feeling kinda
11:19 p.m. Sunday, July 28, 2002
salty dawg
tired and happy after a day on the water, crewing for a friend... the monitor is schlubbing up and down before my eyes, which makes it a bit hard to get anything productive done. i think i may just crash out on the couch and listen to the thunderstorm.
1:41 p.m. Saturday, July 27, 2002
six degrees
this is a cool idea. i keep perusing the list of members, as there are a fair number of blogs that i read semi-regularly. and the wanna-be cool chick in me would love to join. ;)
11:34 p.m. Wednesday, July 24, 2002
crank.
i'm really cranky tonight. for no good reason. i've tried writing journal entries, but it just makes me pissier. so i've done a few other things tonight.
in an unrelated note - ever notice how the narrators for the History Channel or Discovery Channel all have the same quasi-educated 'i'm telling you something phenomenally important' voice?
2:21 p.m. Wednesday, July 24, 2002
post 9/11
i've never heard a plane crash. i've never seen a plane crash in person, only in the media. but last night, i believed both of those things were about to change.
i live near Logan Airport. and we're not often on the flight path, but sometimes we are. so i hear planes closer than i would like every so often. i know what that sounds like.
this was not that. the roar got louder and louder, and the walls were shaking. i clapped my hands over my ears, and started saying 'ohgodno, ohgodno, ohgodno' over and over, as if some mantra could avert an event like a plane crash. i fully expected to see the plane pass by my window.
this is what life is like now, after 9/11.
11:34 a.m. Wednesday, July 24, 2002
as if two headed fish in the Charles weren't enough...
now we have this - that damn freak fish that shouldn't really even be called a fish, if you ask me. i mean, what kind of fish can live *without water* for three days?
11:22 p.m. Tuesday, July 23, 2002
joke mail
i cannot figure this out. i get crap mail in my email reader every day. but snail mail is usually fliers or some such junk. today, i got some truly weird snail mail.
exhibit one - a blank postcard. not even a postcard postcard, just a blank piece of paper with my address on one side. judging from the stamp, it's a bulk mail. but for what?
exhibit two - an invitation to (i am not making this up) 'The Fascinating World of the Apocolypse!'. it's a lavishly illustrated four fold, in screaming color, with appropriate snips from the Book of Revelations sprinkled thruout.
complete with free deluxe Bible! will solve all my problems! straighter hair and whiter teeth! 88 golden keys to unlock the symbols! (okay, i made one of those up.)
really and truly, i'm tempted to put a pagan sticker or a 'no religious tracts' sign on my mailbox.
and i'm still pondering where the blank postcard came from.
11:18 p.m. Tuesday, July 23, 2002
what i hate about summer
sounds like an essay topic you get assigned the first week back in grade school, doesn't it?
what i hate about summer is this - Stinky Cheese Feet. i'd trademark that, but i copped it from a friend (you know who you are, and i won't embarrass you by pointing fingers. anyway, they can smell us coming.).
it's a no win battle. you don't want to wear socks, but you can't wear the same pair of sandals again, because there are blisters from yesterday. so you break out another pair of shoes. by the end of the day, you have a new set of blisters, and the entire output of a French diary fermenting in your shoes.
so you switch to another pair of less stinky shoes. by the end of the day? same thing. there is just no good way around it. blee.
11:17 p.m. Tuesday, July 23, 2002
speaking of radio...
another local show was talking about mishearing things (sort of like the telephone game - remember that from summer camp?), and ChicaBeanie called in to tell the dyke knees story. so now everyone knows the secret. :)
10:04 p.m. Tuesday, July 23, 2002
i've never seen anyone lick salt with three fingers
as if i needed a reminder why i don't listen to what passes for 'talk radio' these days, i tuned into the Opie and Anthony show today. why, i do not know. they had naked girls and flaming shooters. and body shots. um... did anyone tell them that radio isn't exactly about *visuals*? and frankly, picking on a girl with a prosthetic leg bothered me a lot.
so why didn't i change the station, you ask? good question. if i wasn't using my spare hand to hold my jaw off the floor of the car, i might have.
