in 75 minutes we check
in 75 minutes we check out of our old apartment.
im super nervous.
wish us luck.
2003
in 75 minutes we check out of our old apartment.
im super nervous.
wish us luck.
am i the only one to have ever opened an orange with one of those plastic letter openers?
another melissa post.
if you dont like it, poop on you.
i had believed that someone close to me could (and would, at some point) die - until it actually happened, that is. things like that arent supposed to happen.
(slightly) similarly, i guess i didnt truly believe that someone could become so emotionally stressed/overwhelmed that it effects them until i saw it happen to b a few nights ago.
this is just how my mom used to fold snowflakes when we made them as kids.
beth didnt believe me.
now that its no longer frostbite-in-15-seconds weather outside (though its not yet sandals-sans-frostbite weather), ive started taking lacey for a 20 minute (at least) walk each night after i get home from work. it makes her super happy, and hopefully it will help me lose the 10-15 pounds ive gained since the funeral.
tonight we discovered there is a pretty big playground just three blocks away from the apartment, complete with small sledding hill (small in comparison to the Hill Of Death and Minus One Brother Trail i grew up with), a basketball court, and miscellaneous playground equipment.
the swings totally freaked the dog out. i put her on my lap and pushed off. we only swung a little ways, but she was clutching to my shoulder with her freshly clipped nails and threatened to seriously jump off at any moment.
maybe shell like the slide better.
I have really never considered myself a TV star. I always thought I was a neighbor who just came in for a visit.
i found out from emma and steveo.
why cant you do your own search for "missing file" that youre certain is on the server? why do you have to intercom me to ask if i know what happened to it? do you really think i keep track of every file on the server as well as your personal hard drive?
why cant you email karen about getting some volunteers? why do you insist on walking out to my desk to request that i ask karen this, when you know all im going to do is email karen.
why cant you get your own clipart online? do you think i have a buttload of clipart perfectly organized and archived for your grubby fingers such that when you say 'crying-girl-holding-orange-balloons-and-a-teddy-bear' that ill be able to pull out fourteen different images for you to choose from?
why do i have to hold your stupid, insecure little hand?
last night was awful. more than awful.
im a mixture of sad, frustrated, angry, depresed, and hopeless.
to my coworkers: if any one of you talks to me, especially in the form of small talk and meaningless chatter, i just might claw out your eyes.
this is your only warning.
i just received two large stock photography catalogs, one of which includes an over-excessive use of l33t 5p34k. oh, but they do it in a more creative way, reversing and flipping letters and numbers so that they look more like the letters they replaced.
thats just about as uncool as when ebonics became institutionalized.
the geek in me: pi to over ten million places. or up to 400 million places.
im reminded of an episode of third rock from the sun when dick gets some school spirit for some athletic game (football?) and chants his own cheer:
sine - sine - cosine - sine
3-point-1-4-1-5-9
i still get some kicks over that.
which probably means i need to get out more.
diveintomark discusses how to block spambots, spybots, and unwanted robots from crawling your site.
htaccess to the rescue again.
even if the only other thing you ate after this breakfast was oxygen, there's still a relatively high chance that your ass will grow hands and tie your intestines in knots to prevent this stuff from ever passing through.
the bane of my designing existence: the elusive css footer.
im glad to see other people have the same problem; i had assumed it was due to my personal retardedness. like how i love freehand. love as in makes me run screaming.
play 20 questions with a computer.
very, very addictive.
i stumped it with 'vagina' - after 30 questions, it finally guessed 'womb'... close enough.
remember that whole moveabletype upgrade thing?
i should have waited.
its sick when a parent fabricates an illness for their child to get attention. but to string along an entire community, to con them into donating over $10k, is unthinkable.
that poor girl.
i hope this woman gets the help she needs.
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my birthday ballon set off the office security alarm over 30 times this past weekend.
buah ha ha ha ah.
today was the five month anniversary.
it hit me really hard last night. i would have been content to lie in bed, stare at the ceiling, and cry all night long. my brother and friend had to interupt to kidnap me away for a too-long night of laughter and hair dye (but none for me, thanks).
i dont want this to be a part of my life.
i dont want it to become a fact of my existance.
i dont want to wake up with her still gone.
i dont want to.
a full five hours of this saturday was spent cleaning the old apartment. we check out friday night and will be rid of that apartment forever.
all thats left to do is shampoo the carpets and fix the nasty drill holes / nails stuck in one wall. a little putty and white paint and voila - good as slightly-used.
coolest product used: easy-off fume free oven cleaner. i didnt wheeze, gag, singe nose hairs, or burn my lungs even once. and it actually cleaned the oven. i cant imaging people buying anything else.
nastiest thing cleaned: the refigerator drip tray. havent heard of it? most people havent. look under your fridge, but be prepared for ultimate nastiness. it probably hasnt been cleaned since the thing was made. the smell - oh, the smell.
greatest feeling: i am satisfied that the place is cleaner than when we moved in.
to dani:
did you know that in a google search for your first and last name, i am #8?
we received a pamphlet in the mail today from a friend of one of our clients who recently died of a brain tumor.
from the graphic inside (pop-up), one can only make the following conclusions:
horrifically discovered:
i just walked from one end of the building to the other deep in thought while rubbing my belly affectionately.
any person to crack some baby remark will walk the gangplank.
i bought two pair of shoes last night and dont feel the least bit guilty - they were on sale and i was able to only go 48¢ over my birthday money from my mother in-law. so i owe two quarters to the laundry fund.
too bad its not sandals-sans-frostbite weather yet.
this morning i wore shoes (yes: even though they have a strap instead of a complete heel, i consider them good winter shoes; they do have toes, after all) and fleece pants for my 4 minute drive to work. once there, i changed into my sarong and new strapy sandal pumps.
youd think all the practice ive had with setting up greymatter and moveabletype, and all the time ive spent intimately with their templates that working with blogger would be a breeze.
no wonder so many blogger-bloggers use the available templates or dl them from other people.
why i love my husband #176:
him: you look cuter there on the floor.
me: cuter than what?
him: i dont know.
him: cuter than at the old apartment, maybe.
him: it must be the new carpet here.
me: the new carpet makes me look cuter?
him: sure.
im not big into war movies, books, or stories. i find it the most boring genre that exists. i know enough about the history of the big wars with which the united states was involved to be comfortable about them. i dont need to see movie after movie or read book after book to find out all i can about them.
on of b's coworkers (a guy with whom we both went to high school) is a war movie fanatic. and he had to make sure b borrowed this dvd of his: band of brothers.
not only is this a war dvd, but it is 5 war dvds; each dvd has two episodes of an hour and a half. ten parts and 15 hours of world war 2 (i guess it was an HBO mini-series, so the length makes sense).
the shocking part is that i watched the entire thing with b (not all at once: that would be suicide). even more shocking is that i kind of liked it.
but im still not changing my mind on the war genre. its all really the same plot: the us blows up the bad guys and most of the time they win. feh.
heres something to add to the list of gross things i can eat:
canned tomatoes: whole, stewed, and peeled.
one time a few years ago i ate about a half can of them; that afternoon and the next day my stomach was in revolt.
ever since then, i only have a bite or two before having to stop.
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with the recent move and the fact that our PO box expires at the end of the month, im needing to cange our address with all sorts of people.
i feel like im missing someone.
am i?
i just converted to 2.62.
it looks a bit different, so i dont think im going to upgrade my other mt-run site - i dont want to confuse my mother more than necessary.
like system of a down?
like avril lavigne?
mixing the two would be... different (mp3).
teach yourself to talk understandably while your mouth is wide open. if you ever accidentally cut your lips off or misplace your lower jaw, this will come in quite handy.
i dont watch much television: maybe an hour a week. i guess that would be considered hardly any tv. it doesnt much interest me anymore, and i have many better, more interesting things to do.
but last night b hooked up the tv antenna in the new apartment. after making dinner, i was attached to the couch and wasnt going to get up for the appocalypse.
i finished my book within ten minutes, and was out of options. a movie would require getting up, as would a new book. so i turned on the tv.
im embarassed to say i watched a full hour of fear factor, a full hour of joe millionaire, and a half hour of some terribly un-funny black sitcom after that.
i need to never watch tv again.
else i need to stick with the the simpsons.
i saw daredevil this weekend with three die-hard comic fanatics and two other people.
a few thoughts:
1) why do elektra and bullseye get 'costumes' that can be found in any nightclub (granted, not in alaska...) and completely dont look all that planned out, when daredevil is all decked out with a mask an everything?
2) what is with ben affleck talking and smiling out of only that one side of his mouth. its creepy, man. stop it.
3) my sources say that elektra is supposed to be a trained assassin - and she wears red. and shes greek. with long black hair. maybe this character is her snooty bronx cousin?
4) whats up with the whole parents-die-and-child-lifts-weights-and-gets-some-chemical-accident-super-powers-and/or-lotsa-money-to-get-revenge theme in comics? its so overdone.
5) arent superheros supposed to have capes?
good thing i didnt upgrade to mt 2.6 like i was going to.
maybe ill wait a little longer, still.
most people have heard of the Rorschach inkblot test, but few have ever seen a real Rorschach inkblot.
with the wonders of the internet, now you can.
it details the specifics of each blot: what would make a good or bad answer and what your answer says about you. and it points out the naughty bits of each blot. i only wish they were in color.
viewing the information on each blot would invalidate the test. so if youre planning on being tested any time soon, i wouldnt advise looking at the site.
i do have to say that the Rorschach inkblots are much harder than the game.
holy crap.
google bought blogger.
i have this ominous big-brother feeling in my gut. how could he do that? we all know whats going to happen.
the little guy gives in the resource to the big guy.
the big guy stomps on the little guy and exploits the resource, twisting it for his own personal, illegal, dirty schemes.
big guy enjoys some diabolical laughter.
oh, wait. i use moveabletype.
go, google, go.
the supervisor has been on vacation for a month. during that month, it was nice to not have to be at the building at 8am sharp. i was often 15-25 minutes late, and it felt good.
today is her first day back.
guess who was in the building at 7.55?
not her.
i rock.
poll re: love obsession
should i...
(a) spend the time to update the too-old layout to something new and better and css-esque but not identical to the blog layout?
(b) spend the time to update the too-old layout to something new and better and css-esque and identical to the blog layout such that when i change layouts here i must do it there as well?
(c) get rid of all the pictures except the one of us and the one of my cleaveage, thus making updating much much simpler?
(d) ditch the whole section?
if you want to prevent people from linking to your images and stealing your bandwidth while still allowing images to show properly on your website, make sure you update your .htaccess properly.
guess what improper code will result in?
thats right: images not working.
problem totally solved.
right?
a new moveabletype update has been released.
if there arent any wonderfully-romantic plans in the making, i know what im doing tonight.
im sorry i dont do everything right.
im sorry your pizza is a little too damn dark.
im sorry i cant forsee and deter every little thing that is going to piss you off.
im sorry the two jobs i work to pay for our two cars saps up a lot of my time and energy.
im sorry i dont feel like making home-made-whatever every single damn night.
im sorry i am personally offended and hurt when you get angry.
im sorry i cant keep you happy.
im sorry i get in your face and wont let you shut down your emotions.
im sorry you wont talk to me.
im sorry i wont let you ignore me.
im sorry youve been depressed for over a year.
im sorry i need affection every once in a while.
im sorry your life hasnt turned out better.
im sorry i cant focus on your needs 24 hours a day.
im sorry the dog barks,
im sorry i cant make you happy.