Be your own Disneyland.

Thursday, August 30

Well, I'm off in a few moments for an extended weekend in San Antonio. I've checked, double-checked and checked my reservations again, and I'm pretty sure that I've gotten them right this time. I guess we'll see when I show up at the airport at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

I'll be taking my computer, but I don't intend to use it while I'm there. Rather, I don't intend to get online, which is pretty much the same thing.

So have a good Labor Day, for those of you in the US. I'll be hanging out in the sunny South, where it is currently ...


... just checked and found that "Super-soaker rains are swamping areas from central Texas (San Antonio) across Louisiana into Mississippi this evening. Areas of heavy downpours will continue into the evening. THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN AUSTIN/SAN ANTONIO HAS ISSUED A FLASH FLOOD WATCH FOR MOST OF THE HILL COUNTRY AND SOUTH CENTRAL TEXAS. THE WATCH IS IN EFFECT UNTIL 400 PM CDT FRIDAY AFTERNOON."

Oh fun.

Extremely un-politically correct, but funny nevertheless:

Ebonic American Dictionary of Phrases

Feral Cheryl Doll
When you've grown out of pretty pink ultra-thin unrealistic blonde fashion're ready for something wilder in your life.
FeralCheryl® is a real wild child. She comes from the rainforest region of New South Wales, Australia,and was originally created to reflect the freedom and wildness of the alternative lifestyles in the area.
Unlike other "fashion dolls", the 34cm vinyl Feral Cheryl doll is NOT blonde, and not ridiculously thin,and there are no accessories to buy. She goes barefoot, has tattoos, dreadlocks, simple clothes and a handmade rainbow bag.
She lives simply andwith a healthy body shape, and pubic hair, Feral Cheryl is a natural young woman.

Yet another chapter in the Ballmer book: Ballmerfunk Music Video.

Every once in a while, I get the email below. Regardless of how I generally feel about emails like these that tell me what I should think, what I should do, or how I should feel, this is one that I appreciate each time it shows up. Probably because I agree with it.


... one old love she can imagine going back to

... and one who reminds her how far she has come...

... enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to...

... something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

... a youth she's content to leave behind...

... a past juicy enough she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age...

... a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

... one friend who always makes her laugh

... and one who lets her cry...

... a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...

... eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored..

.... a feeling of control over her destiny...


.... how to fall in love without losing herself...

.... how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...

.... when to try harder... and when to walk away...

... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...

... that her childhood may not have been perfect... but it's over...

.... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

... .how to live alone, even if she doesn't like it...

.... whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...

.... where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table...

or a charming inn in the woods when her soul needs soothing...

.... what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...

Nunani, via Riley Dog.

Ah, he's arrived, and they're grinning like fools.

Comedian, Heal Thyself, a lesson that you can find humor in the most unexpected places.

Via A Large Head:

Just a Tip.

It's interesting how they categorize certain compliments and criticisms. For instance, under complements for Hygiene, you can find Commendable Crotch Hygiene, and under Hobbies & Home, you find Wild in Bed. Under criticisms for Hygiene, you find Bikini Line, and under Hobbies & Home, there is an entry for Large Bush.

I'm not sure if that last one applies to the hydrangea bush out on the front lawn or not, but it seems a strange place to categorize that one.

I know that the Book-A-Minute Classics site has probably been blogged before, but it still makes me laugh.

Reminded of this site by 3Bruces.

Wednesday, August 29

Hey! Jish has a new design!! Go tell him how much you love green. Shoo.

You know, there was a time when I actually read all my blogs. Every day.

Wondering what has changed in the past few months, I remembered that in the old days, I only had to click through 45-60 of them. I just recounted and found that there are now 95 blogs.

That would be what happened.

Heh. eHow to repair a broken three-hole punch

Via Bob The Corgi.

I have the most lovely image for my computer wallpaper.

Ten Tips for a Firmer, Slimmer, Sexier Weblog!

Guidelines. They're just guidelines.


Can't make it to Burning Man this year??

Try Chillin' Woman instead.

Via Dangerous Monkey.

The God Settles Gender Debate, Proves Masculinity
Before returning to Heaven in his flaming chariot, God gave the public one more peek at the Wang of Worship for good measure. "My counsellor has said that I must remain a loving and caring god, so I sympathize with the plight of the feminists... they're still going to Hell, though."
Via 3Bruces.

D: Mmm, and just dished up Michelle Shocked "If Love Was A Train" yas yas ain't that fine?
Booboolina1: 8-)
D: "But love ain't no train, more like a bucking bull, the most you got's 15 seconds and that's it, and even if you manage to ride, you're all shaken up inside, and it'll be a long time before you ride that bull again."
Booboolina1: Hey, that's my life!!
D: Yippee! I'm a cowgirl!


Oh God. Been there, done that.

My Date With Destiny!, the story of Kevin Smith's first kiss ... with his wife.

Via 3Bruces.

Too frickin' funny.

9 Easy Steps to Cook Rice

I don't even know the people involved, but I'm so happy for them.

And on another note entirely, I'd like to direct you to the Samuel L. Jackson Soundboard.

Note: This is not work appropriate. But it's only sounds, not pictures, so just keep your headphones on and you'll be fine.

Via DamnItAllToHell.

I don't really have anything to add to AB's post or the discussion that resulted from it. I am just in awe (for opposite reasons) of the people in the cars, and the people who voiced their thoughts so eloquently on the subject at hand.

Tuesday, August 28

Tips for better money management:

As mentioned yesterday, pay extra-special attention when making travel plans. The difference in flight price + the penalty is a bitch to pay.

A kind soul remarked yesterday that I could conceivably go to Europe for what I'm paying to go to San Antonio.

And when the nice highway patrol officer pulls you over to give you a speeding ticket, make sure that he knows that the address on your license is not current. This way, you'll be sure to get the little courtesy notice in the mail, alerting you to your options in taking care of the ticket. Oh, and pay attention to the ticket itself. It will have something called a court date listed on it. If you don't show up for this court date, they send your ticket to a collection agency, where a one-time-$77 ticket becomes a $77 ticket + $250 collection fee.

Learning through living.

Windows RG.

A wonderful way to start the morning.

Monday, August 27

Via Metagrrrl:

user-centered designers and pigs.

TMI* Posting:

Lamenting my lack of cookies, Kevin pointed me towards this word, saying I should replace the 'n' in the last word with a 'c.'

I told him I needn't bother, since I fall into that category as well.

*Too Much Information

Most Helpful Site of the Day:

Webopedia: Online Computer Dictionary for Internet Terms and Technical Support.

Via 3Bruces:

Dog Lovers of Iran, Beware of Growling Ayatollahs
"I would like to thank the honorable police and judges and all those who worked to arrest dog lovers and to confiscate short-legged dogs in this city"
Oh my. Catheads

And finally, tips on overcoming homosexuality (if that's what you're looking for).

Oh, and Steps in Overcoming Masturbation, via Kevin.

The power of the seller.

I love it.

What a great idea!! Brew & View. We really need one of those around here.

Via No Commercial Potential.

Looks like lots of cool people are going to be at Fray Day 5, San Francisco.

Are you??

Nothing makes me worry like money and trouble with my car or computer.

My car(s) and computer(s) are fine. But a vacation that was supposed to cost less than $300 has now skyrocketed to ... well, much more than $300.

Unasked-for advice: always check, double-check, and then check again the dates that you have indicated for departure and arrival. It'll save a lot of trouble later on.

I wish I could shake this worry that isn't doing me any good right now.

Something for women everywhere to be aware of:

Two Women Drugged, Attacked in SF

Via A Large Head:

Find Your Star Wars Twin. Kinda interesting.

A Monday funny, to offset my realization that I made the wrong reservations for my trip to San Antonio later this week. (I wouldn't mind a 6-day vacation, but my boss might. And it's going to be a bit more expensive than originally planned. And yes, I'm understating that.)

Q: Who has feathers and webbed feet and searches for underwater treasures?

A: Jaques Goose-toes.

Sunday, August 26

Wil Wheaton, on the web.

Friday, August 24


Um, I take it that (as well as the url) are supposed to read Speed of Art. Hyphenation is a good thing.

Via Tamityville.

I have worn many hats during my stint here at Startup Central (figuratively, since I have a big head and can only wear a few hats), and have had many job titles, both real and not appropriate to the professional world.

Anyway, the latest, and the one most likely to make it to my business card: Documentatrix.

Just picture me in a catsuit á la Metagrrrl's, threatening with a whip, and telling everyone we're documenting the latest release of the software THIS way! *snap*

This is so wrong. 'Tiger man' wants fur graft.

Via Mighty Girl.

Um. Oops.

I love it when people feel compelled to offer comment on my life and the decisions I make, especially when they do so from a position of ignorance and with the attitude that they, knowing nothing about my life, my experiences or the lessons I carry with me into each situation, know more than I do about my heart and what's best for me.

Yup. Love that.

Ah. Those Canadians!

Asian Bastard is back!

Thursday, August 23

James is so cool!

Dateline Kennel

I have to admit it. I love food.

It's not really a huge secret, and I don't think I'm alone. I love the smell of food, the taste of it, the feeling of it as I'm chewing it and when it's in my stomach. I love the warm and safe feeling I get when I overeat (it's a lifelong struggle to overcome this particular problem). Since my mom stopped cooking for me, I have been able to refuse food I don't like - like peas, watermelon, chicken pot pies, cantaloupe, peaches, beans (yes, all of them), red apples, peas, coffee, Brussels sprouts, asparagus, peas, sweet potatoes, yams, pineapple juice, and peas - and just concentrate on the really good stuff - like pasta, not-overcooked broccoli, baked chicken, mashed potatoes, garlic, nan, oatmeal, fried calamari, prawns, sushi, etc.

Despite what this may imply about how much and what I eat, there are really only a few foods that will tempt me towards out-and-out gluttony: pizza, popcorn and chicken tikka masala.

And those I've managed to control, mostly by just paying attention to my stomach when it says it's happy with the amount I've consumed. Actually, this only works with pizza and the chicken tikka masala. Popcorn ... well, I've had to simply give up popcorn for the most part. I don't get it when I go to the movies. Despite the rather smooth talk I gave my mom as to why she should give her air-popper to me, I don't use that but once in a blue moon anymore either. And I've been pretty good. Because regardless of what I tell my stomach, and what my stomach tells me, I will invariably eat too much popcorn.

But when a co-worker pops up a bag of butter flavor popcorn and then offers, nay, forces me to have some... well, I just can't help myself.

Here's to kernels in the teeth and greasy fingers on the keyboard and the almost-feeling that I've done something good by eating the 94% fat free stuff.

OpenBrackets is my new favorite reading material. One of many items worth reading: The Big Legume

Heehee. Haahaa. Hoohoo.


Coolest, newest thing in the blogging world: Jish's VoxBlog.

Linux Anecdotes

Via Unxmaal.

Something to keep in mind next time you're driving too fast.

It's little stories like this that give me hope.

Thoughts from 5 p.m last night to 5 a.m. this morning:

I've lost friends before due to misunderstandings, and I've lost friends due to simply drifting apart. And to my regret, I didn't do much about it. Now I've got another friendship being tested, and this time I want to do something about it. Problem is, I'm not really sure what to do to come through this tough time with the relationship intact. I'm hoping that by just hanging on and being open about what's going on in my heart, things will turn out ok. I don't know what else to do.

I am, once again, coming to terms with the fact that I can't have everything I want. It's a little frightening. But liberating at the same time.

A line from a play I went to see last night: "May your dating pool be Olympic-sized."

I can now walk in a straight line from my desk, where most of my clothes end up, to my closet, which is where they belong. This makes me (and my clothes) very happy.

Feline love cries. There are few sounds I want to hear less at 5 a.m.

Wednesday, August 22

Quote of the Day:

Now I feel like running with the bagel bag!

The Rhymes with Orange! site is a blessing.

My favorites today:
Which is more pathetic?
The Cat Book Group
Power Play

You know, I've noticed that since I placed the following text on my ICQ profile a few months ago, I haven't gotten any new chat partners. Hmmm. I wonder why.
Please don't write if you're looking for anything other than friendship or a chat partner. I don't have pictures of myself to give to you and I'm not interested in telling you what I look like. Please don't waste your time or mine on questions like that. Thanks.

This was supposed to be posted last night, but Blogger and my home computer have a intermittent connection at the best of times, and the post was first eaten, and the second draft could not be posted, so here's a recap of what I did last night:

Since I came home from work, I have gone from "Girl who moved in a month and a half ago and still hasn't done anything with the dead plants she brought from her old place and are still out on the porch" to "Girl with three lovely newly re-potted plants (and three more pots, empty except for dirt, which she doesn't know what to do with just yet)" to "Girl who felt so good about the new plants and their new homes, that she tried to take care of all her plants at once, resulting in the disastrous overturning of one of her oldest african violets, getting dirt EVERYWHERE in the kitchen and leading to over 45 minutes spent cleaning the shelves and the floor and everything that got dirty."

A night of quick evolution.

Tuesday, August 21

Wish I could be in Vancouver on Thursday for the No Burned Bridges World Tour


via 3Bruces.

Swedish Women Don't Get Enough Sex?

We've deduced that it's because all the cute guys (read: style, looks, intelligence, money and influence) are here in our office.

Via my roommie:

Steve Ballmer: Sweatin' to the oldies...

Those among you who have found yourselves compelled to repeatedly review the now infamous Steve Ballmer "dancemonkeyboy" video clip, will no doubt delight in this most recent addition to the Ballmer video canon: "Developers. Developers. Developer developers."

So I got a speeding ticket back in May, (I know, I know, big surprise - the real surprise is that I haven't gotten more of them) and I haven't received any information about paying for it, or a court date or anything. I finally decided it's time to do something about it, and I'm finding that it's extremely difficult to find someone who will tell me how I can pay them the money due on the ticket.


2 reasons I force myself into a bodice and and a dress every summer and head out to Vacaville:

Broon and MooNiE the Magnif'Cent

Aha. It's apparently going to be one of those days where the fact that someone drank all the black decaf tea, which I don't find out till after I've filled my cup with hot water, is going to turn my mood from good to bitchy in about 5 seconds.

Dealing with know-it-all co-workers doesn't help.

I don't think I could stand to live anywhere where it was this hot. I would melt.

Via BobTheCorgi

Whew! Take a look at MetaGrrrl's new image on the right.

I guess latex catsuits are the spice of life.

Monday, August 20

I was just called a cookie slut. I suppose it's true, since I refused to reveal top-secret information without payment of some of those little slices of heaven.

I'd do almost anything for a chocolate chip cookie right now.


I appear to have lost the ability to right-click. Or rather, I can right-click all I want, but nothing happens.

This is maddening.

Via RileyDog:
THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.

Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime.

Ctrl + S is my mantra for today.

Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S Ctrl + S

Email moment, part II (same conversation):
Head is telling heart to get over it, it would never have worked out anyway.

Email moment:
I don't LIKE not liking him. It's just that sometimes I can't help it. :\

It's a good thing my friends and loved ones don't pick up on most of the hints I broadcast, or I don't think I'd have many friends or loved ones. The curse of having moods that change from hour to hour.

Kinda neat: Web Intersections - Weblog Home

Via Jish.

German romance and German go-go dancing.

Via 3Bruces.

Um, it's after 9 a.m. and I'm the only one in the office. Is today a holiday and no one bothered to inform me??

Friday, August 17

A story to sink your teeth into... or your claws, whatever works for you.

If I had kids, I'd clothe them from Dookiewear Punk Baby Clothes

Gotta look over Random's linkage on "Voluntary Simplicity".

Soon, before I'm overwhelmed by the stuff in my room.

Ack! No time to surf, blog or even email today, so I'll just post a very silly/stupid little joke I got in my inbox this morning:


Husband's note on refrigerator to his wife:

Someone from the Guyna College called.
They said Pabst beer is normal.

Hint: Say it out loud.

Jish, James and I went to see the Barenaked Ladies last night at Shoreline Amphitheater and were treated to a great show. I even liked all the songs they played. Apparently Kevin liked 'em too.

When we walked into the amphitheater, there was a pretty cool band playing on the outer stage called Action Figure Party, and as we watched them, I noticed that all the band members of BNL were also out there enjoying the music. This just reinforces my impression of how normal and unpretentious these guys are, that they would hang out with the unwashed masses to watch another band play in the middle of the afternoon. Yes, there was security, but they were being pretty unpretentious too, and I hardly noticed them in the crowd.

Thursday, August 16

Speaking of lots of foul language, I went to dinner last night with Jish and James and a few people who don't have websites (yes, there are some who still hold out on the whole web thing). Unfortunately, James experienced my less-than-ladylike behavior behind the wheel.

I know, I know. My grandmother was the first to tell me that Ladies Don't Use Bad Language. Mom always just threatened with the bar of soap that would be sure to wash my mouth clean. It started out as a way for the quiet, shy, and bespeckled girl to get noticed by the cool kids in high school. Then it became a habit which has gotten worse and worse with time. I used to be able to keep it confined to people my own age - never in front of adults or children. Now I'm considered an adult, so it's hard to keep from showing off my vocabulary in front of them, and I'm around kids so rarely that it's easy to forget to watch my language when they are present.

Normally I would have waited till I knew James a bit better before letting fly with the language I use every day, but I was chosen to drive last night, as I was the only one willing to drive, with a vehicle large enough everyone else. And when I'm behind the wheel, it's hard to hold back even when Grandma is in the car (gag, muffle, mumble, grrrr).

So, although I've already apologized to James for the verbal abuse he was witness to as I bitched (oops!) out the drivers and pedestrians of San Francisco last night, I'd like to apologize to him again and to also in advance to anyone else who will ever have the opportunity to be in the car with me while I navigate city traffic.

There's a lot of foul language here, but it's kinda funny anyway: Search Bastard.

Via Random-Abstract

I had something else in mind when I saw this domain name, but the reality is rather nice too.

Via Random-Abstract.

Evil on a Budget ... or, How to threaten the free world on fifty dollars a day.

Good to know. I think I have $50 laying around here somewhere.

Via Unxmaal.

If I was a bit wittier, I'd certainly join the Top Ten Blog. Looks like fun.

Someone in charge looked at this and said, "It is good." I'd try to puzzle it out, but I can't think about it very long without getting a headache.

Via Davezilla

Yes, you might mistake me for just another 13 year old in a no-where coal-mining town, but you do not realize that you are dealing with someone who manages to fit in worldwide fame, military authority and 8th grade all in one stunningly beautiful package.

Wednesday, August 15

There appears to be a camera near my desk, which everyone who has my cell phone number has access to, letting them monitor when I've left said desk.

This is when they call.

America needs one of these.

Yet another "computers are like these" games.

Women ban sex until men put in running water
Husbands have made a desperate appeal to local authorities to send them the necessary equipment as soon as possible, even offering their labour for nothing.
Via 3Bruces.

Holy cow. The Future of SUVs.

Via Nubbin.

My new nickname: Grasshoppa.

Now I need to get myself a black latex catsuit.

Tuesday, August 14

A wish: Cinderella can kiss my butt

My new filing technique is unstoppable

Via Textism.

Go Uncle Bob!
"Even Roy Schneider had a boat, a harpoon and Richard Dreyfuss, lady."

Via BobTheCorgi

How do you feel about those X10 pop-under ads??

If ya hate 'em like I do, go see Zeldman for some good links to get rid of them varmints.

Note: I clicked on the 5000 day link ('coz why go for 1000 days when you can get 5000 for the same price?) and got a thank you screen telling me I had gotten rid of them for 30 days. But if you look in your cookies file, you'll see the happy news.

A frightening little exchange, with an unusual emphasis on noses.

A synonym of brunch, lunkfeast. Coined by Jish, who is just now heading out for that particular meal, and will call me after he's ordered and before he's gotten his food.

Personally, I think I'd prefer lunchfest, as it sounds a whole lot more like a party. Lunchfast would be an oxymoron.

Have I mentioned lately that I have the best friends?? Some call me as soon as they hear the news. Others do what they can to distract me and make sure that I can talk to them whenever I need an ear or a shoulder (figuratively!). And still others think of me even when I'm not there, and get me some cool music to raise my spirits. And most importantly, there are those who call me when they have a moment and are just hanging out, simply to chat. I like to know that I'm thought of during those moments.

Just Jakob: Desktop Background

Making the Web Safe for Mediocrity

Via Unxmaal

Loving the thread over at Davezilla's site: "What’s in a name?"

R-Rated: The New Kama Sutra

Via 120Degrees.

Monday, August 13

Work stuff: A good article on what registration flows should look and act like:
Registration Revamp

Secretaries use Linux, taxpayers save millions
There is also the problem of teaching new employees not to worry about backups. Many are so used to system crashes and network failures in Windows environments that they have trouble realizing, at first, that all their files are stored on reliable servers -- with backups -- instead of on a desktop PC where a crash can wipe out hours or days of work. But these doubts are typically overcome after an employee has used Largo's network for a little while. "I was skeptical at first," one receptionist confides, "because [the place I worked before] had a Windows network that was always having problems. Now I'm comfortable with the network here. It's very easy to use once you get used to it."

Another How-To:

How To Be A Lazy Bastard
6. You may experience some discomfort during the initial jump into lazy bastard mode. But it is very important to wear the same clothing for as long as possible. Keep in mind that doing your laundry will result in physical exertion. This is something that is whole-heartedly discouraged. If you tire of wearing the same clothing, it is advisable to forgo the clothing altogether for an au natural state of being.

Pizza was not made to be eaten with a spoon.

And another winner:
"Seven Habits of Sensitive, Celibate Men"

Via Off On A Tangent

Don't ask me how I found this:

Why Nice Girls Abandon Underwear
"We're frantic about it," a spokesman for a brassiere firm was quoted as saying. "This thing will mean that in five years the American girl will look like people in a jungle."
....the height of fashion in 18th Century France was to sport a muslin dress so thin it could be pulled through a wedding ring. Again, no underclothes, and, again, the dresses were put on wet. Of course, the women died like flies, of pneumonia, but while they were alive they looked mighty enticing.

From 3Bruces: A good cause and Give the gift of sentiment.
And finally,
Man Accused of Having Sex With Sheep
Sexual abuse of animals is believed to be a problem in the United States today, although the extent of the abuse is difficult to determine because animals are not capable of reporting attacks, the Humane Society said. Dogs and horses are the most common victims, the Humane Society said.

Hah! Coinciding nicely with a Shakespeare reading that I'm doing with a group of friends tonight is a modern version of Romeo and Juliet. If only we could have read it like this in high school!

Having a low tolerance for emotional pain is a good thing. I'm feeling much better today.

Sunday, August 12

Sometimes when you're in pain, you think that if only the person who caused you this pain was also in pain, then your pain would be lessened somehow (did you get that?). But it doesn't really work that way.

I know he's in as much pain as I am, and I just feel bad about it. I don't think he deserves to suffer just because his heart doesn't feel the same that mine does. He never led me to believe otherwise, I just hoped.

The hard part now is redefining how we relate to each other.

My instinct is to curl up into a ball and not let anyone in ever again. I have to work hard to keep my heart open. I'm putting up walls to mark the line between friends and lovers, but I'm afraid those walls might overextend themselves and cut off whatever it was that made our friendship special to both of us. I really don't want this to be a friendship that was ruined because we were more than friends for a while.

I really, really don't want that to happen.

Saturday, August 11

Well, it's over.

I can't believe the void I feel in my heart right now. I know I'll get over this. And I know that I'll be ok. But in the meantime, I hurt. All I can think about is the empty space he's leaving in my life, how long it's going to be empty, and when I find someone to fill the emptiness again, it won't be him.

Typing is difficult when you're crying. And I can't seem to stop. Crying, that is.

You know, I was ready for this last week. I wasn't ready for it tonight, dammit.

It's not that we're not going to be friends. We'll be friends. That's how it started out, and there's no reason not to continue. It's just that, in a 'friends with benefits' sort of relationship, there was a lot of affection that I can't see being appropriate now, given that we've gone back to just being friends.

God, I now know the pain of the phrase "just friends". Let me never use the phrase on someone else again without understanding what it means to a heart in love.

Ok, this is weak and I'm not entirely certain it's something that I should be blogging, so this is all I'm going to say about it.

Friday, August 10

Down Time

The Little Prince

A good read on a slow Friday.

Another neat quote, found on the about me page over at Book of Days:
"I'm sorry that I did not have a match that could light a fire big enough for your heart to catch." (unknown)
Yeah, that about sums up my life right now.

Went with Dinah and her buddies to see the preview of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back last night and had a great time. As I think I mentioned before, I went as Amy, which meant that I dressed in clothes I always wear, with a name tag explaining why I was there. Dinah dressed as a character in the new movie and her friends dressed as Jay, Bob and someone from Mallrats, pictures of which will be posted as soon as I get the film developed and the pictures scanned. They all looked perfect.

I kinda wish I had seen Mallrats and Clerks before seeing this one, as I think most of the jokes would have had more relevance. As it was, though, the jokes were funny on their own, even if I didn't have the history behind them. But it was like I imagine watching Dogma would have been like if I hadn't been as familiar with the Bible as I am.

And I learned that there are people out there who can remember the lines from movies after watching only once. Me, I need to watch them at least a few times before I can remember lines. So, I'll be seeing it again when it comes out after the 22nd. Then I can finally discuss the movie with friends who haven't seen it yet!!

Diary of a Cat
Day 77I
Overheard that my confinement was due to my power of allergies. Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
Via Firda.

Ha! Pictures of My Finger, via Elise.


Canadian Phrasebook, via RileyDog (08/09/01)

A quote I found over at Inner Balance
"I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat..."
-- Rebecca West. 1913

Pancakes and bunnies.

Why not?

Via 3Bruces.

UPDATE: apparently I'm a little late to the party, as this link has apparently been picked up by and Davezilla, who got it from Leslie.

Thursday, August 9

Meteor Showers!!

The current office quiz is to determine the working hours of one of our programmers, based on the log files from one of the projects he was working on recently. Here is a graph of his statistics from May 1 to August 5 to make it simple for you.

I am an awful daughter. I just remembered that I forgot to call my parents on Sunday to wish them a happy anniversary.

At least I had already sent the gift. Whew!!

My roommate had a similar experience trying to get her DSL service put in her name after she kicked her boyfriend out.

Unfortunately for us, 2 disconnections, 3 orders for reconnection, and 4 orders for hardware later, it took 2 months till we got back online.

Ha! C'est dBay!

I found the Banned Books On-Line page by following a link from Davezilla.

I'm thinking this will be my reading list for a while.

Btw, you can also go to the ALA site for Banned Books Week and see a lot more resources on the subject.

Well, Aerosmith rocked. I've been to more concerts at Shoreline Amphitheater than I care to count, and I've never seen a band who took the trouble to set up a stage in the lawn for those of us who can't see the main stage. As someone who simply can't get herself to pay the big bucks to sit in the seats and be able to see the band members as more than stick figures, this was great.

As for Fuel, well, the less said the better. I've always suspected that record companies release only a small percentage of the good songs that any band produces to the radio stations, encouraging requiring people to buy the records so that they can hear the other good songs. And if you don't buy the record, then you're SOL.

I found out last night that this is not the case with Fuel. All their good songs are on the radio, all three of them.

Now I'm gettin' ready for the Lloyd's Blues Music Festival on Saturday, with B.B. King, among others.

Wednesday, August 8

Part III in a series: Taglines to remember:

Where women get their clicks.

Ok, I've broken myself of the Amazon habit. And I don't use the credit card for meals anymore (I use the debit card, which isn't the same thing).

But now I've discovered e-tickets, and I'm visiting San Antonio over Labor Day weekend. Lord help me, I'm making more plans to travel.

Whew! It's a good thing I mentioned tonight's plans, or I might have found myself drumming my fingers next to the phone later on this evening.

I have not only been talked into seeing Aerosmith tonight (it wasn't hard to do), but I am being taken to see them. Meaning I didn't have to buy a ticket. Meaning someone else did.

Meaning I also get to see Fuel free.

Let me just say that I have the best friends possible.

Rumination of the Day

I thought it would be cool to teach my cat to use the blender, but I forgot to factor in the inevitable furry margaritas.
-- Joseph Moore

Tuesday, August 7

So I just watched Chasing Amy and I've decided to go with Amy.


'Cause whatever I lack in clothing material I totally make up for in lack of creativity. And how can you go wrong with a character no one's ever seen?

Having been invited to a preview of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back on Thursday night, I am informed that the price of the lone ticket is a costume.

My options are:
Amy, easy 'cause we never see Amy
Alyssa Jones, not so easy, 'cause I just don't look like her, on any plain of existence
Bob, easy 'cause I have the clothes and I don't need to talk

Decisions, decisions, decisions ...

Part II in a series: Taglines to remember:

"Making People Pettable"
-Faire Pair Tights and Such

It's only when I'm listening to a cd of classical music that I realize just how much a member of the TV generation I really am.

I just heard Largo al factotum, by Gioachino Rossini (1792-1868), arranged by Gary Kulesha (from "Il barbiere di Siviglia"), and all I could think of was the Bugs Bunny/Elmer Fudd cartoons.

Isn't it great when you find out that you know more than you thought you did?

It kinda balances out all those times when you discover that you don't know as much as you thought you did.

So I apologized last night for being a bitch pretty much all day on Sunday. He apologized for not noticing. I forgave him for not noticing.

Monday, August 6

Oh my.

Via Jish.

Ruminations of a Star Wars Geek, or Finding a Deeper Meaning in The Empire Strikes Back ...

If I were to meet Yoda, would he tell me that I was always looking to the future, my mind never on where I was, or what I was doing?

Looking for sites that feature love poetry and their translations, I came across this site of Japanese Love Poetry. It's beautiful.

I love you

A wife is a built-in ...

Via 3Bruces

And you thought your job was bad
"... the animals have gotten too used to Binatang coming over every morning to pull them off," said deputy assistant director Lai Jee Seow. "Many of them now can't be bothered to engage in real sex."
Via 3Bruces

Why we read: an overview

Notes for a beautiful Monday morning:

This last weekend was the most beautiful the Bay area has experienced in quite a while. Or maybe it's just me. I have to get out more.

My roommate made a blueberry poundcake yesterday that didn't work out for "giving to the new boyfriend's parents" purposes. Lucky me, this means that I have a snack for today to have with my tea.

I was supposed to go to the Ansel Adams show at SFMOMA Friday night, but my stomach was still feeling icky after last week's, um, ickyness. As it was, I hung out with Jish and watched The Avengers, one of the biggest disappointments of my movie-watching career.

Saturday I went with Jish and Björn and some guy from Germany to see Depeche Mode, with Poe opening for them. In my opinion, the opening was entirely too short and the one song that I know from her that I really like was the song I liked least in the set. I think I'll be buying her cd soon.

DM was pretty good. I haven't listened to their new cd yet, but I suspect that I wouldn't like it as much as I've liked their earlier stuff (and by earlier, I mean everything before Ultra). I thought that they started out a bit slow, and stayed slow till the middle, when the pace picked up considerably and suddenly everyone was on their feet, singing and dancing and having a jolly good time. All in all, the show was a blast, from watching the lead singer prance around bare-chested in his low-rise leather pants (causing the women behind us to shriek about his sexiness), to watching the freaks in their 80's goth get-ups try to pick their way through the sold-out, territorial crowd. You can see other reviews of the show over at, Darkness Falls, and

Yesterday was:
waking up mid-morning to a gloriously clear, sunny, not-too-hot day;
walking to the farmers market and picking up corn, zucchini and mushrooms and lots and lots of flowers;
realizing I didn't plan my time very well and rushing to get to Kevin's launch/lunch party for CentralBooking, which reassured me that I'm not *always* a party dork;
a drive in a convertible and a walk on the beach;
a dinner of ... you guessed it: corn, zucchini and marinated chicken with mushrooms, which reassured me that I can conceive of and eat a complete meal without the presence of a bread product (e.g. pizza crust, pasta);
a whole bunch of other good stuff that was threatened by, but did not succumb to, a strange mood I was in last night. Disaster narrowly avoided.

Maybe it's just the weather, but life is good today.

Dave makes me laugh.


I woke up yesterday from a dream in which I was working my first day at a deli. Some things went right, some things went wrong, but the only thing I could think when I woke up was "Ohmygod, not another customer service job!"

Happy Monday!

Scantily-staffed call centre seeks nudists
"In an office job like a call centre worker, it doesn't matter what you wear because the client does not see you. It's a small step from there to working naked," the firm said in a statement.
And this is what I like to hear:

Tea, Chocolate May Be Heart-Healthy Snacks

Sunday, August 5

Site to check out (so I don't forget the name): mopie.

It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon and Dinah, Jish and I are gettin' jiggy at the CentralBooking Launch/Lunch party in North Beach, San Francisco.

It's a party worth the endeavor that Kevin has embarked upon. You should check it out. Go on.

Friday, August 3

Can't. Take. It. Any. More.

Must. Go. Home.

I am definitely not a work martyr.

We're restructuring our website here at Startup Central, and the bio put up for one of our engineers is:

Lead Engineer, Niklas, is Swedish. Need we say more?

When I pointed it out to him, he said that the suggestions he made had not been included. This is what he would have rather it said:

Young Swedish software engineer looking for late romantic dinners. Interests in structurized xml, object oriented architecture ...

An example of the wonders of Google preferences:

Set to Bork! Bork! Bork! (where you can click "I'm Feeleeng Loocky")

Yuoor seerch deed nut metch uny ducooments. Um gesh dee bork, bork!

Meke-a soore-a ell vurds ere-a spelled currectly. Bork bork bork!
Try deefffferent keyvurds. Um gesh dee bork, bork!
Try mure-a generel keyvurds. Um gesh dee bork, bork!
Other examples of language preferences you can set are:
Elmer Fudd
Pig Latin

"Now officials say new laws may be needed to 'to protect people too stupid to protect themselves'."

Via Yuccacentric.

I have been informed that I must be all better by tomorrow, so that I can go to the Depeche Mode concert.

This is why I don't do cybersex.

Via Davezilla.

Ahhh. Here we are, midnight and I can't sleep, as much because my stomach is still bothering me as because I have been sleeping all day.

Let me just say that it's really nice to have a roommate who is the mothering type. I don't think my mom ever took this much care of me when I was sick as a kid.

Thursday, August 2

2001 Weblogger Purity Survey

Much as I hate to admit it, sometimes it's better to give in to an upset stomach and just get it all over with.

Feeling better. Not good. Just better.


Gah. I am sick. I think. Woke up at 2 a.m. with an upset stomach, and things haven't improved since then. I am staying home for the time being, so blogging will be light, if at all.


Wednesday, August 1

Mighty Girl (07/31/01)
Have you ever been mesmerized by your monitor, so deep in concentration that you can't look away? And say you needed Chapstick while the monitor glowed seductively. Would you reach into your desk drawer blindly and feel around until you found it? OK, good. Now how close would you actually come to applying the glue stick to your lips?

I love Rhymes with Orange!

Is it me, or it today going by reeeeeaaaaaaly slow??

Holy cow.

ICQ has just about the worst navigation that I've ever seen. I feel sorry for the person who has to maintain the home page, not to mention the whole site.

Uh oh. My drinking problem is back.

I hope my eating disorder doesn't make a concurrent reappearance.

Wow. If ever there was an example of the value of librarians to an organization, Amazon would be it.

Amazon Librarian Says Data Can Become Marketing Tool

Via Dinah.

Surprise!! I'm going to Dallas for Labor Day weekend for a wedding that's been moved up 3 months (shotguns are not involved).

This will make the second time in the same year that I've seen my father, the most I've seen him since ... since ... I don't know the last time I saw him this often.

3Bruces: a font of links today.

Personality & Breast Shape. Holy cow.
Via 3Bruces.

Tokyo Breakfast: a lesson that humor doesn't always cross cultural gaps.
Via 3Bruces

Success Stories: The campaign against water.
Via 3Bruces