well, the novell server crashed last night. the only thing i have access to is the internet. i can absolutely no actual work right now. oh, and the worst case scenario: when the server comes back up, i may have to RE-DO the last five days work because the backups haven’t worked properly in two years.
i’m having more coffee.
i got a platinum mastercard in the mail today.
i remember when only super-rich people got platinum cards. i mean, donald trump rich. normal rich people, like the president or the dean at harvard, they only got gold cards. but now, they’re just indiscriminately giving out platinum cards to any tom, dick or heather who wants one.
of course, now they have titanium credit cards. i guess those are for the donald trumps and bill gateses. although, maybe i’ll be able to fool them into giving me one of those, too. i want all three colours!
| seattle: | 39 days, 8 hours, 36 minutes, 39 seconds |
| 29th birthday: | 48 days, 23 hours, 40 minutes, 37 seconds |
| retirement: | 13197 days, 23 hours, 38 minutes, 3 seconds |
everyone seems to comment on how long my hair is lately. it’s only two feet long. then again, i’ve been growing this out since the fall of ’96 after the unfortunate chopping i did in an attempt to purge myself of the bad vibes i was carrying around with me in the form of long hair. my theory was that, everywhere i went, my hair was there too. when i was upset, my hair soaked that up. when i was stressed, my hair absorbed that. when i was depressed, anxious, angry, lonely… my hair carried that. so, the only way to rid myself of all that baggage was to cut off 18″ of hair. initially, it felt great, but then i realized that i looked like a dork with short hair and started growing it out again.
i gave the kitchen a really good cleaning the other night. i got out the baking soda and scrubbed my sink until it literally shined and then got the bleach out and gave my countertop a serious cleaning. i have these really great honeycomb tiles on my counter. i love the look. my kitchen counters are one of the reasons why i’ll have a hard time finding a new place to live. but, the grout between the tiles is half gone and crap falls in the cracks and it gets kinda gross if i’m not on top of it. well, i haven’t been on top of it. but, after bleaching and scrubbing and rubbing and rinsing and wiping and scrubbing some more… my counters are beautiful! i also learned that i could just go buy more grout and fill in the gaps myself. then i could even paint the grout! who knew! i think a trip to home depot is in order soon.
okay, i’ll tell you what i didn’t tell you the other day. other than saturday night while with meg et al, i haven’t smoked in over a week. it really wasn’t a super conscious thing other than to not smoke in the car and not smoke at home. well, considering that i haven’t smoked at work in a year, i’m not going to start smoking there again, that pretty much leaves meghan’s for me to puff at (and puff i did… ugh. i can’t believe i smoked half a pack that night!). i figure i’ll eventually even stop smoking there. i’m enjoying not being smelly and breathing a little easier. but, i think it’s affecting my sleep patterns. the last few nights, ten o’clock has rolled around and when i should be tired i’m not. i toss and turn in bed, then i’ll get up and usually do some crunches or something, then toss and turn again. i’m just not as sleepy. it think it’s all the extra oxygen my body’s getting.
my new obsession is to compile a list of vancouver-based weblogs. they don’t have to be about vancouver, but they do have to be written by people living in and around the greater vancouver regional district.
if you know of any, please send them my way. thank you.
i want to be in the new sections, in the new offices, moving my furniture around, putting things up on the walls, organizing my shelves, breathing in the smell of new paint and carpet. i’ve spent most of the morning visiting everyone in their new offices. as soon as i came back to my desk to do real work, the network went down. so i had lunch and now i have a load of work to accomplish but i don’t want to work. i just want to help someone unpack.
today, i straightened my hair for the first time in, oh, probably two months. it became glaringly obvious that, while out doing my grocery shopping, i was getting a lot of looks from the opposite sex. i mean, a lot. this is interesting because, when i leave my hair curly, i get more positive comments from women.
women seem to covet curly hair, while men are attracted to straight hair. this is a very interesting contradiction.
i have no idea what it means in the big scheme of things, nor am i inclined to speculate on it at the moment as the frozen stuff i bought is sitting on the counter melting as i type this. so, while i put the groceries away, what’s your take on this? c’mon, share with the group.
i woke at 4:30 this morning curled up into a fetal position and shivering like a soaked cat. i was about to be assaulted by three men in rubber masks carrying guns and i couldn’t find anywhere to hide. i felt completely vulnerable and doomed. all i wanted to do was save his wife from being abused and him raping any more women. i didn’t know she’d tell him i knew. i didn’t think he’d come after me like that. i think i’ll get another lock on my door.
i was absolutely shocked to hear the news that douglas adams, author of the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy died yesterday morning. i can’t even begin to tell you what that series of books meant to me as a dorky, unpopular teeny-bopper. it provided a connection to other people. when i’d say “where’s your towel?”, it was as if doors opened. i instantly had something to talk about with other kids.
i’m thankful for doug’s brain (the size of a planet) and i hope to meet him for drinks at milliways someday.
well, i guess the latest job action rumour (pickets up at 2 o’clock today) was again, just a rumour. dammit! i hate this feeling. they can shut us down at any moment. literally. of course, because i didn’t want to work today or would have liked to go home early, they’re leaving us alone. fuckers. if you’re going to cost me money, at least do it when i want you to!
i’m going to blow bob off and not go see the mummy ii with him tonight. i’m going to stay home, eat microwave popcorn and jasmine rice and watch dawon’s creek. i may even do my laundry. actually, it’s highly likely i will do my laundry just so i can sleep in tomorrow before meghan and i go shopping.
yesh… we’re going to the mall. she’s getting mark some new jeans and wants to go to the linen store and is taking me in hopes i will keep her from spending too much money. ha! what she doesn’t realize is the only reason i didn’t go loopy in ikea last week was because i wanted to get out as soon as possible and go get something to eat. she has no idea! i could use new towels, and that shower organizer and i still have a 20% off coupon for there. mmm, discount.
so, i feel kind of obligated to do some of the work that’s piling up. more when i’m less swamped.
in the meantime, feel free to discuss the political climate of british columbia as we approach election day next week.
this is just a test.
pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
having the hiccups while brushing your teeth is not only annoying, it’s dangerous. one wrong spasm and you can lodge your toothbrush in the back of your throat or through your soft palate and into your brain. gingivitis just doesn’t seem as daunting in that light.
whenever i feel uninspired or meek with words i tend to start linking to outside sources rather than risk typing my feet into my mouth. it is much easier to just let someone else do the talking sometimes. “here, read this,” takes so much pressure off.
i can’t seem to formulate a complete train of thought lately. i get a blurb and when i try to expound, it whithers pathetically. or, i can have this prolific mental prose running through my brain, but when i sit at the keyboard, i can’t retrieve it. it’s so very agonizing. especially when it’s something i was rather pleased with.
i was just reading my archives. i don’t do it often; but, when i do, i’m usually surprised by them. “holy shit,” i think, “that’s good!” a lot of the time i don’t give myself enough credit, or any at all. but, as i read them and start to feel a little confident, a little pleased with myself, that’s when the doubt creeps in. the doubt that i’m only going downhill from there. that i’ve used up my quota of creativity and i’m trying desperately to build something great out of the stale crumbs which are left.
on the topic of bees, i’ve decided that if they were bigger and less likely to sting me, i’d like a nice, fat, fuzzy one as a pet.
thanks to andrea, i found mighty big tv and managed to catch up on the entire season of felicity (which hasn’t been broadcast here, goddammit) in a mere ten minutes. of course, it’s not quite the same without the soundtrack and perfect teeth, but it helped fill a void.
now i have to go catch up on jack & jill.
i have a sneaking suspicion i might be allergic to flax seeds. the first time i ate some flax bread i was covered by a strange rash for a week. now, the really tasty “harvest seed” bread i’m eating has flax seeds in it and i’m having this weird throat thing happening concurrently. i haven’t had said bread the last two mornings and i think that the symptoms are subsiding. of course, i could just be aclimating to the discomfort and they’re not at all related.
in other news, i now have the most relaxed forearm in existance. one of the managers just zapped me with dr. ho’s muscle massage system and it felt damn good. i think i may invest in one for myself. i really like the rapid-fire setting which feels like a super-hard shower massage. mmm… massage.
the rumours were false. no job action today. it took a really long time to get out of bed this morning as i was actually looking forward to the day off to get some stuff accomplished. the bastards picket when i don’t want ’em to and don’t when i’d appreciate it.
i’m fairly sure most women think about these things at least once a year [via (the shorter) heather].
the rumours are that there is going to be some sort of job action tomorrow. ugh. well, if we are picketed, that will give me all day to work up the courage to go to the doctor to get this weird throat thing checked out.
i know i’ll jinx myself by saying it… screw it. i’m not telling you.
being told “you look like you’ve lost weight” the day after you ate a bag of chips, a chocolate bar, a package of jelly beans and three ounces of almonds for dinner.