"Fun Calls To Make on February 15th
I got an emergency. I need a dozen roses, a vase, and a time
machine. And I can do without the vase.
True Artists Suffer
I slept on a pen last night. After I got over the discomfort, I
had a strong motivation to write. Tonight, I'm putting a wrench
under my roommate's pillow. The hot and cold on our sink is reversed,
and I don't feel like fixing it."
"He was too big to get with just one
blow. He was at least a 5 to 7 whack kind of guy. I swooshed a rolled
up newspaper at him. He tried to dive bomb my head. I took another
swipe at him. He did another fly by. We ended up calling a truce.
I kept my feet up on the chair safely tucked beneath me and he kept
to the ground and out of the 'no fly zone.'"
"We are having a right proper storm,
The power went out at about 7:30pm, right when they closed the Richmond/San
Rafael bridge. Happy us, I'd just stuck a pizza in the oven (electric
ignition, gas oven) and heaven knows I have plenty of candles laying
around. It took me an hour to remember that, in a frenzy of emergency
preparedness a few months back, I'd bought a snazzy little battery-powered
boombox, but by 9pm we were happily ensconced under blankets, in
the living room, playing Scrabble by candlelight with KALX as background
"The other day in Japanese the professor
was talking about sending New Year's cards. He said that pretty
much everyone sends them to pretty much everyone they know. This
Professor: If you don't get many New Year's cards then you're not
Student: Does the suicide rate go up around New Years?
Professor: Yes! Maybe if you get no cards then society doesn't need
"started the new job yesterday, very
bloody odd to be back working in an office i worked in for so many
years then left, nothing has really changed. mr.lunch, our remaining
surviving murderous mouse, has now figured out how to escape his
cage, methinks his days are numbered at the chalet."
"fun saturday night... leah kissed
the vendor - yeah for her - he's so cute and nice... i saw my new
year's eve friend... he acted somewhat indifferent towards me which
is fine... he's still awfully damn cute though... cg and i decided
he looks remarkably like the one from two years ago which is only
slightly problematic... i just can't help that that's the look i'm
attracted to... and there was the blind date at sorts, meeting for
coffee... i was definitely significantly taller than him (and hi,
i'm only 5' 4") and a whole lot cooler... so that won't be
pursued... all in all a fun night though"
"I hate flying. I really, really do.
Tomorrow I'm in the air for less than three hours, yet I've already
had a weeks worth of nightmares, a couple of panic attacks, and
lots of dread. It's stupid -- normally I'm a rational, tough kinda
girl, but something about airplanes turns me into a spineless goober,
seeing omens everywhere and nearly ripping my armrest off the seat
at the slightest noise during flight."
"Tomorrow it’s off to the local
Goodwill and libraries on the off chance they’re giving away
anything decent. This weekend I’ll give garage sales a try.
My love of thrift shops is matched only by my aversion to garage
sales. Garage sales can be so personal, and when families look hungry
I feel guilty walking away. I must be strong."
the debacle with punch card ballots and the chad variations, we've
switched to the kind of ballots where you color in a little circle
with a felt tip pen. As prone to problems as the punch ballots were,
it's a real pain in the butt to color in those tiny circles at that
hour of the morning. Especially when there were as many propositions
and offices to be decided. Maybe it was just that my fingers were
stiff from the cold, or perhaps it was only a painful reminder of
"let it be known that i am the punk
rock-good new wave-"fuck Reagan" '80's kid. i remember
hearing the news of big "R" getting shot, and lots of
kids in my little catholic school were cheering, but i digress.
i feel like history is about to repeat itself in that rebellious
me that's been subdued over the years. thank the gods that nature
has never left, because i'm gonna need it now more than ever. thank
you for infesting our government, gee-oh-fucking-pee; you really
do bring out the best in me, you know. i'm feeling the need to put
sex pistols and ramones on heavy rotation these days."
"I'm secretly hoping no one will come
to class today. Actually, I frequently secretly hope that no one
will come to class, particularly when I'm feeling less than prepared.
I haven't decided exactly what I'm doing in class today, but if
almost no one comes, then I'll probably just answer questions about
their major project, hand out some candy (I bought Halloween candy
yesterday), and let them go. Sounds like a great Friday to me!"
"You know how when you grow up certain
things that seemed large when you were young -- your grade school,
your yard, a neighborhood park -- seem much smaller when you return
to them years later? The BBC's useful and fun Hitchiker's Guide
to the Galaxy has a name for that -- the Wagon Wheel Effect, named
for a British chocolate and marshmallow treat that sounds sort of
"Have you ever been in a very crowded
place, be it a store, club, concert whatever and got this feeling
that someone was watching you? Then to your dismay (or happiness)
you turn around and there really is someone watching you? I wonder
what it is deep inside of us that can make us feel other people
actually watching us? Then there are those people who claim they
have never had that experience. Are they just not in touch with
their feelings/mind or is it that those who actually have experienced
such things are too much in touch with their feelings/minds?"
"Surprise, surprise. Hollywood is revolting
against the decision to bar the sending of “screener”
DVDs for Oscar-nominated films. For all the hype the right-wing
commentators heap on Hollywood — saying they’re a bunch
of know-nothings whose pontification on political issues is somehow
more inappropriate that their own uninformed pontification —
it’s nice to have my faith in the intelligence of the movie-making
"'Famous' people don't intimidate me
often, especially ones I've met and know are nice. Nevertheless,
because I was having one of those days (weeks, months, lives) it
took me most of the day yesterday to get up the courage to call
the nice Rock Star back to ask a favor."
"Rubbing my fingers over the keyboard
- I have tapped off the rough surface of nearly everyone of these
keys - let's see, which ones don't I use as often? The X key is
the only one with a rough surface still. The space bar is smooth
in the center, rough around the edges. Try it yourselves and see
what you come up with.
Oh, and I "left click" more than I "right click"
. . . very interesting."