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Saturday, February 28, 2004 08:51 a.m.

You are... The Flag of Turkmenistan!!!

The bold red vertical stripe through the green background fits you to a tee. It is representative, of course, of your independent streak, which is always just dying to get out. That said, the "you" that the world sees is the large, green-background "you." Your first priority is to let the world see the red "you" and all of the little squiggly things inside. While some might think that you are confined to the four corners of your external self, you know better. Be confident in who you are.
PS - Chicks dig crescent moons.

Take the Personality Quiz, brought to you by Mr. Poon.

Fox Test The Nation

What Dogs And Cats Think.
Saturday, February 28, 2004 06:51 a.m.

Lifted this from Bitka's boyfriend:

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY

Day number 180
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OOOooooo....bath. Bummer.
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer". More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured.

But I can wait. It's only a matter of time...

Spiders And Lizards And Bugs, Oh My.
Friday, February 27, 2004 01:24 p.m.

Ewwww.

Bizzarro World
Thursday, February 26, 2004 04:29 p.m.

I have a few random things I want to talk about today.

This morning, there were about 5 cats sitting on top of my car. None of them moved as I opened up my car door, got in and started the car. They all finally jumped off when I turned on my windshield wipers. Weird.

What the hell was up with traffic this afternoon? Normally, it takes me anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour to get home. Today? 30 minutes. Not that I'm complaining, but that's just not right. Thursday traffic is usually the heaviest (even more than Friday) for me on my commute.

Last night, after I finished watching Underworld (good movie, by the way), I was watching tv and I saw a commercial for a product called the "Eggstractor." Guess what it does? It removes the shell off hard boiled eggs. The product looks like a round accordian. You put the egg inside the vertical accordian looking part and slam down. The commercial made it seem like peeling hard boiled eggs was super super hard and that this product was great especially for people with arthritis. Yeah, but the force with which you have to slam down onto the egg seems like it would hurt anyone with arthritis.

I was on Merriam-Webster today because I was having a grammar debate with a person online about the word whence. She was saying that because the word means "from where", to say "from whence" is like saying "from from where." I argued that either one is fine. So I had to look it up online and prove that I was correct. Anyways, while I was there, I noticed that there were word games on their site so I click on this one called Fowl Words. It's basically Text Twist with a few changes and with chickens. The chickens cluck as you get the words correct and if you miss a word, they "bwok" at you for shoving the egg back. I'm having too much fun. Alyson, this one is for you!

Mario Brothers, A Tragedy
Thursday, February 26, 2004 11:02 a.m.

In 3 parts. And there will be more to come.

Hey Y'All
Wednesday, February 25, 2004 05:39 p.m.

Take this quiz: Yankee or Dixie?.
My score:
70% (Dixie). A definitive Southern score
which makes sense since I lived in both Georgia and Alabama longer than I lived in any "Nothern" state.

Getting Political
Wednesday, February 25, 2004 05:09 p.m.

Ok. Normally, I try to stay away from "hot button" topics like politics and religion. People have very strong feelings about both and sometimes, no amount of debate is going to sway someone to your side or you to someone else's side. And I admit that sometimes, the esteem to which I hold a person can decrease if I feel that their view of something is totally stupid. My ex-boyfriend is a HUGE example (and one I won't be going into right now). However, I feel that I have to comment on the whole "gay marriage" issue that's sweeping the nation right now.
For those of you just joining us in the world, President G.W. Bush is pushing forth an amendment to the Constiution stating that a marriage be defined as a union between a man and a woman. I am so mad about this, I could spit! I mean, forget about the fact that Bush and the people who are putting pressure on him are trying to inflict their moral values onto others. The fact that the government would seek to discriminate and violate the civil rights of a group of people by taking away their rights is sickening. Thank goodness the ratification process is difficult and that the President doesn't have a say in approving or vetoing the Amendment; he can only give his opinion. Let's hope that enough Congresspeople have the balls to say, "WTF?" and vote no.
If the proponents of opposite sex marriage say it's to protect the sanctity of marriage, then how do you explain that over 1/2 the marriages in our country end in divorce? How do you explain the travesty that was the 55 hour Britney Spears/Jason Alexander marriage? Do you think Britney really thought about the sanctity of marriage when she got drunk in Vegas? I think not. Oh, and remember that link I posted in an early blog entry about that guy who wants 1-6 women to bear 1-15 children for him? Do you think that his marriage to someone that he advertised for should be more valid than my sister's 5+ years relationship with her partner?
It just pisses me off that our government thinks that it knows better than us who to love and who should be a first class citizen.
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It Ain't Easy Bein' Green
Wednesday, February 25, 2004 08:18 a.m.

Polar bears getting a head start on St. Patrick's Day.

Yellow Rubber Gloves
Monday, February 23, 2004 10:20 a.m.

I woke up early on Sunday morning and couldn't get back to sleep after walking Sharky so I decided to be productive and clean my kitchen. Yeah, I got as far as doing dishes and cleaning my stove but that's a HUGE project done. Luckily I had those yellow rubber gloves otherwise I would've been grossed out while cleaning my stove because it was covered in all kinds of burned on food and grease. ICK!!! Plus, I was washing everything in hot water only, no cold water. My apartment was so cold that the hot water was steaming up my kitchen windows. I went through 2 Brillo Pads and a copper scrubber to clean that damn stovetop. But, it's all nice and clean and I don't feel gross about cooking on it now. I also did a busload of dishes and have decided that I am going to leave them in the cupboard and use paper plates instead so that I don't ever have to do dishes again. Which is really a sad statement considering that I live alone. I mean, how many dishes could I possibly use, right? Apparently a lot.
After cleaning, I settled in at my computer to futz around on the Internet. It stopped raining for a while so I decided to walk Sharky while it wasn't raining. At the end of our walk, it started to rain again so we ran the rest of the way into the apartment, just missing getting drenched. Then I decided that I was tired so I took what was supposed to be a little nap and ended up being a 4 hour nap. When I woke up, I walked Sharky again (I need to buy him a raincoat because holding an umbrella over him is tedious) and settled in under the electric blanket to watch tv.
Side note: Freddy Vs. Jason is a craptacular movie. It's very gory but not at all scary. Skip it unless you REALLY want to see a lot of chopped off body parts and pretty bad special effects.
After flipping through the channels twice and realizing that there was nothing on except E!s live coverage of the Red Carpet for the SAG Awards (which Drew and I saw being set up on Saturday as we drove past The Shrine [right across the street from USC] to get to the play) so I left that on as background and proceeded to finish reading The Secret Life of Bees. I finished right as the SAGs started but I hate watching the acceptance speeches (can't a winner just say THANK YOU and move on or at least not ramble on for 5 minutes about how your dog when you were 10 years old inspired you?) so I flipped back and forth between several shows. I walked Sharky again around 9:30pm and then showered and sat back down in front of the tv right in time to watch the cast of LOTR: ROTK win for Best Cast Ensemble, Motion Picture. Woo hoo! Except a big boo to Sean Astin's little political speech about movie unions blah blah blah. I hate when actors use an event like an awards show to spout their political agenda. There's a time and place for that and it really wasn't there. I don't care if he was addressing concerns about keeping the movie industry in California or whatever. That's crappy coming from a guy who spent a year and a half in New Zealand, filming a movie for which he was just recognized. What. Ev. Er. And I'm sure he wasn't the only celeb to do it, but I didn't watch anyone else's acceptance speech so Sean A. gets the brunt of my ire. Plus, I'm not a big fan of his anyways, so this is just one more thing not to like about him.
I turned off the tv since that was the end of the awards and got comfy in bed. This was about the time that The Elephants turned on their tv. Which I don't get. They were completely quiet during the whole time I was watching tv and when I walked Sharky and took a shower. But the minute I get into bed and everything is quiet, they get noisy. It's like they're doing it on purpose now. I wouldn't put it past them. Luckily, the sound went down about 10 notches 10 minutes later so I was able to fall asleep fairly quickly. And now I'm at work, which I should probably get back to, so TA!

Les Liaisons Dangereuses
Sunday, February 22, 2004 07:45 a.m.

Saturday afternoon, Drew, Susan, John, Liz and I went to USC to see the School of Theatre production of Les Liaisons Dangereuses. It was a small theatre, about 100 seats, so we were pretty much up close and personal with the actors and actresses on the "stage." The stage was basically just the floor and the seats were set up like stadium seating and the players walked all around the seating area. In fact, in the very first act, the actress playing the Marquise de Merteuil got her dress got on John's foot (he moved his foot quickly out of the way so there wasn't any mishap). Drew got to be in the spotlight a couple of times as well when the actors were on stage standing right next to him. The production itself was excellent. Very well acted and very well staged (a few missed lines here and there but nothing major). At one point, it started raining outside and it sounded like hail hitting the roof of the playhouse. None of the players missed a beat though. Just got a little louder to accomadate.
I had mentioned to a friend that I was going to see this play and she asked if I wasn't going to be disappointed since it wasn't a professionally done play. I then explained to her the Cabaret Incident.
When I was at USC, I spent $5 to see the School of Theatre's production of Cabaret. I enjoyed it immensely. I though the actors and actresses did a phenomenal job. Fast forward 10 years and Susan's calling up me and Drew to ask if we want to see Cabaret. It turns out that there's a national tour of the show and it's going to be in Long Beach. So, we pay $35 to see this show, expecting that it's going to be so much better than the USC show (which Drew and Susan had seen as well) because it was being done by professionals. Those expectations were dashed all to hell. The "professional" show was awful. Bad sound, bad lighting, bad acting, bad singing, bad bad bad. The only funny part, which was unintentional, was when Herr Ludwig gives Frauline Schneider a pineapple from his grocery store. The scene had dangling pineapple lights and a big pineapple chandeleir. That set Susan and I to giggles.
But that just goes to show that just because so-called professionals are putting on a show doesn't mean that it will be better. I've never been disappointed by a USC School of Theatre performance. And the shows are affordable to boot.

Get Out Of The Room
Friday, February 20, 2004 07:00 p.m.

Get out, if you can. My hint for you: click on things numerous times.

Dodge Game
Friday, February 20, 2004 06:18 p.m.

Go play!

The World's Mood
Friday, February 20, 2004 01:55 p.m.

Check it out.

Family Plan
Friday, February 20, 2004 01:20 p.m.

Oh my god.
There are no words for this guy.

Actually, I feel that I need to comment on this guy.
First of all, doesn't he realize that polygamy is illegal? Second, he thinks *that* picture (out of the several he took) flatters him and conveys the expression he wants?
How is it that morons like him are allowed to get married, but my sister, who has been in a committed relationship with her partner for more than 5 years, isn't?

Not Bloggy Today
Thursday, February 19, 2004 04:45 p.m.

Yeah, I don't really have anything to blog about today.
My Weather Pixie shows that it's raining. It's not. I don't believe it's supposed to either.

Rain
Wednesday, February 18, 2004 11:14 a.m.

It's raining? The hell? Was it supposed to rain today? I don't recall hearing that showers were expected but I went out to the supermarket today at lunch and it's full on raining. Damn, that's going to make the drive home crappy.

Required Reading Part 2
Tuesday, February 17, 2004 11:55 a.m.

First off, let me just say that you shouldn't bring a book that's going to make you cry with you to your doctor's office and then proceed to read it while you're waiting.
I brought The Five People You Meet in Heaven with me to my doctor's appointment and tried really hard not to cry while reading it in the waiting room. Once the assistant had sequestered me away into a room, I was free to let the tears flow while I was reading. I had stopped to wipe away the tears and blow my nose when my doctor walked in. She looked kinda freaked that I was crying but I tried to explain to her that I was reading a book. But, because I had just finished reading a particularly sad section, my voice was still shaky so I had to compose myself for a moment.
I came home from my doctor's office and proceeded to read the rest of the book and cried my eyes out! In case you're not familiar with the book, it's about a guy who's a maintenance worker at a seaside amusement park who dies and while in Heaven, he meets 5 people with whom his life is intertwined. It's a very fast read (I started it around 9am this morning and am now done with it). It doesn't get too deep with the philosophical like I thought. If anything, it's a bit too simplistic but that's fine for this story. The guy in the story is a simple guy with a simple life so it all works.
I'm going to have to watch a comedy now or something.

Required Reading
Tuesday, February 17, 2004 09:04 a.m.

Yesterday I bought a few books that looked interesting to me. Before I went to bed last night, I picked up Girl With A Pearl Earring, figuring I'd read it for a bit before going to bed. Next thing I know, it's 2am and I'm done with the book. Wow. What a great book. It's an easy read and I never felt that time was passing me by. I was in a hurry to find out what happens to the main character but rather than feel antsy about it, I enjoyed the journey. I highly recommend reading this book if you get a chance. I plan on seeing the movie now to see how well they did or didn't capture the essence of the novel.

Feasgar Math (Good Evening in Gaelic)
Monday, February 16, 2004 08:59 p.m.

Drew called me on Thursday to ask me what I had planned for the weekend. I mentioned the Scottish Festival and asked if he wanted to go. He said it sounded fun and to send him the link, which I did. I then called him on Saturday to verify. I totally gave him an out if he didn't want to come by asking him if he was still interested in going with me or if he had plans made for Sunday. He didn't have plans so we planned to meet at his place early in the morning.
Saturday morning, I woke up at 7:30am, walked the dog, called Drew and was at his place by 8:30am. I parked my car at his house and we took his car to Long Beach and the Queen Mary.
We got to the Festival around 9:30am. The first event on the program was the Scottish Heavy Events. I got a lot of pictures of guys in kilts. It was interesting to watch but it was less like a sporting event that I expected. I expected it to be more like the events happening on the field with an announcer saying, "And next on the caber toss is John McLeod. This is his first attempt." Instead it was the judges watching the events and the guys just taking their turns. I had no idea who anyone was and if someone was a defending champ or anything like that. There was an emcee who was explaining about the different games and how they might have originated and all that good stuff, but other than that, it was just a bunch of guys in kilts throw heavy stuff around. After a while, Drew and I got bored with watching the games. The sheep dog exhibition and the heavy games were at the Event Park, so we walked over to the Queen Mary to check out the vendors and other stuff happening on the ship.
We walked around the vendor booths. There were a lot of booths selling Gaelic music and there were a lot of jewelry stands but nothing really all that interesting except the booth for the Utilikilts. Or as I called them "cargo kilts." Hee! After viewing the outdoor vendor booths, we went into the actually ship to check out the indoor vendors. Inside were a lot of clothes vendors, selling full kilt ensembles and a lot of Gaelic paraphernalia. The next level down had booths for the Clans. The Loons who read this blog will enjoy one of the pictures I took of one of the Clan booths! I just wish I had gotten up the nerve to go over and ask the booth if I could have my picture taken in front of the sign. The last level was where the Dartboard Championship was taking place. I didn’t get any pictures of that because I though it might be rude to get a flash in people’s faces while they’re trying to throw an object accurately. There wasn’t anywhere to sit to watch the Darts so we watched for about 5 minutes and then left. We went upstairs and checked out the Scottish Dancers, which consisted of a bunch of girls in plaid skirts and argyle socks doing the same dance to the same song. Again there was nowhere to sit and it was so chaotic in the ballroom that was hosting the event. There was no backstage area for the dancers so all the contestants were interspersed with the audience and it was really loud because people were trying to talk over the bagpiper. I felt sorry for that poor bagpiper. He had to play the same song over and over again and oddly enough, it wasn’t Scotland the Brave. We watched about 10 minutes of the dancing and then left there to walk around the ship to see what else was going on. We stumbled upon a solo piper who was performing for the judge so we stopped to watch that for a while. I tried to get a picture of that as well without the flash since I didn’t think it would be nice for him to be concentrating on playing and have a flash go off in his face. After the Piper was done, we decided to see if we could get into the Queen Mary brunch without a reservation. We could but not until after 1:30pm. So I called Susan and Dave to find out if they were interested in coming to the brunch. They said yes. Well, since it was only 11:30am at that point, Drew and I decided to walk back to the Events Park to see the Sheep Dog exhibition.

Side note: As we were walking back, Drew felt his cell phone vibrate so he pulled it out of his pocket and was wondering why he didn’t hear it ring. He chatted with his caller while we were walking and then when he got off the phone, he realized why. His cell phone plays a certain tune and we had been hearing that tune the whole time we were there because it’s the one song that I’m sure every bagpiper is required to learn how to play. The song? Scotland the Brave. We had a really good laugh about that.

We caught the tail end of the Sheep Dog exhibition so we went back to the bandstand area of the Heavy Games to watch the ending of whatever it was that they were still doing. It turns out that the Caber Tossing wasn’t until later that afternoon and we were going to miss it since we had planned to go to the brunch so I got some pictures of the guys practicing. Around noon, we walked back towards the ship because there was supposed to be a big parade. We ended up not being able to see the March of the Clans because there was nowhere to sit by the time we got there. Once the parade was over though, we found a pretty good spot to watch the military re-enactment, which I didn’t get any pictures of because I ran out of film (which, I think, is a sign that I need to buy a digital camera). The military re-enactment was cool because the soldiers fired the guns and then there was a barrage of gunfire from the Gatling Gun and huge BOOMS from the cannon. It was all very exciting. After that, it was close to 1:30pm so we just decided to hang out and relax a bit. My feet were killing me since we had been walking all over the place. Granted, it’s not as if we walked really far but we were walking to one place, then back again, then to another place so I was worn out. At 1:30pm, we went and stood on line (or in the queue, I should say) for Brunch and were joined by Susan and Dave shortly thereafter. Brunch was yummy. After brunch, Susan and Dave left. Drew and I decided that we had seen pretty much all we wanted to see so we decided to leave as well. We got back to Drew’s house around 4pm and I got home about 15 minutes after that.
It was totally a fun day for me and, despite the lack of structure, I enjoyed watching all the events. Pictures of the Fesitval can be found here.
Mar sin leibh an dràsda (or Ta Ta for now in Gaelic)

Happy President's Day
Monday, February 16, 2004 05:36 p.m.

I hope those of you who didn't have to work today enjoyed yourselves and those of you who did have to work weren't too miserable at work.
My day was pretty decent. My morning routine was the same: wake up, walk the dog, go back to sleep for a little bit, then wake up and go do whatever it is I had planned for the day. Today was lunch with Janice at Century City at 11am. Janice is my friend and former college roommate from sophomore to senior year. She is leaving L.A. on March 1 to move back to Detroit for a while before moving on to bigger and better things somewhere on the East Coast (but not Boston, because crazy people live in Boston) so I wanted to hang out with her one last time before she left. I left at 10am, thinking that there might be a little bit of traffic. I was wrong. I got to Century City at 10:15am so I walked into a bookstore to look around while I waited for Janice. Big. Mistake. As I was perusing through the store, no less than 3 sales people popped up at my side (thoroughly scaring the shit out of me, I might add) to tell me that today was the last day of the "buy 4 books, get the 5th one free" promotion they had. I bought 6. Buy the time I was finished perusing and buying, it was 11am so I met Janice outside the bookstore and since neither one of us was hungry, we just sat down and hung out and talked while she drank some coffee. We were there for about 2 hours when we decided that we had to go someplace else so that we wouldn't get charge for parking. We ended up going to the Sherman Oaks Galleria for PF Chang's. After lunch, we stopped at a Starbucks and just sat outside and chatted some more. It was about 4pm when we decided that it was too windy and cold to sit outside anymore so we walked to our cars, hugged and went our separate ways. I'm gonna miss her. It's unfortunate that even though we both live in L.A., we never hung out a lot. She was a very fun roommate and we got along very well (at least from my end; I could be comepletely wrong about how she felt about it).
Well, I'm off to pick up my film from the Scottish Festival and will blog about that shortly.
Ta!

Happy Valentine's Day
Sunday, February 15, 2004 05:14 p.m.

Hey! Hope everyone has had a nice relaxing and/or fun filled weeekend thus far.
As we all know, Valentine's Day was yesterday. I used to be bitter about VD (as I like to call it), but I got over that once I realized that I like being single. It's such a crap holiday anyways. If that's the one and only day that your loved one goes out of his or her way to show you affection, then there's something seriously wrong with the relationship.
Saturday was pretty much a normal day for me. I went to bed fairly early Friday night, woke up early Saturday to walk the dog, then went back to bed for as long as I could until The Elephants woke me up (around 10am). I got up, got dressed and went to the hospital to get blood drawn (I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday). I hate needles so getting blood drawn for lab work severely skeeves me. The phlebotomist (that is a great word. I like that word) couldn't get a vein in my arm so he had to get a vein from the back of my hand. OUCH!

Sidenote: does the bend-y part of your arm have an official name?

After the hospital, I went to 7-11 and treated myself to a large orange juice. And it was GOOD! Man, I really miss orange juice. So, I got home around 12:30pm and I pretty much lazed around in bed all day because my arm and hand were hurting (whine, whine, whine). I watched some shows that I had taped during the week until Susan called me around 3pm. We talked for a couple of hours about this and that. At one point, I was having breathing issues (my nose was stuffed up and I was having trouble breathing) so Susan said that it was ok if I breathed heavy on the phone with her, which then gave her the idea to crank call Alyson, an idea to which I quickly agreed. Susan blocked her caller id, called me, then we 3 way called Alyson and when she picked up, we both breathed heavily into the phone. I think we would've been fine, except that then Susan and I started to giggle. Which prompted Alyson to ask us if she could call us back because she was watching a movie and it was right at the end. Our response? More heavy breathing. "Is that a yes or no?" Alyson asked. We burst out laughing and told her to call us back when the movie was done. Once her movie was over, the 3 of us all got on the phone to chat. At some point, I think I actually fell asleep during the conversation. After about an hour, we all decided to get off the phone so we all said our goodbyes. After the call, I put my phone on my bedside table and pulled the covers over me. I remember it being around 7pm, perhaps a little after. I don't remember anything after pulling the covers over me until my dog woke me up at 2am to take him outside. I walked Sharky and then went back to bed. Thank goodness I remembered to set my cell phone alarm for 7:30am today, otherwise, I might not have woken up in time for the Scottish Festival. Which I'll actually tell you about later. Right now, I am super thirsty and my feet and back ache from walking around so I'm going to go drink a huge glass of water, then shower, and rest in bed and pet my doggie.
Ta!

Blah
Friday, February 13, 2004 02:00 p.m.

My tummy hurts. I wonder if it's because I ate salami and cheese for lunch.
I'm feeling pretty BLAH today. The weather outside is pretty BLAH. It's just a BLAH kinda day.
Oh, by the way, Wil Wheaton and his wife are trying to raise money for a Lukemia Walk they'll be participating in. Go donate if you can.

Herds
Friday, February 13, 2004 07:50 a.m.

Swear to fucking god! I'm beginning to wonder if all the noise coming from upstairs is actually The Jerk or if it's Sissy making all the noise because while The Jerk played his music loud, he never sounded like a fucking herd of elephants. For about an hour last night, it was tromp!tromp!tromp! from the bedroom to the kitchen, the kitchen to the living room, the kitchen to the bedroom, the living room to the bedroom. GOD!!! It was annoying!!!! I'm going to have to email Sissy and cc: my landlord about it. I mean, I hate to complain about simple walking around ones apartment when the music/tv volume late at night is my main concern, but shit!

For Everything Else . . .
Wednesday, February 11, 2004 05:29 p.m.

. . . There's MasterCard

Food Stuff
Wednesday, February 11, 2004 05:10 p.m.

I know that some of you eat at a place called Chipotle. Allegedly they don't list their nutritional information for the public (I have no way of confirming this as there is no Chipotle in Los Angeles). To figure out the nutritional value of your meal, go here.

Now, these next two links are both from the same creator and one is being used in a Quiznos commercial (I've never seen it) which then leads one to ask "what the HELL were the Quiznos people on when they thought that would be a good commercial?!?"
Mango Biscuits (biscuits=cookies, for the Americans out there).
We Like the Moon (also known as the Quiznos commercial).

Jeremy And His Wallet
Wednesday, February 11, 2004 02:14 p.m.

A while back (possibly 1999), I happened upon this cute website. I lost track of it for a while and then today for some reason, I thought about it again, so I Googled it and here it is for your enjoyment.

Still The Windy City
Wednesday, February 11, 2004 08:16 a.m.

Last night, there was a wind advisory for the Valley and let me tell you, it was needed. It was crazy! Sharky was going nuts when I walked him. It was so bad that my cable and internet were down for about 3 hours. Which was fine because it gave me time to watch a movie, Bravo Two Zero, which was based on a book by a British SAS soldier, about his company's mission during the Gulf War. It was somewhat boring but it kept my interest better than Black Hawk Down did.

The Honeymoon's Over
Tuesday, February 10, 2004 05:16 p.m.

It was good while it lasted but my days and nights of blissful peace are over. The Jerk and Sissy arrived home last night and I was subjected to the dulcent tones of the stereo once again.

The Hell?
Tuesday, February 10, 2004 06:40 a.m.

How are these 2 a couple?

Defunct L.A. Radio Stations
Monday, February 9, 2004 05:42 p.m.

Back in my college days and somewhat more recently, there were 2 radio stations to which I loved and liked, respectively, listening. One was KNAC. Heavy metal at its best at 105.1. There used to be a lighter metal station called Pirate Radio at 100.1 but it went off the air and never came back.
The other station is Groove Radio. Groove is techno/dance/elecronica. They used to be on 103.1 here in L.A. but then went off the air and 103.1 became a Hispanic station.
You can now stream both of these stations on the Internet. Woo hoo!
Now, about 1 year ago, 103.1 became a dance station again known as KDL 103.1. Sort of a "Groove Lite." A month ago KDL 103.1 went off the air AGAIN and is now INDIE 103.1, which is competition for "The World Famous" KROQ. You can't stream KROQ.

Palm Springs I Love You . . . NOT
Monday, February 9, 2004 04:30 p.m.

I mentioned in an early entry that Susan has inklings to become a Real Estate Tycoon and is looking in and around Palm Springs in which to build her empire. So, Sunday, I awoke at 8am, walked Sharky, showered and dressed. I left my apartment at 9am, got gas and stopped at an ATM for cash, then drove to Susan's place. I got there around 10am and about 15 minutes later, we were in Susan's car, drving to Palm Springs. After a brief stop at Denny's, we met the realtor that was going to show us around at one of the properties. That was a little after 1pm. We saw properties in Palm Springs, then we headed out to Indian Wells and also Indio. We saw some nice places and some not so great places. On Saturday, I was telling Susan that she could buy a property, then her mom and her nieces/nephews could all move out onto the propery. Alyson then commented that you wouldn't want kids to live in an older community because if kids get bored then they turn to drugs and gangs. Yes, because when I think gangs and drugs, I immediately thingk Palm Springs. So, we told Nader, the agent, about that conversation. While he was driving us around the town, he kept saying funny stuff about drugs and gangs. I think at one point he even referenced a geriatric gang. Funny!
After being shown around, it was getting late and so we had to get back on the road to L.A. We left Palm Springs around 7pm, and after a stop somewhere (Corona, I think?) to eat, we made it back to Susan's around 10pm, but I still had to drive back to my apartment, so I used her restroom and then drove home. I got home around 11pm (poor Sharky!!!) and took Sharky for a nice long walk which meant that I finally got showered and into bed around 12pm, and then got up at 5am to go to work today. I am very tired.
Now, this is for those of you who may have been to Palm Springs before. What the hell does one do there except Golf? I mean, Susan and I saw about 80 million hotels and restaurants but not a whole heck of a lot else. Granted the hotels are generally resorts/spas, but that means what? Golf, spa, swim? I guess that could be an exciting vacation for some people. Or relaxing I suppose. What's funny is that Palm Springs used to be a place for college kids to go during Spring Break and I can't figure out why. I did see 2 bars/clubs while we were there. One of which was a gay bar. Very progressive of Palm Springs. I also saw a large amount of senior citizens driving around in really nice cars. The one thing that struck me as funny was the main strip in downtown Palm Springs. Palm Canyon Drive is a one way street for about 5 miles and everyone on the street drives really slow even though the speed limit is 30mph. But if you're stopped at a light and you don't immediately step on the gas the minute the light turns green, they honk at you. This didn't happen to us, but I observed it while we were driving around. What's the rush, grandpa? You're only going to go 10 mph anyways!
Susan's going back next Saturday and wants me to go again but I'm planning on going to The Scottish Festival, so she's on her own next week.
And now, I'm going to go watch some tv.
Ta.

School Girl Crushes
Monday, February 9, 2004 09:11 a.m.

On Saturday at LUNCH with Alyson and Susan, I was relating a story to Alyson that had happened the night before between Susan and I regarding one of her co-workers, Adam. Susan asked me if I knew the song "Should I stay or should I go?" I said, "Yeah, the one by The Clash right?" That then negated her next question which was going to be if I knew who sang it. She and Adam were arguing over the fact that most normal people would know who sang that song if you asked them. Susan, of course, proved him wrong by asking several of their co-workers, all of whom had no idea that The Clash sang that song. Susan then says that Adam then tried to get her to identify a song from the 80s, which she couldn't. Her guess was that it was Billy Joel even though she knew it wasn't (because she LURVES Billy Joel and knows all his songs). She then tells me that Adam was shocked that she didn't know it was the guy who helped put together Live Aid. At that point, I break in and say, "Oh, Bob Geldof." And then I was thinking of a song that Bob Geldof would've sung that sounds remotely Billy Joel-ish and I came up with, "Was the song, 'I Don't Like Mondays' by The Boomtown Rats?" Susan says, "Oh my god. You need to be married to Adam!" I told Susan that there are a lot of guys out there that I feel I'm a good fit with personality wise and just inherent geekiness but those guys are already married or have someone. I then went on to discuss how when I was younger, I had a crush on Wil Wheaton and he was the only celebrity I ever wrote a fan letter to and how he's pretty much my type of guy in terms of compatibility but he's already married. And let me just clarify right here and now that I am not in love with Wil Wheaton. Yes, he's a funny guy, but I was just using him as a comparison. Anyways, Alyson's ragging on me about the Wil Wheaton love but then she breaks out with the admission that when she was younger, she had a crush on Johnny Carson. We pretty much busted on her for that.

ZZZZZZZZZZ
Monday, February 9, 2004 06:57 a.m.

That's totally what I want to be doing right now. I didn't get to bed last night until midnight because I didn't get back to my place until 11:30pm from the Palm Springs day trip (more on that when I'm slightly more coherent).

The Windy City
Saturday, February 7, 2004 05:30 p.m.

I think Alyson brought the weather with her from Chicago because while today was nice and sunny, it was also VERY windy. I was watching a couple enjoy a bike ride and the wind was so bad, it pushed the woman off her bike.
My plan was to get up early today so that I could go to the library and peruse the books to see if there's anything that I might want to read. Yeah. That didn't happen. I woke up at 7am, walked Sharky and went back to bed until 11:30am. At which point, I realized that I had about an hour to get ready to head out to lunch at The Soup Plantation (also known as Sweet Tomatoes). So, no library for me. I was just getting ready to actually get out of bed when Alyson called me to tell me that she was really close to my house and going to stop by to visit with me and the dog before we went to lunch. Which meant that I actually had to get dressed fairly quickly. I got dressed and ready to go, then walked Sharky. Alyson pulled up as we were coming back to my apartment so we let Sharky jump around inside her rental car while we chatted and then we went inside to call the restaurant for directions (because even though I've been there before, I always forget which freeway I have to conncet to). We left shortly after that and got there about 10 minutes before we were scheduled to meet Susan. I was standing outside waiting while Alyson went in to use the restroom, but it was so windy outside, I eventually went inside to wait. Susan got there promptly at 1pm and we proceeded to eat and chat. Then we went to Starbucks for coffee. We were sitting outside chatting but the wind was so bad that Alyson's contacts were getting messed up so we walked to Alyson's car and we all just sat inside the car and talked. At one point, Alyson left to go to the restroom and told us not to steal the car. Had she not said that, nothing would've happened but because she mentioned it, I suggested to Susan that we move the car. I jumped out of the passenger side, ran over to the driver side, and moved the car down further in the parking lot. We thought it would give Alyson more problems that it actually did. One time at a dinner that we all went to, we hid right outside the door of the restaurant and when she came out, she couldn't find us. But, she only hesitated slightly before she sighted the car and came over. After we had a good laugh about that, we ended up leaving (because it was almost 5pm and Alyson still had a 3 hour drive to get to her brother's place in Lompoc). Alyson dropped me off, I walked the dog, and now I'm in for the evening.
Tomorrow, Susan and I are going to Palm Springs for the day because Susan's looking into becoming a real estate tycoon and I'm going along for the ride.
Ta!

Dumbass Conversation
Friday, February 6, 2004 08:07 a.m.

Last night, I was on the phone with Alyson and we got into an arguement about Brunch. Let me give you the background. Alyson currently lives in Chicago. She's coming back to LA, where she lived for 36 years before moving to Chicago, to visit her brother, sister-in-law, and 2 nieces. Anyways, while she's here, Susan and I will be meeting with her on Saturday for lunch. Last night, Alyson kept saying that we were meeting for Brunch and I felt the need to correct her. I felt the need to correct her and that lead to our quibble. I said that brunch only happens on Sundays. She said that brunch could happen at any time, since it is technically a combination of breakfast and lunch (per Merriam Webster, Brunch is defined thusly:

Etymology: breakfast + lunch
: a meal usually taken late in the morning that combines a late breakfast and an early lunch

1 : the first meal of the day especially when taken in the morning
2 : the food prepared for a breakfast

All I Wanna Do is Dre-e-e-e-e-am, Dream Dream Dre-e-am, Dre-e-e-e-am
Friday, February 6, 2004 07:44 a.m.

I'm not sure if it's the full moon or if it's because I've been influenced by John's Dream Blog but last night I had an odd dream. I'm sure that if I had written down the dream immediately as I woke up from it, I would remember more but it was 2am and I wasn't about to lose precious sleep just so I could remember a dream.
All I can really remember now is that there was some sort of conflict going on in the world and people couldn't come out and talk normally about things because if you said something that was against the nature of another person, they could turn you in to the authorities. So people started talking in code and metaphors. It was all very confusing.

Country Music Is The Devil's Music
Thursday, February 5, 2004 09:43 a.m.

All day long at work, I am subjected to country music because of one of my co-workers. I don't have speakers (yet) on my computer so I'm forced to listen to whatever he is listening to and he streams Yahoo Launch Country all day.
Today, as I'm sitting here, about ready to throttle someone because of the damn twanging, I hear that some cowboy has recorded a version of A Moment Like This by Kelly Clarkson. Blech! It was already a schmaltzy ballad when it was done in the Pop genre. To make it Country? Even worse.

Pictures
Thursday, February 5, 2004 08:27 a.m.

I know I already have a link to it, but go check out my Yahoo Photos.

The Questions^tm
Wednesday, February 4, 2004 09:09 a.m.

If any of you ever watch Inside the Actors' Studio with James Lipton, then you'll get this. For those of you who don't, James Lipton asks his guest 10 questions really fast and they just say the first thing that comes to mind. Here are my answers to those questions (and the answers are the first things that came to mind).
1. What is your favorite word?
Plethora
2. What is your least favorite word?
cunt
3. What turns you on?
Humor
4. What turns you off?
Snotiness
5. What sound or noise do you love?
my dog snoring
6. What sound or noise do you hate?
loud bass from a stereo that you can hear from a block away
7. What is your favorite curse word?
MotherFUCKER!
8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
Editor
9. What profession other than yours would absolutely not like to attempt?
Dentist
10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear god say when you arrive at the gates?
"It's about time! Now the party can start!"

And Now, A Poem
Wednesday, February 4, 2004 08:49 a.m.

In honor of Janet Jackson's publicity stunt on Sunday, Notorious M.A.T. wrote a poem. Here it is.

Why if ya show a bit of breast
The hornets charge from their nest?
I mean, forget all the rest -
My homies Snoop Dog, Too Short & P. Diddy
Said it so real, they broke it down so plain
(I almost pissed my 42'' pants, left a stain) -
You know what I'm sayin'? - I got so giddy
When the homies brought in Sharpton
To defend Janet Jackson's right tittie.
Notorious now got to add his two cents -
About all that's left over after he pays his rents.
My brothers will back me up on this:
(as will Beyonce, to whom Notorious once blew a kiss)
That strutting, preening Justin Limberlake may be such a wussy -
But it sure beats John Tesh tearing the panties from Faith Hill's pussy.
-M.A.T., Notorious ("Ain't no contender yet / To top this dawg and his muthafuckin' vet")

Some 80s Quizzes
Tuesday, February 3, 2004 08:28 p.m.

Reading Rainbow
Tuesday, February 3, 2004 06:28 p.m.

Since I had that nasty headache today, I was home from work and pretty much slept my day away. Luckily, the headache is now gone. While I was home today, I decided to catch up on my reading and I finished The DaVinci Code. That was a pretty awesome book (so much better than The Three Sigmata of Palmer Eldritch). It was all about secrety societies, science, religion, and the arts. At no point during this read was I bored, nor did I skip to the end to find out what happened (which I usually do when I'm bored). At times, the story almost felt like a history lesson in the way in which the characters give up information but that was fine because it was still entertaining. I definitely recommend reading it if you get a chance. John & Liz have another book that Dan Brown wrote called Angels & Demons so I'm going to swap books with them. It's like our own little book club except that we don't all sit around talking about it in depth. :-)
I also spent part of my day watching S.W.A.T. Very good action, I liked all the characters, I wasn't bored at all during this movie. SOOO much better than Bad Boys II!! Lame ass jokes, Martin Lawrence annoys the crap out of me, and the action sequences were just too big. But that's a Jerry Bruckheimer film for you.
I've taken to doing crossword puzzles before I go to bed at night to help calm my mind down a bit to help me sleep. Of course, they're the easy crossword puzzles, but still. It's better than watching tv up until the end.

Headache
Tuesday, February 3, 2004 11:44 a.m.

Legend's headache yesterday must have migrated to me because I woke up with morning with a monster headache, practically a migraine. I have since taken 3 Tylenol and slept another 5 hours and am now ok.
Last night, I fell asleep practically the minute my head hit the pillow. Why? Because it was fucking quiet!!! The Jerk left for Boston for his mother's funeral.
So let me fill you in on the gossip with The Jerk and his girlfriend. I have to give her a nickname since he has one, but I'm not sure what. I guess I'll go with Sissy (as in Spacek, because she was the main character in a movie about a girl that went crazy at a prom...get it?). Anyhooo, when I first moved in here way back in 1999, Sissy, The Jerk and Sissy's nephew (I have no idea what his real name is either but he sort of looks like the lead singer of Linkin Park, so I'll just call him Link) all lived above me. I had major issues from the start with Link, because like at Gen Y (or are they Gen Z?) kids, he can't listen to music at a normal level either. And we're not talking The Jerk level, we're talking much much louder. Link was also teaching himself how to play the guitar so he would plug into his amp, which made a nasty little buzzing sound and would practice...at 12am on weeknights. That had to stop, so I complained to Sissy and to my landlord and it got better. Link would only play his music during the day and it would turn off promptly at 10pm. Which was just fine with me. At least he was consistent, unlike The Jerk. So life goes on. I talk to Sissy here and there but we're not like good friends or anything. I tend not to know my neighbors at the places where I live simply because I like to be left alone for the most part. Don't bother me and I'll try my best not to bother you. The one thing that always struck me as odd was that I had her pegged as a lesbian the first time I met her (before I met The Jerk) so I was shocked that she was with a guy. But, I figured that I was just being stereotypical and shame on me. Well, about 2 years down the line, I find out from Sissy that she's moving. Her nephew had joined the Navy and was shipping out (which freaked her out because this was right around the time of 9/11) soon. Once he was gone, she was moving to Wisconsin. Because she had fallen in love and that's where her true love was going and she was following said true love to Wisconsin. She never mentioned True Love's name or gender and it seemed like it was on purpose so I assumed True Love was a girl, which seemed to fit in with my picture of Sissy as a lesbian. Sissy departed for the land of cheese a few months later and I was left with The Jerk as an upstairs neighbor. And I think I've chronicled my feelings about him fairly well. So, a few days ago, I'm walking Sharky and I see a truck that looks remarkably similar to Sissy's but grey Ford Bronco's are pretty common around here so I don't think anything of it. Until I see her on the balcony, smoking. She waves. I wave back. I go put Sharky in the apartment and then go outside to talk to her. It turns out that True Love broke Sissy's heart because it wasn't true love on True Love's part. So, Sissy's been back in LA since July, "re-evaluating" her relationship with The Jerk. If things work out, she'll be moving back here. I was holding on to hope for about 2 seconds that The Jerk would move with her to Wisconsin, but he's an older guy with some health problems so he can't live anywhere super cold. Damn. I was almost rid of him.
Anyways, that was probably more info than you wanted to know about my upstairs neighbor(s), but there you go.

Blessed Silence
Monday, February 2, 2004 06:39 p.m.

I just found out that The Jerk is leaving for about a week because his mother died. I'm sorry about his mother, but this means that for one whole week, I won't have to deal with his fucking loud music or tv. And right now, it's like he's trying to make up for the fact that he can't play anything loud to annoy me in the coming days, so he's doing it now. Asshat.
I'm off to watch either Bad Boys II or S.W.A.T.. I haven't made up my mind yet.
Ta.

I've Got The Music In Me
Monday, February 2, 2004 06:30 p.m.

Current Songs I'm Digging:
The Trouble With Love Is by Kelly Clarkson (the original version, not the techno'd up version)
Outrageous and Toxic by Britney Spears. I can't really tell what she's saying in either song, but I'm really liking the beats.
Hey Ya and I Like the Way by Outkast. Kicky little songs.
Slow by Kylie Minogue.

Been Around The World
Monday, February 2, 2004 06:18 p.m.

I haven't been to that many states. That's disappointing considering I'm an Army kid and moved all over the freaking place.

create your own visited states map or write about it on the open travel guide

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Monday, February 2, 2004 05:20 p.m.

My weekend was pretty much like most of my other weekends. Saturday was spent running some errands, doing a little bit of clothes shopping and then coming home and vegging. I did do dishes Saturday night. I didn't have any movies to watch so I flipped channels for a while before I finally just decided to go to bed around 11pm.
Sunday dawned all sunny, but windy. I got up, walked Sharky, went back to sleep for a couple more hours, then got up, showered, dressed, and walked Sharky again before leaving to go get gas and cash. Once that was accomplished (about 11:30am), I headed out for Long Beach and the Queen Mary. There wasn't a whole lot of traffic so I made it there around 12:15pm and since I wasn't due to meet the rest of the gang (Susan & Dave, John & Liz, and Drew) until 1pm, I broke out my book (I'm still on The DaVinci Code) and read a few chapters until Drew got there about 15 minutes later. Once Drew got there, we walked around the Queen Mary a bit. I did get some pictures so I'll put them on my yahoo photos site once I get the film developed. There was a guy there playing bagpipes so I got a couple of shots of him too. I tried calling Susan and then Dave, but for some reason, Susan didn't have her phone on her and I didn't have Dave's correct number so then I moved onto John & Liz. They were just parking when we called so they were there in about 5 minutes. We then went upstairs, told the hostess that we were there but still waiting for 2 more from our party. She decided to seat us right away so we all sat down and I waited to get food until Susan and Dave got there. And there were there about 2 minutes after we got seated but were waiting outside for us. So, it all got resolved and they made it into the dining area and we all got our food. I did try to stick to my Atkins but there were some things that I just needed to have, like orange juice, coffee, and the cheesecake. Oh my god, was that good. Of course, my stomach hurt a little bit later from all that sugar but it was worth it. After brunch, during which I couldn't get Drew to dole out any info in the soap opera that is his romantic life, we all went to Susan and Dave's house to relax and watch the SuperBowl. Well, it was really more about socializing and watching the commercials than the actual game. The game itself was pretty lame until about the last half. Seriously. I read a book. And the commercials were somewhat disappointing. I missed the donkey wanting to be a Clydesdale commercial but I heard it was cute. I really laughed out loud at the Bud Light commercial with the guy, his girlfriend, a candle, and a flatulent horse. Hee! John really enjoyed the girls playing volleyball in winter commercial. I'm not sure if Drew was there to enjoy that one. Now, before I get to my thoughts on the lame ass half-time show, let me just say that I heard all about the brouhaha with the MoveOn.org ad that CBS wouldn't air. I even went to the website to see the "commercial." For all those people who cried "censorship" because CBS refused to air the commercial, I say WHAT.EV.ER. CBS has the right to refuse to air anything it wants. It's not as if any company has the right to have their commercial (or as in the case of MoveOn.org, their PSA) aired just because they had the money to pay for the spot. It's like going to a restaurant and having the money to pay for a meal, but the restaurant refusing to serve you. And quite honestly, I think those stupid Truth.com and anti-drug PSAs should've been banned too. Oh, and those medicine ads too (the other viagra and whatever the hell drug it was that Mike Ditka was schilling for). Quite honestly, I think that the SuperBowl ads should be all about consumerism and not about politics or ethics or morals. Remember when it used to be that way?
The half time show. Lamest lame that was ever lame. First off, what the hell was Jessica Simpson even doing there? All she did was say "It's starting." (I'm paraphrasing) Then, everyone who did sing sang songs that were at least 1-2 years old (with maybe the exception of Justin, but still). Hell, Nelly and Justin have a new song out right now. They couldn't have sang that instead? And Janet's got a new album out as well. What the fuck? Don't even get me started on the whole boob thing. Yes, it was planned. Why else would she be wearing boobie jewelry?
After the game, the rest of us departed (Drew had already left earlier although I can't remember if he was there for the half time show or not) to go home. I got home around 9:30pm, walked the dog, showered, tried to get onto Pitas, but it was down so I ended up just going to bed.
And that, ladies and gents, was my exciting Sunday.

My Love's Coming Down Like Rain
Monday, February 2, 2004 05:18 p.m.

It's raining. I'm glad my weather pixie has an umbrella because I didn't when I was walking Sharky and it started.

Nipplage
Monday, February 2, 2004 08:17 a.m.

In the 2 hours that I've been at work, all anyone can talk about is Janet Jackson's nipple. Even our manager. I pulled up The Drudge Report (thanks to Alex for the link) and we were all crowded around my desk, checking out Janet Jackson's boobie. Even our manager.

Groundhog Day
Monday, February 2, 2004 06:24 a.m.

Well, it looks like Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow so those of you who actually experience winter won't get a break from the crappy weather.

I will have a more detailed account of my weekend later. I would've had it last night but Pitas was down.

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