Be your own Disneyland.

Thursday, February 28

Vacation Deficit Disorder
U.S. workers average two weeks longer on the job than the second most overworked group in the world, the Japanese. An estimated half of all U.S. workers are suffering symptoms of burnout. According to a survey by the Families and Work Institute, 63 percent of Americans want to work less, up from 46 percent in 1992.
I definitely suffer from this.

hummanah? huh-mah-nah? hum-a-nah?

I spent the evening last night packing up all my food and plants and medicines and anything else I thought might be negatively affected by the poison gas that is probably being pumped into my apartment right now, and imposing myself on my friends. Fun, fun, fun.

But it doesn't stop there. Tonight and tomorrow night, I get to sleep in someone else's house and eat their food (it's a different place than where my food went) and mess up their morning routine.

And then on Saturday, I get to pick up all my stuff again and move it back into my apartment. Again. For the second time in a month.

Oh, and the place currently looks ransacked, since I had to open every cabinet, closet, and drawer, as well as take the lids off of or open every box in my apartment this morning. All that's missing is clothes and papers all over the floor. Ooh, wait, those are always all over the floor.

This has stressed me out much more than I would have expected it to and I want to be angry at someone, but there's no one to be angry at except the termites, and they're suffering enough for what they've done.

I'm lucky to have the friends I do, though, who will be much less bothered by my impositions than I will be by imposing.

Wednesday, February 27

Six Degrees of Blogeration [via Pardue]

I am ashamed at how long I watched this before realizing it was a loop. I kept waiting for them to get somewhere.

What's happened to Elise?!?!? And In Passing?!!?

Speaking of talking about work and co-workers:

The president of my company just bought a red flashing light, like the kind you might find atop a cop car, for one of our products that can turn stuff on and off. They plugged it in to make sure it works, and now they're acting like kids with a new toy, thinking up ways to annoy me with it.

Ha! Epitaph.

[via Tara]

puddle jumping
I left looking for simplicity, and I found it in a puddle of rainwater.

Reflections of San Francisco, the latest Gallery Project, by Derek.

(Oops, I missed Judith's gallery. Enjoy!)

Oh, and I heard on the radio this morning that Musee Mecanique might be closing for the last time in September when they have to shut down for a facelift of the park around and including the Cliff House. That was one of the first attractions I saw when I moved to the City, and the one that brings the most joy when I take visitor friends there. So sad.

Eau d'esparation

Heather lost her job because of her website
At what point does my personal website, regardless of what I've published on the site, affect my professional life? If I am not responsible for the two colliding (meaning, an anonymous person tips off my employer that I run a personal weblog), is it right that my employer should condemn me for expressing personal dissatisfaction? Would it be any different if someone found a notepad on which I had scribbled things about my job and turned it in to my boss?
I guess I'm lucky in this regard. My boss is the one responsible for getting me into blogging in the first place. Although, while I do blog at work, I don't generally blog about work or my co-workers except in the most general terms possible. But that's as much a friend issue as a politics issue. There are lots of things I don't talk about here because my family and friends read this site and it's not good friend politics to say everything that's going on in my mind all the time.

But If I ever moved on into another job, I would expect to be allowed to say what I like about that job on my site, as long as I followed the unwritten rule to never refer to anyone by name, which is exactly what Heather did. Her employers crossed a line and personally, I think she'd have a case if she wanted to sue for wrongful termination.

What's real? Jish wants to know. Play the Monomatch Game (I finished it in 2.38!) [via Mike]

How do you become the Top Scientist?

Tuesday, February 26

I was going to complain (again) about how boring I am and how boring this site is by extension. Then I found and took the What Sex Toy Are You? test [via Blogdex] and decided I wasn't that boring after all. And then I found the Post-It Theater, [via Brian] which is pretty cute, and thought maybe it would make my site look not that boring.

So I might still be boring, and this site certainly is for the most part, but at least I read interesting stuff.

Everyday means something. Go check it out.

Great morning today:
- I overslept.
- Breakfast of Champions consisted of cookies and milk.
- My power went out just as I was finishing said breakfast. I don't know when it'll be back on.
- I drove through an intersection with no lights, not realizing there were no lights. I'm lucky to be alive right now.
- I'm having a Bad Hair Day, so the mop is in pigtails, which you'd think would look cute, but it doesn't. Not today.

I'm not sure why I overslept. I got to bed early enough. I think I'm entering my narcoleptic phase, where I pounce on every opportunity to close my eyes, regardless of how much other stuff I have to do.

As for breakfast, well, 1) my building is being tented on Thursday and 2) I have to pack up all my food by tomorrow night, and 3) I ate the last of my oatmeal yesterday after discovering a mysterious white substance on my bagels, hence no real breakfast food.

So, in an effort to not have to pack up so much food, I have not gone shopping for the past several days, and I am trying to eat as much of the leftover random food I have laying around the house, e.g. cookies. I think dinner is going to be toast and macaroni tonight. Although if the power doesn't come back on soon, I may not have to worry about packing up the fridge. I can just throw it all out.

Responding to that letter I posted last week: John has an answer for every question. Wow.

Remember that party I went to? Eric has made an audioblog entry for it! Partyblog. I think he pretty well summed up the spirit of the party here.

Swabbers is now at 80 members!!! Woohoo! In a world where one's status? popularity? good idea? is measured by the size of their Yahoo group, I think this is pretty good for a humble little social thing made up of people who have little more in common than that most of them operate web sites.

I just got a hit from The Mirror Project - I had forgotten about that picture from the night of Denise's and Charles' visit to SF. What a great picture!

Monday, February 25

The Bleat on why a deal with the devil is a dumb idea:
Why? For earthly advancement? Wouldn’t college be easier? You can default on your loans, after all, without being clawed apart by the Six-Winged Bloodfeasters of Aabolath. And even if you did have power, you’d have to hide it. You couldn’t fly, or kill people by snapping your fingers, or make worms flow from the ground and smother your foe. You’d have to sit there smiling like any normal person, thinking: if only you knew I had talons on loan from Satan, my friend. It’s the spiritual equivalent of wearing women’s underwear, I guess. If only they knew! And it makes me feel so naughty.

I’ve never understood making a deal with the devil. He’s not known for his trustworthiness. And even if he keeps his word, you get 60 years of fun here and then an eternity bobbing in a pit of boiling urine. And what did these mortal minions actually get for their bargain? Power! They got to be - doctors! Lawyers! It must have been a hard time during the office Christmas party, looking around at all the people who hadn’t sold their soul for a partnership in the zoning law division. They didn’t have to go to hell. They didn’t have to worry about finding a fresh baby every fourth Friday night. Lucky bastards.
Also covered: the other aspects of bad horror flicks, such as the effect of good vs. bad cool, bogus child-abuse charges, and other intersting stuff. Really. Check it out.

why didn't wil take eretria with him

I don't know. Does anyone else?

I just received Life is Beautiful and Images of Sound from Mark, what wonderful gifts!

Looking through the book, I came across a soft-focus photo of a couple dancing, she in a white gauzy sleeveless dress, and he in a black tux ... both swirling through the steps of their dance. Next to it is a little poem on the nature of dance and sin:
All who take part in a waltz or cotillion
Are mounted for hell on the devil's own pavilion,
Who, as every true orthodox Christian well knows,
Approaches the heart through the door of the toes.
James Russel Lowell (1819-1891)
If that's the case, then I'm not just on the pavilion, I'm somewhere up near the prow. Speaking of which, I need to dust off my dancin' shoes and get moving. I've been out of the swing of things too long.

Get it? Swing! I crack myself up.

Speaking of which, does anyone in the South San Francisco Bay like to go country dancing? Or go to places where people dance to country music? Or just like country music and can be persuaded to go to a country bar? Anyone? Hello?

Remember that night I stood for 5 hours? My feet still hurt. Poor me. *cue violin music*

How To Get Over A Break-Up
To get through a break up you just have to realize that even though you're abandoned now, you won't be abandoned forever. Abandonment is really more of a discrete event, occurring at a single moment. You will be lonely forever.
[Via Evhead]

I met Eric Rice this weekend, which was fun.

From Philip Marchand’s Ripostes:
It is unlikely that our schools will ever have much luck in directly stimulating an appetite for literature among our young, but they can do a great deal by focusing their attention on rival media. As Marshall McLuhan once observed, if schools can ruin Shakespeare and Dickens for students, they can surely do the same for television shows. […]

Students should not be encouraged to simply air their opinions about television shows, but should be made to write analytically about the stylistic and formal properties of these shows – with marks off for spelling and grammar mistakes.
[via Open Brackets]

Catching up from the Lost Weekend:

When blogs collide, Bill's fantasies of what happens when certain blog personalities come together. (Yes, I'm citing this because I'm mentioned).

Control Freaks [And how to fuck with them], from one control freak to those who like to mess with them.

And my weekend? The notable part was a party on Saturday night. Too many bloggers there to link, but Min Jung and Philo were there, among many other friends who I won't name, for fear of missing someone and offending them. Suffice to say it was a lot of fun, and I managed to spill my root beer all over myself despite being completely sober. I got quite a few good pics also from it, but those will have to wait till I can justify the time spent on posting them to the site.

Yesterday I took a loooooonnnnnggg walk around Shoreline Park and took many more pics, but I'll tell ya about that later too.

Back at work again today. Turns out it really was just allergies. Yay, adult-onset allergies! Loving those decongestants and the accompanying dehydration!!

Friday, February 22

Naturally, the day I decide to stay home sick is the same day the leaf-blowers need to do their job right next to my window. Never mind the hammering.

I am suffering from online withdrawls. I'm used to getting 5 days on then two off. However, I'm getting offline soon. Sleep is paramount at the moment.

Thursday, February 21

Random Links:

Exceptions to the Laws of Physics. Well worth the time to read.

Burrito Blues

Ok, off to bed now. Later alligators.

Guess what!! I'm sick.

It started yesterday with more-than-usual sneezing, and progressed to full-on stuffiness last night. By the time I went to bed, my chest felt heavy and I was starting to cough.

This morning, it's post-nasal drip from hell, swollen glands (the ones in my neck), and the beginning of that brain-sqeezing pressure we like to call a sinus headache.

I hope it's allergies.

However, given the experience of Kevin, Dinah, and JessaJune, I am well-prepared to spend several days in bed.

I hope I'm over this by SXSW. Can't play kickball or go nighttime geocaching with this killer cold.

Wednesday, February 20

...he'd take a warehouse full of purple hippos for a year under an honest sky.

To combat those who criticise Harry Potter as a satanic text, we find that Harry Potter fans warn against dangerous effects of Bible.

Makes you think. Sort of.

Via Sanity Check

Behold! The first picture I took with my new camera.

As soon as I get that whole gallery thing worked out, I'll post the rest of them. I've put the rest in a directory you can see. Most are flowers, two are from my endtable, and a few are from my desk here at work.

It's amazing - this camera takes good pictures in spite of me. I love it!

Pentagon 'ready to lie' to win War on Terror
The Pentagon has set up a covert unit to wage an information war that could include feeding false stories to foreign media, according to a report yesterday.

A senior Pentagon official was quoted as saying that the information battle “goes from the blackest of black programmes to the whitest of white”.
Via Laura.

Random song line of the Day:

Baby, you're my Cadillac in the auto show of Love.

- Deke Dickerson, You're My Cadillac

Sophisticated linkslutting. I like it.

Remember the night of the Galaxy Girl show? Here's a picture of the whole gang.

Tuesday, February 19

From my co-worker, An open letter to Dr. Laura, or "Why can't I own Canadians?".

We laughed out loud while reading this. I'd point out some of my favorite lines, but really, they're all my favorite lines. Oh hell heck, here's the letter:
Dear Dr. Laura,

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and I try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind him that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate.

I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the specific laws and how to best follow them.

a) When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord (Lev 1:9). The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

b) I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

c) I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness (Lev 15:19-24). The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

d) Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?

e) I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

f) A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an Abomination (Lev 11:10), it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?

g) Lev 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

h) Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev 19:27. How should they die?

i) I know from Lev 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

j) My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? (Lev 24:10-16) Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help.

Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.

Your devoted disciple and adoring fan.

Geno's my link hookup today with two offerings:

The 100 Worst Films of the 20th Century - I've seen so many of these!!!


Which Sesame Street Character Are You?

I am ZOE and I'm in love with love.
"You are ZOE. You are a lover. Romance, flowers, and wine are all you need to enjoy yourself. You are serious about all commitments. A family person. You call your Mom every Sunday, and never forget a Birthday. Don't let your passion for romance get confused with the real thing."

Time and again, it is always the same. I am wrong and someone else is right, and that someone is usually a woman. No wonder the Roman Catholic church developed into a patriarchy. Exclude the women and the men will never know how foolish their own thinking has been.

I had not thought much about Lent this year, but after reading Tim's thoughts on the matter of giving something up for the season, I begin to think perhaps this is something I should consider. After all, I have to fit into that damned bridesmaid dress in April. And besides, it's good to go through a period of deprivation every once in a while. It makes you more aware of how good we have it here, and helps you appreciate what you already have.

Where did Jish go??

And after all that? When I got to my apartment last night, the first thing I did was check my mailbox.

Monday, February 18

I am such a dork. Ever since I got on the freeway this morning and encountered no traffic, I've been aware that it's a holiday today. When I went home for lunch in record time, I knew that it was a holiday. I've been surfing and surfing and everywhere it's pointed out to me that I'm one of the unlucky ones who have to work today.

Meanwhile, in another part of my brain, I'm still very aware that there are Amazon items out there, on their way to me. And all day I've been wondering where that darn UPS guy is with my loot.

Yeah, it just occurred to me that those two thoughts are very much related.

Central Heating
The woman and the cat have found their own solution: because I am the largest source of heat in the place and will lie still for ages if I have a book, I am quite in demand as a sort of hot water bottle that makes tea, keeps bowls full, and scratches backs. I cannot hold still for ten minutes without becoming someone's furniture. I am being slept upon.

I've known about this work of art since around the time I graduated from grad school, but it's still as good as new:

Why you should fall to your knees and worship a librarian

I used to have this printed out and posted on the wall of my cubicle. Without cubicles, though, there's not much opportunity to let my officemates know how they should feel about librarians. Maybe I could tape it to their monitors. Yeah. Just like that.

[via Bill]

I like this site's background. Simple and pretty. Like I'd like to be. *sigh*

A new take on people who want to believe those emails calling for help that everyone most of us know are hoaxes. I hadn't thought of it this way before, but that's perhaps because I have already been sucked in by the cynical side of the world we live in where "snide puerile pleasure [is] ... derived from making people victims of their own good will."

Pretty cool. I've got an icon over at Planet MR2. I'm not sure why it's a milk jug, but hey, milk does a body good, right? That's gotta be a good thing.

Strange job, strange questions. [via Matt]

Damn! Talk about getting bitten in the ass by some dumb idea. My ex, my first love, the man who taught me about respect and love and all that good stuff, just wrote back to me and let me know that he is engaged to be married. To the chick he went on a date with a week before he broke up with me.

Rather than get all upset about that, though, mostly I am just amused. I honestly didn't think he'd write back, and I certainly didn't think he'd write back to tell me that.

However, I am heartened by my reaction, as a year ago I would have been all broken up with this news (after all, she was supposed to be a symptom of our problems, not the answer to his dreams). In fact, when I found out a year ago that they were living together, I did get all broken up about it. Now I'm just happy that he's found someone who is everything he was looking for all those years. My turn will come one of these days.

So yeah, in other news:

This was the weekend I celebrated my birthday. Friday night, Jish and Amit and I went to see the Indigo Girls at Slim's. I got my tickets from the venue when I was notified by Pollstar that they were appearing there, and I had never been there before, and I didn't know that it was a KFOG private concert, and that it was a CD launch party, and we found out a week beforehand that there were fake tickets to the show floating around. What does this mean? It means that 1) we got there by 7 for a show that was supposed to start at 9, doors opening at 8, 2) as a CD launch party, at 9 they started playing the cd, 3) the Indigo Girls did not make an appearance till 10!!, 4) the show lasted almost until midnight, 5) we were on our feet the whole time.

My feet still hurt. It was (almost) worth it, though, to see them. They are a great pair of women, funny and talented and very entertaining. I'm gonna buy the upcoming cd when it's released March 12.

Saturday night was the night of my birthday celebration. I went out with a bunch of friends and my parents to a Chinese place in Mountain View, where much food was served and mostly eaten, and fun was had. Most of us then retired to a local pub, where SWABbers joined us and we watched the speed skating and drank a lot. Or at least I did. Thanks so much to Jish and Amit and Mark and Bill and Bill and Min Jung and Faisal for coming and celebrating with me.

And after all that, last night we went to see the Galaxy Girls in Larkspur. A great show and a wonderful time. I finally got to meet Dave, although all I could muster up in the way of conversation was "you live in the South Bay too, right? The drive up here sucks, doesn't it?" Inspired. I also got to meet Ariel and Cami. I'm glad I went, despite the lack of sleep and the need to spend more than an hour at a time in my still-new apartment.

Back to work now.

Friday, February 15


Want to get rid of the ads on your AIM client?? Try Aim Ad removal (if you don't feel comfortable downloading the files, they also give instructions on how to do it manually. It worked for me. [via Unxmaal]

Christine has a new design up, and I am so enamoured of it. I wish I could draw.

Ha! Ariel has created a fan club for one of my favorite reads, Dave. I've joined. Why don't you?

So cool. A very long article, made up entirely of one-syllable words: Game for Small Sounds, with a sound recording of the author reading the piece no less. [via Textism]

Happy birthday to James!! Send him a card. Better yet, buy him something!

Thanks to all my friends who wished me a happy birthday yesterday. I love you all.

I had a great birthday yesterday. Started off with a massage in the morning, went downhill with a dress fitting that made me realize I had better lose some weight by next month, came back uphill with a nice lunch, an afternoon spent watching the sun travel across my living room floor (this was the first afternoon I've had to just sit in my apartment. I have yet to spend a whole day there), followed by a wonderful dinner and A Fish Called Wanda. Tonight? I'm off to see the Indigo Girls.

Thursday, February 14

Happy Valentine's to y'all! And Happy Birthday to me!!

(and thanks to everyone who sent a nice wish - they are all muchly appreciated :))

Someone sent me a I don't know who it's from, but thanks!

Wednesday, February 13

6 hours, 20 minutes left!

Laurence Simon's File Thirteen Blog

Chewing Out the Food Industry
"There isn't a single food or nutrient that does not have its own lobbying group. These groups watch everything that the government does with intense scrutiny. Anything that indicates a government agency may say "eat less," they're right on top of it."
[via Evhead]

February 13 always seems to be a very exciting day for me:

3 years ago, my friend broke his wrist on this day. I took him to the hospital and spent over 4 hours waiting for them to re-set the bones and wrap it up in a cast.

2 years ago ... ok, maybe not every year.

Last year, I had to stay at work until 11 p.m. for a site launch.

This year, I've broken a printer (nearly) and a web app for a customer (I'm exaggerating here, but still, I almost had to stay late again at work).

At least only one of the many birthdays I've had so far has sucked.

A note, because this is significant, and this is the place to mention significant things: I just wrote to an ex of mine.

He was my first love (sigh), and I just counted back and realized that it was almost 2 years ago that broke up for the last time (in the note, I said it was 3 years ago, I'm sorta embarrassed, and yes, we had broken up a few times before this last time). I can remember it like it was yesterday (the breakup that is - I had bought extra kleenex in anticipation of getting my heart broken).

Anyway, I've thought about him a lot since then, but we've only traded a few emails, and that within the first year or so. So I thought I'd write to him and let him know that I think about him, and that I wish him the best. And to remind him of a book that he borrowed that he still hasn't returned to me.

So yeah. A few tears shed, and a strange lack of feeling now. It's good to know that the ball is in his court, and if we never speak again, I can say it's his fault. HaHA!

I know I'm sounding rather bipolar right now (happy! sad! mad! who knows what's next?!?!), but I just found out that a termite problem has been found in the building that my new apartment is a part of, and they are going to tent the whole building and fumigate next week.

What does this mean to me? Let me tell you:

I have to remove all items that are meant to be ingested by humans that are not in factory sealed tin cans or glass bottles. This will include um, everything (except canned goods).

All my plants need to find a (temporary) new home as well.

All my packed boxes need to be unsealed and unstacked. I just moved in. This is still an issue.

And the kicker? I have to find "other accomodations" for 2 nights.


I just found out that I've been an unwitting friend of telemarketers everywhere, since I'm what's known as a "quick click." From now on, it's all about three magic little words. [via Jisheroo]

As of this minute (or a minute near it), there are 14 hours, 32 minutes, and 20 seconds (19 ...18 ...17 ....) left until my birthday.

I know that many people my age start to dislike the prospect of their birthdays because it's a reminder to them that they're getting older, as if that's a bad thing. Me, I'm looking forward to my 30's. All the 30-somethings I know are cool people, comfortable with themselves and who they are, not too old to still have a good time, not too young to appreciate how special those good times are.

And having a day that's all about me, even if everyone I know is working and I have to spend it alone, is something I look forward to every single year. I've taken tomorrow off, and made an appointment at Watercourse Way, then many hours of whatever, followed by a special dinner, made just for me, by someone who normally doesn't cook even for himself. It's going to be a good day.

Tuesday, February 12

Google is funny. Most recent wacky search: my dog took my virginity, and somehow I came up. Um, yeah.

Because I know everyone wants to know this, I thought I'd give you a peek at the latest bit of stress that has been introduced into my life: I'm going to be a bridesmaid. This is the top and this is the skirt.

I have to be fitted by Friday ... attend one of two showers by the end of March ... have alterations done ... attend a wedding in April. I think I'm more stressed about this than the bride is. I need to relax.

Official MIT Winter Olympics Drinking Game [via Ultimate Insult]

Wow, one of my favorite couples, all written up.
This is Internet love at its best: Two people who probably wouldn't meet in a nightclub, or in a cafe in Paris, or Rollerblading on the seawall, are brought together -- in this case, two people who find a suitable adverb just as sexy as a well-defined forearm.
[alerted by Leuschke]

Teehee! Snowboarding or Figure Skating? [via Michael]

I made the mistake of taking a large gulp of water while reading this:
One time while fucked up on two whole successful inhalations, I decided to clean out my refrigerator so that the LAPD wouldn't bust me for storing perishables beyond their sell-by date. While rummaging through pickle jars, tupperware bowls, and lunch meats that had grown ears and small toes, I found a bottle of A1 Steak Sauce with a SKU that read "BC1422."

My immediate thought was, "Holy shit, this thing went bad fourteen hundred and twenty-two years before Christ! How did I end up with it?" I was sure that I had stolen it from the Museum of Natural History when I took a trip to Washington DC in eighth grade during those innocent, sober years.
My screen is still dry, but only because this has happened before I am well-versed in slapping my hand over my mouth and breathing through my nose until the giggles go away. It gets difficult when they last over 5 minutes though. And the shade of red that my face adopts is rather unsightly.

In honor of his site's 1-year birthday, the Bad Textism Contest is underway.
Over the next two weeks readers are invited to satirize, parody and riff on the style and tone of this site and its author. Ruthlessness is encouraged.

I need to check this out: Best of the Bay Area

The ranting part of my day:

The world of the laid-off techie
"My daughter came home yesterday with a group homework assignment and I had to write a paragraph about what I do for a living," said Cavazos, who has a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering from Texas A&M University and a master's of business administration from Pfeiffer University. "Here I am throwing mail with an MBA. I was totally embarrassed. I'm just grateful that my daughter is still too young to understand how tough this is for me."
I'm sorry, I need to vent here. I know that people pay a lot for their educations and they expect to get jobs that will allow them to live in the style to which they'd like to become accustomed, but when it comes to bringing in money to pay for food, mortgage, your childrens' education, etc. (and not blowing your entire retirement savings), sometimes you have to do what you have to to get by, and there's no shame in taking a job that does not "challenge" you until you find something better. There are an awful lot of people out there who have better educations than I who do what they have to do to get by, while also working also to make the most of their education, rather than sitting around pooh-poohing blue collar jobs because they'd rather starve (and let their families starve) than take a job that's "below" them.

The downturn in the economy is a terrible thing for a lot of people. But then, when things were really good, they were more than a little unreasonably good. While white collar workers are having a hard time, unemployment overall isn't so bad, which means that a lot of people are still working and meeting their responsibilities. People who expect to have it good every day because they have these incredible skills need to adjust their expectations and realize that shit happens. To everyone, at anytime in their lives. It's how you deal with it that is the lesson your kids are going to learn. It's not an embarrassment to work for the post office, but your child will think it's something to be ashamed of if you're ashamed of it.

So there. I bet Mr. Cavazos is finding it difficult to work with the other people at the post office, since he obviously hates the job that they all do for a living.

[Link via LYD]

Heh. Jish and I watched Buckaroo Bonzai last night. I can distinctly remember thinking this movie was the shit at the time it came out on video (I missed the theatrical release), and that Peter Weller was soooo cool. The guys are still cute (even a very young Jeff Goldblum), but it was so trendy, that I'm sure it was dated within a few years, at least.

Anyway, two lines keep going through my mind: "No matter where you go, there you are" and "Laugh it up, Monkeyboy!" And there's special features on the DVD, which I haven't gotten to just yet. Maybe tonight.

Happy Mardi Gras!!

Monday, February 11

Cool little contest (and the source of many links in my referrer logs): The East/West 100K Marathon

The mp3's sound much louder when you have the earphones plugged into the correct cord.

Embrace the stupid II. Had me laughing out loud the whole time.

The new gallery: Reflections of Youth, via Webchick.

Jessa's got a new baby on the way and she needs a name. Can you help her out??

Oh, and finally for today (yeah, I'm that busy): The Anti-Bloggies are in. Go and see who "won."

Just in time ...

[via JessaJune]

Not to be confused with this little token of affection.

It was Tim's birthday yesterday!!! Go send him a card, or a gift or something. Better late than never, I say.

CARTOON fan Gary Brett is in the doghouse after changing his name to Hong Kong Phooey.
“If he thinks I’m calling myself Mrs Phooey he’s got another thing coming. He’s done daft things before but this takes the dog biscuit.”

“Danny was a bit upset. But she should be honoured to be married to a Number One Superguy who’s quicker than a human eye.”
[via Megosteve]

Sunday, February 10

Lucky for me, I've managed to do only one really stupid thing this weekend (*knock on wood* It's still early in the day ... I shouldn't speak so soon): I put a bright red shirt in with some white sheets and white socks and a white t-shirt. Now I have a bright red shirt and some pink sheets, pink socks, and a pink t-shirt. Believe it or not, I've never done this before. I guess it's something you have to get out of your system while you're still in your twenties.

I had a lovely birthday party last night, the highlight of which was getting The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension DVD. Mom made baked chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner, Dad bought a cake with chocolate frosting, Grandma was able to make it, as were both of my brothers, as well as the family friends we always spend family holidays with.

I'm now dealing with the harsh realities of moving to a more expensive apartment and the need to switch back into saving mode, a mode I got out of when my pay was reduced back in June. Balancing the checkbook is good for that.

Mena's doing another coloring contest. Why don't you artistic types go contribute? Go on. We spectator types need something to enjoy. Go on!

Friday, February 8

I just finished watching the lighting of the torch at the 2002 Winter Olympics. Wow. What a wait that was good show that was.

Some thoughts:
Bob Costas should not announce anything I ever watch again. He kept talking over the other announcers, who knew more than he did (or were perhaps passed better information), and he made more stupid jokes than they did.

Maybe if the cameras stayed in one place more often, we wouldn't need people like Bob Costas to interpret the interpretive numbers for us.

The skating was great. And the costumes they came up with for the snow and wind and buffalo bison were incredible. I am impressed.

I was not impressed with Shrub, or the political statement he made tonight. I can understand banning Afghanistan from the games, but acting all smiley during everyone's entrance except for Iran took away from the unity the games represent. In fact, his very presence took away from the unity of the games. Maybe he should have sent someone else in his stead.

When the torch was finally lit, after many interpretive numbers and a nice duet with Sting and Yo-Yo Ma, I was happy to see that it was a team that lit the cauldron. Can't get much cooler than that.

I'm sure I'll have much more to criticize about the games from here on in (except, of course, the part played by our guy Bryan). But I'll wait for another day to start in again.

On a different note entirely, what does it mean that I come in #10 on this list of the top 25 meme producers? To my knowledge, I've never produced a meme. Until recently, I didn't even know what they were. Do I have a "propensity ... to find and curate powerful ideas"? Hmmm....

I am so out of here. Have a good weekend, y'all!

I haven't looked at the instructions yet, but sodaconstructor looks really cool. [via Tom]

WGirls. It's been Farked and is down for the time being, but you get the idea - worth waiting for it to come back. [via OpineBovine]

So, having all my stuff packed and ready to go so that I don't have to go back to my apartment before hitting the road, naturally I thought of all the stuff I forgot as soon as I got here this morning, namely music for the drive and a book to read during the inactive parts of my mini-vacation.

Well, my birthday celebration started today with the arrival of the first box from Amazon, and Dinah has made any stress I was experiencing on those points null, since she got me Faith No More, The Real Thing, The Vagina Monologues, and A Knot in the Grain.

I have the coolest friends.

Some people have no idea that when you ask a simple question, all you really want is a simple answer.

I'm going Home tonight to celebrate my birthday a few days early with my family. I've got my laundry in my car (hey, I'm not 30 yet, so what's the problem with taking my laundry home? it's not like my mom does it, I just use her super-cool washer and dryer and, um, soap), my bag is packed, and I'm leaving just as soon as Dinah says I can go.

*fingers drumming* When is it going to be 5 o'clock??

The only thing more annoying than someone who talks about themselves in the third person is someone who asks how you are as if you were in another room.

When asked how Kristin was this morning, my answer was that I would be happy to go home and ask her personally.

Thursday, February 7

I was asked last night who I share my birthday with and I hadn't a clue.

Some (other) notable Valentine's babies (read: people I recognize):
Jack Benny
Jimmy Hoffa
Florence Henderson
Gregory Hines
Matt Groening
Meg Tilly

... among others.

I just got caught up reading my archives. I'm not sure whether to be pleased that I enjoy reading my own writing, or ashamed at the vanity of it all. I think I'll just get back to work.

Geno just sent me a lovely birthday wish:
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
-Neil Gaiman

I just sent in my submission to the Fuck You Gallery.

For anyone visiting, the people included in this classic pic are (back row, left to right) Kevin, Jay, Tim, (front row, left to right) Jish, Heather, Derek, me, and Dave.

It was a great day, and we were so happy to take that beautiful pic.

All dolled up today, in anticipation of going to a friend's company dinner tonight. Nylons, nice shoes, a skirt, silk shirt ... the whole deal. I'm even wearing makeup.

He better appreciate this.

On the other hand, it's precious rare that I get the opportunity to dress up for anything anymore. I wear jeans and t-shirts (shoes optional) to work, I don't go to church any more, and even parties these days only require that you don't wear the comfortable jeans or the ratty tennis shoes.

It's nice to be reminded once in a while that I can still look nice on purpose, not just at the whim of my hair and/or hormones.

Wednesday, February 6

Ha!! If I could move the sun, I wouldn't be working here.

Naughty Secretary Club

Go on, you know you want to check her it out.

The president of our little company has a lemon tree. Apparently mid-winter is a good time for lemons here in California. Anyway, I am looking at two of them on my desk and my mouth has started to water in anticipation - for the taste or the tartness, I'm not sure. I'm seriously thinking of slicing one open and eating it straight, something I don't think I've done for years and years.

This suprises me. I'm not a fan of lemon in my water, and I detest lemon-flavoured things (I'll eat lemon meringue pie out of politeness only, but never any lemon creme pastries). But I keep looking at them and wondering what it'd be like. They certainly smell good. I think it's time to just give in and do it.

My bestest friend from Texas is leaving me today. It's been so nice to have her around to hang out with, and be able to talk her through her divorce woes. But she'll be back again next month because her ex is a childish, stubborn, and phenomenally stupid man (and no, I'm not saying that just because she's my friend - ask me about it and I'll tell you how he's shooting himself in the foot to spite her) and so they are going to court so that the judge can order him to pay more money than she was willing to settle for.

On the bright side, I have clean clothes. It's been a while since this was the case.

If comments = love, then I got no love yesterday. Poor me.

Tuesday, February 5

For my reference later ... The rock stars of the web.

How sweet. [via Matt]

I have this penchant for putting things on my head.

Unfortunately, violence against arab and muslim americans is still happening. The misdirected anger and the ill-advised methods of dealing with it are astounding. [via Carmen Jonze]

This is the reason I will not leave my laundry alone. So there.

The trickle-down effect of blog coverage always surprises me, especially when my site benefits. Polyester Lester was mentioned yesterday in a Time article and my hits have gone up, most of them coming from his site. Huh.

Another note about gettting hits from unexpected places, I've mentioned before about how weird it is to see searches for booboolina in my referrers, especially when I'm not the one doing the searching. It's like a vanity search, but I didn't do it.

Monday, February 4

Movie auditions for the part of "Serial Killer #1", some unsuccessful, the New Thing over at the Mirror Project Gallery.

A nice idea from Christine.

A tip: if you brush your teeth using Arm & Hammer Dental Care toothpaste and you have a tendency to not pay attention while brushing and have been known to get toothpaste on your clothing, you might want to invest in a bib to wear while taking care of your teeth. I have now ruined a second shirt by dripping toothpaste with bleach on it. Argh.

Jay has started a Travelogue. Here's wishing him the best of luck and lots o' fun as he journeys all over hellandgone (as well as the States and some European countries).

San Francisco Bay Area Theatre Calendar I don't often go to shows unless a friend of mine is in it, but it's nice to see all the shows in the area listed anyway. Maybe I'll find it in my budget to go see a few this year.

Thoughts for the day:

Had a great weekend. I redeemed a gift certificate that I received last year for my birthday for a full-body massage on Friday after work. Not that I feel the effects now, but I can distinctly remember that the experience was divine. Then my bestest friend from Texas came into town and will be staying with me till she leaves on Wednesday.

Saturday I cooked my first breakfast in my new place. Just eggs and toast, but it was wonderful. Then off to help JessaJune move into the cutest apartment I've seen in a while, followed by a pizza lunch with all her friends, who are cool people.

Went home to clean up, and then off to a housewarming/birthday party that was great. I managed to find gifts that I thought were cool, I looked great, and I picked a killer party spot (I don't mingle well, so I choose a party spot early on in the evening and then stay there, letting the crowd swirl and eddy around me. Sometimes it works really well, like Saturday night, sometimes it doesn't, and everyone ends up in the kitchen while I'm glued to the couch in the living room). I got the opportunity to talk to quite a few interesting and warm people. A good party experience, as well as the chance to see yet another great San Francisco apartment.

Yesterday I remembered to pay my rent ... then realized that I had run out of checks without ordering any new ones (d'oh!! Still have to do that today), and discovered that I have friends who are willing to write checks for me, provided that I give them cash to cover it (d'oh! Still have to do that today too). Then I went to IKEA, managing to leave a mere $20 lighter, but with lots of cool stuff. Dinner, Sex and the City, and a long talk later ... and here we are.

If the first weekend is any indication, I think February is going to be a good month.

The Proper Way to Hate a Job. Not that I feel this way at all. I actually like my job. But there was this job I once had ... [via Jill Matrix]

Sunday, February 3

The commercials are spectacularly underwhelming ... not to mention that I've seen most of them before. What's happened to this game?!?!?!

In the meantime, I'm taking online tests.

Take the What animal best portrays your sexual appetite?? Quiz

Yeah, that's about right.

I am watching the Super Bowl (sort of). The commercials I've seen so far are alright. I wish AdCritic was still around, so that I could catch up on the ones I've missed so far.

Friday, February 1


snapGallery! Just what I need.

Worthy content Link of the Day: Name That Man-Breast! [via Mike]

Dinah's Phrase of the Day: My heart bleeds for you.

If only I'd known. And it's my "birth month" too. *sigh* But all is not lost. The word of the day? Tibbar.

Besides being a Friday, with a great weekend planned, I'm pleased as punch about today because I finally bought my plane tickets for SXSW and I got something in the mail from Amazon. Doesn't matter if I bought it for myself, I love it!

Yay me!

The Anti-Bloggies categories have been announced. Go on and nominate your favorite blogs!

And don't forget the rules:
1. You may only vote once per hour. Unless you bribe us.
2. Yes, you may vote for yourself. We know you’re still bitter about not getting that Bloggie. Remember: We can be bribed.
3. Voting ends on Friday, February 8th, 2002. Winners will be announced Monday, February 11, 2002.
4. We take bribes.
5. Wil Wheaton is disqualified from ever winning an Anti-Bloggie so don’t waste your time. Even if you bribe us.
6. Friends of Wil Wheaton attempting to sabotage the Anti-Bloggies will be taken out back and pistol-whipped. Unless they bribe us.

It's been a year, but it appears that she's back.

Thanks, Mark for the head's-up.

Friday. It's about time.