August 19th, 2004


Thursday, August 19

yeah, so rain... lots and lots of rain.
We had a power outage last night before suz and I hit the hay and it was one of those dramatic shut downs with a deafening silence in it's wake. Edward had not fully formed his sleep bubble and popped immediately into cry-scared mode so we snuggled him a bit and then Z had him helping her with candles until the power came back on. Geo, on the other hand, was fine with me stuffing a flashlight under his pillow (he woke up to Eds cries) and going back to sleep. :D

I had a remarkably great night of comfortable sleep... although I did manage to kink my neck two nights ago and it's still kicking my ass... er my neck.

There's this happy-schmappy thing going on inside. :D Happy feet, chair dancing and smiling at coworkers enough to make 'em all say "wha?"
I have my headphones back on and am listening to my play list again... I've missed the daily dose of music pipped at probably too many decibels directly into my brain.

~ blue ftls
~ dk blue dockers
~ nice, new, white shirt with a dk blue button up shirt
~ drive Z's car to the mechanic to have that "service engine" light thing dealt with...
~ several meetings the second I walk through the door at work
~ sort through the crap mail I get on my company email account
~ upgrade to Winamp 5.04 (weeee)
~ work work work... hahahaha...
~ Big Brother tonight... :D
~ you could reach through the wires and grab my hand... I know you'd be able to feel my vibe if you could.
~ to send some words to C-Ville's notorious radio diva... words that remind her of how small the world really is... everything is connected in your business... so watch out for the nasty results of letting the man get you down. You're the absolute shit and you rock the frigg'en house sugar-baby... and you're way way better than that rat bastard....
~ to send a good mood out to my song-mistress... sweet sugar-cack... er... thedreamingtree
~ just to stand up and say "word" over at my pal lostinjersey. (re: communities and the cut)
~ for a 512 meg video card that comes with a sword, to land in sixtyten's lap... just because that would be fun. :D
~ and a wee word of giggling happy for my friend pookfreak... and that's another "just because" kinda thing.

Yeah, I watched as the US Shot-Putter dude threw that "shot" when he stepped out of the boundary... and his instant reaction, denial and anger, with three hundred pounds of human flesh wrapped around a skinny, limp, penis. He reminded me of so many big dumb jock-itch-for-brains in that moment that I instantly judged him and all his buddies. Is that wrong? Ass wipe.

Now, the Olympic Badminton match that went to China Gold was on this morning... pure Olympian Glory there... No doubt China will be adding a bit to the ol'badminton funding formula next year. She threw her racket down and ran for a towel to mop the many tears of joy... Such pure athletic expression, badminton... I mean, she didn't strike that spazzy "get low under the birdie and hit it overhand" pose even once. I wonder if the Chinese have found a performance enhancing gene therapy that is undetectable for their badminton team? Imagine how much better they'll be next time when they can afford the frictionless body suit for their team members. Yessirree, the Olympic ideals are alive and well at the badminton court. I'm betting that Personal Plus (the FIBA dance troop) will be entertaining the crowd next Olympics between points in badminton.
  • Current Music
    (Crystal Method) - Keep Hope Alive

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Observation: Personal, non-work-related Email is fucking stooopid.
Well, ok, not the email per se, but the way it has turned people into the worst kind of pack rats.

When push comes to shove, and your home desktop computer is absolutely toast...
it's time to burn it and reinstall... what cho gotta do?
You need to save those 4 megs of ms word documents representing your
resume and associated forms. Everything else can be reacquired...
unless you're programmer dude and you need to stash code... but still...
we're talking about a directory you can see, feel, and manage.
Email, on the other hand, is buried in Outlook and when you run an export
- if you actually remember to do an export -
is hundreds of megs... why? because you're backing up every email you
ever wrote, received or deleted... and you have them... because... why?
Do you expect to be investigated by the FBI and have to prove that Edna
sent you that pinko commie recipe for borscht?

Believe me... there is little as liberating as trashing your entire email repository.

I think that email account you get from your ISP... the one you hook into your Outlook...
is the devil. Best case scynario involves only ever accessing that account on a web interface,
and trashing everything in it regularly. Keep it from storing anything on your pc.

This would be why I love hotmail and gmail solutions. My email is not rocket science and I could care less if some bot is trolling through my mail looking for key words to customize advertisements... There are no big honking secrets in email and last time I checked I'm pretty sure I wasn't a secret agent preparing to destabilize governments with my evil email...

... and yes, this is just me blabbing away to kill time waiting for a boss to chat with me. :)

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~ cool beans.

~ It's been long enough since I've heard anything from the fully expanded tonya... so, I'm all about thinking she's somewhere smiling and yawning over a little bablette.... wonders.

~ every now and then... when I'm watching the olympics... I get a vibe like I would if I was at an Evil Kinevil canyon jump...

~ bb tape is about to finish but it's time to put little people to bed and read stories...