I wasn’t letting myself think about San Francisco. I wasn’t allowing myself to really believe that I was going there again. Sure, the trip, in my head, I knew that I was flying into SFO, the airport I could navigate through with my eyes closed, just by nature of the sights and smells. But in […]
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This weekend was Scotty Boom Boom’s annual garage party and it was, once again, a show stopper. I made the wise decision to take a nap midday (which turned into a 4 hour drool fest) and then showed up around 6 pm, which was early enough to still see the people with children, and allowed […]
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I am in Tampa. Or near there, anyway. On the Gulf somewhere. Treasure Island maybe? Is that a place or just a novel? I mean, is it anything other than the name of a million hotels, crab shacks and one pirate-themed gay dance club (I presume, but that would be the best club EVER). I’m […]
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This entire entry is all thanks to the fact that I am totally procrastinating working on a freelance project. Actually, that’s not entirely true, as I’ve been working on it for like, six hours straight, and now? My head is about to explode with the Orthopaedic stuff. I’ve got scary words floating around in my […]
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About two or three years ago, I embarked on this whole get up and go kind of self-rejuvenation kick. It was probably around this time of year, as this is usually when I get all Zen about my life and shit. I mean, this weekend, I went to a home and garden show and then […]
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Everything’s changing this month! Diaryland’s user interface changed (oh, does anyone actually use this site anymore? Everyone seems to be Somebody Dot Com these days but still! It’s weird to not have the girly light blue Diaryland GUI! Also, hi, that was just a brief snippet of my day job sneaking into where it shouldn’t […]
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Thursday, February 21, 2008
It is cold here. Ever so cold. I know that this idea of cold is one that everyone is familiar with, but this morning, I was talking with one of my dotted line reports (this is apparently what they do in the grey nubby walls of cubicle farms, when you regularly say that you don’t […]
Monday, February 11, 2008
Hey, you know an easy way to increase your website’s hit count without even lifting a finger? Ok, one finger, the one driving your mouse. Seriously, give Golf Widow two bucks and she’ll just volunteer to write you a guest entry. by Golf Widow Weetabix is kind of like Curly Howard of the Three Stooges. […]
Laura, this entry is wholly and entirely (and hopelessly) devoted to you. Just so you know. That’s not me being passive aggressive or anything, just stating a fact. And any opportunity to work in an ONJ reference is not to be missed. So, there were a lot of people here last weekend, and it was […]
Thursday, January 10, 2008
It is 1984 and I am thirteen years old. For my golden birthday, my mother informs me that her present to me is that she is taking me to my very first concert. Awesome, I think! My brain immediately swirls to concert footage on MTV, the kind showing Bruce Springsteen pulling Courteney Cox up to […]
