike like a vandal, light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle. dance bum rush the speakers that booms i'm killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom deadly when i play a dope melody anything less than the best is a felony love it or leave it you better gain way you better hit the bull's eye the kid don't play if there was a problem, yo, i'll solve it, check out the hook while my dj revolves it...

Oh, my.

Found by Dave

Today's Word of the Day:

hullabaloo \HUL-uh-buh-loo\, noun:
A confused noise; uproar; tumult.

I think this adequately describes our office today. Not so much confused, but the uproar and tumult parts are right.

Interesting note on the word:
Hullabaloo is perhaps a corruption of hurly-burly, or the interjection halloo with rhyming reduplication.

Tired. Congested. I think I'm sick. Or I've developed an allergy to cats. Either option sucks. Grrr. I have to look good at work today and I've been anticipating tomorrow's Beer Train for several weeks now. This is no time to be sick. Or allergic.

I'll take my echinacea and drink lots of oj (today) and screwdrivers (tomorrow). Yeah, that'll make it all better.

Know of any drinks I can rationalize as healthy??

Thursday, April 5

I almost joined these guys at this concert. Given Matt's description, though, maybe it's better that I missed it. As he says, "half the audience knew all the words to an obscure Newfoundland band - if you thought there was an impending canadian invasion let me tell you, it's already happened. Fear the maple leaf." Granted, I saw BNL before they got big and it was amazing how many Canadians came out of the woodwork. Literally. That's ok, though. We need more nice people here.

And for the librarian geeks out there:

His books are in the drop box, but no one is checking them in.

Courtesy of Redcap.

New term to describe when someone isn't playing with a full deck, or the elevator doesn't go all the way to the top, or the lights are on but nobody's home, as coined by Mark:

His process map is missing a few key activities.

I lost a week of forever because I waited. Don't lose a week, man.

We just looked out our plate glass window and marvelled that someone thought playing baseball in the parking lot was a good idea.

A chuckle from J this morning:

Sex Tips For Geeks, with chapter headings like "How to be Sexy" and "Avoiding the Curse of Oversensitivity". Pointed out to her by Virtual Pamela.

I'm cat-sitting for a friend this week, which is nice, since I don't get to hang out with cats very often. It's relaxing, especially if they're affectionate, which Felix and Clarabelle definitely are.

I also came in to work to find two packages waiting for me, Reservoir Dogs: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack and Timbre by Sophie B. Hawkins. Cool.

And given the horoscope for today, I think it just might be a good day.

Wednesday, April 4

What does it say about a person when she is coming in for a landing and looking out the window, searching for landmarks she knows so that she can find places she's been, places that perhaps played a big role in her life, influencing her choices about her education, career and living location, and the only reference point she can find is the roof of the Weinerschnitzel on 4th street, from whence she can trace her way to SJSU and other points downtown?

I think it says she didn't have time to cook when she was in grad school, dammit.

I'm back! I'm back! I'm back! I'm tired! I'm tired! I'm tired! I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I'm hungry!

Which one do I handle first?? I know, I'll check my email.

Tuesday, April 3

Shopping, shopping, shopping ... for some reason, I seem to have more stamina today than those who generally do this quite a bit. I have been blessed, though, to be accompanied on this spree by people with taste, who can tell me what looks good and what I should have. True to form, I have a sh*tload of new clothes and no shoes to wear with them. I really don't think my Birks or my tennies will go with most of these. I guess I'll need to pick up my friends with good taste back in California to help me with the shoe shopping.

But first, U2.

Monday, April 2

Yes, I'm still in Dallas. It's a great trip and I'm so glad I'm here. I've gotten to eat a lot of good food, meet up with my best friend who I helped move to San Antonio last July, eat a lot of good food, do some shopping, eat a lot of good food, do some shit kicking in a real country bar, eat a lot of good food, and visit with my dad.

Some tips to remember next time I make an extended trip, however, in the interests of being sure to enjoy it to its fullest:

Don't wear boots if you are travelling by plane. If you have to wear boots (for packing purposes, for instance), DO NOT take them off during the flight. You'll have a helluva time getting them back on. It's not worth it.

Keep your eating schedule (what and when) as similar to what you're used to at home as possible. I know, I know, vacation is a time to sample and enjoy the exotic delicacies offered by your vacation spot (Dallas??), but the gastric distress you experience by eating whatever is available whenever possible will lessen your ability to enjoy said delicacies. And anything else that comes along.

And regardless of your cell phone's ability to change time with the zone that you've entered, your computer will not be able to adjust accordingly. So if you're in a place that's 2 hours ahead of where you live, and you start a chat with someone from home, pay attention to the time on the bedside clock, not the computer clock, or you'll lose much more sleep than you bargained for with the daylight savings time change.

I think that's all the lessons I've learned so far this week. Oh, and my family and my friends are all cool and get along really well.

Coolest bumper sticker I've seen in a while: Isis! Isis! Ra! Ra! Ra!

And pointed out to me by Jish: -- it ain't what ya think...

Gotta love that sense of humor.

anyone wishing for email from me, please be patient with me a while longer. I'll get to it as soon as I can.