Be your own Disneyland.

Thursday, January 31

I am an asshole.

Yeah, it was a good show.

Must. Ignore. The. Internet.

Failing. Miserably.

Free. I am free. I turned in the keys to the old apartment last night and now all I have to do is sit back and wait for the deposit check to come in. And focus on making my new place a home.

So all I did after meeting with the apartment manager last night was make dinner and watch tv. Two and a half hours of Simpsons, Ed, and West Wing and too much spaghetti. And a guest coming into town tomorrow. And I'm going out tonight to see the A**hole Monologues. Maybe my night of relaxation was ill-timed.

Wednesday, January 30

Drawing Anime Part 1 [via Bears-cave]

SXSW pickup lines. Go on and contribute the one you're going to use a good one!

Wow. WTC Ten Years Ago

I realize that humor isn't for everyone. It's only for the people who want to have fun, enjoy life, and feel alive. -- Anne Wilson Schaef

Did you notice my birthday countdown to the right? I got that from Flygirl. Cool her.

When I tell people that I went to library school, one of the first things I generally get asked is, "So, you know all about the Dewey Decimal system, right?" No, no I don't. It was mentioned in passing in my Cataloging and Classification class, but we didn't focus on it at all. That doesn't mean that it isn't a valuable tool, it's just not one of those things that you take a class in.

Anyway, imagine my surprise when I found out that there's actually a product line for the Dewey Decimal Classification. You can get screensavers, posters, and comic books. Who knew it could be so exciting?? [via Library Daily News.]

Oooh, an update:

So on Monday night, I took the plunge and called up AT&T intending to cancel my cable. The nice lady I spoke to seemed determined to make sure that I understood that if I cancelled it completely, then I wouldn't have *any* tv to watch. I reassured her that I knew this, and that I had already tested it and knew that I get no reception in my apartment, but she still managed to talk me into keeping my local cable channels for a mere $10/mo for the next 6 months. Oh well, it's not much, and I can still watch West Wing when the mood strikes me. (Also, that plus Netflix still costs less than what I was paying for full cable.)

So anyway, right after that (we're talking like 6 or 6:30 p.m.), I signed up for Netflix, expecting to get a movie maybe by tomorrow at the earliest. Imagine my surprise then when I came home last night and found a movie on my doorstep. That's less than 24 hours for them to "process my application" and get my first movie to me.

I strongly suspect that they sent Tommy the Office Boy to my apartment to deliver it by hand, since I really don't see how the postal service could have gotten the movie to me that fast. Which is fine by me.

I [heart] Netflix.

Edmond has posted the pictures from his grandmother's funeral. The interesting thing about this particular memorial is the container that his grandmother's ashes are now kept in.

If nothing else, she certainly had style. And apparently she still does.

What kind of container would you want for your ashes?

Family Value-Oriented Post of the Day: Attorney General: "America Must Cease to be a Lurid Statuary of Deviant Sex" [via Megosteve]

Tuesday, January 29

In Search Of A Bra That Actually Fits. Aren't we all?

I'm interested in a redesign of this site. Would someone like to do it for me? I'll pay you in Amazon dollars, how's that?

Kinda cool: Vintage Skivvies.

Via 3Bruces.

Penis-Multilating Tampon Puts Rapists Out Of Business - Forever

Shocking. Every aspect of this story is shocking, from the idea to put spring-loaded razors into tampons to prevent rape, to the fact that rape is already so common that many women routinely carrry "antiretroviral medication with them to prevent HIV-transfer." You know, just in case.

Via Jen


It's good to be reminded of the funny stuff: captions blog

Thanks Dave.

Tip: is really bad with actor name searches. I searched for Judy Holliday and it said "This person hasn't worked in any movies currently available for rent from Netflix". On the contrary, I found at least three movies that she'd been in by searching for the movie names. When I searched for Colin Firth, it only returned Shakespeare in Love, while I found at least 3 more movies that he'd been in as well (including the Pride and Prejudice miniseries that is always raved about in Bridget Jones's Diary).

So yeah. A lesson in alternate search strategies.

Beautiful, and oh-so-timely, especially for those of us in not-so-warm California dealing with our first snowfall of the season: Snow Crystal Photo Collections

Via Brad.

See which Greek Goddess you are.

Now that's good reinforcement for the morning after I've moved every piece of furniture I own.

Monday, January 28

It's reassuring every once in a while to be reminded that "The closest thing to a universal rule is that most men like a woman who's comfortable with her body, whatever her body happens to look like... " [What Men Really Love About Women's Bodies]

I think, deep down inside, most women know this. It's difficult for those of us with a few more curves than is the norm to remember that, though, what with all those flat stomachs and thin thighs out there, and I'm not talking about in magazines or on tv. They're everywhere.

18 days to go. You know what I'm talking about.

No Cigarette Needed
Chocolate is sex in a wrapper. The effect of it has on people is so strong it could conceivably render Maslow's Hierarchy into a linear plane. It also brings people into my cubicle.
Yeah, I know about that.


I'm going. Are you?.

404 Research Lab, how to make your own and whatnot. Must be nice.

Bird Dropping Casts Pall Over Tennis Tournament

Via Amit.

So sore. Funny enough, I don't think it's the box moving that's done this, but the effects of sleeping while stressed that has me creaking every time I move today.

I don't think I mentioned it, but Saturday went incredibly well. I still can't believe that we got so much stuff moved over. Thanks again to my online friends who came by, such as JessaJune, Jish, Dinah, and Edmond. Besides them, 10 others showed up and got soaked while lugging my stuff around.

And yesterday was really nice too, starting with a brunch in sunny San Francisco (did I mention that it didn't rain yesterday??????), and a walk around Stern Grove, some more moving, and dinner and Sex and the City.

A good weekend all around.

Sunday, January 27

Lessons from my moving day:

Check to make sure that it won't be raining that day. (Note: it's not raining today, for example. Yesterday it just poured and poured and poured)

Apparently "move it all over" is not enough of a moving strategy for those of the male gender.

It's good to have friends who have access to vans.

In fact, it's just a good idea to have friends who are willing to show up on a rainy Saturday morning and spend 4 hours moving all your stuff from one point to another less than a mile away. And then come back the next day to get all the stuff that you didn't have packed in time for the day before (as well as the oogey stuff that was up in the rafters above the parking space).

It's also a good idea to keep stuff like soap, towels, bedding, silverware, tea, kettle and such close to the tops of boxes, so you can find them quickly in time of need. Otherwise, you tend to roam the apartment with a knife, cutting open every single box looking for the one thing you need right then. It's a good thing most of my boxes are rather shallow.

Thursday, January 24

I'm off for the weekend, learning, moving and various and sundry other activities. Email will probably not be answered, nor the phone (as if I could find it anyway). Maybe next week will be better.

Gosh, since Monday, my imood has read vacant, lost, overwhelmed, exhausted and achy.

It hasn't been that bad. Really.

Unsure of crisps and nappies? Try the American/British Travel Dictionary.

Via Soapy's Place.

Oh my. Starbucks in Kuwait.

Via Cluttered Life.

The Dream, as written (sorta):

1:40 a.m.: I just had a terrifying dream. I can remember that it started out innocently enough. Dinah and I were gardening in the front bedroom of my parents' home, using human ashes as fertilizer to grow chickens and roses. You know, to relieve stress.

Then she went to the back bedroom and I went out to the kitchen. As I flicked on the light switch in the kitchen, she ran out, whispering frantically that someone was in the house. I knew she was right because the light had not come on in the kitchen, which meant that someone had cut the power. We raced back to her room, closed the door and I tried to move the dresser (my dresser) in front of the door. She started calling 911, since somehow we also knew the phone line had also probably been cut. I heard her say "No, this is the first time today" to their question of whether she had used their service yet. I moved the dresser a bit out from the wall, but not far enough in front of the door. I wanted her to do this while I spoke talked to them, but I didn't know how well I'd handle myself if I were given the phone.

At this point I woke up, breathing very fast as my heart raced in fear and I was completely paralyzed. As soon as I became conscious, I opened my mouth to breathe more quietly and thought of my phone, which brought a new panic, since the landline is dead in my current apartment, and my cell phone was out on the kitchen table. I lay there for a long while, the dream running through my head, straining to hear the noise of an intruder, baffled at the sudden turn of events in the dream. Where the hell had that come from? The only reason I could think of was that my subconscious was trying to tell me something.

Finally, convinced that no one was in the apartment, I knew I had to write this down or I’d forget it, but I couldn’t move my arms. This was almost as frightening as the dream. Focusing on little movements first helped, a finger first, then another, and eventually I could move my hand and then my arms. A book, a pen and a light, and here we are.

I have no idea what the meaning of that little episode was, but I’ll take the lesson that I should have my phone by the bed when I’m asleep at night.
It took me an hour and a half to go back to sleep.

My friend Robert sent a note today:
It's the State Library's 152nd birthday today (two years to the day after the discovery of gold). In honor of the occasion you should go out and read a book about birthday cakes.
That's a good idea.

Oh, did I mention that it's now 21 days till my birthday?

Here I am!

I had a bad night, waking up terrified from a nightmare ... I wrote it down and it will appear here soon. Then I woke up to my alarm and a lot of pain, so I took some aspirin and went back to bed for a few hours. Now I'm here and definitely not feeling up to par. The whole week has been kinda foggy, but today is even worse. Poor me.

Good side: it's Thursday, and I'm almost all packed (thanks to JessaJune and her friends at the comic book store - those boxes are great for books and cds!).

Wednesday, January 23

I just saw Memento last week and all of a sudden, I have someone else to relate to. No, I'm not the ... oh, wait, maybe I shouldn't spoil it for the rest of you.

Let's just say that I can totally identify with the main character and his ... condition. Especially today.

Speaking of wishlists, have I mentioned that my birthday is a mere 22 days away??

So cool. Jen has set up a wishlist for her gradeschool library.

Go help out. Really, go on. It's tax deductible, if you give her your name and address.

Diary of a Mad Monk
Given my greatly varied assortment of books and the fact that I have read all of them, most more than once, I am of the opinion that what one reads is not nearly so important as what one learns from the act of reading.
As was shown at a recent bookswap that I attended, there is no reason to be ashamed or proud of anything on one's bookshelves. It is simply a matter of what you get out of that material.


Via Edmond.

One of the drawbacks to being female and hormonal is that at certain times of the month, my sense of smell becomes really really sensitive. Actually, this is a drawback only when there's something unpleasant in the air. Otherwise, it can be a great gift.

Anyway, let's just say that it's definitely a drawback this morning, as someone is wearing so much cologne in our little office that I'm about to pass out. And given my inability to ignore anything that's bothering me, I am constantly conscious of it. Meanwhile, my other officemates don't even notice it, so I suffer alone.

Poor me.

Tuesday, January 22

So I'm seriously thinking of ditching my cable and getting a Netflix account.

- It would be almost half the price
- I could end the channel surfing once and for all.

- No more AMC.
- No more VH1.
- No more Comedy Central. Oh wait ... this one might be a pro.

Hmmm... Any thoughts on the matter?

I'm not a huge fan of Cubism, but I found an artist named Juan Gris a few years ago who I rather like. Unfortunately, his heirs didn't like to have his pictures on the net and they disappeared for a while. Now they're back!! My favorite is The Breakfast

Yes, I admit it. I forgot about The Ben Brown Show over the weekend. I wish there was an archive somewhere so that I could catch up.

US Military Believes Bin Laden Has Found the ONE RING
The ring, which last sat on the finger of Senator Strom Thurmon, is believed to have fallen off at some point during his last term and found its way to Afghanistan.
Nice story, explaining the inability of the entire world to find this man. I didn't particularly take to the ending of the article, but the rest is classic.

Via Mollie.

Sheep go to Heaven, goats go to Hell.

Or something like that.

If anyone's interested, you can see Cake performing online right now!

Cake webcast

Random evil kitten link.

Monday, January 21

The SXSW Web Awards interactive finalists!! Congratulations to everyone who got to this point, especially the two people I know, Jish and Mena!

Got an email the other day from the author of Rent-a-Stalker Online?, which explains a bit about those behind the famous Coincidence Design "service".

This has been blogged once or twice before, but my co-worker just sent this to me, so it warrants another mention: Insanity Test

Suffering from an acute case of need-a-kitten? Try a random kitten generator

Via 3Bruces.

What happened to Jon Secada??

Followed via Denise's site, Desktops, by I chose the flowers.

I was just attacked by a staple. Not the stapler, mind you. The staple.

A friend once remarked, after telling me about a dream he'd had the night before that involved me, a shopping cart, some blinds, and an escalator, that I'm clumsy even in his dreams. I guess I make an impression.

I got my keys and I got my apartment. I am still waiting for mail. I waited for the cable guy, I made cookies (and lots of them!), I went to a party that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be, and was a lot more fun than I was expecting (and they liked my cookies too). Then I went to another party, which was everything I'd hoped it'd be, and more (they were very appreciative of the cookies as well). I got some books out of it too, and a great view of the City. I watched some movies, slept rather well, did some hiking, and ate a few too many of my own cookies. Yeah, it's been a while since I baked.

This week: I have to find a lot of boxes and begin packing up my life again.

Friday, January 18

And here I thought the days of rushing around to turn 10+-page papers in for a grade were over. Or at least I had hoped they were.

I am about to turn in a 31-page document we like to call an Element Description Document to have it ripped apart by my much-more-astute-and-not-in-such-a-hurry-to-leave-as-I boss.

Oh well. It's Friday and I'm off to pick up my keys!

For reasons better not asked about, I found myself at a Lance Bass fan site. What made me giggle, other than the fact that I was there at all, was that at some point in the loading of the page, this neat little animated popup, um, popped up (forgive the pun), spiraled around the page for a bit and then asked if I wanted a sample.

Can you guess what the popup was for?? I'll tell ya anyway: Trojan condoms.

Sent to me by one of my obviously alcoholic friends: Guess the Beer Label

Even if you're not Catholic, or into Christmas, this is cool.

Yes, I'm surfing the site and having a good time doing it.

Via Hoopla:

No Assumptions

In to work rather early this morning. I had to give someone a wake-up call at the ungodly hour of 6, and I just couldn't fall asleep afterwards. So, here I am, at 8:30. Hopefully, given that I worked rather late a few nights this week, I can leave early today. I didn't bring a lunch, so this could work out well.

I get to pick up the keys to my new place today (which means that I also write a check for an ungodly amount of money today too - good thing pay day happened this week). And just in time too. When I picked up the phone to make my wake-up call at the ungodly hour of 6, there was no dial tone. PacBell is much more efficient than I gave them credit for. I wish I could say the same for the post office, who I believe started forwarding my mail earlier this week, despite my expressly indicating that I didn't want it to start till today. I guess I'll find out if PG&E has done it's job when I go over there and turn on the light switch.

And I get to spend the first 4 hours of tomorrow waiting for the cable guy. Yippee!

Thursday, January 17

Phenomenal Women (by Maya Angelou)

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

From Cerebral Muse

We just went through a harrowing 40 minutes without internet access. Whew! I never want to experience that again!

Dictionary of One Letter Words

Via Pardue Duran

Feeling a little lost today. I think I've been on autopilot for too long, in my job, with my family and friends, as concerns my health and personal goals. I've lost my focus ... I can't even focus on a list long enough to make it so that I know what I have to do next.

Despite knowing that it should be a priority to, um, sort out my priorities, I can't help but think "After I move, I'll settle in and think about it then." So unsettled. I no longer "live" in my apartment. I haven't for over a month. And it'll be a while before I "live" in my new apartment. I don't think I could ever handle being truly homeless, I wouldn't deal with it well.

So yeah. That might be why updates here have been either sparse, either in quantity or content. I don't know what to say. I think it's an improvement that I came up with this.

I hope your new year is moving along a little more determinedly than mine :)

Go Kevin!!

Remember the dilemma between chocolate vs. cheese?

Rhymes with Orange has a cute take on the necessity of chocolate: The Sacrifice.

I finally got to leave last night, shortly after 8. Went home, made dinner, watched West Wing, and went to bed.

My life is so exciting!

Wednesday, January 16

Were you wondering if I'm still here?? Well, I am.

I thought I'd mention this while I'm thinking about it - it seems as though concert season has started again. Last year was definitely the Year of the Concerts, and this year could be too, if I can rationalize the cost of the tickets for a second year in a row.

Anyway, I am signed up to receive notification when artists modify their tour schedules, and it seems as though the following artists are comin' to town soon:

2/15 Indigo Girls at Slims

3/1-3/2 Ozomatli at the Warfield

5/18-5/19 Dave Matthews Band at Shoreline

Yup, still here. And eating my way through the office.

Hey, still here. And with the prospect of going home any time soon looking pretty thin, I'm actually going to eat at least one of my oranges.

And for my heavy metal friends: Heavy Metal Parking Lot

Via Dean

I brought two, count 'em two! oranges into work today, with every intention of being good and eating them rather than the chocolate in my desk.

But the test that was supposed to take 10 minutes - 15 tops - has turned into an hour and a half and counting (notice the time, please, it's almost time for me to go home). So while the engineers reboot the system, trying to reset everything and find out what the problem is, I'm going to eat the chocolate and leave the oranges in the bag until tomorrow.

Nope, I don't eat out of boredom or sadness or unhappiness. Oh no. I eat out of frustration.


Could I have been anyone other than me?

You might think I haven't posted all day because I was working on a big post that said a lot of socially relevant things. But you'd be wrong. All I have to say, really, is that my birthday is in 28 days. Yup, 4 weeks exactly.

A tip: don't take a soda in to a 3 hour movie, especially when you've sworn off popcorn, which might have helped to retain the liquid at least till the end.

Tuesday, January 15

Ah, the magic of makeup.

Me, I generally only wear powder and lipstick, both of which tend to come off by the end of the day. I'm glad that people are used to how I look most of the time - the one time someone asked me out from a club, he was very disappointed that I didn't always wear contacts, a full face of makeup and tight clothes. A good lesson for both of us, I think.

Via Jish's comments!

The Too Much Information Blog:

I just read the story of someone going bald voluntarily, and his reflections on wishing it would wax and wane with the moon come close to how I feel about the existence of leg hair.

Shaving is a lesson in futility.

Have I mentioned yet that there are 29 days till my birthday? Didn't think so.

A rant:

Has anyone heard about this yet?? Ground Zero statue criticized for 'political correctness'
A statue based on the famous photograph of the flag-raising at the World Trade Center site is being criticised because three white firefighters have been transformed into one white, one black and one Hispanic.
I was listening to the radio this morning and they were taking calls from listeners who had an opinion on this travesty and a lot of them had very good points, such as:

- There are a lot more races in New York City to be represented than the three that they've lined up for this project

- Why is race such an issue? One man mentioned that if race wasn't such an issue in the world today, maybe we wouldn't have the situation that we have. And if they're trying to represent everyone, where is the representation of the muslims (the victims, not the terrorists) who died that day in the towers?

- A lot of women died too. Where are they represented?

The bottom line is that they are changing history with this US$180,000 statue, and all people can see is what they're leaving out. They should find a different way to honor all those who lost and gave their lives on September 11 - one that will truly achieve its purpose, instead of leaving out more than it is capable of encompassing.

If they really want to make a point with this statue, perhaps making them racially non-specific would have been a better choice than changing them to only three of the many races that were effected by this tragedy.

Monday, January 14

I've been invited to go see The Asshole Monologues, a strange take-off of The Vagina Monologues.

I think I'm going to go.

Found this through a banner ad on SiteMeter:

Alien Adoption Agency. Silly.

I'm certain I've blogged this before, but it's worth watching again and again and again: Tourette Syndrome Barbie.

Reminded by Charis.

I come up second on a search for Princess Kristin.

Where the hell is my tiara?!?

The nicest compliment I've heard in a long time:

Jish: "Everybody likes Maggie. Anyone who doesn't has a problem with nice people."

All weekend, every place we went to was too hot, overcompensating for the "cold" weather we have now that it's winter. Now I'm in the office and it's too friggin' cold. I'm wearing a sweater, and it's not enough. I've got my jacket on and I have to blow on my fingers to warm them up since they've been sacrificed in order to type.

I feel like I'm menopausal. Poor me.

Poor me indeed. I can be such a whiney bitch sometimes.

My friend Robert has a new site, and he's added pics of the dolls he sews in his spare time. It's worth it to click through and read up on each doll, as they all have their own histories and personalities.

Weekend in review:

Friday night, I went with JessaJune and Jish to that bookstore deal in San Francisco. Seems like it was a huge success, since there was hardly any room to move around there were so many people in the store. While there, we ran into Kevin and Suzan, and we all went out for chips and margaritas after (except for yours truly, the designated driver) which made for a nice ending to a nice evening.

Saturday night, I went to a cool party over at Laura's place. You can read a bit more about it from Kevin and Philo. The music was right up my alley, and I got the opportunity to watch a bit of Purple Rain, that '80's relic that I missed the first time around. There were a bunch of bloggers there, but I still managed to meet some people who don't have blogs, which was new nice.

In other news, I'm organizing a moving party to help me get from one place to another and I'm actually getting a favorable response! I feel like Tom Sawyer, except that I intend to feed all these people at the restaurant of their choosing after they've helped me out with all the work to be done.

On that note, in an effort to spread the word about this moving party I'm hosting, I reconnected with a few friends this weekend, one of whom asked me to be in her wedding. *sigh* You know what they say, Three times a bridesmaid, never a bride. Good thing I have no plans for marriage, or I'd have to turn her down. I'm a little concerned about the dress though. Her colors are lavender and silver. She's chosen the silver as the color of the dresses we'll be wearing, which sounds real pretty, but isn't particularly kind to those of us with less-than- ... oh shit, I guess I'm just worried about how I'll look in the dress. I'll (try to) get over it by April.

Did you know? I still haven't seen Lord of the Rings. One of these days.

Oh! And my birthday is in one month, exactly. Yay me!

Way cool: No More Popup Ads

Sunday, January 13

Speaking of countdowns: Industorious Clock.

Via Dave.

Guess what! My birthday is in one month and one day.

Yes, the countdown has started.

Saturday, January 12

After a day of shopping, Jish tried to demonstrate to me the definition of "bling bling". Here are some of the sites he pointed out:

The Bling King

Icy Hot Stuntaz

I'd like you to know that the jewelry I bought comes nowhere close to that shown here. However, bling bling has become the term to describe just about everything. We're like that.

Friday, January 11

Lacking permalinks, Nubbin offers a point of view similar to my own when it comes to decorating. I love Ikea, but I don't want to live in a place so clean looking as only Ikea and people with no sentimentality can accomplish.
I think I have a Foofy gene that, until recently, has been latent. Case in point: a 9 1/2 foot couch at our neighborhood thrift store that resembles a giant, rectangular, lemon cupcake. For some bizarre reason I don't understand, I wanted it. We need to counterbalance the Ikea-zation of our living room, I said. We don't have enough furniture that resembles pastry, I said. Our foofy factor is lagging, emaciated, needing nourishment, I said. ...We didn't get the couch. (I like used, foofy furniture, but not when it's over $50.) However, I found a nice little foofy tablecloth with little French roosters on it that caught my eye. (Never mind me turning into my mother...I think I'm turning into my grandmother.)

Oh my. Matt Howie Dance.

I'm sorry, but the music, combined with the rabbit with a pancake on its head and Matt dancing around with a pizza has me giggling.

But then, it's 3 p.m. on Friday. I bet a lot of things would have me giggling at this point.

Via Elaine.

In a week of relative unproductivity, today is proving worse than the rest. I will try to remedy this in the last 3.5 hours of the day.

Oh, and I found out that my new apartment is all of .7 miles from my current apartment, 1.5 miles from my last apartment, and 1.1 miles from the first apartment I moved into here in Mountain View.

Yes, by the end of this month, I will be in my 4th apartment in Mountain View in 5.5 years, all within .5 miles of Castro St. and 1.5 miles of each other.

Sounds like a complicated math problem (based on this information, where does Kristin live in MV?), but all it really shows is my nomadic nature combined with my need for security.

Can you believe that I haven't seen Lord of the Rings yet?

Neither can I.

A message from the Korean Butchers Association

My site is the only result for a search on liversnap. Somehow I thought that might be a more common word.

Ten-Minute Man Hug Dispatch Hotline.

It's kinda sad that I saw this and thought, "That's a great idea." Funny comic though.

Teehee. EZ az pigh

B6 d t k s u f i o x e l c--

Lemminghood, here I come.

You can always count on me for quality material first thing in the morning: The Mystery of Brittney Spears' Breasts. "For pubescent boys and men alike, it was an evening that won't soon be forgotten... Behold! Be Amazed! Be Confused!"

Via Adam.

Thursday, January 10

It's that time again: Second Annual Weblog Awards

Go vote and give your favorite blogs the recognition they deserve.

Thank God. NSync scene dropped from Star Wars film

Also via CyborGirl.

Too frickin' funny. I'm sure anyone who has worked in the service sector can relate to these.

Via CyborGirl

Holy cow!! When did it get to be 4 p.m.?!?!?! Yeah, I know, about 2m19s ago. Smartass.

Interesting discussion of fruit over yonder at Jisheroo's place.

It has me grinning from ear to ear.

Silly book. "Excerpts From Plastic and Zen: A Self-Help Book for Action Figures" by Matt Getty
Section 1.3-5 — Advice for the Lonely Action Figure
You of the chiseled features, the rugged physique, the clothes that fit you better than skin, the face that looks almost like some famous actor’s—how could you ever be lonely? True, you base your life on the heroes of action movies. The saccharine machismo, the kung fu grip, the painted over mouth that doesn’t ever open . . . Makes it rather difficult to meet that special lady someone.
Via RileyDog.

Nice art over there at New York MoMA. The one that caught my eye today was The Kiss.

Very nice.

I just got a search request for catholic nuns naked pic. Man, if this person had seen the sort of nuns I grew up with, they wouldn't want to see this. Along those lines, I found this site the other day, don't ask me how: Betty Bowers is a Better Christian Than You.

Teehee. Hope everyone is having a wonderful Thursday!

Guess who else is back!! Diary of a Mad Monk!!!

Life is good.

Hey folks, do you live in the San Francisco Bay area? Got some time to come into the City tomorrow night?? Support a good cause!

Be Seen Buying Books: Authors Support Independent Bookstore in Government Lawsuit
Join Daniel Handler, Michael Chabon, Dave Eggers, Dorothy Allison, and other special guests for a benefit to support the Tattered Cover, an independent bookstore in Denver that is suing Colorado law enforcement officials to keep customer sales records private.
Lemony Snicket says, “Support shameless purchasing of questionable books.” Have your photograph taken with the authors. Proceeds from the event will go to the Tattered Cover Legal Defense Fund.
When: Friday, January 11 at 7:30 pm
Location: 601 Van Ness Ave, San Francisco, CA 94102
(415) 441-6670

Wednesday, January 9

I told you it was going to be a lot of stuff.

An interesting experiment:

How Much is Inside a Print Cartridge?

Via Morbus.

Sometimes I hear this song and it sums up my love life perfectly.

(Jann Arden)

How do you cool your lips after a summer's kiss?
How do you rid the sweat after the body bliss?
How do you turn your eyes from the romantic glare?
How do you block the sound of a voice you'd know anywhere?

[chorus deleted because the person in question is anything but insensitive]

How do you numb your skin after the warmest touch?
How do you slow your blood after the body rush?
How do you free your soul after you've found a friend?
How do you teach your heart it's a crime to fall in love again?

Oh you probably won't remember me, it's probably ancient history,
I'm one of the chosen few who went ahead and fell for you.
I'm out of vogue, I'm out of touch, I fell too fast, I feel too much.
[last three lines deleted for the same reason the chorus was]

It keeps hitting me over the head that today's Wednesday. I can't get over the fact that it's not Monday or Tuesday at the latest. As slow as it's been, the week is getting away from me.

Maybe if my evenings consisted of more than working till 7 or 8 p.m., going home to watch some tv, eating a bit of dinner, and then going to bed, it might seem a little more memorable. Gotta work on that.

Edmond's going to audition for the Blue Man Group, which I think is cool.

Best of luck, Edmond!

Yup, libraries are very special places. But then, I'm the kind of person who likes to read the dictionary. Whatcha gonna do?
True, the library isn't sexy or fashionable. It isn't a place to see or be seen. But in times when nothing is certain, it gives me endless comfort and pleasure.
Via Kevin.

Bush Administration to eliminate DOL Women's Bureau
The mission of the Women's Bureau remains - as it has through all Republican and Democratic administrations since 1920 - to promote the welfare of wage-earning women, improve their working conditions, increase their efficiency and advance their opportunities for profitable employment. The ten Regional Offices play an invaluable role in ensuring that this mission is carried out effectively at the local level. These offices provide critical services, including educating women about their legal protections against workplace abuse, providing specialized information about training programs and workplace supports to help low-income and low-skilled women, and assisting women who need language or computer assistance. These offices also play a central role in meeting the Department's own goal of helping women become self-sufficient through increasing access to non-traditional occupations.

These offices give the department important information about the policies and issues that should be addressed locally to increase women's full participation in the workforce. It is clear that the elimination of these offices would end programs that are vital and necessary.

In opposing the elimination of the offices, AFL-CIO President John Sweeney said: ".... President Bush has shut down the Women's Bureau Equal Pay Program and the White House Women's Initiatives Office earlier this year. He reversed the ergonomics standard, which would have particularly helped women workers. If the Bush Administration believes that the federal government no longer needs to play a role in improving the lives of working women and their families, the President truly does not understand the exhausting challenges so many women face"
Via Breaching the Web.

The real difference between dog and cat owners: "Get that dog a latté".

For someone who grew up pretty sheltered and didn't start swearing till she was almost out of high school, I have certainly caught up. I had a boyfriend once who liked to call me his girlfriend with the mouth of a truck driver. Wouldn't know it to look at me, but there you are. Anyway, here's a great resource for those times when it's not a good idea to swear in your own language (you know, when you're around Grandma, or the kids): How to swear in foreign languages.

Via RedDwarf

Tuesday, January 8

A couple of tidbits, as long as I'm still here:

Cool site: Yrth Mirror.

Design Your Own O'Reilly Book Cover!, via Unxmaal.

And I just don't get this: BodyPerks. Link via Oh, Bloody Hell.

Can you believe I'm still at work?!?!

Ok, everyone else has blogged it, so I will too. Wendy’s founder Dave Thomas has died.

I know why I'm sad he's gone and it's not the food. I stopped eating Wendy's hamburgers the first time I tried one, when I found out they were made in the shapes of squares. That's just wrong. And the sauce they put on there made me sick to my stomach, even before I ate it.

No, I'll miss him because of his commercials, and I think he's the only person I can say that about. It's entirely possible that the man was a jerk, and had a huge ego and stepped on people like the ants they were to him*, but you'd never know it from his commecials. He seemed like a nice guy who just wanted you to enjoy your food, even better if it was the food he sold you. You never felt fooled by him or taken advantage of. And this is a precious rare feeling that we can take away from those we see on the television these days.

And that is why I'll miss Dave.

*I have never heard any mention of these traits, I say them only to prove a point.

Porn Captioning. Too frickin' funny.

Via Matt.

Guess what!!!! An Entirely Other Day is back!!!

Brad shares soda-spitting humor. Teehee.

As Dinah says, the caption's wrong (or at least, that's what she says), but the picture is right on target.

I am never going to work again

Dinah has finally put the dead poinsettia out of it's misery. Or put it out of my misery. Anyway, it's gone now.

And I watered my own plants, greatly augmented by those left behind by Roommie, this morning. Life goes on.

It's never more apparent to me just how international our office is than on days like this one, where everyone is muttering to themselves (rather audibly) in their native tongues and you can hear at least three languages.

Mutter, mutter, mutter.

Ha! The Geek Hierarchy. What can I say? I'm a Trekkie, but I don't like anime or Heinlein or Piers Anthony. And no, I never gamed. Not that there's anything wrong with that ::snicker::

Via Angry White Girl.

Monday, January 7

Jish, Internet matchmaker. Reminds me of Dolly Levi. Sorta.

I suspect that in other companies, when a product is handed off to the QA folks to test and verify functionality, the engineers are not still fucking with the code. I mean, if they were, then that would mean it wasn't ready for testing, right? RIGHT?!?!

It's rather difficult to keep track of results and progress flows when the database keeps changing and all the settings get re-set while you're in the middle of testing.


It sucks when you go on a rant, then realize that what happened was no one's fault at all. No, not even the engineer's. On the other hand, my job is a whole lot easier now.

Google's Zeitgeist 2001, a neat rendering of what people were interested in this last year.

Via Jisheroo.

The Semiotics of Smoking.

Via Open Brackets.

You know, despite the past two posts, I'm in a good mood today. No, really. Things are going well. I'm just tired, that's all.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that I am suffering from an allergy attack. Yeah, I go away for two weeks and my first day back at work I'm dragging like a(n) [insert appropriate simile here]. I want to go back home and sleep ... at least then I won't be aware of the congestion that is making clear thought nearly impossible.


Back in the office today, staring at a completely dead poinsettia and realizing that despite my resolution to save money, I forgot to pack a lunch. Darn. I guess I'll go out.

Sunday, January 6

I think the Reiny Day Idea Box is a wonderful idea.

Once, when a few friends and I were at loose ends for an activity for a slow Saturday, we decided to go through the Yellow Pages till we came across something that sounded like fun. We ended up ice skating in Berkeley. Much fun was had ... and I think that was the first time I'd been across the Bay Bridge ... since the earthquake. I remember the drive more than I remember the ice skating. Still, it was fun and now I there's a resource out there that's a little more to the point than going randomly through the phone book.

Via Jisheroo.

I just discovered what a cowcatcher is. If you don't want to follow the link (and I wouldn't blame you if you didn't), it's:
(1838) An inclined frame on the front of a railroad locomotive for throwing obstacles off the track.
And here I thought that thing was for moving snow off the tracks, not cows.

I'm back.

I signed on a new apartment yesterday, about half an hour after I landed. Things move fast around here. It's big and I'm happy that I got it. Unfortunately, my disinclination for a roommate has led to the need for a very strict budget. Witness a relatively poor me. Well, poor in the sense that I won't be able to do all the stuff that I've been doing for the past two years. I'm not giving up my gym membership or my cable television, which together would add about $100 to what I can spend on myself each month. Oh well, I've been saying for a long time that I have to find cheaper ways to amuse myself, and now's the time to make that all happen.

In other news, I'm discovering what it is to want something that I just can't have. I mean, there are lots of things that I want and can't afford, but I know that if I asked the right person, I could have it. I hold off on abusing my family's generosity in that manner though, and life goes on without those things. And I'm ok with that. Maybe it's the knowing that I could have it, but I won't do what's necessary to get it, that makes it ok not to have it.

But then there's wanting something, and knowing that no matter what you do or who you ask, it will never be yours. That's a horse of an entirely different color. They say if you love something, set it free. If it doesn't come back to you, then it was never yours to begin with. Easy to say. And, I think, although you can set something free in your heart and location shouldn't matter, it does. When you have other ties to that thing, and you have to spend time with it, you can't go with the "out of sight, out of mind" mentality that I think helps a lot of other people get over their sense of loss when the thing they love decides not to come back. But no matter how much I can set him free in my heart, I can't seem to stay away. Maybe I have to find a way to set myself free.

A dilemma for the new year.

On another note (this is the last one, I swear), with so much changing in my life here at the end of the year, I've actually broken down and made some resolutions. Usually I don't go along with this trend, as I am rather ambivalent about the whole concept of tying the improvement of one's life to an arbitrary date on a calendar ... and besides, I suffer from the same inability that so many other people experience of not being able to carry their 'resolutions' past the first month or two of the new year, and I just don't need the added sense of failure that brings with it. Generally, I find that my life is fine around the holidays, and my need to change my habits and such comes around March and October/November. That's when I resolve anew to floss every day, to keep my filing up-to-date, cook at home more often, spend less money, etc, etc. This year, though, with the massive amount of food I ate last month, the need to keep to a budget, and the effect that a certain museum exhibition had on me, I find that the new year is exactly the right time to change some things in my life.

So this year, I resolve to eat less - greed is an unattractive personality trait -, work out more, spend less money, eat at home more, make my friends a more significant part of my life, and find a way to discover who I am and, as my teachers used to lament that I didn't do, make some progress towards fulfilling my potential (whatever that is).

2001 was not a particularly bad year for me, but there were some areas that could definitely stand some improvement in 2002. I think with a stronger sense of who I am and what I'm doing here, as well as better health and a more stable home, I will be a little more confident and have a better self-esteem. Two traits that, even if everything else in my life went into the dumpster, would make it easier and more satisfying to get where I want to be.

So yeah. That's what's been on my mind lately. Now I'm going to go find something cheap and entertaining to do. Best of luck to y'all with your resolutions for a better year.

Thursday, January 3


Here I sit, in Roommie's new apartment in a one of the cuter areas in lovely Seattle. The drive up was very easy ... I'm sure Eugene would have been a lot of fun, if we hadn't spent the night there on New Year's Day, when everything was closed. And we're still talking to one another, so you know it wasn't that bad. And, as everyone knows, it rains here all the time. Except when she's here. Really. Every time she's come here, to interview for her job, to look for her apartment, and again for her company's Christmas party, it's been sunny. Even now, I'm looking out her window at blue sky and a few sun-gilded clouds. Yup. In the middle of winter.

One thing about the road trip (as we wait for the movers to show up, again): We felt very conspicuous as Californians driving through Oregon and Washington (do they really dislike us as much as everyone says they do?): we went to a very nice restaurant the other night in Eugene and felt like everyone had seen our license plates as we drove up and knew where we came from. We talked and laughed and got some very strange looks from the other diners in return. Same deal at every place we stopped along the way. At least we were having a good time.

Her house has more "character" than any I've been in in a long time. There are little windows set randomly in various rooms - even the pantry. From the inside, it seems the house slopes away from the middle running down the length of the apartment. When you look at it from the outside, it looks as though it slopes from the middle of the house widthwise. Most of the windows are double-paned, some are not. It's yellow ... and we've just found that they have started tearing up the street out front ... and we're waiting for the moving truck to show up. Argh. The longer it takes them to show up, the longer we have to wait till we can run away and start exploring this great town.

So on that note, I probably won't be blogging till I get back. I feel guilty about taking up her dialup as it is.

I hope everyone had a wonderful New Year's celebration!