I ditched the cell phone, changed from cable to DSL, got a perfect hosting plan with Cornerhost, switched from Blogger to MT, imported all my blog entries with no hassle, and then I made the mistake of believing that I had all my telecommunications needs decomplicated and firmly under control. Now my computer won’t power up. The first evening without… Read more »
I told E. a while ago that *someone* who really loved me would buy me the Firefly boxed set for christmas. Guess what, it’s me! Hurray for pre-ordering.
On Friday, The Dog smacked her skull into my forehead as she jumped off the couch to catch a tennis ball that was still in my hand. Now I have an invisible but painful bruise and swelling just above my right eye. More interesting is the palm-of-my-hand-sized area just above my temple that feels like it had a Novocaine shot… Read more »
Excerpt of dog’s activities for the day: Thrash violently at any movement by girl while dog and girl are on couch, as if afraid to be crushed. Lie placidly in bathroom doorway as girl steps over dog repeatedly to get in and out of bathroom. Pretend to find food on kitchen floor and lick linoleum. Excerpt of girl’s activities for… Read more »
Write a letter to yourself in the future. Here’s the first draft of mine: Dear Me, c. May 2004, Thank goodness you’re out of that tiny apartment with the loud A/C and the semi-stalker neighbor. I hope you kept your promise and made sure that your new roommate is sane and has a steady source of income and will pay… Read more »
Long long ago in the galaxy that I live in, vegetarians and vegans could buy and eat marshmallows that did not conflict with their ethical/moral principles. Then the factory that made them burned down. Now we can have marshmallows again.
Humans are cool because they so often do strange and whimsical projects.
When I was 18-ish I walked past the auto repair department of some department-type store in St. Paul – near the Midway Target on University – and a group of men hanging out there in the open bay doors catcalled and whistled at me several times. I regretted wearing a short skirt, I regretted being alone, and I have always… Read more »
I wish I could write like this: Songs from the Big Chair.
In other news, the Windows XP setup on the pitiful laptop here at work now says: Setup will complete in approximately: after you’re dead (Really.)