Dude
Yahoo mail isn't working.
WTH? A big reason to migrate from hotmail to d@mningh*ll was to avoid the 'server is busy' error messages. Now all I'm getting is "The page cannot be displayed". I'm not sure which irritates me more. grrr.
Oh well. I was going to send a nyc-peep my flight itinerary...but then I realized there was no need to provide my last known location since my immediate family is aware of my travel. Has anyone checked a bag post January? Every time I've flown I only had carryons to deal with. Do you now put a lock on your suitcase? Is that how it works?
Hrm.
What not to say in conversation
"I'm flying in tomorrow night and plan to crash. (Planes drain me of energy.)"
What I meant to say was 'sleep'. Geesh.
Talk about sensitivity people.
So check it out, I'm leaving for a long weekend tomorrow. My flight isn't until Noon, but I'm leaving the burbs in the wee hours of the morning to train it into to Jamaica and then JFK. There's a neato-mosquito bus you can grab for $5 that takes you straight to your terminal. (I guess it's a good thing I've done this before:) Fingers crossed the snow stays minimal so I can stay on schedule. taa-taa!
Get out
They didn't change their mind.
I'm set for some sun in the near future:)
And I'm staying at a golf resort. Snort. What a waste on me.
Activities
The perfect job for Cristina: Being Paid to Blog on a Movie Set.
For those already familiar with match.com: blinddateblog
Write a blog: Get Fired
eh.
Vino
Anyone who happens to be on the west side @ 70th st should check out free wine tasting with tango dancers. I'm curious what that entails:)
OH poo. That event passed already. I mistakenly assumed only live events were still showing on the localwineevents's calendar.
BUT there is free wine on east 5th st; Bordeaux and pate. Come on!
For me......drink.
;)
It's times like this
That I wished this site was password protected, and I could say anything I wanted knowing full well who my audience consisted of.
Hmm.
But I am going west for a long weekend.
Yay!
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG
Remember the phone interview I took early Jan for the position in SD?
Well, there flying me out for an interview Monday.
NO sh*t.
Numbers
So I'm not smart enough to read the Long Island newspaper to discern winning Lotto numbers. Having just explained this to a friend on the phone and then with my family after dinner, I'm still puzzled.
Saturdays we usually pick up a ticket and check Sunday. So I look in Newsday (not the most worldly of papers) and rip out the corner that applies. The lotto quick pick we purchased has two games for a buck. There are six numbers per game.
Scanning the games played the 22nd we have:
- Midday New York Numbers - 325
- Midday New York Win 4- 3098
- New York Numbers - 364
- New York Win 4 - 2429
- New York Pick 10 - 3,8,9,11,12,20,23,29,30,36,44,58,59,60,62,63,70,74,75,76
- New Jersey Pick 3 - 177
- New Jersey Pick 4 - 3081
- New Jersey Cash 5 - 3,7,25,33,38
- New Jersey Lotzee - 26,52,56,73
The numbers for the previous day are also listed beneath this jumble. This I understand.
We purchased the ticket in LI. So NJ numbers are out.
(WTH is Lotzee anyway?)
I have only two-digit numbers and six per game. So that leaves New York Pick 10 in the running. But even if you add my two games (which are separate entities) I'd have twelve numbers, not ten.
WTH?
So online I go. (Thank goodness for computers)
We matched one number out of the two games. Easy to figure out. Darn. Zilch. Try again next time.
Here's what must only suck for the person who did win on Saturday. (No Jackpot Prize Winners in the $9,000,000.00 Drawing) They matched 5 out of 6 numbers and?
Second prize. Sounds promising right?
Second prize pays $88,696.00.
I am by no means scoffing at nearly 90K before taxes for a one dollar bet. But to come *so* close and miss millions? Yowzer.
Artful Spending
Ages ago I read an article in the WSJ on how to save $ while dining. iDine.com, Restaurant.com and DinnerBroker.
I finally remember and check out the membership options.
I've only looked at Restaurant.com and I'm astounded. If you pay up front for a gift certificate you essentially pay half.
So....
Dinnerbroker allows you to punch in party size and date & wammo, a matrix of restaurants and their discounts show. (There's a fee for booking a table, but not always.) Often 10, 15, 20% comes straight off your bill.
The other really neat thing about the sites is the open information regarding fix-priced dinners. (Or as I prefer to horrify my cosmopolitan friends) early birds:)
And here's the craziest thing: Restaurant.com has many of the 1/2 price gift certificates on eBay! (Right now a
$25 gift certificate at O'Fanagans is at a buck - plus the $1 handling fee - but for last minute dining how can you go wrong?) Dude! How could I have been sleeping. There are tons of places to experiment but that you hold off on when the review is questionable, or it the menu is different. But for such a steep discount....come on! Yay!
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Halloooooo. Well, gee. This sounds swell! What am I waiting for?
*eyeroll*
On one hand monster and the hotjobs of the world have brought so many good things...but then this kind of cr*p shows up. Blah.
Playtime
How much time does everyone simply fritter away when they first boot up? In between checking email and surfing the top news, I inevitably find myself downloading new software or surfing 'missed connections' (-not- that I'm seeing that much in LI). I turned on the computer at 3:05 and the first fifteen (note: after posting this message i realized I was pushing thirty minutes & I'm still "not done") are purely not productive for my schedule. Today I started reading Craigslist's job market forum. (kind of lame, but zip! five minutes gone.)
I am awake after a marathon sleep session yesterday. I went to sleep somewhere around 8ish a.m. and woke up around 3...showered (throwing water is worse than going to the gym)...ate dinner...read the paper...watched Alias (guess I missed alot while I was with A&P*)...bed again. My body is sorer than it has been in ages. My butt literally hurts to sit on as does most of my lower back. I am weak;)
* Anyone else remember A&P's? I can't believe it didn't occur to call Alison and Perrin that before.
Thanks for the giggle
Trisha found an inflatable church on Dave Barry's site. Let the Brits continue their product innovations. As the site states, talk about a mobile wedding.
Oh, and I forgot
When you're walking through the 3 foot high piles of snow in the backyard, try losing your balance and landing spread eagle face down. Really, it's such a joy. And since the backyard lights were on in full force I'm sure a neighbor or two had the pleasure of watching me thrash about in a desperate attempt to get up.
Flood Warning
Okey doke. For those of you privy to the baseflood of two summers ago, let me tell you how much worse it can be.
Let it snow.
A lot.
Then let it rain.
Then let the temperature rise.
Watch your front and backyards become swimming pools, with a depth ranging from 4" to 14". Try walking through snow (only to then discover your boots aren't as waterproof as you thought) to the shed to dig through the dark and find hoses and buckets.
THEN (just for fun) do all of this *before* a flood. I say this now b/c I know what a basement with 3 inches of water looks like.
Sweet bejeesus, that sucked. At 6.30 we realized there was water flooding the lowest level of the house. Quick! Run, pick things up, use a pump and push some water out. Wait! The pump breaks. The man in the house spents an hour driving to Lowes, Home Depots and the assorted contract supply vendors. But there's no pumps left. (Apparently other people are dealing with the same amount of water.) Soooooo we have continual process of removing water from the rain drain thing next to the basement windows until tomorrow a.m. HOpefully Sunday's sun will let us find a pump so we can work on the backyard. (And what? put a hose to the sewer drain in the street? I dunno.) But like clockwork I need to go to the basement every 40 minutes to fill a bucket from the window. Today I have shoveled more wet heavy snow than is healthy, thrown lots of heavy items, and bent over more than I have in years. My back is not happy. Neither am I. To entertain myself this evening I'm going to dig out the foot bath and the paraffin dipper.
So when you ask me how my weekend was I can honestly tell you it sucked.
Grmph.
Naps rock
A little bit of sleep, after whipping up a sensational mouth-watering breakfast feast, hit the spot.
Man, I feel gooooood.
Signage
D'ya ever pay attention in a store?
Do we really need a breakdown of pencils into: wood and mechanical?
The love affair
...with my new printer has come to a sudden abrupt stop.
Actually, it never made it out of the box. The old, tired, sick I-refuse-to-print-normally HP made a miraculous recovery and is now shooting out ink fine. SO back goes the newbie until there is a need for an upgrade. (Or i can afford a fancy printer.)
Instead we're going to increase my monitor size. My not-so-helpful-brother had swapped my 17' with papa's crappy squint so you can see anything NEC in the few unsupervised days I left him alone back in December. (Men.) Since I already paid for a good monitor I don't really feel bad about the new one on the horizon being funded by someone other than myself. (Is that bad? I mean, I know I should want to share but dammit, I miss having superfluous desktop real estate.)
Fingers crossed this happens sooner than later. When I've been working on spreadsheets I've had to resort to using a disk (!) to carry information over to the other household computer. OH! And the NEC has one incredibly annoying feature: a rounded screen. I prefer flat. Snort. I've become a snob. Alright. I need some breakfast to balance the wine and whisky from last night. (Yes, that's what I said. I got very tipsy from one glass of wine during dinner. To the astonishment and delight of my family the whisky I then proceeded to consume made me think I was funnier than I was.)
brb.
I live in a bubble
And must be very close minded, because I find the following invitation to be hilarious:
I would like to invite you to a small group session with Eikon, a channeled being. Participants from December’s gathering were very enthusiastic about what Eikon had to tell them.
Eikon is a “high level spirit guide” who speaks directly through a “clairvoyant channel,” a man named Robert Davidson. (Eikon is pronounced like “icon”)
HERE IS HOW IT WORKS
You don’t need to do anything. We just sit there and wait for Robert to change personalities as Eikon enters his body (about 5 seconds).
Next, the ball is in your court to ask any question you want. As a spirit guide from the other side, Eikon’s answers are invariably interesting and helpful, and sometimes downright transformative.
I would like to invite you to a small group session with Eikon, a channeled being. Participants from December’s gathering were very enthusiastic about what Eikon had to tell them.
Eh? I mean really. I worked in the same open office with the sender of the email, and somehow I've made it on her personal distribution list. (No, this isn't the quasi-cult member.) Although I find it touching to be in the same group as her friends, this kind of mail is obviously not for me. (How awful is it that my first thought was to attend so that I could see the inside of another Manhattan apartment?)
Word Jumble
So my brother posts to his very own blog today the following:
NCTAMS PAC DET DIEGO GARCIA.
I wonder how people in the military speak to each other. That's what they call his base. (Naval Computer and Telecommunications Area Master Station Pacific Detachment Diego Garcia)
Oh dear
I have a new crush to compete with Viggo M.:
Bobby Cannavale
Sounding like a star struck fan:
sigh
Friday friday.
So the self-prescribed cocktail of equate (the generic brand of nyquil) has been working wonders to let me sleep soundly at night. A big deal in the fact that I wake refreshed and before 4pm.
Last night was frenzied, yet satisfying. I put a show and dance on for the students who I presume feel like they're getting their money's worth. Never mind that I spoon fed what was already in the content. Forget if you will, that I've said almost everything already in the bulletin boards. But hey, they hung around for the show.
Please.
I did give them insight into their big project and led them on a store visit (which translates to their homework). Whatever. If I ever teach this again, I've done enough grunt work to have the course set on cruise control going forward. (Well, after the six weeks are up. We're mid-hump now.)
So this morning I rise to more horrifying and senseless deaths, this time in RI. The tragedies over TX and in Korea and Chicago (separate but somehow related - not counting Staten Island) had already saddened, as have the continuing reports out of Colombia. CNN and the like have comingled worlds so far apart in an almost seamless effort to bring pain and suffering to my living room. I watch transfixed and wait for 'breaking news'. It can't be healthy as New York magazine, titled "Anxiety" tells me. (Somehow their system has overlooked my non-renewal. Yay. Small win for moi.)
I had a point when I started. Right. Got it now. So I tune into my friend's blog to see how the folks in NJ are doing. Deciding that "r.i...p" wasn't quite the tone I was in the mood to read, I clicked on an associated blog,quinnmacdonald. (My techology superior acquaintences score brownie points for knowing things that mush my brain; e.g. scripts.) Anyway. From this click trail I find an anthrax attack could easily present itself.
Feh.
Need more tea.
Going to grade papers (after I call about the goody bag event).
Broadband sucks
No, actually, sites with insufficient planning for traffic suck. I missed my fast window of opportunity to use the online course today and logged in during peak post-dinner hours. Now it's taking minutes for pages to load. This reminds me of dial up. Come on. It's ridiculous.What should take 10 minutes ends up taking an hour, which really is distressing. The amount of admin time is ludicrous, which reminds men, a TA should be stepping in to perform. However, my TA never showed and I'm out of luck. *eyeroll*
Forced Labor
I miss having a super to clean walkways. Here's the house.
Hallo
What part of "please use this email alias" do people not understand?? I refer to an academic contact which is either not understanding my explicit requests or ignoring me. Grrr. Dumas.
Snow Evil
And more importantly, heavy. At least I got some cardio out of the day. My goodness, white fluffy powder it is not.Tonight I think I'm going to tackle pajamas. Blue plaid ones.
Snow
And yes it did. Two feet and then some. It's pretty.
Sticky Tape
Right. Inspired by the pile on my bed, I started organizing the piles next to my desk. (Need to make room for the printer switch tomorrow. Remember, my office is in my closet. Well, half of it.)
With horror I remembered the set of purchases I forgot to make today:
... Tape (we're not ready without it)
... A new manual can opener
... and womanly things
After reading FEMA's Are You Ready? pdf, I realized we had many of the outlined items. (Mind you, none are 'at hand' for immediate "grab and go" but we're working on it. Or should be.) Realizing that our electrical can opener wasn't going to cut it if the power goes out, we decided we'd feel like fools if an emergency broadcast system instructed us to start taping windows up.
Back in the day when Shoreham was a legitimate concern, we worried about evacuation routes. Now we're openly discussing how long we'd wait before drowning ourselves either in the pool or a bottle of whisky. (Sidenote: My parents still decided not to move from Suffolk county after the Legislature flatly declared in a 15-1 vote that the county could not be safely evacuated. Go Mom and Dad. And they wonder why the electricity bills are so high. This as my Dad makes it an Olympic sport to bathe the house with as much lighting as possible.)
Today I'm most concerned about maintaining my level of stockpiled plastic applicators because I care about making my next period comfortable. (Tampax copy.)
In all seriousness, what we're decidedly lacking includes:
... flares (? how many?)
... waterproof matches
... a tube tent (?? WTH is that??)
... and copies of personal records in waterproof baggies
Lack of preparations stems from many reasons. But I'll look for our stockpile of DD batteries and a new can opener tomorrow.
Wee hours
No idea why I'm wide awake at this hour, but I am. And in anticipation of today, I'm surfing eBay territory. I have a few coats and assorted paraphenalia to hopefully make a profit on. Recalling a comment made earlier today, I checked into doggie wear. Actually, I correct myself. It's doggie apparel. My findings?
- There were by far more listings under clothing than any other category.
- Chihuahua's are the size 6 of the canine world.
- Hoods have become a fashion staple, along with reversible items.
(*I* want an Irish knit!)
- They DO sell doggie rain slickers
(See here for another.)
- Photographing doggie clothing must be harder than it sounds. All the photos I looked at looked depressed and vacant, as though waiting for a second-tier model to jump life into the item ala a vintage Sears catalog.
(Meet Chili, Supermodel. And I quote,"YOU CAN SEE SHE IS NOT RESTRICTED IN HER JACKET SHE JUST RUNS AND PLAYS..." Note the craftiness and sewing ability of pet owner [ebay alias] "ohhhhh-behave" gone wild.)
- Doggie apparel fashionistas are usually pet-friendly, and serious about web design. Note the many dog inspired backgrounds artistically combined with blinking functionality.
- Teachers can apparently dress their dog in cutesy-ugly sweaters too. (I'm sorry. Not all teachers automatically fall into this category. I refer to the teachers who seemingly enjoy glitter, heavy stiching and large colorful items on their frontside.)
- There's a fine line between coats and dresses.
- I've never encountered a snood before. Not saying it can't happen, just that it hasn't.
(If interested in purchase, see the original listing. Also available in brown stripes. Oh, the dilemma. Sports inspired, or does one go for something sure to cause laughter on the sidewalk?)
- The snood designer also specializes in panties
(Note the flannel lining and heart shaped pattern. Velcro for quick removal during those intimate moments.)
- Hand-me-downs are ok, so long as they're Burberry.
- I'm a bad aunt. I've already forgotten how long my four-footed friend is. It is important to know the length of a dog when shopping, as most listings included the following disclaimer,"Please measure your dog. I can not do an exchange after your dog has tried on a garment."
Oy.
Thankee thankee
Once again, my family continues to amaze me. The first live session I ran week one of the course, my printer died. I was sad, but hey, it was nothing I was about to replace. My more immediate concerns focused on screen size. I'm a space junkie. It's why nearly a third of my computer expenses when I purchased a desktop were allocated to 19 inches of viewable screen. (Due to sibling intervention - and unsupervised decision making - my beautiful monitor has established a relationship with a PC that has an embarrassingly slow chip. The word pentium is not in its vocabulary.) I've been torn about splurging (on credit of course:) for a new monitor but haven't had the guts to do so. When the printer died I was pissed, but resolved to make do with diskettes and frequent runs to the other printer in the house.
Today a brand-spanking new HP materialized in the abode. And I said earlier, my family is amazing.
Better than Christmas, the object of my affections:
HP 7150
I can NOT wait to have that puppy up and running. If I had gone out and purchased a new printer I would have skimped and focused on b&w printing. The newbie prints amazing color photo quality. There's even a photo cartridge! In the past my printers have relied on tri-color to produce images. No longer. Yay!
Zagat Scmagat
Uh, not about to shell dough out to access advanced search functionality on Zagats. Is everyone else buying in? Or is it just me? For the $14.95 I prefer either the palm app or the print edition.
Tall people unite
I'm poking around locally for information and I come across the following:RONKONKOMA - East Association of Sophisticated Talls - Meets the 2nd Friday of each month 8pm. at the Holiday Inn lounge, 3845 Veterans Memorial Hwy., Ronkonkoma. Non-members $5. Women 5'10", men 6'2". DJ and dancing to follow. Call ....
I find this funny.
Now we're talking master's level education
Anyone wanna sign up to do this with me? It falls on Mardi Gras, so that's a consideration. It sounds really interesting.
Jacko
He has spread even to Finland.
I sent out an email survey-ish thing where you answer silly questions about the inane. Normally I hit delete, but this one came from an old roommate and it was easier to run through the questions than pen a 'real' email. (I know, how horribly lame of me.)
My Finnish friend sends back a response saying she'll get back to me because she "ABSOLUTELY must watch the tv special on Michael Jackson."
sigh. Our freaks our the world's fascination.
Long winded
I think beerwineandspiritsnewsletter has got to be the longest url ever.
brain freeze
who else, who else?
This is still too funny
I betcha they're stimulated.
The caption on the photo cracks me up.
"Perfume scented objects provide a way to stimulate the animals and enrich their lives according to scientists working with the zoo's Wildlife Enrichment Program."
Hey, do you think they do something special for Valentine's?
snicker.
News my *ss
This is why watching the news is annoying. They sit around and plot how to dramatize a situation. Just reading that makes me anxious.
grr. war. and duct tape. WTH is up with that? it's not even free? the gov't is sanctioning use of tape and sticky tape and tax dollars can't even spring for a freebie? like running home and covering the windows is going to do much. I thought tape was a manhattan-centric phenomena, attributed to the heightened state of alert (wait, not my words!) the city continues to exist in. But nooooo....people in wichita are in a frenzy waiting for code orange and attacks to ensue.
Last night I learned bottled water goes bad. This from my mother. My family joked about contingency plans in the event of a serious attack. Basically we're going to drink ourselves to death if the emergency broadcast system kicks into affect. Tape? No way. Liquor? Pass the bottle.
Security
It's been over three years since I worked for a white-shoe investment bank.
Ya think they'd turn off access to their private secure web site?
Hmmm....mull that one over a bit.
But NO.
I still have access. I checked because I wanted to see what specifics I dealt with. (Sending out those cover letters.) And yes, I still can get it. *eyeroll* I told them the site was insecure no matter how many encryptions they added. If you don't maintain a clean database, you're going to allow essentially unrestricted access. Duh.
Roman times
Not knowing very much about the history of any holiday, I checked in with my dear friend Google today.
This all ties back to daydreaming that ensued when I was supposedly learning about religion. Didn't know that St. Valentine was a Catholic bishop. Didn't know that prior to the church sticking their nose in, the holiday was pagan, where lucky men drew names from a lottery box. Didn't know the girls were then sexual companions of the young men during their rite of passage. The god Lupercus must have been annoyed as well.
Hmph.
At least then you knew you were getting something. I haven't even had a box of chocolate in years;)
Good Morning Bitter Cold Friday!
And happy bleeding hearts. I fixed my body clock and slept relatively normal hours last night. Thanks ThermaFlu (with palatable apple cinnamon flavor).
Brrr. Freezing.
Orange
Not mine, not mine. But SO funny....
Like most Americans, I am frustrated and confused by the color coding terror alert system that our elected officials have devised as a warning to us poor slobs, the general public.
Okay, we've been upgraded to Orange. What am I supposed to do with that?
I mean, is it persimmon, or rust? Pumpkin or brick? How am I supposed to coordinate accessories this way?
If only Isaac Mizrahi were president. Then we'd wake up to press conferences like this:
"Good morning. The alert has been upgraded from chamois to melon. Be aware, be vigilant, go about your business as usual, and wear soft earthtones."
Then I'd be able to cope.
I would like to propose a color coding system that is much more specific, helpful and stylish. It would go something like this:
- Cinnamon - very low risk of attack. Wear your best suedes and silks with abandon.
- Indigo - slightly elevated risk. Stick with neutrals. Microfiber is a good thing.
- Pesto - more iffy. Break out the camouflage. Natural fibers only.
- Mean Reds - don't even think about it. Stay in, order take out, run the video of Breakfast At Tiffany's.
Just a modest proposal.
Be well, be alert, be well dressed.
(Thanks Trisha! That was a hoot.)
And I thought the M&M analogy was a riot.
Hey! You!
Aren't you impressed? I got out of bed in time to catch Dr. Phil.
At 3.
I know. I know.
The last two nights I've stayed up really really late. As a result, I can't get going until late. It's all screwed up. For sport I've been making students jump through hoops. They will decidedly not say the class was "too simple". I got my panties in a bunch the second session when people waited until Sunday to start working. Not even a possibililty this time around my friends. They're working. And surprisingly pulling out the stops. But I have to wonder how many of them have been doing nothing in other classes. I had one guy "inform" me that "in his day" you only had to go to class two days a week, whereas this class was making him work 7 days a week. Is it MY fault teams can't manage their time?
Uh, no. And in case you're wondering, people in the online world continue to waste oxygen by speaking simply to be heard. Blah.
Gosh I feel better venting.
Thank you for listening.
Amazing what a little bit of sleep can provide to soothe the mind. I took a killer nap earlier. Then I ate mouth watering ribs. (Food is always good:)
Now I'm strategically identifying leads and keeping track of them in a database. As much as I hate sending unsolicited resumes, off I go.
Funny things I can't forget:
- P&A being overheard mocking John Corbett by John Corbett at the Hard Rock
- seeing it rain inside
- seeing bellydancers and contortionists in a retail environment
- receiving free front row orchestra seat tickets to see Sheryl Crow (provided by tired elderly men associated with a shoe convention)
- sidestepping velvet ropes and irritating the waiting club/lounge crowds
- meeting up with a former coworker who's become shockingly domesticated
(but yet handles travel arrangements for Mariah Carey)
- dancing under fire
- seeing the city skyline from not one, but two, high vantage points
- meeting a woman named Diamond
- learning Diamond's friend named her daughter, "Your Highness" on the official birth certificate
- riding in what can only be described as a ghetto buster car (Diamond picked it up for $50)
- and laughing harder than I have in weeks
Feh. One thing for another. I need to win the lottery.
Too old...
to drive a weinermobile.
Well that sucks
I just cried so hard my eyelids turned purple. I now look like an alien and can't breathe through my nose.
The job I really wanted (and thought I might have had a chance at) isn't an option anymore. He finally called and very apologetically explained the role wasn't being created after all. And then he said A's level of responsibility was going to continue growing (to cover the sales program integration). I'm sure she'll love to hear that.
I don't feel like doing anything right now. I have email that I don't want to do deal with, bills to finangle, and, of course, the urgent need to resolve my present career crisis. This after a spectacular weekend of adventure and celebrity sighting.
BTW *now* I know why Halle B. left the scene of an accident:
Blow.
Can't exactly stick around when you're on drugs, can you? The night before last she was asking if anyone knew where she could get some. Right. whatever.
I hate when people cry. I think I needed an outlet, but I don't really feel better. I'm just disappointed. And really tired of positions being a great match and then having them disappear. And come to think of it, I really want my god damn purse back Miss LA.
Want vs. Need
Self-contained sauna
mmmmmmmmm.
I am going to kill stupid people
I swear it will happen.
What happened to the gene pool to encourage stupid people to procreate?
WHY?
SweetbejeesusI'mannoyedatpeoplewhocannotlisten.
snicker, SPF 75
In reading my brother's comment, I was vividly reminded of the FUN I had last night ala Trisha seeing Take Me Out.
Skipping past all the very very nekid buff men for a minute...
(yes.)
At one point the simply devine actor that plays Mars referred to,"People...of pallor."
And I was sandwiched right between two of them:)
Ha.
I LUVED it.
Not what I expected. Actually I didn't have much time to fill my head with preconceptions. But owe a HUGE
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
to my connection.
And yay!
My friends who could truly appreciate SPF the texture of spackling met.
Freaking Blogger
My sweet *ss it's easy publishing.
It's not working right now for my brother. I just logged in and attempted to repost/republish his comment...and guess what/???
NOTHING.
Issue Resolved: I'm too smart.
I conquered the evil Blogmonster.
Bruharhar.
Right.
That's what. LIke I have time to fiddle. Between this and the crappy not-intuitive-whatsoever-expensive-thing-that-sucked-the-life-out-of-me-today-distance-education-poo I am exhausted. And I have TONS to finish.
BLAH.
Anyway. Here's what my brother was trying to say on his blog (which is merely a subset of mine). G.Damn.
[2/6/2003 4:14:25 AM | Carlos Velasco]
Its raining....AGAIN
I thought I understood what the concept of a lot of rain was, but I was sorely mistaken. This place makes central florida look like a desert. I have found myself walking around this lovely island and then the heavens will abruptly open with no warning. The other day it rained a couple of inches in under an hour, then took a break and did it again 2 hours later. The only reason we don't get any flooding is because it all runs back off into the ocean. Supposed this constant rain stuff tapers off during march and then its just HOT all the time instead. Granted getting a great in a week can be a nice luxury but not everyone on the island can appreciate it. Those of you out there that have light complextions might want to skip this area. We are a whole 7 degrees south of the equator so suntan lotion is purchased the minute it hits the shelves around here. I actually saw a bottle of SPF 75, it looked like I could use it to repair a car. Anyway, that enough complaining for now.
Calling my Brother
Yo! Did you try and IM me tonight?
I was in the middle of my NYU class and couldnt' talk
(since everything was going wrong at the same time)
IF you did, I'm SO sorry. But I was slammed. And then my class went until 8.30.
Yikes.
I still have to upload next week's Homework tonight. But I'm going to eat first. It's 9pm EST now. I'll be back closer to 10PM EST.
I will be online in the morning, but then I'm gone the remainder of the weekend.
WHO are these people?
Recent postings on Craig's list:
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Family Blogging
Oh, dear. It's spread. I'm trying to get them on the bandwagon now that one of us is 13 time zones away.
I think
Zora from Joe Millionaire is a plant.
Wouldn't it be great if she was the one loaded?
And what I was going to say before
Optimum Online crapped out on me for the 2nd night in a row, is...
[Yesterday] I purchased bubbles scented with bacon and peanut butter.
They're not for me!
Well, not directly.
But come on!
Two bucks, wouldn't you be curious too?
I'm on hold waiting for a customer service person to chat online regarding my questionable cable service. What, do they turn off the server in the early a.m.? I figured the first time was a fluke, but last night it was annoying since I wasn't done.
So last night
I pulled an all nighter. What should have taken 2 hours - tops - took ages.
And so I went to bed at a quarter to 5.
*eyeroll*
And so my sleeping schedule begins to unravel.
And i found the phone. Along with the messages I need to return. And boy, do I owe Trisha an apology. I *forgot* to touch base regarding a possible Sunday outing. Yup, yup. Buring bridges left and right. (As much as Whoopie Goldberg annoys me, that line kills me.) But seriously, having PMS screws up my brain. There is a marked difference in my comprehension, vocabulary, and overall thought processes. I forget if it's your math that improves or tanks with the advent of the montly. (shrug.)
But the course is in full swing. And I have lovely students. Really a smart bunch. It's going to be a lot of fun.
Crap.
Lots of craziness with familia and work. Well, school work. I've completely lost track of time this weekend and now it's Monday. And I can't find my phone. But I know I didn't lose it. Maybe it's in the car. And I have books to pack that I sold. And an eBay sale that sucked. And really cold hands. So I'm going to bed now.
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