Be your own Disneyland.

Tuesday, April 30

Tomorrow is Free Scoop Night at Baskin-Robbins, from 6-10.

How many people do you know who live in a state not bordering Texas, but have friends and/or other valid reasons for visiting not one, not two, not even three, but 4 different cities in that rather large state at least once within a year?

Hi, pleased to me ya. My name's Kristin.

The Garden Gnome Project. It's all for a good cause.

Girls Just Want to Be Mean

I don't remember things being this way when I was in junior high or high school, but perhaps I was just below the radar of the girls who acted this way.

Warning: Instant message content ahead:

Booboolina: Whatcha doing at home?
Friend: waiting for the repairman to come fix my dryer. sometime between 12 and 5. =\
Booboolina: you have a dryer at home? does that mean you also have a washer at home?
Friend: i do! i'm nifty that way. =)
Friend: at least, i'm nifty till it breaks and i have to hang dry everything. =(
Booboolina: but don't you feel all natural and scratchy and stuff for that?
Friend: yes. it's a very natural, organic experience. reminding me of why i avoid natural, organic experiences.

Yet another sentiment you don't hear too too often:
I've had the hots for Dick VanDyke for quite some time. He's lookin' good for a 78 year old. He can put his dentures in the same glass as mine any old time. (on my nightstand) He's a hottie.

.... Is it getting warm in here?

The Mousetrap, 04/27/02

Neato games: Orisinal : Morning Sunshine [also via]

Holy snake pit, Indian Jones! [via]

The Blind Date Blog front page is up, although none of the links are functional as of right now. Too bad I'm not single, I might feel guilty for not participating.

My friend Niklas and I were talking the other day and discovered a variation of a saying b/w the United States and Sweden.

He says, "You can't teach an old dog to sit."

I suppose Americans figure that's not inclusive enough, and we say "You can't teach an old dog new tricks."

On a related note ... today is the day that they build big bonfires in Sweden, and everyone sings songs to herald the beginning of summer and the ending of winter (where did spring go?), and then they go drinking. He told me that you can spot the students because they wear hats like these, but more like these, with the little fringe-thingy hanging off the side.

I had an ex who was a botanist, and I loved being able to point at any flower, tree, bush, etc. and say, "What is that?" and be fairly certain that he would give an answer. Since knowing him, I've wanted that sort of knowledge about our natural world, but never found put the time in to learn. What a wonderful thing the internet is, then that there's a site that not only asks What Tree Is It? , but gives answers too. [via 50 Cups of Coffee]

Anniversary, what it means to some people to be married for 34 years.

Just to show I'm at work at 8:00 a.m.

Monday, April 29

Yay! Tom's been published!!

Shopping trips get very short when you forget your wallet.

This is what I'm talkin' about: Why are Librarians So Sexy? The answer to so many search engine referrals ...

{ fray day 6 } a celebration of true, personal stories has been scheduled for September 14. Be there, or be square.

And no one wants to be square.

Snail story that doesn't belong anywhere. Worth the read, as much a warning as a good piece of writing.

I've heard recently that a number of people can't read my site at work because their filters have found something offensive in my content. I'm not sure if it's the perceived bad-wordiness of my domain, or the referrers on the right, who seem to have a penchant for defying the modesty of the Olsen twins, but I apologize.

Next site I develop will have a blameless domain name and I'll never mention the Olsen twins. I promise.

Another opportunity to do something good: Rebuilding Together. [via Kevin]

So You've Decided to be Evil, an Evil Plan Generator. [via 3Bruces]

Happy Birthday to Heather. Go send her a card or something.

Friday, April 26

The damn shirt is here. I'm slightly mollified.

I'm leaving now.

:: Enigmatic Mermaid ::

Just a note to depict how very frustrated I am right now: I am in a wedding tomorrow. I have to be in Fresno tonight by 7:30 p.m.

I went to the David's Bridal in Milpitas on Wednesday to pick up my bridesmaid's dress. It fit fine, but there was a stain on the shoulder of the shirt. The alterations manager told me she would take care of it the next day if I wanted to drop in after 4. So I went in yesterday, after 4. There was no shirt. Someone had sent it off to the dry cleaners. The alterations manager told me to wait a few minutes, someone was going to get it and would be back in a few minutes. 45 minutes later, I told them I had to leave. I was supposed to be in the City in a short while, and now I would be stuck in traffic.

It shows how angry and frustrated I was that I bothered to mention this to them.

They said they would have someone deliver it to my office today, checking to see how early I got in, so they could deliver it as quickly as possible. I just got off the phone with them, and they have my shirt, but they haven't a clue where the woman is who was supposed to deliver it (presumably the district manager who had sent it off to the dry cleaners in the first place and then took over an hour returning it to the store while I waited).

I'm really pissed off right now. I'm trying to tell myself that it's not a big deal, to calm down, later on I'll laugh about this. But for some reason, I can't. I want my goddamned shirt, and I want to be on the road early enough to miss the 5 o'clock oh-my-god-it's-the-weekend-we-have-to-leave-town traffic.

Too much more of this and I'll probably write a letter, or something.

Languages of USA [via Nubbin]

And finally, last night's activities were attended by a few bloggers. Ed writes a much better review of the events than I ever could. For my part, let's just say that the food and drink were excellent, Kevin is a gracious host, ACWLPFB is a neato bookstore, and the author, for all his professed nervousness in front of a crowd, did an excellent job, both with the reading and fielding questions later on.

By the way, if you're feeling generous, I've added the book to my wishlist. You might get one for yourself while you're at it. It's a good 'un.

PS: Jish and I did not leave in a cloud of dust - we would have stood in line to get books signed if we'd thought of buying the book before the reading - deciding to buy the book when there are already 50+ people standing in line ... well, we hadn't had dinner yet and it was getting late. But I did manage to get Women, a book I've wanted since I saw the museum exhibit in January, for a mere $24, instead of the $75 it was selling for back then. There's many benefits to waiting.

The more sobering part of a Friday: Reaper

A Friday morning chuckle: Capital F

Thursday, April 25

I am well-known for my non-confrontational nature. Truly. I own a truck with at least 10 vertical scrapes along the passenger side front panel because the jackass who used to park next to me when I lived in an apartment in San Francisco would open the door to his huge van till it hit my car, and then slide his equally huge bulk out of the van, causing the door to dig these marks into my paint job. I knew he did it. I even saw him do it. Did I say anything? Did I do anything? Nope. I just got real mad, worried my (then)boyfriend, and plotted what I would do if ... if ... if I had any spine whatsoever.

So yeah. I don't pick fights with people. I rarely even tell them when I'm upset with them. Not only that, I get nervous and upset when other people do anything remotely confrontational that doesn't even involve me! I can't watch fighting on tv for very long.

These last few years have been a learning experience for me in the business world. For the first time, I have a retirement plan, I have responsibility, and I go to meetings. Meetings are tough for me sometimes. I still haven't learned to stand up for myself unless someone else has already made my point for me. And when there's confrontation, it can make me curl up in my chair and hide my head (not quite figuratively).

Even when there's no confrontation, I get stressed out by meeting interactions. The one action that most bothers me is talking over someone else. In my world, this is extremely rude and shows a lack of respect for others' ideas. And if the other person gets too upset, they might turn into Rambo.

Today I was in a meeting, and three of the 5 people talking would not allow anyone else to finish a sentence.

I'm still a little tense.

A Paean to Grad Students

A piece on balance in graduate school. [via Brian] A very relevant piece, for those of us who endured it. Relevant to anyone, I think, who is trying to make more of themselves while also trying to maintain the day-to-day lives everyone else leads.

Personally, I had a hard time in grad school. A really really hard time. Returning to school meant moving away from everything I knew: my first apartment, my boyfriend, my college friends, a good job, and moving to a place I detested, enduring with practically no support network, hating the job I took because I thought I couldn't find anything better. And to top it all off, the boyfriend broke up with me about 2 months after I left.

Every damn week, I thought about quitting. I disliked school. Rather, I disliked homework. Classes were great. I liked going to class, listening and taking notes. It was the projects that always hung over my head that bothered me. I could never do anything without thinking "You know, there's that book/paper you should be reading/writing." Always. It leeched the pleasure out of everything I did for three years.

But I didn't quit, because quitting would have made all the pain I had gone through meaningless. That, my friends, was the only reason I stayed there. Not because I was passionate about the work, not because I even liked the work. But because I had already put too much effort into it to turn away.

I'm happy I stayed with it, and finished, but that last semester was the toughest of all. I was seriously depressed, constantly running through scenarios in my head in which I wouldn't have to finish, but it wouldn't be my fault. Most of them involved serious injury to myself, or a devastating illness. I was shocked later to look back and remember the thoughts that went through my head on a minute-to-minute basis during those months. And I had friends, a good job, and a family that supported me, both emotionally and financially. I cannot imagine what other people go through who don't have that.

People who go through graduate school deserve respect, regardless of their circumstances. Most of the people in my program were returning students - people who had been out of school for 15 years or more and wanted to improve their circumstances through education. Some of them drove from as far away as Sacramento to San Jose to attend classes. I had it easy by comparison, and I'm very aware of this. I wish them all well, and I hope that they felt the experience was worth the effort they put into it.

A course in Swedish cursing

This will come in handy around the office, where I'm surrounded by Swedish programmers who like to speak in their own language ... I'm sure to curse and rail in such a way that no one else in the office can understand them. [via DivingRocks]

I get my daily dose of harrumph! Don't you?

Tonight there's a Read and Feed, co-sponsored by at A Clean Well-Lighted Place for Books. Please come and see/hear all about Jonathan Safran Foer's debut novel, Everything is Illuminated.

More importantly, come and support, get some good grub, and feel all cultured and sh*t stuff.

A Clean Well Lighted Place for Books
601 Van Ness Ave., San Francisco
Thursday, April 25, 6:45pm

In the words of Kevin, our intrepid leader, "Reception kicks off at 6:45, Jonathan hits the stage around 7:30, and the whole shmeer usually lasts until about 9."

First Lines, A Sort of Literacy Test

Fun, fun, fun! [via Twistypants]

Wednesday, April 24

James pointed to an article on Evolutionism Propaganda that defies words. Let me just give a tidbit here for ya:
Take for example Apple Computers, makers of the popular Macintosh line of computers. The real operating system hiding under the newest version of the Macintosh operating system (MacOS X) is called... Darwin! That's right, new Macs are based on Darwinism! While they currently don't advertise this fact to consumers, it is well known among the computer elite, who are mostly Atheists and Pagans. Furthermore, the Darwin OS is released under an "Open Source" license, which is just another name for Communism. They try to hide all of this under a facade of shiny, "lickable" buttons, but the truth has finally come out: Apple Computers promote Godless Darwinism and Communism.
There are many more gems from this stereotyping, unthinking, paranoid author, but I'll let you find them yourself.

Finally, someone gets my tagline.

How come everyone acknowledges the need for and the benefits of a specification document, but no one feels the need to write one? Or at least to order someone else to write one?

Presenting ... lil gabby brown - And the captions are the best (my favorite is the Spock one).

Another sentiment you don't hear often:
Let me change and mutate into an shriveled old man, but do it slowly so I can at least meet a woman to shrivel with me. Together, we shall eat prunes and read runes and sashay over dunes in white robes while not wearing underwear in glorious arid climates with many oases.

We should all be so lucky to experience this (of course, if you're a woman, then you want to mutate into a shriveled old woman, finding a man to shrivel with you ... but the idea's the same). Good luck, Tim!

A solution to cell phone rudeness. I like it. [via JillMatrix]

Tuesday, April 23

Bummer. is no more. [via Tim]

As it seems as though many people around me are having kids, or are hooking up in anticipation of having kids, the new neato site of the day is raising hell : a new genre in parenting. I like it.

Change of a different sort is in the air. I'm taking steps to take control of my life, to make changes that matter to me. Hopefully, this will result in a healthier, wealthier (or at least not as in-debtier), more efficient, and better corresonded Booboo.

I got up and in to work an hour ealier than usual. This means I can leave an hour earlier at the end of the day. Which means I have more time to do other stuff. And I'm definitely ditching the cable.

In a state where we're sorta country (who thinks of California as country? But we are about as west as you can get on the mainland, and we do have horses and cows in abundance, hence the need for "cowpeople"), with a lot of wannabe cowpeople, the term transwestite applies very often here too.

Only it's not just during big events. Oh no. Go into any small town a sufficient distance from a city and you'll find people like this everywhere. All the time. Mostly at country bars. [via Shannon]

Something you don't hear very often:
.... I could delight in the notion that presidents, prime ministers, famous actors, brilliant scientists, talented writers, professionals, millionaires, etc... could see my face daily in their mail, if not lick and stick it on an envelope directly....
-- Min Jung

Via Ilana
"...Those who fight as terrorists rule as terrorists. People who deliberately target the innocent never become leaders who protect freedom and human rights. When terrorists seize power, they invariably set up the darkest of dictatorships--whether in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan or Arafatistan..."
-- Benjamin Netanyahu, The Root Cause of Terrorism

Monday, April 22

Oh yeah, and this week, from April 22nd to 28th, is TV Turnoff Week.

Hard to do, as I'd already been thinking about several shows I want to see this week.

On the other hand, I really need to get to the gym and make use of that rather sizable fee that I give them every month. And my outside plants needs to be tended, and my room needs to be cleaned, and, and, and ...

Darn it. I was free of the tv for a long time ... I think I went back partly out of loneliness and partly because my apartment is so well-suited to watching tv - the couch and comfy chair are positioned directly in front of the tv, the light slants in without a glare on the screen, and, well, it's the first thing I think of doing when I get home from work.

No more. The tv will not be turned on this week. I have too much else to do with my life to spend it in front of the boob-tube (a term my mother uses often).

A fascinating overview of vintage cigarette & tobacco ads, aptly named "Truth in Advertising". [via Twistypants]

Hoopla is back, sorta. Hopefully not to be sold out from under her again: The Historical Present

As Dave says, "Weird."

Don't ask, don't tell, in action. And congratulations to the happy couple. Sounds like it was a great time!

I saw an Indian movie this weekend, Lagaan. I don't think it was supposed to be a historical account of anything but the trials and tribulations of the Indian population during the British occupation, but it did educate me in one respect. I now know how the game of cricket is played. This makes me feel better about the game, as I used to see it as just a wimpy form of baseball. Good movie.

I'm still wondering how to feel about the fact that my announcement, such as it was, garnered a mere 21 comments (thanks, you guys!), while his got him 61.

I guess this is what it means to date an internet rock star.

Hey, wait. Does that make me a groupie?

I haven't even read anything yet, but I love As someone who'd like a new design in these here parts, I love this one.

Anil has updated the KICK page and it looks great. The only thing I'd ask for next year is a sunscreen sponsorship. You know, for those of us who forget to bring it with us.

Apparently, I also peaked during the 80s. Funny that, I thought the 90's were my best decade. [via Derek]

Friday, April 19

After reading this, I'm going to add Andre to my A-List.

FlightTracker is my friend.

The blog about the blog:

I find myself without a darn thing to say today. That happens when there's nothing to complain about. All is well. More than well, in fact.


So, what would you like to talk about?

The Mousetrap
I was a plum, now I'm a raisin. Raisins are sweeter.

Thursday, April 18

Dr. Kamaraj Answer's

Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 06:00:57 -0500
Name: sam, Age: 21, Gender: M, Place:
Question: 5
I have one ball. There is any problem in sex in future life ?


[via Davezilla]

Better Off Dead, one of the greatest movies EVER, is now available for preorder in DVD format.

You can get me a copy when it's released July 16, 2002. Just a thought.

And for those wondering how the budding romance is going so far: He's in Birmingham! (For those Americans lacking in geography skills, that's in Alabama. For those not familiar with the United States, it's really really far away from here.) As my co-worker so kindly pointed out, that's not the ideal way to start one of these relationship thingies.

No worries here. After a year of trying to make up his mind, I'm pretty sure he's coming back.

There are two sides to every story. I prefer Mena's.

Jessa, don't read this. [link via Jason]

Fallen Arches. Apparently McDonalds is losing money. Hunh. Can't say that I'm all that sorry. [via Evhead].

Wednesday, April 17

Screw thunder.

I've got a silly grin too. Mmwwwaaah!

More gushing later, probably.

You must watch the intro to this site. [via Kevin]

Practical Hints for World Domination I'm a little late to this bandwagon, I know. But ... better late than never, I guess.

Yum. In Barcelona, One Has Dessert and Then Dessert [via Delirious Cool]

I promised someone I wouldn't post for a while to keep from stealing his thunder.


I wonder how long I have to hold off to avoid the thunder-stealing.

Tuesday, April 16


Welcome Gabriel Timothy Brown, we've been expecting you.

Want to send a card? Try the MOMA site. I've already looked and there are three excellent cards:

Child's Cradle
Baptism Celebration
Hope, II

I'm having a hard time deciding which one to send, myself.

The outtakes (for context, refer here).

A trippy visual.

Monday, April 15

Things Other People Accomplished When They Were Your Age


Today's the last day to sign up for the discount price to participate in Bay To Breakers!!! It's fun! Sign up!

I had a good time last year.

I know this might come as a surprise to y'all, but I think might be guilty of overpackaging.

Christopher Walken has a LiveJournal. At least I think he does. Maybe it's a CW wannabe. I guess we'll see.

Jennie is Racing for the Cure next month for breast cancer. Go pledge for her!!

And what the hell happened to Davezilla?

The challenge.

The response.

Remember the ex that I write about sometimes? I must admit that in the two years that it's been since we parted ways for the final time, I've imagined running into him by accident on one of my jaunts into the City, or around our home towns. But it's been so long, and the likelihood of anything like that happening is so remote that it's often a passing thought, and certainly never taken seriously.

Well, it happened Saturday night.

My parents brought some friends with them on the Wine Train, and one of them had never really spent much time in San Francisco, so when we finished with our ice cream dinners, we decided to head down to Pier 39. You know, show him all the tourist traps. As we were heading back from watching a really bad juggling act, there he was.

It just about took my breath away. He looks exactly the same. What made me laugh, though, was that from the time we saw each other till I finally said goodbye (somewhere b/w 5 and 10 minutes), he had the classic "deer in the headlights" look. I think I handled the situation well, as did his fiancee (who I'm sure knew exactly who I was). But he was extremely uncomfortable.

It's a shame that he couldn't handle it better. He's a great guy who made a mistake a long time ago. It would be nice if he could get over it and we could be friends. We were good friends once. I could even be friends with his girlfriend - she seemed really nice.

Oh well. His loss.

Happy Tax Day!

Sunday, April 14

Um, you'd think I would have known better.

But then again, maybe not.

See, I'm a chronic, unapologetic procrastinator. I've procrastinated since grade school, but I didn't really perfect it till grad school. And it never failed me. If I had gotten less than a B on more than one or two assignments, I might have been persuaded to change my waiting ways. But it never happened and I always came through with wonderfully. My shining moment was my final project in grad school. It was the project that would make us or break us. We had two months to research and write two papers, neither of which could be more than 20 pages each. Easy, right? Passing meant that we graduated with a masters degree. Failing meant another semester of school. Bleh.

What took everyone else two months of agony to do, took me a week and a half. A couple of days of research, and 7 days solid of writing (and I do mean 7 solid days of writing - I didn't really sleep all that much). I passed.

However, just as my writing skills have suffered from neglect, so have my procrastination skills. Not to say that I don't still procrastinate. Hell, I just saw a doctor for the first time in 6 years, and that was only because I have allergies. I have yet to make an appointment to see a dentist. Friends and family know to expect me 10-15 minutes after any scheduled time. If I'm on time, then you can question how much I like you. For instance, I'm always on time for school and work :)

But I'm kinda freaking out right now about my taxes. See, I left them till today, and I didn't properly scope out how long it was going to take me to do them (the first rule of successful procrastination is to leave yourself *just* enough time to get the project done). I thought it would be easy to file online, I thought I could do this anytime. Now I'm left with no time to get someone else to do this for me, an invalid customer service number, and single copies of the forms, so I can't make any mistakes, and I don't understand some of the questions at all.

I really should have done this a few weeks ago.

Saturday, April 13

Pretty day today.

My parents are in town (which is not to say my town, but they're in San Francisco, which is town enough for me). We're going to meet at Ghiradelli Square for dinner tonight. Yep, ice cream counts as dinner for my parents sometimes. It's great being old enough that they're not telling me to eat my veggies anymore, especially those icky peas.

Friday, April 12

Waiting, waiting, waiting ... *fingers drumming on desk*

Another vague post:

Change is in the air, and this time I'm all giddy about it. I know deep down inside that there is a lot of potential for heartache here, and I don't think that all the thinking and discussing and planning that's going on is going to have any effect on that, but the possibility for a good change, an improvement to the situation ... It's worth getting giddy about.

Must come back down to earth.

No, really. Because the people involved read this, and I'm already revealing more of the inner workings of my heart than I should in writing this. I have given my opinion on the matter at hand and been told that we need to talk some more, but I can't get the fluttery feeling out of my chest and the topsy-turvy feeling out of my stomach (all emotional, nothing physiological, never fear).

So yeah. Vague. Live with it.

Thursday, April 11

Deconstructing the Blog [via Sarah]

Wow. Fakepilot : Portfolio Can't read the text, but every link leads to something interesting.

Funny Craig's List Post of the Day:

Ominous Wall Unit of DOOM

Behold! Oppressive, monolithic wall unit for sale. Constructed of an inky black melamine, this combination desk/bookshelf is fully capable of taking up two walls all to itself. This dark obelisk, this bleak and unholy construct, possesses a fearsome array of shelves and cupboards, empowering it to store everything in its path! It also includes a pull-out keyboard drawer.

Cower and fear this wall unit of sorrow, for it consumes whole IKEA bookcases like NIKLAS and IVAR to add to its mighty girth. Speak of it only in whispers; it is much taller than you.

Its owner has managed to subdue the beast by splitting it into four identical pieces, but once those pieces are reunited, the world will once again tremble before this, the colossus of wall units.

Dinah pointed out Buskpay -- A Unified Donation System to me today. Seems a pretty neat system for making the act of donating easier.

I saw another one today, but the problem with compulsive surfing is that I often forget the source of the sites that I see. So if I lose one, I tend to lose the other. *sigh*

Cat Attack Now Described As 'Hate Crime'
A ... man who is suing the city of Escondido because his dog was attacked by a cat inside a city library, now says the attack was a hate crime.
Espinosa ... said that the sudden attack terrified him and triggered panic attacks that continue to torment him.
[via Full TP]

Wednesday, April 10

Another AIM moment:

JessaJune: Oy. This is a parent thing I don't understand. You may have control over kids when they're KIDS, but when they're adults, you really ought to let go, let them be their own people.

JessaJune: It seems to me other people's parents seem to get this, but mine don't.

Booboolina: No, other peoples' parents don't get this. Few parents do.

Booboolina: probably 97% of all parents try to maintain some control over their childrens' lives long after the children have moved on. Probably the only time they stop is when their kids start having kids. It's weird to start bossing around people who have kids.

JessaJune: Hmm, that may be one of the best arguments I've ever heard for having children. ;)

If I had something to sell, I'd want Michel Gondry to make the commercial. Wow. [via Matt]

Tuesday, April 9

Min Jung as the Virgin. I almost fell off my chair laughing. Hahahohoheehee!

Ha! When Office Supplies Attack [via Brad]

Remember the doll I brought home the other night? My bestest friend from Texas is in town and spent the night on my couch last night. I had turned on the heater so that she would be warm, and thought it would be a good idea to move the doll away from the vent to the other side of the room so that her hair wouldn't melt. I went about my going-to-bed routine and came back out into the living room to help put the sheets and blankets on the futon, and found the doll in the dining room. I looked at my friend in confusion, and she said that having the doll where I had put her freaked her out, like the doll was watching her. Since she could still see the doll from the couch, she went over and moved her again ... behind the dining room table, in a corner by the bookcase.

Yeah, that doll's going to find herself a permanent spot in the closet real darn soon.

Flowers and Friends

Tip #1: Buy flowers for your friends. ....
Tip #2: Don't buy ready-made bouquets. ....
Tip #3: It doesn't have to cost much. ....

There's more to this post worth reading. I buy flowers for myself, 'cause no one else does, and it brings a lot of joy to my daily life. I'll have to start thinking about giving the same joy to others.

My father sent this to me this morning. Blame him.
These friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair.

He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him.

So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to "persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close up shop. Terrified, they did so, proving that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars.

Monday, April 8

Food coma.

Paintings of MJ. Holy cow. [via Anil]

Random Monday notes:

At some point, Logitech mice/trackballs/whatehaveyou cease to work for no readily apparent reason.

Ernie has a new game going. If you're single, try it out.

Eric's a daddy, again!! Congratulations!

Heather has a neato new look, as does Bryan. Woweee!

Sunday, April 7

So, um, timely: daylight savings sucks i can't adjust to an hour

I've watched too many Twilight Zones in my lifetime.

Several years ago, my great-aunt took up painting porcelain dolls, fixing their hair and making clothes for them. All of her creations are beautiful and probably worth a great deal, considering how much work went into them.

So anyway, although I was expecting nothing from her estate, my cousin asked me if I wanted any of the dolls my Aunt Margaret had made. At first, I said no, convinced they weren't my style, whatever I chose would end up in a box in my closet, why deprive someone else who would get more joy out of them? But as the weekend progressed and I had to sleep in a room surrounded by them, I began to think that maybe it would be nice to have a keepsake, something to remember my aunt by.

So I packed up what I thought was the prettiest (and least lacy and floofy) of the lot this morning and began my trek to the Bay area. On the way, I had to stop for gas and the kid who washed my window started asking me questions about my passenger (I had her seat-belted in for safety ... and maybe an extra "passenger" to help along in the carpool lanes). He made the comment that dolls like these and clowns freaked him out. It wasn't till after talking to him that I realized that dolls like these can be a little freaky, especially for those of us raised on a steady diet of "what-if" tv programs, showing terrifying visions of inanimate objects come to life to bring fear into the lives of their unsupecting owners.

I brought her into the house tonight, and spent about 5 minutes getting her dress organized and her hair set just right ... and I kept waiting for her eyes to blink, her head to turn to watch me pass, or her lips to move ... I even imagined what her voice would sound like and what she would say.

I am now thoroughly freaked out and I dread every time I have to walk by her. I'm going to find a big box for her and she's going to find a permanent spot in the closet. And I know that I'll still think about her trying to get out of there. *shiver* Damn my overactive imagination.

I watched waaaaaay too much Twilight Zone as a kid.

Saturday, April 6

Interesting weekend - I drove to my parents' Thursday night, picked up my grandma Friday morning and drove to LA. This morning was the funeral, and the rest of the day has been spent hanging out with family, reliving old times and getting to know everyone all over again. There's a joke I heard long ago: What's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral? There's one less person partying at the funeral. It's so true here. We know that we're here for a sad reason, to send off a woman who brought only joy to everyone she met. But at the same time, in lieu of weddings and planned family reunions, this is the prime opportunity for everyone to gather together and catch up, and we're making the most of it.

This weekend has also reinforced my determination to never, ever live in LA again. The traffic is a fact of life, more so than ever the Bay area. The smog is awful. The urban sprawl is enormous. If I didn't have family here, I'd never visit. *sigh* What a martyr I am. But the family makes it all worthwhile.

As a sidenote, a list of ways to make me not like you upon first meeting you:
Use foul language at the same table my grandmother's sitting at.
Flip the bird while she's looking on.
Advocate the theft of public property (in a family of law enforcement officers, no less).

I've also decided that I don't particularly like funerals (surprise!). I understand the need for them, but I don't like 'em.

Ok, my cousin is getting anxious for his computer and I've had my fix now. See y'all back in the Bay area on Monday!

Thursday, April 4

Spam sucks, and the people who send it are weird

So I've started to get those emails titled "I went to your webpages-" The url cited in the subject line used to be my main index page. But since Monday, I've gotten about 5 of these messages, and the urls are all subpages, including archive pages and my about and recently pages.

That was the first weird thing.

The second weird thing is that I came in this morning to an email from JessaJune telling me that she had gotten an email with the same subject line - not for her site, but for mine. She is now getting my spam.

So I decided that the pain caused by following the link in the email couldn't compare to the satisfaction of getting in touch with someone and letting them know that if they did some research before they sent out email like this, they might get a more favorable return on their investment in the spam software. And it didn't have an identifier in the link, so they wouldn't know that it came from this email, so ...

I went to the link. It was just a form to fill out to get more information. So I went to the main index page. Weird thing #3: The only thing there is selected text from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and a poem by Dr. Zieba Shorish-Shamley.

Still no contact information. Jessa suggested that it might be a distractionary tactic. It's worked.

This site is best viewed with computer on

Wednesday, April 3

Ya know, I find it a constant hassle to always have to spell out my domain name.

Them: so what's your site?


Them: *puzzled look* What?

Me: It's B-O-O (pause) B-O-O (pause, then quickly) L-I-N-A.

I don't want to imagine the hassle of trying to tell someone that my site is at

How many O's are those??

For fans of Bejeweled, they've come out with a new version: E.T. Bejeweled. It's cute. Give it a try.

My new desktop: Still Life before an Open Window: Place Ravignan

A found alphabet.

Another anti-telemarketing tactic. Teehee.

Recent email exchange, April 1, 2002: can u send me a picture of the olsen twins asley and mary-kate in nude

me: What will you give me? YOU MUST HAVE A PICTURE OF THE OLSEN TWINS NAKED!!!!!!1

me: I didn't say that I didn't. I asked you what you were going to give me. what u want

me: Naw, naw, naw ... you must have known you'd have to give something up to get what you want. What were you willing to donate to the cause? Hmmm?? not money

me: What, then? NUDE PICS

me: So you'd give me the same thing I'd give you? What nude pics specifically would you send? Ostriches? Moose? Hamsters?

Try explaining yourself a little more clearly next time. It might move this process along a bit faster. of me or other people or both

me: Wow, you want to see Mary Kate or Ashley that bad? What makes you think I would have the images you're looking for?

Do you have a website that I can look at and see if I'd want nude pics of you? no, but search in {type in mary-kate and asley olsen twins naked}

me: [editor's note: at this point, I wrote a long and witty reply, detailing what a search for those terms resulted in on my site (including going through my archives on my hard drive), which was nothing. then yahoo ate it. this is what I came up with afterward]

Tried it, didn't work.

Do it again and give me the link it shows ya, will ya? I have gone through *all* of my archives and I get nothing on mary (except maryland and some chick who said words of wisdom), kate, mary-kate, asley, ashley, olsen, or twins. Naked is a fruitful search, but it has nothing to do with the twins, but with other twisted search requests I've gotten. has yet to respond.

Tuesday, April 2

Found for a suffering friend: Voodoo Doll

Lotsa fun!

The Birds, the Bees, and Oh Geez

I thought it went pretty well. There's things I think should have expanded on or explained better, but there's sure to be more events like this.
The one thing I want her to understand above all, and I've said it to her many times and this time too, is to respect her body and herself. If I can teach her that one thing, the rest should hopefully fall into place.
I guess that's all any of us can hope for, isn't it?

Gosh darnit. I had to have one of those doctor's appointments this morning, then discovered that one of my tires is cracking 2 days before a longish trip and two weeks before payday, and now I come in and Trillian is treating me like I've just downloaded it and have to go through the whole setup process again. WTF?!?!

On the other hand, the appointment wasn't as bad as I'd been anticipating, the truck has new oil! My engine won't explode! And the leftovers I just had for lunch were really good.

Yeah, it's one of those days. The one with gray clouds and silver linings (I can always find 'em - the clouds and the linings, that is).

Monday, April 1

Via Dinah, who is cool enough to warn everyone about this:
Yahoo Opts Out Of Being Cool

Thanks to Gary at the Balboa Theatre (whose little newsletter is great) for this warning:

On March 28, Yahoo! Groups set everyone's account to the "Have your advertisers send me mail" option no matter what folks had previously elected as their preference. Because this has gone from an opt-in service to an opt-out one, if you are a member of a Yahoo! Groups-based email list (or, I assume, if you have a Yahoo! e-mail account) and have no desire to surrender your inbox to a deluge of mail from Yahoo!'s advertisers, you have to tell them that you don't want this mail within 60 days -- if you don't say anything, they will just send it.

Here's how to do it:
- Go to Yahoo Groups ( and sign in.
- Go to My Groups and click on Account Info, verify your password if it asks you to, which will bring up your Yahoo ID card.
- Click on 'Edit Your Marketing Preferences' and change all those Yes's back to No's.
- Click 'Save Changes.'
It's true. I just went to my account, and everything was marked yes. I thought something had changed somewhere, since my inbox flow has tripled in the past week, most of it spam. Grrr.

Osama's bin Bloggin', via Pamela.

Apparently the secret to Google's technology is pigeons. Hey, whatever works.
PigeonRank's success relies primarily on the superior trainability of the domestic pigeon (Columba livia) and its unique capacity to recognize objects regardless of spatial orientation. The common gray pigeon can easily distinguish among items displaying only the minutest differences, an ability that enables it to select relevant web sites from among thousands of similar pages.

By collecting flocks of pigeons in dense clusters, Google is able to process search queries at speeds superior to traditional search engines, which typically rely on birds of prey, brooding hens or slow-moving waterfowl to do their relevance rankings.

When a search query is submitted to Google, it is routed to a data coop where monitors flash result pages at blazing speeds. When a relevant result is observed by one of the pigeons in the cluster, it strikes a rubber-coated steel bar with its beak, which assigns the page a PigeonRank value of one. For each peck, the PigeonRank increases. Those pages receiving the most pecks, are returned at the top of the user's results page with the other results displayed in pecking order.
[via MeFi]

Update on the April Fools jokes:

eBay and Metafilter (which doesn't look like what Jish lifted anymore).

Whew! It's after Lent now and I can finally post during the day. Ha!

Best tributes to April Fools:




And Eric has decided to move the focus of his site to cows, cows, cows.

And this has nothing to do with the first of April, but I thought it was worth mentioning: Celebrity Soundboards [via Unxmaal]

Cars, computers, and money.

What do they all have in common? The depths of stress and angst to which I am plunged when I'm having issues with them.

I apologize again to everyone I snapped at (or seemed distant to in an attempt not to snap at them or start crying into their drinks) this weekend as I dealt with the second most annoying car I have ever had the displeasure of driving.

And I think I forever shattered whatever sweet-girl-who-never-swears image that a lot of people were holding of me whenever I could hold it together long enough to tell them of my car troubles Saturday night. Min Jung, Sarah and Jane, thanks for listening.

And there's some sort of snaill/slug in the car I drove into work today. The trail it left all over the passenger side of the car was enough for me. I will never drive a "Bug" again. Blech!

"The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year."

- Mark Twain
[via Dan]