What the hell?: January 2003

Thursday, January 30, 2003

Well now,

in order to work in la dee dah catering, I need a headshot.

And clothes.
oy.

Ok, ok. Just one more...

As someone else once said,
"Blogging provides ample opportunity to focus my unproductivity."

of the Finest Quality

[A Girl's Prayer]
Lord,

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong,
One who's willy is thick and long.
One who thinks before he speaks,
When he promises to call, he won't wait weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed,
And when I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
knows just what to say, when I ask "How big's my behind?"
One who'll make love till my body's a twitchin,
In the hall, the loo, the garden and kitchen!
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And never attempt to shag my best friend.
And as I kneel and pray by my bed,
I look at the creep you sent me instead.
Amen.

[A Boy's Prayer]
Lord,

I pray for a nympho with huge boobs
who owns a beer store.

Thank You Queens! :)

Icons that hit the cutting floor...

Naming conventions I found funny:
On Fire (Aren't you SBI?)
Headhunters

Smileys

What does this look like to you?

c[[]]

..... a beer, per chance?

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

And no

~~the comment system isn't working well.~~
comment added later: now it looks like a 5 yr. old was in there.

I'd rather ~~finish~~ think about setting up my sewing space.

Laughter does wonders

Today I kind of felt a crappy mood growing. Don't ask me why, but it was lurking.

Don't get me wrong, the interview went well. Blah blah blah. Lots of head nodding and smiles. Chuckles even. Then I was pre--empted for a scheduled meeting. Yay, the interview was 1.5 hours. Uh, right. I missed the 11.14 by 3 minutes. Three!

Sidenote Plus I reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally want the job I interviewed for the week before last. Really. I can do the job we spoke about today. But, well, I know you can't be choosy in this economy. But my body is screaming for a change. Fingers crossed. I am going to follow my thank you note with either a) an email or alternatively b) a phone call. Not sure yet which is better or worse.)

So, combining the LIRR with wet weather, driving, and assorted interactions with incredibly slow cashiers put me in a combustible foul mood. Then I read through Dave Barry's previous columns at the Miami Herald. (a link to his personal blog, davebarry.com.) Trisha posted a link to DB's take on the LOTR (An acronym which took me days to decipher. Obviously not a true fan, I was bedazzled (like the infomercial product) buy the continual reference.)

*So* funny.

Anyhoo, it was the Gift Giving Guide that made me finally bust out laughing. Who is keeping the funeral depot in business?? (check out the themed section)

Thanks Trisha.

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

This sounds like my worse nightmare

From vh1's reality shows:

Countdown To 30
ARE YOU 29? Ready to turn 30? Is your life what you thought it would be by the big Three-O? Love life? Career? Carnal conquests? So many goals, so little time. Can you beat the clock? Pop the question. Say, "I do." Come out. Come clean. Get that recording contract. Chuck it all for a cabin in the country. If you’re in pursuit of any or all of the above, and then some, and you want to do it before you join the 30-Somethings, then VH1 wants to hear from you. We’re currently casting in the Northeast and South Florida only for the pilot of our new reality series Countdown To 30. To set up a phone interview, e-mail us a short bio (with date of birth), photo, and contact info at countdownto30@vh1.com. Do it now - ‘cause after all you’re not getting any younger.

ack!

Monday, January 27, 2003

no idea how to fiddle with things

At one point my feedback / comment link was in German.
(I think)

Anyone know what "hein" means?

On the upside, someone wants little ole me to come in for a freelance interview.
(Hence the dress woes)

WTH: Appropriate Attire

Clothing perplex me.

What does "creative, fun, flexible, casual dress" mean??

Must figure out before Wednesday.
Pointy boots are allowed. And as I've been told," As long as what you're wearing is clean, you're good."

?!?

Sunday, January 26, 2003

Yes, you can!

(Credit card advert that sneaked into my in-box.)

Reminded me of a tampax commercial.

WTH?

Do you know what this means?

Proxy Error
The proxy server received an invalid response from an upstream server.
The proxy server could not handle the request GET /users/--nameremoved--.

Reason: Error reading from remote server

Woman on 9th west - your site is posting this message. :(

Feh. Eh.

My books are selling like crazy on Amazon, but not my eBay deal. Perplexing.
The game was even worse.

Saturday, January 25, 2003

Long Island

There you have it: proof that the usage of 'cesspool' is not a byproduct of living in my familial space.

Everyone busted a gut when they heard me say it, but see? It's everywhere.

Apparently the part of Long Island I live on is not as sophisticated as others. I have yet to see 'septic tank' in the Yankee Trader.

Tempting

A hammock!

I'd totally go for one of those.

But, alas, not tonight.

GAH.
The boxed Harry Potter set is going for $18.42!

No.
No, no, no.

But I want it for ME! Do you have any idea how difficult it was to return E's borrowed set?

poo.

Timing

When there's something I'd actually be interested in c/o Amazon's gold chested special, I already have one.

I'll sleep well knowing how much more I paid for it:)

Elaborate Lives

Songs are powerful vehicles of communication. Stories easily carry over to other situations. I was listening to this today and kept nodding my head in agreement. No, I'm not in the middle of an illicit affair. But life is complicated and it's important to find time for the things you truly want to accomplish.

We all lead such elaborate lives
Wild ambitions in our sights
How an affair of the heart survives [not me, but ok]
Days apart and hurried nights
Seems quite unbelievable to me
I don't want to live like that
I just want ~~our~~ my time to be
Slower and gentler, wise, free
We all live in extravagant times
Playing games we can't all win
Unintended emotional crimes
Take some out take others in

I'm so tired of all we're going through
I don't want to live like that
I'm so tired of all we're going through
I don't want to love like that
I just want to be with you [well, anyone but Joe Millionaire]
Now and forever, peaceful, true

The may not be the moment
to tell you face to face
But I could wait forever for
the perfect time and place

We all lead such elaborate lives
We don't know whose words are true
Strangers, lovers, husbands, wives
hard to know who's loving who

Too many choices tear us apart
I don't want to live like that
Too my choices tear us apart
I don't want to love like that
I just want to touch your heart

May this confession
Be the start

sigh.

Aida the musical production will forever be a poignant memory. Owning the CD still brings shivers when Heather Headley sings.

NYers Unite

Or at least congregate online.

Remember the former coworker's site I posted earlier in the week re: job hunting? (Kind of simple and lacking much content?) Well, well, well. I signed up for the discussion list. Very active. And useful. Today, however, my jaw dropped to see the other lists being cc'd on email. Did you know about:

nycjobsearch@yahoogroups.com
nyjobs@yahoogroups.com
ny-jobs@yahoogroups.com
recently_downsized_nyc_professionals@yahoogroups.com
the_ny-metro_job_searchers_group@yahoogroups.com

Uh, that's a whole lotta people looking.

It's cold!

Even Ophelia agrees.
(This is the sweater my parents purchased eons ago. They were right. You never know when you're going to need something, it's just best to prepare.)

aw man

it's too small.

next time.

But I do have proof that the term "cess pool" is not a family word only.
[eyebrow raise]

Just Because I Can

Here's something funny I found while cleaning house:
A clipping from my undergrad days

And no I'm did nothing to merit mention in the school paper.

Well, I didn't get caught.

Friday, January 24, 2003

Marketing

Thanks to AL for this tidbit. In an effort to minimize mail in other people's in-boxes I present the following witty definition of 'marketing'.

Finally, a definition of Marketing that makes sense....

You see a gorgeous man at a party.
You go up to him and say, "I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Direct Marketing.

You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous man.
One of your friends goes up to him and pointing at you says, "She's fantastic in bed."
That's Advertising.

You see a gorgeous man at a party.
You go up to him and get his telephone number.
The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Telemarketing.

You're at a party and see a gorgeous man.
You get up and straighten your skirt, you walk up to him and pour him a drink.
You converse with him intelligently about sports, guns, dogs and his mother.
You offer him a ride home, and when dropping him off say, "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Public Relations.

You're at a party and see a gorgeous man.
He walks up to you and says, I hear you're fantastic in bed."
That's Brand Recognition.

It's Friday

And all I'm prepared to do is nothing. Hanging out with friends is tiring. I'm getting old. And I figured out how to smuggle illicit material into the Met.

Since when does the entrance 'donation' cost $12.00????

Sweet pearl. Aside from the bitter cold I endured walking countless blocks west of the Lexington line, I trudged into the museum an hour late to meet Lila. The desk dude sent me to another desk dude when I volunteered I had a computer and camera in my backpack. First desk dude never even looked in my bag. Neither did the second dude. He simply asked for me to turn on my laptop. Once I did that, presto! Yellow approved post-it provided. Which entitled me to carry a backpack through the museum. Mind you, I didn't particularly want to carry a heavy bag for hours. So I tried to check it.

The coat check is NOT responsible for ensuring the return of the enclosed items. WHat the hell? You give me a ticket, I come back, that's it. But no. So I called Lila using my cell phone (another no-no) and planned to meet later.

Feh.

Going backwards a day, The Vagina Monologues with Eve Ensler performing solo was amazing. I laughed and cried. And I want a book.

Skipping back to yesterday, jazz night at the Torch Club was not as advertised.

First of all, there was no jazz.
Secondly, it started late.
Thirdly, it ended early.

Ok, ok. The woman singer was incredibly talented, and she performed a mixture of pieces. Discussion was delightful with E and Good. And surprisingly affordable. A glass of house merlot runs at $4. Whee. Afterwards we tried out a french place I have to ask E the name of. LOVED it.

And I had a Hallmark moment today (no really), when I opened my mail. A good friend sent me a card for no official holiday reason.

Thank you.

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

Which team are you on?

The internet continues to amaze me. From Trisha I learn the gay-o-meter finds me to be 36% gay. The survey questions are funny, but the best part involves waiting for your number. After hitting submit the 'meter' starts rising and rising... and it took me a minute to realize it was a space filler. My eyebrows definitely rose.

never mind

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

Money well spent

Check out the bed elevators that create space and make me feel important.

I highly recommend. My only frustration is that I hadn't discovered these earlier.

Oh great.

So for the last 45 minutes I've been cussing up a storm, as my browser was misbehaving. Turns out the F11 key was accidently jammed by my desk, causing the erratic behavior. In the interim I've run Norton through jumps and hoops, only to find I'm a complete moron.

sigh.

Thank goodness problem is resolved.

Oh, and I forgot

My favorite promising recruiter from SD tracked me down this morning. Pour woman has been looking for me for some time. Gosh darn, bad timing. I didn't even ask what the 'exciting perfect opportunity' was. But I did feel for the woman. Sincere and honest. And poof! goes her potential fee.

Booya

(How do you spell that?)

Anyhoo, here's a demotivator:

How do petitions work?

I just rec'd a link to something called bonsaikittens.com.
(Don't go. It's awful.)

Supposedly kittens are put into little bottles after being given a muscle relaxant and remain encased. The cats are fed through a straw and have a small tube for their faces. The skeleton of the cat will take on the form of the bottle as the kitten grows. The cats never get the opportunity to move. They are used as original and exclusive souvenirs.

Ack! No! How wrong!
etc, etc.

By agreeing the process is horrible, I sign a petition which is then forwarded to someone who presumably takes action. Ok, so I feel marginally better by 'doing' something, but did I? By visiting the link to investigate I think I invited someone to snoop on my desktop. My browser is acting freaky and jumping around. Not really what I wanted. But if kittens are being treated inhumanely I feel awful.

What I Saw Today offers an interesting point of view on virus hoaxes and email petitions.

Food for thought.

Never the overachiever...

My personality is rated 34.
(Thanks Trisha! Although I'm not sure how I feel about the source focus.)

That means:

Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.

What is yours?

Sweets

I ate enough chocolate so that I itch.

Even I am impressed.

I'm in the middle of a sugar high.

Yes, yes. Networking is everything.

blah blah blah.

Someone I used to work with's site:
helpmefindwork.com

Their other site:
nycjobsearch

Tuesday!

Because really, what else is there to be excited about?
The cold?
No.

In the last week I have invested in thermals, organized my tights (which rally in such number in my drawers they must be deemed a collection), and HGTV feng shui'd my bedroom (primarily to maximize warmth potential).
note:Stay away from walls.

Last night I learned of despair (.com).

Hilarious.

Asked while signing up for their Wailing List (newsletter*)," What's your favorite demotivator?"

tee hee. Is it stupidity, procrastination, regret? Or simple underachievement?

I was going to post an image from their collection, but for some irritating reason blogger won't upload pics right now. Highlights that nearly spilled coffee:

Get to Work
(Because you're not being paid to follow your dreams)
Loneliness
(If you find yourself struggling with loneliness, you're not alone. And yet you are alone. So very alone.)
Consulting
(If you're not part of the solution, there's good money to be made prolonging the problem.)

The collections date back to 2000, yet another indicator how clueless I am.

* also referred to as Permission Harrassment.

Monday, January 20, 2003

Arc Software

bites.

It took entirely too long for me to configure the pc to handle the S200. Now that I'm finally able to download pics, I sorely miss having Photoshop. I tried using the software that came with the camera but I don't like it. Actually, I'm too lazy to figure it out. I need to resize pictures into 500x375 and then thumbnail size. Why is it so difficult?

bleh.

My head is full. And I despise drivers. TWI took me for a spin. The fact that I now know TWI is wrong. The only knowledge I should need is the finding the open/close CD button. Imagine how radically different life would be if we had to think this hard to use the microwave or an elevator.

Irene: [presses the 10th floor button, but neglects to also hit the 'close doors' button]
Female electronic voice: Wrong, wrong, wrong. Down to the basement you go. If you prefer, you may repeat this process 17 times until you go insane. Oh, and by the way, the fingerprint reader noticed you're in desperate need of manicure.

OR

"Sorry, you're food has been processed to the garbage disposal. Please hit restart and wait 25 minutes for your turkey to defrost. Insert turkey backwards, sideways, and on an upward slant for premium babblegook. Close your eyes too."

Gagah.

So I'm tired.

Grumble, grumble, computers.

On the positive side, I've now organized shoes and accessories. I have a lot.

Saturday, January 18, 2003

I will have a blessed year

Thank you very much!

Per the person suckered into paying for rentwave:
I am no longer subletting the second bedroom in my queens abode.

And this goes for all of you...
I'm not renting anything.
And you're decidedly losing money in this proposition.

I never provided a listing to rentwave. Which makes you wonder how much money they're making bending a rule or two.

Hmmm.

So tonight I had the lovely experience of seeing an old Scienter, as well as her girlfriend. Lovely. I can't say enough positive things about the event,except for the planning. (Always an issue.) After much ado, we picked a place and settled in. And then I dragged us to the cubby hole. SO funny. And if I had worked it correctly more than few women would have bought drinks. For me! sigh. Wrong team. But fun none the less.

Tomorrow I'll have the fun of meeting up with two other friends, and then I'm assembling more furniture. GO ahead, and call me IKEA.

If I had only known the secret to my happiness would involve an Ikea tool....
So talented.......

Friday, January 17, 2003

NYC Airports

Who's been to LGA or JFK recently from Manhattan?

Trying to decide between the two.

LGA
Cheaper fare, less hassle if I use Northwest to Vegas.
(same flight as alison, one pick up for perrin, $217 total)

JFK
Jet Blue which I love
Slightly more ($250 total), arrival in Vegas 45 minutes later, points accrue for me.
OR $221 if I arrive at 1 am, but then I'm really late, and I'm sure they'll be really drunk. Ahem.

The sticking point is the point accumulation.
I've been flying alot this year and have zippo to show for it.

How much of a pain is it to get to JFK on a Friday for a 6.50 departure time? Advice, horror stories appreciated. Jet blue runs a shuttle service so duh, I'll call them.

WHO are these people?

Message: 3
Subject: Searching for a place to live - NYC

I'm moving out of my current apartment at the end of the month and am looking for either an apartment (studio or 1 BR) or a share for about 6 months.

i'm flexible with the budget but hoping to keep things pretty cheap - say @ $1,600/month.

Whaaat? Are you serious??

I want to play

Dammit, and they won't let me (yet). Have you heard about there? I just want to see what the fuss is about.

Beta listed.

grumble.

As I typed earlier, last night I had the honor of watching a dear (female) friend of mine 'do' a bodyshot off of a (female) bartender. With open fascination, I leaned in to watch the spectacle unfold.

1) bartender lays on her back with her head hanging off the bar.
2) bartender pulls down her already low v-neck further down.
(my mouth opened at the site of boobie mounds.)
(no nipple, but close enough)
3) instructions provided to all
4) friend proceeds to lick below bartenders collarbone.
5) salt added to moistened skin
6) with hands behind her back, friend licks again to pick up salt.
(absolute silence in the bar at this point)
7) friend has shot fed to her (as her hands are behind her back - per (male) bartender's request)
8) friend then removes a wedge o' lime from the (female) bartender's mouth

... with her mouth.

Uh, huh.

Then I cursed myself for not having my camera on hand.

To begin the strange eve, the bar we were at played 3 rounds of bingo. Winner chooses a free beer or shot. Odd, but hey, we were game. (Sorry. Couldn't resist.) Somehow the bartender was flirting, the boobie shot happened, and free beer and a round of shots came to our table. Quickly snowballing we proceeded to smoke like fiends and left the bar to go home. (And damn it was cold. We took a cab to the subway in lieu of waiting for a bus to take us the 3.5 avenues.)

What did we do at home? Oh, open a bottle of kick ass wine.

Did we finish?
Suuuuuuuuure.
Why not?

I'll tell you why not next time: dehydration. Sweet lordy. I cannot keep up. But fun was had and the bartender wants to be my friend's boyfriend. The guy. Not the girl. (Who, by the way, was fairly attractive.)

The interview was funny. It took awhile for formalities to be pushed to the side. The guy who interviewed me was stumped on questions. He was so nervous I got nervous. Then I made him laugh.

The feedback was good. Fingers crossed things work out. As described a present employee (the body shot performer), "He's kind of like a big squishy teddy bear" you just want to squeeze. SO funny.

Ho hum.

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

You knew I wouldn't be able to keep quiet

But there must be some interesting sexual tension on DG. Consider the following (from their web site):

Only active duty unaccompanied, military personnel are assigned to DG. Active duty military couples are not allowed concurrent assignments to DG.

Hmmm.

Rip van winkle

and then some.

Does the bitter cold make the rest of you want to hibernate? I swear it was near impossible crawling out of bed this morning. The day came and went with a huge headache. Strange since I don't really have a cold. (The sniffling and sneezing has thankfully stopped.) So why did I fall asleep at 8 pm again? It really puts a damper in my calling schedule.

Yeah, all right. So some of you are thinking," Yay! No teleirenemarketing!" But I was planning on tracking some of you down. Bleh.

Perhaps this is a sign I need to start going to the gym for a new found source of energy.

Then again I could break out the coffee.
(My parents drink decaf coffee. What's the point?)

My brother finally made it to Diego Garcia. He unexpectedly was stuck in Hong Kong for a few extra days as his transport plane was out of service. (How reassuring. *eyeroll* Go military.) He's soooo far away. From HK it's a 5 hour flight. There's a 13 hour time difference. If you look at the official Military web site the 'island scenes' are amazing. (They take forever to download on a fast connection though.)

A view from DG

Which reminds me, HE was the moron who called at 05:00 today. Deep in slumber I ran through the house to pick up the phone thinking the worst. (My Dad is usually at work by then so I had my heart in my throat, you know?) I could hear the machine pick up downstairs and an assortment of "Hallo? Hallo?" etc.

Click.

Since the days of drunken dialing have long passed, I was really worried. It's really dark at that hour. I banged into an assortment of sharp-pointy-bruise-inducing material. So then I proceeded to worry my Dad by calling him. Oy. The never ending chain. After both he and my mother listened to the message, they were adament it was not their son. Ha.

Wrong. Charlie called tonight and said he was alive and well. And yes, he forgot about the time difference when he called. And no, he has yet to fully grovel. He is fully aware of my ire, ahem, due to a truncated conversation while I was standing out in the snow without a coat last week.

The other traveler in the midst is somewhere between Ohio and Denver. Hallo!!!

Which reminds me of two things: need to figure out Vegas and (separately) transport manana. The MTA site was down earlier this evening. You'd think this wouldn't necessarily affect the Long Island sites since some of them are run off of different urls. Nope. Lirr.org, mtaanything, subway maps, you name it, it wasn't available. Being forced to do things the 'old' way I tried to use a 2002-2003 phone book. Nope. Numbers were wrong. Yes, I know they changed the area codes for a majority of LI, but come on. Mass transit is kind of important enough to warrant additional information. Geesh. Information vaccuum. Scary.

Alright. Enough blabbering.

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

New Competitive Sport

For sport I've found an endless stream of entertainment:
driving the speed limit in scenarios where people can't pass you.

Snicker. I live by a number of schools, an assisted living residence, and two major roads. This combination is not a good one for those who walk. Granted I'm not walking anywhere these days since it's so cold. BUT I remember how fast people used to drive by. Especially the people who would run stop signs as we'd wait for the school bus.

Now I exact my revenge. You try driving 20 mph in a school zone. Check the rear view mirror. Watch the mounting frustation. Wait until they peel out at high speed at the next available opportunity only to end up next to you. What's the rush?

It's funny, really.

And so I amazed myself with the amount of baloney that just streamed effortlessly from my mouth. Pretty solid overall pre-screen. However, the competition is insane. The hiring dude had a pile of HR approved resumes that reached 250. From that he short listed 35. I was only the 2nd person he interviewed. Kind of interesting. Hiring dude is from NJ - not what you'd expect from the west coast.

Ho hum.

Excitement on the horizon ... a meeting in person tomorrow. (With a different company.) Fingers crossed.

Monday, January 13, 2003

Oh, the irony

NOW the big cell phone company in California is going to interview me.

Luckily they provided one day notice.
Good thing it's going to be over the phone.

Sunday, January 12, 2003

Hold Everything

....is owned by the William Sonoma?

Ooooo. So disappointing. Reaching 26 million "upscale" households via catalog leaves me.... uh, not buying much. But I did drool over assorted closet organizers at Bed, Bath & Beyond and Linens and Things. I'm trying to find the doohickeys that condense shirts hanging in your closet. Taking you from the horizontal to the vertical. (Exactly the opposite of what teenagers across america are attempting to do in the after school hours.)

Wood? Metal? Nope. Plaaa- but where are they? And why am I whining?

Oh! OH! Excitement. I was confused. I wanted the Container Store NOT Hold Everything. Whew.

D'ya need any of these? (sock holders? You know you'll still lose mates.)

But may I comment on how I encounter The Yahoo at every turn? Gee willagers. Went to Launch and there they are.
Big.
Bleh.
Where's the franchise opportunity?

La la la la

So my little connection is rockin'

(Too bad the image I wanted to boast with isn't showing. sigh.)

I am amused

By people who expect (ahem *hack* *cough*) to be all knowing about others. Especially when they're calling the deadlines.

Ok, that makes little sense. If you're reading this it's probably because you're my friend and want to keep in touch with my random musings and assorted activities. This blog is not the ultimate repository about my persona or behaviors. In fact, it's just a sliver of who and what I am. That's it. You wanna know more, you'll eventually ask. If not, c'est la vie. N'est pas?

Deadlines amuse me when I'm being asked (cajoled) to entertain someone else. A two day turnaround time for a review is laughable. I almost dropped my xanax. See? If you know me, you'd know that's funny. A joke. Har, har, etc.

Two day reviews are not funny.

Oy. Peoples.

Houston, we're confirmed.

High Speed Internet is finally working.

And it's working superbly.

Only 3.someodd hours later, but hey. No installation man came. Check this out.

1) request online service online

2) realize with horror installation is the homeowner's responsibility. (That's ME!)

3) box with modem, 25 ft. cable wire, 6 ft. cable wire, splitter, software, and tools arrives a week after the new year begins.

4) irene sticks her head out assorted windows contemplating which entry will work best. (there is cable already installed in the den, the living room, and the front upstair's bedroom. This means there are a lot of existing holes in walls.) As you may recall, the old computer is in the furthest corner of the house. It is from the stone ages. Shockwave and Flash sites scare this computer. My newer computer was sitting in his bedroom.

5) I opt to relocate my computer to my bedroom, which will only require a small hole be drilled in the closet wall. (Using the Mac laptop is a no-no since I'm the only one who can "stand" the keyboard. Right.) Computer is moved but somehow the speakers have picked up 106.1 and I am constantly hearing Eminem. Different problem best saved for another day.

6) Drilling small holes is a job suited for men. Hey, it's their responsibilty to change oil in cars and electrocute the unsuspecting. Super Man comes to the rescue and makes a spectacular mess. (But surprises the fam by actually cleaning up said mess.)

7) Bored yet? I was until I tried to install the software. It took ages. I yelled at my monitor. And my drive E since it was 'dirty' and not reading a damn thing. Six thousand reboots later and presto! Drivers are up and running for my fancy motorola surfboard.

Then began the account confirmation saga. Please.

Finally things work.

And it's all worth it. I'm connected and running. Thank god.

Thursday, January 09, 2003

Ethics

So when a recruiter tells you they're ethical does that help or hinder?

Perplexing.

[Equally Troubling]
Air travel. What's up with planes lately? Another plane is missing?

This is why flying over any jungle, the Bermuda Triangle, or Queens is a bad thing.

And no, it didn't help that I watched a special on mid-air collisions early in the week. Go ahead and laugh you naysayers. Being a telelvision whore made for delightfully entertaining tidbits. I believe the biggest laugh came from telling the Pee Wee Herman story. Who knew the Rob Lowe tape would have an ever lasting impact?

Reply To All

Does anyone entirely understand the phenomena of 'replying to all'? I understand the usage in small group discussions...but not in large distribution lists where you purposely have to change the default. WHY?

OH! And to super annoy picky people like me be sure to include the original message in your reply.

To quote a former balding manager," That is all."
I always got the feeling he was thinking," You peons can now go." Strange way to end meetings though.

Hey kids, it's Thursday!

Oops. And my mail still isn't being forwarded from california. poo.

Uh, so somehow I'm behind on everything. Hate that.

Had a fabulous time visiting a few folks Sun-Tue. I laughed so hard my stomach muscles hurt. Either that means something was funny or (more likely) I need to start exercising. Ahem.

Random Sidenote: Did you know the use of 'ibid' is no longer accepted in paper writing?

Tomorrow I start my eBay endeavor. I was sidetracked by a nap last week, but I'm going gung ho with broadband. (Assuming all the connections work.)

Thursday, January 02, 2003

Rain, rain, go away

It's still icky outside. Bleh.
But hallo new year!

I will try and...
.... not assume my brother is the half-wit he is projecting
.... forgive him for, um, trying not to mention the incredibly rude behavior from the other night, but it's a tad difficult. grrr. whatever. just trying to help him.
.... set up my bike at home w/the nifty holder my dad has so i can whittle away the thighs. my thighs. oof.
.... throw away things I am not using. or sell them on ebay.
.... visit my friends
.... call my friends

Ah heck. Maybe even send the remainder of the xmas cards I found tonight. (Oops. First I was missing addresses. Then it was stamps. Then I apparently packed a few holiday cards and birthday greetings. Arrrrgggh.)

Er. What else? I mean, I know I need a hair cut and the brows could use some tweezing...but there not exactly resolution material. And it's not as if finding a boyfriend is going to magically happen if it's on a list. So I'm stumped. I will try not to kill my thesis student. And save money. And, cut down on my chocolate intake. (That I completely blame on my mother. She keeps the house stocked with sweets. Guess she wasn't watching the A&E biography on Jean from Weight Watchers.) I'd say I'd try to purchase fewer accessories but that would be akin to removing a finger. A girl needs to shop. Think of the moolah saved not visiting therapists. Yes, yes! Shopping saves me money!

I am generally a saner person than I was a year ago. I'm not always in such a rush. (Although the *thought* to violently push aside a meandering fool on the stairs occassionaly passes through my pea brain. Come on! If it's the difference in waiting an hour for another train, wouldn't you at least think it? Pshh.) I find time to enjoy what's in front of me. I've been reading more. And cooking food that requires more activity than opening a microwave door. So I'm happy with that. And I'm eager to see what the year brings.

OH! I have one. I'd like to finish some of my sewing projects. And I have a foot in that direction. I've cleared a work space in the family room for my craft usage. Hurray! Room for moi.

Alright. Now I'm going. Happy happy everyone.

What the hell?