Eek

I just realised i'd played one hundred and twenty two rounds of MSN.com's Noah's Ark game. Must find work!

Wow.

I was so very verbose yesterday. I've just been kind of blah the last couple of days and yesterday was the worst so far. So three more days!!! A woman had a seizure on the train this morning. That's about it so far...

Four Days!!!

I can't wait.

At Least...

...this afternoon has flown by. I'd like to be able to clear the board just once on that Alchemy game. That would make me feel good. Make me feel like I had more than three braincells, y'know? Oh well.

Aw, Man!

So it didn't come today. :(

I really wanted it to.

I wonder why today and yesterday have both been so frickin' blah?

Whinge (Which Is Completely Different Than Minge)

I really, really, really, really, really want my new CD to come in the mail today. And I want the next four days to go by in Warp Speed.

Holy shit, they've gone plaid!

::sigh:: Now my brain will be repeating every single line from Spaceballs ad naseum all afternoon. Lucky me.

Seriously though, I do love that movie far more than I probably should. When I tell people that I love Spaceballs they always ask if I like Blazing Saddles, and they're always shocked when I say "Not so much." I just don't really think it's all that funny. Granted the whole fart-around-the-campfire scene makes me giggle, but over all it just didn't get me the way Spaceballs gets me.

It's So Confusing!

So I ordered an Adrian Belew cd from Amazon.com's Marketplace, and I got a confirmation letter back from the seller, and it said:

The CD was shipped yesterday 09/20/02 per USPS Media Mail to below address and should arrive within 4 business days according to the post office's estimated delivery schedule.

Now this puts me into a slight quandary.

Firstly, 9/20, a Friday, is a business day. Does this count as one of the 4 business days? If so, I should get the CD today. If not, I should get it tomorrow.

However, in the eyes of the USPS, does Saturday count as a business day? I wonder this, as the USPS does do business on Saturday, but the majority of the business world is a Monday-Friday sort of thing.



If the USPS doesn't count Saturday, and Friday isn't included, than I should be getting it tomorrow. But then this is Chicago, so I'll probably get it next week. ;)

Morning!

I'm in a really good mood this morning, which is odd, because i spilled coffee on myself three times. Fortunately it wasn't burning hot, and it was only on my hand. But all the same it was a drag, and i was fully preparing myself for it being one of those mornings. But after finishing the coffee I found that I was in a teriffic mood. Dunkin Donuts's coffee absolutely rocks my world.

That totally makes me think of the whole Denis Leary rant about coffee flavored coffee.

I'd love to go into a massive quoting rampage right now, but luckily for someone (You? Me? Who knows...) i can't remember anything more than a couple of half sentences, and in the wrong order. And even luckier still, i can't find the transcripts online.

So that's where I'm at this morning.

The 'F' Doesn't Stand for What You Think It Does

This is the completed blurb from usubscribe.com

Gear is not just another men's magazine- it's like the perfect date...great to look at, makes you laugh, possesses intelligence and is provocative. Gear addresses all the issues that interest young men - sex, fashion, music, movies, TV, cars, health and fitness- and promises a few surprises along the way.

::sigh:: Fitness.

It's Like the Perfect Date!

So I just got a free subscription to Gear Magazine.

This according to magazinewall.com:

Gear is not just another men's magazine- it's like the perfect date...great to look at, makes you laugh, possesses intelligence and is provocative. Gear addresses all the issues that interest young men - sex, fashion, music, movies, TV, cars, health and f


That's not a typo on my part at the end there, that's cut+pasted from the site. Like the perfect date. Printed on glossy paper! So what kind of magazine is this again? I'm still holding out for the male version of Cosmo. I already get Maxim, and it just ain't it.

Bleh

That's all, really. Just bleh. Kind of describes the whole day...

Bleh.

I'm So Bored

I'm really bored to day and completely motivation free. I've tried to write something here about five times and yet nothing's come out.

I did manage to get comments added, so i guess that's something, no?

My idea of fun today is going to the altavista translator and translating this page into Japanese. Granted i can't read it at all, but it looks really frickin' cool.

I Really Should Write Something

So we got a futon yesterday. (And for cheaper than that too. And with a cooler cover. Well we've not got the cover yet, but it will be cooler than that)

And we had some really kick ass Indian food too. I don't quite remember what mine was called, it was some sort of tikka though. Twas chicken marinated in yogurt with mint. Ah found it. It's called Hariyali Tikka. It rocked. Oh yes.

So... 6 days!!!

Things That Are Funny

So we were at the wedding on Saturday, sitting with a few of Scruffy's friends from high school. The groom's brother was over talking to us, or as we in the business like to say, "mingling" and after he left, one of the friends at our table says:

I remember when I was a freshman, and you guys (Scruffy + groom's brother) were seniors and you would let me sit at your lunch table if I cleaned up your trays afterwards. ::dramatic pause::

You guys were real assholes. ::smirk::

Are You Massacred?

So Friday was the Brian Jonestown Massacre show. I was looking forward to the drunken bitchyness. Only...

There wasn't any.

Anton and the drummer came out and started setting stuff up, and A. made eye contact at me and smiled. I didn't know whether to be flattered or frightened. He looked good, for him; it looked as if he'd had a haircut recently, and a bath. The rest of the band came out and started -- Oh wait, i have to back this up and get to the girl fight.

The gig was at Schubas. Scruffy and I had staked out a spot against the stage, because we're just like that. Scruffy went to get a beer, and i was standing there, waiting for the band (The M's) to finish setting up and start, and I heard this drunkish girl voice going "Don't you tell me to shut up!" so i turned to look at what was going on and there was a girl standing next to me, holding a very full glass of beer, and there was the drunk girl standing on the other side of her, doing the whole neck rolling bad ass thing yellling "Don't you tell me to shut up!" as the band started their set. Next thing i knew is that Drunk Girl was wearing the entire glass of beer, on her head.

And the band played on.

Then the fists started flying. This was not your typical eye-scratchin', hair-pullin' cat fight, no no. This was a knock-down, drag-out dirty punching and kicking fight. At Schubas, for pete's sake! I got out of the way, and discovered that Scruffy was back, and we went "Oh my Gawd!" at each other. Then the singer was all dopey sounding and "Hey... man, it's not worth it, ok?" as they were playing. Then it got broken up and Scruffy and I squished back to where we were at in the first place.
The M's were pretty good. Anyway, back to Anton.

I guess I should give a little background on me and Anton. (Ha, like there's a me and Anton) We saw BJM play a couple of years ago at the Empty Bottle, and Anton was an absolute jerk. Just a complete jack-ass. And for some inexplicable reason, i wanted him to notice me. Maybe it was the whole bad boy attraction thing, i don't really know. That night, i had this bizarre dream where he and I were someplace, and i was trying to seduce him (and failing miserably) and then we had to drive somewhere and we got in this car accident, and he died and i wasn't sad. ::shrugs:: So... Scruffy likes to tease me about that, and did on Friday night. So when Anton smiled at me, it was just very strange.

The rest of BJM came out and was setting up, and there was no Joel! He was the little skinny manwhore guitar player. He was the one that Anton was fighting (nearly) with onstage over the volume knob last time. He was replaced with this ham-hocky sideburned guy. So they set up and started, and they were... SOBER! They played really well, but the crowd was rather subdued, and the band picked up on it. Scruffy and I think that the whole crowed were bummed at the lack of bitchyness.

At one point some guy in the back yelled out "Where's Joel?", to which Anton replyed "He's standing in the back, with an ax." Later in the set the same guy yelled the same thing, and the answer was "If he was up your ass you'd know where he was!" It was hilarious. That Anton, he's so witty. So the show went on and then the shots started making their way to the stage, and Anton kept getting louder. Apparently he gets deaf when he gets drunk. That or he thinks we do... who knows. But over all the show was good.

So. Hungry.

Must. Get. Food. Now.

Yay for the Muppet show.

We (me and a couple of coworkers) killed some time looking at this Muppet page earlier. So that was fun. Then I started typing again.

Today i get to go and look for shoes. I hope Payless is still open when i get there. If not, i can go to Kmart. I vaguely recall seeing a pair of strappy black heels there, but chances are they won't have them in my size.

I know i don't technically need strappy black heels, as i've got semi-strappy silver heels, but they're hella uncomfortable and blah blah blah... But it would be nice to find some strappy black heels. I think i'll say strappy black heels a couple of more times... strappy black heels strappy black heels strappy black heels.

Ok, now i've got that out of my system. I don't know why, i just really like that phrase. A lot. A lot lot.

Anyway. Twelve minutes to go and then i go. So i guess i could've even said "Twelve minutes til go" but that sounds wrong.

Why do i like typing so much? It's almost disturbing that i spent most of today typing on the typing tutor thing i downloaded.

Just for the record, i hardly had any work to do, so it's not like i didn't do anything remotely productive today. Although increasing my wpm seems productive to me.

Artist Availablility

Oh My Gawd, It's the Flaming Lips.

Rent them for your next bar mitzvah for only $7,500!!!

Welcome to the LNSEMSF World Headquarters

Aw man... and I thought I had faaaaar too much time on my hands.

I totally have to show this to Scruffy.

And i have a headache. :(

boo hoo for me.

i really want to be moved, without having to move myself. i'm not what we in the business like to refer to as "thrilled" about the whole packing thing. But i will start either tonight or sunday, depending on the weather.

(I don't want to carry the boxes in from the car in the rain. Soggy cardboard's no fun)

Ok, I realise it's the end of September, and not really the season to be wearing a pair of strappy black heels, but for crying out loud, today is the first day this month that the temperature's dropped below eighty.

I also realise that if i wanted a pair of strappy black heels for the wedding, i should've started shopping for them a little sooner than twentyfour hours ahead of time.

I also realise that i've only tried two stores, but this is no consolation.

I just really want a pair of strappy black heels to wear with my purple lacy dress, dammit!

so great, i just found out that the birth control i'm on could possibly render me sterile.

f*cking great.

:sigh:: so back to the drawing board on that one.

So I'm here today, which is good, I guess. I'd rather be home sleeping, as the bed was �ber comfortable this morning. I got into work only forty minutes late, which is why i'm thankful for flex time. I'm a bit bummed out because i was really jonesing for a couple of sausage biscuits for breakfast, but it's raining really, really hard out, like the raindrops are coming down with such a vengence that they're bouncing when they hit the street, and i don't have an umbrella. So i overpaid for a blueberry muffin and some chocolate milk from the newspaper shop downstairs.

I really hope they put in a new restaurant/cafe thing on the third floor soon. And i hope it's something good, like a corner bakery or something like that, but it probably won't be.

Yay! Scruffy got me some boxes. That means i can start packing tonight, instead of waiting until the last minute, which i think he was a teensy bit afraid i might do. ::shrugs:: but i could be completely wrong on that.

I've got a bit of a headache today and a raging appetite. I could eat and eat somemore right now. It's like i eat and then i'm hungry in five minutes. Anyway, it's after five so i'm going home.

Happy trails...

So i just found out my dad has type 2 diabetes...

I don't know what kind of calendar to get for my desk for next year. My mom got me a cool "Little Zen Calendar" last year and I like peeling off the sheets everyday, and I like that the date is in a large font so that I don't have to turn around and squint at the free wall calendar i got from our publisher, but then the date is also written on a checkerboard type area, or rather it's done up like graph paper, so now i've got about twenty or so sheets with everyother square filled in like a checkerboard scattered over my desk. My desk is already cluttered enough as it is. Let's have a virtual tour, shall we? Starting at the left, near the entrance of my cubicle (the desk is L-shaped)

First we've got a manual to the Dues and Basic Subscriptions module of our lovely relational database. That's on a stack of papers that most likely has no importance. Behind that is one of those "In/Out" trays flowing over with papers, magazines (our org. publishes one quarterly) memos, newspaper clippings i will one day tack up on the wall and about fifteen thousand more useless sheets of paper that were given to me by people who had no idea what i do (even though they work here, too) but thought they would help me immensely. Moving to the right is another stack of papers that once had a purpose, but now just take up space. Copies of batches, a manila envelope containing a gift for a friend (and i'll mail it to 'im one day, i swear!) and an overfilled binder containing a lot of documentation on the switch from non-relational to relational database. next to that, and partially holdin up the stack is my tape dispenser. I've never actually used my tape dispenser. But it looks nice on the desk, when you can see it. Next to that is a small notepad and a bottle of Nu-Skin. In front of those is a stack of entered-in and unentered-in surveys. Behind that is my phone. Next to that is a staple puller, an ink pad and date stamper, a folded up paper towel, four paperclips, a nailfile and some white out. Keep moving! There's my paperstand thing? I don't know what the heck it's called. It's a stand that holds papers upright. It's surprisingly got only one page on it, and the page is semi-relevant to what i'm doing today. Which is rather uncommon. Behind that is a bunch of, you guessed it, papers! Next to that is a mug with a straw in it. Why? I don't know. Then is my binderclip bracelet, a speaker, my monitor on the stand that's got a lovely work-art display of varying sized binder clips. They're such fun. It's like a zen garden, only... not. Next to my monitor is another speaker, my go-cup, a nearly empty package of pumpkin seeds, a teensy glass bottle of Heinz� ketchup, a bag of promo-stuff from the ...Trail of Dead/Queens of the Stone Age show, my calendar, a bottle of generic tums, a cool little tin from some lemon flavoured candies, a plastic bowl containing cheez-it crumbs, a box of peach tea, a pad of post-its, a paper box full of paperclips (ooh, fawncy), a little desk cubey thing, for pens and things, a half eaten bowl of udon soup, a tub of udder cream (cos it works, ok?!) then a stack of papers (i swear they procreate when i'm not here) a couple of empty tupperware bowls, a teeshirt from when i tried to give blood, a free sample packet of febreeze (fa shizzle, yo) my purse, a newspaper, a couple of magazines, a sweater, a cardboard box from the corner bakery holding my cd's (cos it's the perfect size for that, which is cool), and an empty plastic shopping bag from the drugstore. Yeh, it's a bit messy.

Don't even get me started on the shelves and drawers. Or under the desk, even. I'm afraid to even look.

Yay. I've upped my record typing wpm to eightyseven.

Go me!

I had the bestest soup for lunch today!

I downloaded a typing tutor and promptly gave myself a headache from staring at the screen and not blinking. My wpm when i'm typing in copy is eighty three. It's a lot less than that when i'm think-typing�. Like fifteen or something. Ha...

YAY!!!

Brian Jonestown Massacre at Schubas tomorrow!

::dances around in her chair::

So i was sick yesterday.

I think i had a mild case of food poisoning, but it's hard to tell. I took the day off, and as usual, i felt completely normal by noon. ::sigh::

So i finished painting the door trim, and when i started to peel off the masking tape, it started to peel off the paint it was meant to protect in the first place. Joy.

YAY!

I'm off for the day!!!

::dances around like an idiot::

::yawn:: is it five o'clock yet?

I want to go hoooooooooome.

O dear god, what is wrong with people?

Who the hell names their kid Romaine?

No, i'm serious. I'm doing data entry today and i'm in the process of entering one Romaine X into the database.

Maybe he's got a sister called Arugula?

ok, i'm certainly not the authority on u.s. state capitals, but even i know boise is in idaho. (Idaho, no Udaho ::sigh:: yes, i'm twelve, get over it)

ordinarily i wouldn't snark on someone not knowing boise is in idaho, but when you enter in the zip code to our wonderful relational database, and it fills in the city and state for you, why the hell would you change ID to Iowa?

Iowa, folks, is not Idaho. Iowa is nowhere near Idaho. IA and ID don't even look alike, even written by someone with crappy penmanship. ::sigh:: somedays i hate being the data queen.

Why is this phrase so amusing?

"That's many, many, many thousands of mosquitoes."

It shouldn't make me giggle like a school girl, and yet it does. Maybe it's the triple many that does it?

At any rate they're spraying my area for mosquitoes tonight. Cook County has got lots of West Nile cases all because of those evil bloodsuckers. I also read that people aren't allowed to put flowers at gravesites as the flowers are a breeding ground for West Nile.

One of the symptoms of West Nile is swelling of the brain.

Why that makes me laugh is probably best left unsaid.

I got a mosquito bite last week and had a mini-freakout.

Scruffy asked if my brain felt swollen and i nearly died laughing.

Sick i tell you, sick.

Yay! Puerto Muerto will be playing again in October, so i don't feel bad about being too lazy to go out and see them tonight.

Yay! It turns out that the people that are living in my (well, what soon will be my) apartment will be moving out on saturday! Then the steam cleaning of the carpet begins! So we can move in (actually in in, as opposed to moving stuff into the storage cage/shed thing) first thing Sunday!

!!!

Wow, i think i just exceeded the daily limit of exclamation points in that little paragraph there. Frightening.

::sigh:: nothing like timing out to make the day go by happier. i had a nice long entry about strangely colored beverages and poof! it's gone off to die in pixelland.

So yay.

My first post.

i know, the excitement is killing me too.