Be your own Disneyland.

Friday, March 29

You can call me a duck herder, 'cause that's part of what I do hereabouts. Yep, just rounded me up some ducks and herded them out of the office. Quack, quack.

Weird search of the Day, coming in before even maslow's hierarchy for face powder:

truly free passwords to authentic porn

... as opposed to those costly passwords to fake porn. Sheesh people!

Update: got a search yesterday for truly free porn no checking - what is it about truly and free and porn? There's none of that here!

Sand in the Gears

Thursday, March 28

Ahem! Hello? Everyone? Anyone? *is this thing on?*

CentralBooking has relaunched today.

Please go check it out. It's definitely worth the effort. I know, because I've had to enter all the information at least once.

I took the What Mythological Creature Are you? test

[via Wicked Persephone]

Definitely worth readin: a story from the road. Eh.

When part of the data entry job that you're doing requires checking checkboxes, it's best to do them from top to bottom, rather then from left to right.

Just a tip.

Ha!! Thunky-Think-Thinknomore-Thunkishere mittens. [via Molly Zero]

Another winner (by Dinah): The Jon-Jon Diaries

Dinah directed me to this wonderful site: Postulant Edith's Sister Journal, and I'm loving it.

I want to go to BA-DA-BINGO!. Wanna go with me?

Brad points out a well-phrased reminder that it's rude to tie up other people's time while you're on the phone.

Wednesday, March 27

Ha!! I know so many jugglers who would get a kick out of this.

You know what? I've read many, many reviews of the Oscars show that I missed the other night, and everyone seems to agree in one thing: That Gwyneth Paltrow looked bad.

And you know what? I have yet to see what they're talking about. Can anyone help me out here?

Things I wish I had thought of during my babysitting career: Adventures in Babysitting

Awww. Actor Dudley Moore Dies at 66. I didn't see many of his movies, but I enjoyed the ones I did. [via Erin]

mad musings of me (uk), a thoughtful and articulate blog about issues affecting women.

On cell phones and family
Call someone to say you love them, that you miss them. Don't write jumbled thoughts in email, write to say how you really are. Use all these tools to get in touch with the people you care about. And think sometimes, for your sake and for your friend, of how you can make their day.

Tuesday, March 26

Holy cat door!!! Flo Control [via Pamela]

From U.S., the ABC's of Jihad
In the twilight of the Cold War, the United States spent millions of dollars to supply Afghan schoolchildren with textbooks filled with violent images and militant Islamic teachings, part of covert attempts to spur resistance to the Soviet occupation.

The primers, which were filled with talk of jihad and featured drawings of guns, bullets, soldiers and mines, have served since then as the Afghan school system's core curriculum. Even the Taliban used the American-produced books, though the radical movement scratched out human faces in keeping with its strict fundamentalist code.

As Afghan schools reopen today, the United States is back in the business of providing schoolbooks. But now it is wrestling with the unintended consequences of its successful strategy of stirring Islamic fervor to fight communism. What seemed like a good idea in the context of the Cold War is being criticized by humanitarian workers as a crude tool that steeped a generation in violence.
[via Alex]

Bitchy Rant of the Day:

Tell me something:

Let's say you're drawing up an email list for an upcoming shindig, and you come across a couple you want to invite. You have an address for each member of this inseparable pair, and you know that, in the event that you should invite only one, the other will most certainly hear of it. Do you still send out the invitation to both? Or just to the one most likely to receive and act on the email first?

My issue here is that in the second case, the person who didn't get the email might feel (if this happens often enough) like maybe once in a while they'd appreciated getting invited to parties and get-togethers as an individual, rather than as the taken-for-granted half of a pair. Or worse *gasp*, like the host might have forgotten their existence altogether and has invited only the interesting (or better) half.

In case you haven't guessed by now, I am generally the half that doesn't get the email. Ever. What's worse *gasp* is that I am not part of a couple, or other romantic joining. No way, Jose. Naw, it's just that my best friend is very popular and gets invited everywhere, usually within the same general group of people. One would think, after 7 months of going to parties with him, that once in a while, when people sent out the invitations, I might get one as well, rather than hearing about the affair from him and going along as his "ornament" (term used lightly, as I'm not really ornamental material).

This assumes, of course, that the hosts of these parties and gatherings even want me there. It could be that the allure of my friend's attendance is enough to make them tolerate my presence, and they wouldn't really miss me should I decide in a fit of nerves not to attend since I didn't get invited. I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt and thinking that maybe since we do show up together so often, they simply assume that if he is invited that I'll show up and they're happy with that assumption. I don't know what the deal is, but I'm getting tired of apparently being thought of as "whatshisname's friend"*, and not as myself.

So yeah. That's my bitchy little rant for today.

*Not that I mind being known as his friend. After all, he is my best friend. I'm just looking for a tiny bit of recognition that I have a life and personality separate from his. Argh.

Gutfisk - always good to say when you go out with Swedish people for sushi.

Quote of the Day:

If Ben and Mena got hit by a bus, God forbid, the angels would cry and ... we'd never get an upgrade for Moveable Type. But we'd still have this version so we'd still be running even though we'd never get any support.

I was asked this weekend just what is it I'm looking for in a man, and I couldn't come up with anything. This was probably because I was surrounded by examples of male physical perfection and I couldn't seem to keep my mind on what really matters, which is personality, sense of humor, etc.

However, I stumbled across my perfect example when discussing Crossing Delancey with Kevin yesterday afternoon. What I find really attractive in a man:

He's handsome, charming, confident and capable, able to talk to bobbes, knows what he wants, etc. And he's not ashamed of his job (if it's not white collar), does it well, and is well-rounded in his interests. Oh, and he always says the right thing, which you'd think is a movie-only trait, but I had a boyfriend who could do that, so I know it exists in the real world.

Kevin is of the opinion that I need a Jewish man. He might be right.

Nice. Collage Machine Interface Ecology [via Jish]

Yay!!! Musee saved -- 3 cheers for all of us [via Heather]

Worth reading: The Adventures of Dr. Hunchback and the Mr. Robot Guy, by Walker. [via Jane]

Monday, March 25

My mom just called me to let me know that my great-aunt Margaret passed away yesterday.

She was 90 years old, and the most gracious woman you could ever know. She never had any children of her own, but our family is huge (Irish and Catholic, you know how it is), so she took care of all us. She was a painter at one time, and I have a few of her pieces hanging in my bedroom. I hadn't seen her for about a year and a half because she lives in Los Angeles and I just don't get down there very often, but every time I talked to my grandma, I asked after Aunt Margaret's health and got the full update.

She had congestive heart failure, arthritis, and a host of other health problems, so she had been in a lot of pain for a long time. She had a good life and it was time for her to go, but it's hard all the same. I miss her already.

Sunday, March 24

This is way cool. [via Jish]

Important reminder for the day after the Beer Train: Turn the ringers of all your phones off, or you will be awakened by the very persistent people who want to talk to you at 9:30 a.m. the next morning.

Never mind that that's an ungodly hour on a Sunday morning regardless of what you did the night before.


Btw, it was great fun, and all of you who missed it really passed by a unique opportunity to hang out with a wonderful group of people. Maybe in another two years, we'll have a chance to do it again. Thanks to Jish, Min Jung, Brian, and Faisal for coming out and doing the journey with us!

Friday, March 22

Pictures of the Year International

Google bows to Scientology's DMCA request, yanks critics' site
Quote from e-mail 20.03.2002: [START]

We removed certain specific URLs in response to a notification submitted by the Religious Technology Center and Bridge Publications under section 512(c)(3) of the the Digital Millenium Copyright Act (DMCA). Had we not removed these URLs, we would be subject to a claim for copyright infringement, regardless of its merits.
[via BoingBoing, where you can find a complete list of the links removed from the search engine, via Rebecca Blood]

Sometimes all it takes to show you how good your life is is to hear about the problems of others. In January, I agreed to be in a friend's wedding next month, and since then, I've done nothing but bitch and moan about how maybe it wasn't the best decision to make, but it's too late to back out now, etc. I'm also rather concerned about my financial situation and the forecast for my living situation, and I'm constantly preoccupied with these issues.

But I called the bride today to see how she was doing, and how the wedding plans were coming along, and to tell her that I'd gotten my dress in the mail, and that's when I realized that, whatever I may feel is less-than-desirable about my life right now, I have it good.

One bridesmaid just went in for gallbladder surgery and now has a serious case of pnemonia.

Another bridesmaid's mother just passed away.

The last bridesmaid just found out that the father of her child up and moved to Texas without telling anyone, effectively leaving all the raising of their son (also the ringbearer) to her.

After telling me all this, the bride asked me how I was because she was concerned for me, the last bridesmaid who had not reported in. In surprise at how true it was, all I could say was "I'm fine and there's nothing wrong with my life."

I'm going to start living accordingly.

Thursday, March 21

So I went to the grocery store this evening for light bulbs and somehow found myself in the frozen pizza aisle. As I turned away from them, exercising my will to not buy anything I didn't need, I watched a woman ahead of me approach the freezer doors to inspect somethingorother, all the while talking rather loudly to herself about the twofer-one sale and how interesting, and oh my, what a good deal, etc.

As I passed her, I smiled to myself, demonstrating my innocent pleasure in the eccentricities of old women out shopping by themselves.

Just then I remembered that, as I had turned away from the pizzas and walked by gentleman inspecting the Hot Pocket selection nearby, I had been muttering, and not entirely to myself, "Evil. Evil. Evil. Pizzas are Evil."

*sigh* Why do I come up second in a search for pictures of naked cows?!?! I just don't get it.

Fun! [via 50 Cups]

Dear Diary...
"I suppose," she said. "There should be a law about these people with web diaries or they should all wear identifying clothing or something, so that innocent bystanders who don't need some perverse kind of public fame can know to steer clear."
[via Ryan]

After coming home to a cold apartment (again) because the heater is broken (again), with a living room in which both the halogen lamps have bitten the dust and will not work with new bulbs (since sxsw), in a car where suddenly the locks don't work consistently (since yesterday), and the window button is about to fall off (wtf?!?!?!), and the hatchback never releases on the first try and the electric keys are lost to time and space (since forever) ...

"Entropy just makes me fall apart sometimes."

Meeting tidbit: "We have no bugs in our software. Only unwanted features." -Niklas

Last night was a horrid, vicious, bad mood; rushing around and driving too much behind every slow person in the Bay area; a nice dinner; picking up some new-to-me floor lamps (I am so done with halogen) and visiting with a friend in her new-to-her and remarkably well-designed apartment; watching some good tv (didn't think it was possible, eh? try West Wing and 6 Feet Under); brownies; and then a loooooooong talk involving a lot of tears and a lot of honesty and unloading of resentment and confusion.

I'm dead tired this morning, but my heart is so much lighter. As will be my living room, once I get those lamps set up.

Wednesday, March 20

Watch out!

Booklovers unite!


Burn, Baby Burn!

I wish I had a burner of my very own.

Along with my love of eating, my need to blog is less than it was before (these are good things, mostly). Obviously not gone entirely, but definitely less than before.

I had to talk myself into eating dinner last night, and breakfast is a habit that's hard to break. And this blog is just so that those who know I'm alive because of my presence here will be reassured that I'm not home sick today.

I am congested and tired and want to sleep all the time. *zzzzz* (not such a good thing - I have stuff to do!)

Tuesday, March 19

The Man Who Lives in a Rainbow [via Eric]

An AIM moment:

D: Some ritzy Euro car manufacturer is doing a "diamond edition" with one in the speedometer.
D: He says it makes a statement.
Booboolina: "Steal me"
D: I think the statement is "I'm a pretentious fuck", but I'll generally keep that to myself.

World Press Photo of the Year 2001. Worth looking at. [via Allen]

So this is why Jish decided to get a Mac. [via Amit]

Cool artwork: Kimberly Schamber Studio

I so don't handle stuffy-headedness well. Poor miserable me with the sniffles and the blocked sinuses.

Allergies suck.

Email moment, from my friend Robert
Subject: Irreverence

We got in an application today from a youngster who said she was doing a report on the life of Jessie James and she also wanted the King James Bible. Word association guy that I am, I shortly came up with the Jessie James Bible. "Gunfight at Gethsemane: The Romans came looking for Jesus, and this time...he was ready for them!"

I hear the Director's Cut of the Jessie James Bible has a special previously deleted stigmata scene directed by Sam Peckinpah for the truly heretical.

In other word fun news, today I came across someone named Fedora Justus. Which also makes me think of a potential movie sound bite: "The drifter rode into town bringing his own brand of fedora justice."

A lesson I've learned over the past few years:

If you spend too much time worrying about getting someplace, chances are you'll miss the good stuff.

Monday, March 18

It's only been a day, but already I miss JessaJune. I also envy her. I'd much rather be in Ireland.

SF Gate Picture of the Day: Shoe Chewing
Eight-month-old Anna D'Ecorle chews on one of the hundreds of children's shoes placed around the Statehouse rotunda at Topeka, Kan. The idea was to remind lawmakers of the importance of early childhood programs, or maybe of why parents should stencil names on kids' footwear.
As well as what kids will do with shoes if you leave them laying around. I guess the best you could hope for would be 1) the shoes are new or 2) the shoe she's chewing on is her own.

Email moment, checking up on a new friend a week after SXSW:
So, how the hell are ya? Have you recovered from SXSW alright? I am almost sleeping normally again. And I eat three times a day, too, all before 12 a.m. :) And the flaking on my forehead is *almost* finished. It's just up at the hairline now, where it looks most like dandruff. My nose is still Rudolf-red, but that's to be expected. My mom was as ashamed of me as I was for going out without sunscreen.
Still dealing with the abuse I subjected my body to. I have, however, washed all the cigarrette smoke out of my sweaters this weekend, and finished unpacking completely. Yay me!

Tim defines his relationships such that I want to be his friend.

Ha!! Hahaha!!

Update: Hehehee!!

So glad I'm not an addict.

Oh, and apparently men grow up at 30. Obviously the author doesn't know some most of the men I know. [via RedCricket]

Sunday, March 17

Two long drives this weekend have allowed me lots of time to think about things. I had a good time turning 30 last month, but there are aspects of passing this milestone that haven't been so much fun. I know that growing and changing aren't supposed to be comfortable experiences, but I could use a break right now.

I'm being purposefully vague here, mostly because I lack the energy to put my thoughts into a readable format right now. Suffice to say that I'm trying to dredge up the strength of will to do what I have to do, as well as re-examining my convictions, and reflecting on the foundations of some of the relationships I'm in right now, and whether history alone is a good enough reason to continue them. Tough.

Btw, Happy St. Patrick's Day!! Hope you got your green on!

Saturday, March 16

So, my SXSW overview, day by day, beginning with the shortest day: Friday.

Btw, this is just going to be a big link-fest going on, and I will miss some people, but it’s certainly not on purpose. If I miss you, let me know and I'll add you in the appropriate place.

So yeah. Friday afternoon, Jish, JessaJune, and I flew into Austin, lookin' for a good time. And we found it. Within an hour and a half, after stopping at our new favorite hotel we were on our way to Michael and Ari's place for a pre-Breaking Bread With Brad meet-'em. And meet 'em we did. I finally got to put a face to Leia, Bryan, Julie, and of course Michael and Ari. And naturally, we also got to see the people we know and love (read: those who have visited California): James and Tim.The new folk included Dave, Matt, Mike, and Mark, among others.

We discovered that green is the new black, and that Michael and Ari have a cute son and a very friendly dog. They also have the neatest toy, that some people could not get enough of.

This being the first social event of sxsw for us, Jessa and I were kinda nervous and prone to stick together, if only because we didn’t know anyone else that well. That didn’t last long, though, because (sing along with me here) everyone was so nice! The DFW bloggers are a great bunch, and I’m looking forward to seeing them when next I visit Dallas sometime in June.

Then we headed off to the Iron Cactus for the Break Break With Brad dinner, which turned out to be a hoot and a holler. Afterward, we headed on over to Polly Esther’s for karaoke, where Mena sang Stand By Your Man, Jish and Brad sang love songs to one another, Bryan showed us just how much he can get down doing the Humpty, and Ernie displayed his intimate knowledge of Brittney Spears songs.

So ends the first evening of our SXSW experience. Stay tuned for Saturday and the kickball game.

Her eyes have captivated the world since she appeared on our cover in 1985. Now we can tell her story.
They found Sharbat Gula, the National Geographic girl with the incredible eyes. You know the one I'm talking about. [via trianide]

Friday, March 15


John has made a nice list of people he met this weekend and the effect they had on him, and the rest of us as well.


Thursday, March 14

Sent in response to an invitation to the Beer Train: Study Finds Women Who Drink Way More Fun To Study

It is sooo cool how many people in my list I can put little asterisks next to now, as well as how much longer my list is now.

Have I mentioned how tired I am?

A tip: Don't try to bake and watch tv at the same time. You're bound to forget to add something important, like the flour.

Wednesday, March 13

I'm back. And I'm tired. I'm staying home today to recover from my vacation. Which involves sleeping and eating like a regular person.

I'll write my own recap later on, but in the meantime, you can visit any number of people who went to sxsw this weekend. I can't find them all to link them. I'll do that later, when my memory is fuzzier. Heh. Wit is hard to find today :)

Sunday, March 10

I'm having so much fun! A problem with anticipating things that all your friends did last year and you've been looking forward to since then is that the reality often falls far short of the hype. Not this time. I've met lots of really cool people, hung out at some really great places, and basically had the time of my life.

An overview:

Friday we came in around 4:00, unpacked and rushed off to Michael's place for a pre-Break Bread With Brad get-together. From there, we headed over to the dinner, and then to a Polly Esthers for karaoke, where Jish and Brad sang love songs to each other, and Bryan surprised us with his awesome singing voice.

That was the first day.

Yesterday we dragged ourselves out of bed just in time to head over to the kickball game. A tip: if you are of northern European ancestry and suffer from a skin condition known as sunburn when exposed to the sun, it is best to invest in a product known as 1) a hat and/or 2) sunscreen before spending several hours in the middle of the day in a park. Just a thought.

So yeah. JessaJune and I and several other such persons of northern European ancestry are sporting faces closely resembling the color of ripe tomatoes and the temperature of small space heaters. Ouch. I could buy that hat now, but the damage is done. And I'd have to carry it home on the plane. Maybe I'll just get some sunscreen.

So anyway ... we went back to the hotel, put on a lot of makeup to (try to) cover the red and headed out to the parties. Met more people. Drank more beer. And danced the night away, something I haven't done in waaaay too long.

So now we're up and looking forward to the Iron Webmaster Showdown and Fray Cafe. Oh, and some panels.

Thursday, March 7

Finally finished at work. Now I get to go home, do laundry, pack, sleep, wake up, shower, drive, get on a plane, fly, and party down at SXSW!

I'm sorry if I annoy. This is how I get when I'm excited about something.

Sidenote: I probably won't have access to a computer (irony can suck sometimes), so pictures and posts will have to wait till next week. Later, 'gators.

Winning The Woman of Your Dreams, or How to Fake Being Normal.

This time tomorrow I will be on a plane. Yay!

Wednesday, March 6

Blogcast. The Net is Listening.

More AIM-generated content. And I'd like to apologize in advance to anyone in Marketing. We were just joking.

Booboolina: Holy cow, the cutest guy just came into our office and I had to forcibly tear my eyes away so that he wouldn't catch me staring.
JessaJune: Cute guy? Where? Why?
Booboolina: He was with the marketing guy, so I'm guessing he's from another company, here to listen to a sales pitch.
JessaJune: Ah. Marketing guys are often cute. Such a waste. (was that out loud?)
Booboolina: Heehee. Indeed. Nice to look at, not good for much more.
JessaJune: we're such snobs.
Booboolina: We're non-tech, non-marketing snobs. We're liberal arts snobs. We're snobs who couldn't find a good-paying job doing anything else :)
JessaJune: ha ha ha. We are SO liberal arts snobs

Coffee News
My coffee cup is living proof of evolution. I have definitely found new life forms in it.

Major structural changes in the works. If you find any broken links, wait a week or two and then let me know, would ya?


My list of things to do is getting shorter, finally.

I got to see JessaJune's kittens last night -- they are the cutest little creatures on God's green earth. Dinah made cat toys out of some plastic thingies yesterday and gave the pair one to play with. We stood there for 20 minutes watching and giggling like fools. I finally said something to the effect of "this is addicting. I have to go."

I am so wound up over SXSW that I woke up half an hour before my alarm went off this morning. More remarkably, I got up. The only extra thing I accomplished, though, was washing my dishes and getting a post office box. Which was quite enough, considering I only had an extra half hour.

And someone wrote a song for his HTML editor. Oh my. [via Jisheroo]

And now, to work.

Tuesday, March 5

The world's flags given letter grades [via Dinah, via some of her cool friends].

Grades are given based on similarity to corporate logos, busyness, graven images, whether it made the grader nauseous, colors, and shapes, among other criteria.

And not just grades. There are comments too!! Well worth the read.

I think today's haul effectively shows it's the surfing, not the blogging, that takes a lot of time. So yeah, I guess I have to give up surfing during work hours. Darnit.

Uh oh. A radio call gone wrong. Very, very wrong.

In honor of Masturbation Month [via Edmond and Good Vibes] I present to you the The Meretrix Online Virtual Prostitution Museum [via Ultimate Insult].

Atlanteans have a cool place to congregate: innovox : a connectivity lounge. It sounds pretty neat. We need one in the south bay.

AIM-based content, once again:

Unxmaal: monkey!
Booboolina1: donkey!
Unxmaal: how's you?
Booboolina1: pretty good! how you doin'?
Unxmaal: better, worse, better =]
Unxmaal: mad at my crappy pc
Booboolina1: ? dating?
Unxmaal: naw
Booboolina1: bummer. me neither.
Unxmaal: i'm a computer geek. dating is irrelevant, if my pc is broken

scary squirrel world's Phlinger Phine Art Gallery [via 50Cups]

Holy cow. What have they done to this poor horse?!?!

[Via Sylum]

Lost men get home sooner: study, Women rely on landmarks
One thing Dr. Choi has yet to study is which sex feels more comfortable asking for directions. "People ask me that all the time," she laughed.

My list of things to do before leaving for SXSW on Friday keeps getting longer and longer as time gets shorter and shorter. *sigh*


You are Fozzie!
Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on.

[via mikefeldstein]

Gary Coleman has an advice column: Coleman Confidential [via 3Bruces]

Uganda has no homosexuals, claims president. Wow, how do you suppose he would know that? [via Edmond]

Attitude by Charles Swindoll
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company ... a church ... a home.

The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past ... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude ... I am convinced that life is 10 % what happens to me and 90 % how I react to it. And so it is with you ... we are in charge of our attitudes.

Monday, March 4

March 4th. Rioting continues.
That’s the thing I never could accept about India: it’s too easy to die there. It’s a country where malaria kills people, where the plague still exists, where hundreds at a time are killed in train wrecks, thousands in earthquakes, and perhaps 800 in a clash over the site of an unbuilt temple. It’s a place of suffering that brings added suffering upon itself. No wonder that officials regularly underestimate death tolls. It's too painful to do otherwise.

Goddamn, that was hard! I wasn't entirely successful, either, which is obvious. I must say, though, I've discovered it's not the blogging that prevents me from being productive. Well, it is, but a large part of that is the surfing for content. Or just the surfing, period.

I'm not sure what office workers did for amusement before internet access became the norm, nor do I have a clue what those unlucky members of society without access at work do now. Work?!? Yeah, right. Oh well, there have always been and will always be various and sundry ways of wasting time while looking busy.

The latest Mirror Project Gallery, hosted by Jessamyne. It's about books. Neat.

This, my friends, begins what I've decided to give up for Lent: no more blogging during work hours.

I've yet to decide how much I can endure. For instance, should I avoid posting altogether? Or can I compose, but only post to blogger? Should I avoid all things blogger, such as other blogs/journals/online diaries? Since most of my content comes from surfing other sites, it seems best that I keep from surfing altogether, so that I also avoid the temptation to blog everything I read. *sigh*

It will be tough going, but that's what Lent is all about - voluntary deprivation to better understand the advantages of the life I lead. Learning to overcome the smaller temptations builds the strength to overcome the larger temptations, as well as defining the difference between want and need, and how truly unnecessary many wants are.

Also, blogging has, of late, had a most detrimental effect on my productivity.

So. A temporary farewell, until sometime after 5 p.m., which is my cut-off time for this test of my resolve. I know I only have a month of Lent left, but hopefully it will break a bad habit and leave me a better person afterwards.

Dinah has become the head of the grassroots movement to save the Musee Mechanique.

Go on and give her a hand. It's a good cause.

Warning: If Lili sends you a kiss or a greeting, don't click on the link. Just trust me on this. Especially if you're at work.

Sunday, March 3

Have you seen the link to my map over on the right? You can indicate where you're from and even put up a little message and/or a pic of yourself! I am amazed at the geographical diversity of the people who have come to this site and deigned to leave their mark.

I hope you visit, and thanks to everyone who has already been there!

Friday, March 1

In the interests of saving the Musee Mecanique:

Save San Francisco's Musee Mecanique Petition [via Leila]

KFOG also wants to save the Musee Mecanique. Email them.

Oh my. I randomly clicked on a link over at imood and came across To Pee or Not to Pee. That wasn't so strange. It was the title that drew me in the first place. But on the same page are the suggested titles based on this one, which include Everyone Poops; The Gas We Pass: The Story of Farts; and Uh Oh! Gotta Go! : Potty Tales from Toddlers. I feel sorry for any child who had to learn about potty-training and their bodily functions without the benefit of all this literature.

It is difficult to test sites about books. I keep getting caught up reading the site rather than testing it.

It's like the phase of moving when you have to wrap all your glassware in newspaper. I can often be found at that point sitting on the floor, newsprint all over my hands, cups and mugs and vases all around me, avidly reading either the comics or articles written ages ago. That's my favorite part of moving.

This time next week I'll be in Austin. I can't wait!

Sent in response to an email alert regarding the Beer Train and the photos I posted:
Health Warning

Police warn all male clubbers, party-goers and unsuspecting bar regulars to be more alert and cautious when accepting a drink offer from a girl. There is a date rape drug going around called "beer" and it appears in liquid form. The drug is being used by female sexual predators at parties to convince male victims to have sex with them. "Beer" is available virtually anywhere.

All girls have to do is persuade a guy to consume a few units of "beer" and simply ask him home for no-strings-attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against such attacks. After several "beers" men will often succumb to performing sex acts on horrific looking women who they would never normally be attracted to.

Men often wake up after having "beer" with only hazy memories of what happened to them the night before, just a vague feeling that something bad occurred. At other times these unfortunate men might be conned into a familiar scam known as a "relationship". Apparently men are easier victims for this scam after the "beer" has been administered and they have already been sexually attacked.

Forward this to every male you know. However, if you fall victim to this insidious drug and the predatory women administering it, there are male support groups where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter in an open manner with a bunch of similarly-affected guys. For your nearest support group just look up 'Bars' in the yellow pages.

Do not pee in the Millenium Falcon. It's the rule!

The last Beer Train has finally been announced!

CalTrain is shutting down weekend service for at least 2 years starting in April to build some new high speed thingamajig. By then, we all expect to be too old to indulge in a day devoted entirely to drinking, so we're making the most of this final opportunity.

Date: March 23, 2002
Location: Ausiello's Tavern - 864 El Camino Real, Belmont, CA
Time: 2:00 p.m.

What is the Beer Train?
Well, our BT originated in the South Bay, so what we do is take the train up to Belmont, where we head to Ausiello's and start drinking and eating lunch and waiting for everyone to show up (not in that order). Once we've reached critical mass, or more people show up than we can keep track of, we get back on the train and make our way back down the Peninsula, stopping every couple of towns to go to another bar. Generally we make Palo Alto by dinnertime, and the hardcore partiers make it all the way to Mountain View.

The great thing about the Beer Train is that no one has to drive, and you can leave whenever you like, or stay for as long as you like. It's a great place to meet people and hang out with friends. I sound like a commercial. But really, it's a lot of fun.

I've posted pictures from the last two Beer Trains at here and here.

I misspoke when I said I was having my mid-morning lunch, and Niklas ran with it. Early morning lunch, mid-morning lunch, midafternoon lunch, tea lunch, early evening lunch ... and if you replace lunch with schnapps, then that's much better.

I finally posted the Beer Train pics from the trip we took in November. Paul's SnapGallery was very useful in this endeavor, as I'm not sure it would have been done at all without it.

But I had to get the pics up before the next event (*hint: March 23, more details soon!).

You know what I really got out of college? I will never forget my social security number.