Let me just say that the unpredictability of ebay is astounding.
We put an cool old 35mm camera on there, with all the lenses and books and a great leather case and everything, and have had only 4 bids or so on it.
But the DAT recorder went for TWICE what we thought it would!
I had an acquaintance who purchased antiques from small shops and said he made an extra $8-9000 a year selling them on ebay. Maybe I'll just try selling something random...like, all the junk that's in the back seat of my car. Starting bid, $0.05!
Alright, sure, you can have it for free.
(Darek is also selling his shit, in case anyone's interested.)
11.30.2004
The Bloodhound Gang
You know those old crime-solver mysteries? The ones where the key piece of evidence was a cryptic letter typed out and sent to throw the investigators in the wrong direction?
It was always the typewriter that foiled their plot. The letter "Y" was always slightly raised above all the other letters. If you found the typewriter, well by golly, you found the perp.
Someone is this office has the typewriter. Well, actually, the stapler.
When I remove the staples for shredding, there is always one staple with its left prong bent all the way through to the front document. It's a bitch to get out.
Just you wait! This Sherlock isn't thrown off that easily! You and your stapler haven't seen the last of me.
It was always the typewriter that foiled their plot. The letter "Y" was always slightly raised above all the other letters. If you found the typewriter, well by golly, you found the perp.
Someone is this office has the typewriter. Well, actually, the stapler.
When I remove the staples for shredding, there is always one staple with its left prong bent all the way through to the front document. It's a bitch to get out.
Just you wait! This Sherlock isn't thrown off that easily! You and your stapler haven't seen the last of me.
Productivity
Need things to do at work when there's no work to do?!
Yesterday, and today...put up all the holiday decorations. Apparently no one's put them up for the past two years. Leave it to the temp!
Cute little tree, decked with little wooden snowmen that look like they were painted by 5-year olds. String of retro silver garland with blinking colored lights. Turning the blink off soon - headache! Window stickies...trees and candy...glass balls from the curtains and garland...and last, but not least, I've used at least 7 sheets of paper to cut out snowflakes.
Am I getting PAID for this?
YES!
All while listening to some holiday radio, followed by a nice pick-me-up dose of Two Step! Used to be much more into that band than I am now, but still a great song. I tried to take a nice little picture of my desk for all of you (thanks to Tara for the idea, I've been meaning to do it!)...but alas, something is wrong with the card and it won't download.
Oh my, HOW MANY DAYS TILL VACATION?? I really need a job that allows me to do something different every day. This monotony is wearing me out!
Yesterday, and today...put up all the holiday decorations. Apparently no one's put them up for the past two years. Leave it to the temp!
Cute little tree, decked with little wooden snowmen that look like they were painted by 5-year olds. String of retro silver garland with blinking colored lights. Turning the blink off soon - headache! Window stickies...trees and candy...glass balls from the curtains and garland...and last, but not least, I've used at least 7 sheets of paper to cut out snowflakes.
Am I getting PAID for this?
YES!
All while listening to some holiday radio, followed by a nice pick-me-up dose of Two Step! Used to be much more into that band than I am now, but still a great song. I tried to take a nice little picture of my desk for all of you (thanks to Tara for the idea, I've been meaning to do it!)...but alas, something is wrong with the card and it won't download.
Oh my, HOW MANY DAYS TILL VACATION?? I really need a job that allows me to do something different every day. This monotony is wearing me out!
11.29.2004
Ambidextrous
What if, instead of the normal New Year's resolutions...("I will never eat again." "I will run 100 miles a day." "I will be really nice to everybody all the time.")....yes, instead of those, what if you just pledge to learn something random and new every year, and spend that whole year on it, and then move on the next year to a completely different skill.
Like this year, I'll learn to play guitar.
Next year, I'll learn to knit.
2007, stunt driving.
Maybe it wouldn't be easier, but it would be so much more fun.
By 2008, I could be knitting guitar cases while driving off cliffs. How's that for a cure for boredom and discontent?
Like this year, I'll learn to play guitar.
Next year, I'll learn to knit.
2007, stunt driving.
Maybe it wouldn't be easier, but it would be so much more fun.
By 2008, I could be knitting guitar cases while driving off cliffs. How's that for a cure for boredom and discontent?
Driving Little
I have found the key to happiness on the holidays.
Don't go anywhere.
Ok, I know, that's pretty much impossible. Just try it once in a while. We spent this turkey day in our apartment, with a little turkey breast, some mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean cassarole, beer and football. Walked around Bellefonte where there was no one. Hell, it had to have been the right choice - the Cowboys even won! Yes, we did some traveling on Friday and Saturday, but came back and had Sunday to relax as well.
I'm already planning Christmas. How does macaroni & cheese by candlelight sound?
Don't go anywhere.
Ok, I know, that's pretty much impossible. Just try it once in a while. We spent this turkey day in our apartment, with a little turkey breast, some mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean cassarole, beer and football. Walked around Bellefonte where there was no one. Hell, it had to have been the right choice - the Cowboys even won! Yes, we did some traveling on Friday and Saturday, but came back and had Sunday to relax as well.
I'm already planning Christmas. How does macaroni & cheese by candlelight sound?
11.24.2004
11.23.2004
Blue Eyes
OH I am so BORED!
I mean, ok, I AM at work. But I have so much more energy right now than can be put to good use HERE.
It's all Sinatra's fault. I start listening to Frank, and all motivation to work goes right out the window...
...replaced by the motivation to drink some bourbon on the rocks and put up Christmas decorations.
Egg nog, anyone?
I mean, ok, I AM at work. But I have so much more energy right now than can be put to good use HERE.
It's all Sinatra's fault. I start listening to Frank, and all motivation to work goes right out the window...
...replaced by the motivation to drink some bourbon on the rocks and put up Christmas decorations.
Egg nog, anyone?
Ho, Ho...wait for it....Ho.
Watched Elf last night. Very, very funny! The DVD has a huge stash of extras. Very good for the kiddies. :-) This morning, the student radio station had Christmas music on. It is therefore the fault of those two incidents that I am sitting here listening to christmas radio and secretly wishing for snow...
As long as I can remember, my parents had a cute little holiday tradition. Starting sometime after Thanksgiving, once my brother and I had gone to bed, they would go up into the attic and choose one Christmas decoration each night. They would put it out while we were sleeping, and in the morning we would search around the house for the decoration that the "elves" had brought us in preparation for Christmas. The most difficult task was the little door-knob santa and frosty, which had little bells on them that nearly woke us up when they put them on. I don't remember when I found out that it was really my parents...I think they decorated some themselves in front of us, so we were probably gradually weaned from the "elf" appearances.
When I got a little older, whenever I was old enough to be home alone, of course we had the day after Thanksgiving off from school; we also had Monday after Thanksgiving as well. I would love it if you non-PA residents would guess what for! Either Friday or Monday, while my parents were at work, I would sneak up into the attic and, avoiding any stashed Christmas presents, would proceed to find EVERY SINGLE NON-TREE RELATED CHRISTMAS DECORATION and bring them downstairs. I would run around the house in some frantic, dust-covered, euphoric holiday glee, placing every wreath, bell, stocking, door hanger, lights on the porch (when I could use a hammer and tacks), knick-knacks, nativity set, fake plastic ivy, santa suncatchers...EVERYTHING. I realize in hindsight that it not only drove my mother nuts, but probably took some of the fun out of it for my parents, who enjoyed their prior methods of decorating and probably wished they could do some of it themselves. Hey, I left them the tree! If I'd only had a saw...
I fear for my apartment now, and the beating it will take when this weekend is over.
As long as I can remember, my parents had a cute little holiday tradition. Starting sometime after Thanksgiving, once my brother and I had gone to bed, they would go up into the attic and choose one Christmas decoration each night. They would put it out while we were sleeping, and in the morning we would search around the house for the decoration that the "elves" had brought us in preparation for Christmas. The most difficult task was the little door-knob santa and frosty, which had little bells on them that nearly woke us up when they put them on. I don't remember when I found out that it was really my parents...I think they decorated some themselves in front of us, so we were probably gradually weaned from the "elf" appearances.
When I got a little older, whenever I was old enough to be home alone, of course we had the day after Thanksgiving off from school; we also had Monday after Thanksgiving as well. I would love it if you non-PA residents would guess what for! Either Friday or Monday, while my parents were at work, I would sneak up into the attic and, avoiding any stashed Christmas presents, would proceed to find EVERY SINGLE NON-TREE RELATED CHRISTMAS DECORATION and bring them downstairs. I would run around the house in some frantic, dust-covered, euphoric holiday glee, placing every wreath, bell, stocking, door hanger, lights on the porch (when I could use a hammer and tacks), knick-knacks, nativity set, fake plastic ivy, santa suncatchers...EVERYTHING. I realize in hindsight that it not only drove my mother nuts, but probably took some of the fun out of it for my parents, who enjoyed their prior methods of decorating and probably wished they could do some of it themselves. Hey, I left them the tree! If I'd only had a saw...
I fear for my apartment now, and the beating it will take when this weekend is over.
11.22.2004
Please stop. Everything will be alright. We're not going to hurt you.
Nothing like a little weekend exposure to "films before I was famous"...so we rounded off the weekend last night with a dose of THX 1138. Great film. Kept looking for John Whipple, but didn't see him.
How did this come from the same man who thought Jar-Jar Binks was a good idea?
How did this come from the same man who thought Jar-Jar Binks was a good idea?
Real Cartoons
Keep the funny a'comin'.
Watch Drawn Together.
When you can't get actors to do what you want, make the cartoons do it.
Hilarious!
Watch Drawn Together.
When you can't get actors to do what you want, make the cartoons do it.
Hilarious!
Trumpets We Have Heard On High
As I drove through town to run an errand early last evening, I knew I heard some sort of music coming from the park. In the summers they have Sunday concerts there, but not so late, and not in November. As I got closer I noticed a man on the corner playing a trumpet. "How quaint," I thought. Nice little old Victorian town, with christmas lights and bows already on every light post, and ooh, they even hire a guy to stand on the corner and play christmas music.
So I sat at the red light on High Street with my window open, listened for a few minutes, then drove away. As luck would have it, I had to come back around to where he was standing. This time I'd get a closer look...
...at an old man, with a cup of coffee, a bicycle and a trumpet...and a large, hand written sign with the words "America repent."
Not exactly quaint and Victorian, but I guess it'll have to do. Welcome to Bellefonte.
So I sat at the red light on High Street with my window open, listened for a few minutes, then drove away. As luck would have it, I had to come back around to where he was standing. This time I'd get a closer look...
...at an old man, with a cup of coffee, a bicycle and a trumpet...and a large, hand written sign with the words "America repent."
Not exactly quaint and Victorian, but I guess it'll have to do. Welcome to Bellefonte.
11.20.2004
Holiday Elixir
Thanks to the wonderful people at Weis supermarkets, I shall have not one, but TWO free turkeys this year.
Let me remind you, there are TWO of US.
So, I must solicit you, the audience, for help. At least half of the 20 lb. one is going to soup. Some of it will go to turkeybroccolicheese cassarole. Of course there will be at least one basic turkey/stuffing dinner.
Then what?
Please help. We're great cooks, so no culinary endeavor is too great. You know your grandmother had a great recipe or two out there.
Otherwise, I'll be forced to resort to basic chemistry. I will attempt to merely extract the turkey drug and bottle it for later consumption.
Hey, I might be on to something...
Let me remind you, there are TWO of US.
So, I must solicit you, the audience, for help. At least half of the 20 lb. one is going to soup. Some of it will go to turkeybroccolicheese cassarole. Of course there will be at least one basic turkey/stuffing dinner.
Then what?
Please help. We're great cooks, so no culinary endeavor is too great. You know your grandmother had a great recipe or two out there.
Otherwise, I'll be forced to resort to basic chemistry. I will attempt to merely extract the turkey drug and bottle it for later consumption.
Hey, I might be on to something...
11.19.2004
Day Off
You're at work and I'm not!!!
Thank god for autumn days that are warm enough to open the windows and air out the house,
for communal washing machines that are empty when you open them,
for weekends with nothing to do,
for pumpkin spice coffee,
and for my dog.
Thank god for autumn days that are warm enough to open the windows and air out the house,
for communal washing machines that are empty when you open them,
for weekends with nothing to do,
for pumpkin spice coffee,
and for my dog.
11.18.2004
Trees Are Good For More Than Just Paper
This was about to be a post about money.
Screw that.
Being broke sucks, trying to have sensible discussions about money without having an arguement sucks, drinking Busch Light all the time instead of Guiness sucks. Let's just leave it at that.
It was a yucky morning, but it's turning out to be a pleasant afternoon. There's a certain smell in the air today...a certain, sweet, climate-induced rot.
Ok, that sounds gross.
But if you've ever lived in the northeast, you know what I mean. All the leaves fall down, it's dry for awhile, they blow into their piles where they'll melt into the ground for the winter...and then, it rains, and somewhere from the very bottom of that papery heap, where worms have started to eat away at this delectable autumn treat, some wonderfully slimy, musty, earthen smell sneaks into the air under every tree. At first you're not sure if you really smell it, because the air just barely brushes it under your nose before it drifts away. Then the recognition hits you like the cold air does, and the brief thought you had of turning your nose away is replaced by the desire to seek it out in the middle of some deep woods.
And that, my friends, is how I forget about money.
Screw that.
Being broke sucks, trying to have sensible discussions about money without having an arguement sucks, drinking Busch Light all the time instead of Guiness sucks. Let's just leave it at that.
It was a yucky morning, but it's turning out to be a pleasant afternoon. There's a certain smell in the air today...a certain, sweet, climate-induced rot.
Ok, that sounds gross.
But if you've ever lived in the northeast, you know what I mean. All the leaves fall down, it's dry for awhile, they blow into their piles where they'll melt into the ground for the winter...and then, it rains, and somewhere from the very bottom of that papery heap, where worms have started to eat away at this delectable autumn treat, some wonderfully slimy, musty, earthen smell sneaks into the air under every tree. At first you're not sure if you really smell it, because the air just barely brushes it under your nose before it drifts away. Then the recognition hits you like the cold air does, and the brief thought you had of turning your nose away is replaced by the desire to seek it out in the middle of some deep woods.
And that, my friends, is how I forget about money.
11.17.2004
Let's Go Back To Being Real...Fake
Could it be true?
Have they finally figured it out??
Is REALITY TV OVER?!
The networks have been releasing disappointing results on this season's round of 'it must be real cuz it's on the tv' antics. Yes, I admit it, I've been sucked into the occasional episode of American Idol. I couldn't believe that the girls on The Swan subjected themselves to the trauma they did and were so tearfully happy at the results. And although I spend most nights with a rented DVD, or Wednesday's with Lost, I have to admit that Richard Branson is cute, and seems like a truly nice guy, and I felt bad when he bungeed off Victoria Falls canyon unwillingly.
Ok, back to the point.
If their speculations are correct...*on knees praying for creativity*...then this time next year, perhaps we'll see the season premieres of the new Seinfeld, the new Family Guy, the new Sanford & Son...heck, I'd even take the new Friends. I have to believe that, despite everything, TV script writers are truly good at heart. Somewhere, there's a show about nothing dying to come out. Please, please, please, give them a chance, big three. I promise to look back fondly upon the Era Of Reality, and speak well of it to my grandchildren when they're watching reruns of Big Brother (Nooooooooooo!).
Which brings me to that final point. What WILL we be seeing reruns of? Now that Seinfeld's coming to DVD, and everything else is bound for TV Land to bump up against Lassie, what will the sub-prime-time be devoted to? Seeing Flava and Brigitte sliding up against each other in the pool must only be seen once. Trust me. Other options are out there, somewhere.
So be careful in your scheduling. Do what you know will make us happy.
But, ok, leave me Richard Branson, if you must.
Have they finally figured it out??
Is REALITY TV OVER?!
The networks have been releasing disappointing results on this season's round of 'it must be real cuz it's on the tv' antics. Yes, I admit it, I've been sucked into the occasional episode of American Idol. I couldn't believe that the girls on The Swan subjected themselves to the trauma they did and were so tearfully happy at the results. And although I spend most nights with a rented DVD, or Wednesday's with Lost, I have to admit that Richard Branson is cute, and seems like a truly nice guy, and I felt bad when he bungeed off Victoria Falls canyon unwillingly.
Ok, back to the point.
If their speculations are correct...*on knees praying for creativity*...then this time next year, perhaps we'll see the season premieres of the new Seinfeld, the new Family Guy, the new Sanford & Son...heck, I'd even take the new Friends. I have to believe that, despite everything, TV script writers are truly good at heart. Somewhere, there's a show about nothing dying to come out. Please, please, please, give them a chance, big three. I promise to look back fondly upon the Era Of Reality, and speak well of it to my grandchildren when they're watching reruns of Big Brother (Nooooooooooo!).
Which brings me to that final point. What WILL we be seeing reruns of? Now that Seinfeld's coming to DVD, and everything else is bound for TV Land to bump up against Lassie, what will the sub-prime-time be devoted to? Seeing Flava and Brigitte sliding up against each other in the pool must only be seen once. Trust me. Other options are out there, somewhere.
So be careful in your scheduling. Do what you know will make us happy.
But, ok, leave me Richard Branson, if you must.
11.16.2004
Mercury
Alright, so I'm a posting fiend today. But really, you must watch
The Lucky Ones
What? WHAT?? I haven't even had time to go over the whole site yet.
But it sure is a lot of entertainment for a car contest.
The Lucky Ones
What? WHAT?? I haven't even had time to go over the whole site yet.
But it sure is a lot of entertainment for a car contest.
Fly On The Wall
Fly On The Wall
Condi: "Leave me your pen."
Colin: "No."
Condi: "LEAVE the PEN."
Colin: "No, it's my pen. Dubya gave it to ME, and YOU can't have it."
Condi: "Miss Beazely peed on your shoe just now."
Colin: "Daddy!"
Condi: "He's not your daddy anymore."
My Nerdy Friends Have This Little Rocket Thing
Feeling Lucky?
Ooh! There are ALL SORTS of interesting news stories this morning. Let me broaden your horizons.
18ft Shark Attacks Beach Swimmer
Am I the only one who saw the Discovery Channel show on the leaping sharks at Cape Town? Where they towed fake seals behind the boats and got the sharks to leap nearly 20 ft. out of the water? Apparently they didn't show it to the locals. 77 year old ladies look alot like seals.
Man Sets Self Afire Outside White House
Really, at least tell everybody what you want before flambe-ing yourself. I mean, I'm upset about the Bush's replacing their dog so quickly, too, but it's not Miss Beazely's fault. She's a Communist.
...and my personal favorite:
Cocaine Haul Hidden In Giant Squid
For you stoners who thought it was fool-proof to hide your weed in a jar of peanut butter or a can of coffee, consider this. Even black-pepper coated frozen squid is no match for Fluffy the Stash Dog. Why don't you just drive your bus down there and deliver it yourself. Leave the real payloads for people like this to screw up.
And this just in. Teenagers Hope To Raise the Dead.
No, not Jerry. The real dead. Dabbling in alternative religions is one thing, but who convinced whom that this would work? And who was gonna mold the ashes back together? I mean, everybody knows you've got to at least start with a sturdy corpse.
Geez.
So there you go. Let another day begin, a day where the stupidity of humans is no match for the ironic justice doled out by inanimate objects. Good luck.
18ft Shark Attacks Beach Swimmer
Am I the only one who saw the Discovery Channel show on the leaping sharks at Cape Town? Where they towed fake seals behind the boats and got the sharks to leap nearly 20 ft. out of the water? Apparently they didn't show it to the locals. 77 year old ladies look alot like seals.
Man Sets Self Afire Outside White House
Really, at least tell everybody what you want before flambe-ing yourself. I mean, I'm upset about the Bush's replacing their dog so quickly, too, but it's not Miss Beazely's fault. She's a Communist.
...and my personal favorite:
Cocaine Haul Hidden In Giant Squid
For you stoners who thought it was fool-proof to hide your weed in a jar of peanut butter or a can of coffee, consider this. Even black-pepper coated frozen squid is no match for Fluffy the Stash Dog. Why don't you just drive your bus down there and deliver it yourself. Leave the real payloads for people like this to screw up.
And this just in. Teenagers Hope To Raise the Dead.
No, not Jerry. The real dead. Dabbling in alternative religions is one thing, but who convinced whom that this would work? And who was gonna mold the ashes back together? I mean, everybody knows you've got to at least start with a sturdy corpse.
Geez.
So there you go. Let another day begin, a day where the stupidity of humans is no match for the ironic justice doled out by inanimate objects. Good luck.
11.15.2004
Squeaky Clean
In the two small bathrooms, in the "trailer" that is our office, are bottles of dish soap, next to a sponge.
My coworker and I were washing our lunch dishes...
and as we did, she wondered out loud if the janitors use our sponge for any other purpose.
I will be sponge shopping this afternoon. After the vomiting.
My coworker and I were washing our lunch dishes...
and as we did, she wondered out loud if the janitors use our sponge for any other purpose.
I will be sponge shopping this afternoon. After the vomiting.
Bunion Land
We spent eight hours on Saturday delivering a new, small local newspaper that's just trying to get off the ground. Free advertising in exchange, if we continue to help.
Now I know why it's a teenager's job.
Does anyone know a good place for prosthetic feet?
I think the cost of an ad is a small price to pay in exchange for the ability to walk.
Now I know why it's a teenager's job.
Does anyone know a good place for prosthetic feet?
I think the cost of an ad is a small price to pay in exchange for the ability to walk.
11.11.2004
Get Me Outta Here!
Ah yes, the end of the week for me...
and tomorrow -
ROAD TRIP!
Ok, just a two hour trip to see the fam. And there could be flurries. But still...
Friday morning highway and good driving music!
Does anyone have a time machine?
I want to leave NOW.
and tomorrow -
ROAD TRIP!
Ok, just a two hour trip to see the fam. And there could be flurries. But still...
Friday morning highway and good driving music!
Does anyone have a time machine?
I want to leave NOW.
11.10.2004
Set In Yer Ways
Apparently, here at Fort Penn State, it is illegal to change a light bulb without proper training.
And despite the common knowledge that, should you overload your own private little power circuits, the proper thing to do is flip the breaker, it is necessary to call upon the well trained individuals whose job it truly is to flip that little switch or twist that little bulb for you.
But before they do, it is now imperative that they are fully outfitted with:
hard hat, in case the ceiling falls upon them;
high voltage gloves, in case God himself chooses to direct all the building's power through their body, or in the case of those who just can't resist licking their fingers and sticking them in the sockets just to make sure it's the bulb that's dead;
eye protection, should the bulb shatter or the wall explode;
coveralls, so as not to brush against your office files and paper-cut their torsos;
face mask, should the breaker or bulb be encased in a playground of cancerous asbestos and lead paint;
and additionally, two men, a ladder, and proper climbing and ladder holding training, so as to be sure that your co-worker is fully aware of how you died should all of the previous protective methods fail.
In the case of a "liability", otherwise known as "Staff Assistant Jane changed her own light bulb instead of calling the Light Bulb Control Center", said Staff Assistant must be duly fired, or at least sealed in a decompression tank and exposed to prodding and tests to measure her asbestos and lead exposure in front of a national audience.
For those employees of the Light Bulb Control Center who hearken back to the ole' days when you could tell the desk-jobbers that "the next tyme ye blow 'er, jus flip the break'r an yul be all set", obviously a little up-to-date, on-the-job training is in order. Perhaps you're unaware that you're coaxing them to their deaths.
And despite the common knowledge that, should you overload your own private little power circuits, the proper thing to do is flip the breaker, it is necessary to call upon the well trained individuals whose job it truly is to flip that little switch or twist that little bulb for you.
But before they do, it is now imperative that they are fully outfitted with:
hard hat, in case the ceiling falls upon them;
high voltage gloves, in case God himself chooses to direct all the building's power through their body, or in the case of those who just can't resist licking their fingers and sticking them in the sockets just to make sure it's the bulb that's dead;
eye protection, should the bulb shatter or the wall explode;
coveralls, so as not to brush against your office files and paper-cut their torsos;
face mask, should the breaker or bulb be encased in a playground of cancerous asbestos and lead paint;
and additionally, two men, a ladder, and proper climbing and ladder holding training, so as to be sure that your co-worker is fully aware of how you died should all of the previous protective methods fail.
In the case of a "liability", otherwise known as "Staff Assistant Jane changed her own light bulb instead of calling the Light Bulb Control Center", said Staff Assistant must be duly fired, or at least sealed in a decompression tank and exposed to prodding and tests to measure her asbestos and lead exposure in front of a national audience.
For those employees of the Light Bulb Control Center who hearken back to the ole' days when you could tell the desk-jobbers that "the next tyme ye blow 'er, jus flip the break'r an yul be all set", obviously a little up-to-date, on-the-job training is in order. Perhaps you're unaware that you're coaxing them to their deaths.
11.09.2004
Jitter Bugs
I hate feeling restless.
...having alot of trouble working today. Caffeine? Maybe...but
it's different.
Like I really need something else to DO.
Something DIFFERENT.
All those things I wanted to be when I grew up seem so attractive now.
Rock star
Veterinarian
Stunt Driver
or at least, my own boss.
Let's get this business a'rollin'...I need to employ myself.
...and I don't want to sit anywhere that's referred to as a "workstation".
Burned Out!!!!
Thank you for listening!
...having alot of trouble working today. Caffeine? Maybe...but
it's different.
Like I really need something else to DO.
Something DIFFERENT.
All those things I wanted to be when I grew up seem so attractive now.
Rock star
Veterinarian
Stunt Driver
or at least, my own boss.
Let's get this business a'rollin'...I need to employ myself.
...and I don't want to sit anywhere that's referred to as a "workstation".
Burned Out!!!!
Thank you for listening!
11.08.2004
Lean Mean Lunch-Ruining Machine
Lunch, while at work, is a very important time of the day.
A personal detour into a relaxing moment of good food and light reading.
So whatever you do, do not ruin it by eating this.
Blech, I say. Blech.
A personal detour into a relaxing moment of good food and light reading.
So whatever you do, do not ruin it by eating this.
Blech, I say. Blech.
This Would Be More Fun If I Had A Sleigh
HELP!
Oh geez, here it comes. It's.........THE HOLIDAYS.
Sure, I love all the things about them that remind you of being a kid.
BUT
It seems that we've once again piled our plates high with projects and responsibilities. Job applications, starting a business, pretending I'm actually going to write a novel, and having three households of family members living within 45 minutes of each other (and 2 1/2 hours from us) means its assumed that we can make time for everyone.
Ok, I do enjoy it...
but I'd also like to spend some time alone at home!
So the next few weeks are officially committed to MAKING CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.
Yes, making them. I just need an idea...what would you like from santy claus? Moonshine? Sure! Bad origami? No problem! A paper mache lampshade? Done!
How about cookies? I can do cookies.
Oh geez, here it comes. It's.........THE HOLIDAYS.
Sure, I love all the things about them that remind you of being a kid.
BUT
It seems that we've once again piled our plates high with projects and responsibilities. Job applications, starting a business, pretending I'm actually going to write a novel, and having three households of family members living within 45 minutes of each other (and 2 1/2 hours from us) means its assumed that we can make time for everyone.
Ok, I do enjoy it...
but I'd also like to spend some time alone at home!
So the next few weeks are officially committed to MAKING CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.
Yes, making them. I just need an idea...what would you like from santy claus? Moonshine? Sure! Bad origami? No problem! A paper mache lampshade? Done!
How about cookies? I can do cookies.
11.04.2004
The Winter Of Our Discontent
PHEW!
Alright, are we done now?
As the days go by, I hope those who feel most defeated by this outcome will settle in and start looking towards the future. I'm not concerned about our president's ability to lead our country. I'm concerned about his ability to unite us. To have a period such as the year following September 11, where nothing could divide us...and to have it followed by such division as we are in now...it seems nearly incomprehensible to me. I know the events through that time and the decisions the administration has made have dug this canyon inbetween us all. He can try to change that. But we're a stubborn people, too, and I just hope we can find ways to unite instead of pointing fingers, rolling our eyes, believing the other side is merely brainwashed and seeing no good in each other all the time. In my opinion, that's going to be as hard as any war.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,—
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
Alright, are we done now?
As the days go by, I hope those who feel most defeated by this outcome will settle in and start looking towards the future. I'm not concerned about our president's ability to lead our country. I'm concerned about his ability to unite us. To have a period such as the year following September 11, where nothing could divide us...and to have it followed by such division as we are in now...it seems nearly incomprehensible to me. I know the events through that time and the decisions the administration has made have dug this canyon inbetween us all. He can try to change that. But we're a stubborn people, too, and I just hope we can find ways to unite instead of pointing fingers, rolling our eyes, believing the other side is merely brainwashed and seeing no good in each other all the time. In my opinion, that's going to be as hard as any war.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,—
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
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