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BSOD replaced by hard boots
Last year, my home box would stall and go to a blue screen that bitched about its core dump status, which was ‘interesting’ enough.
But now the box hard boots itself at random intervals, at least once a day. (Yes, I’m running AC. I thought it was a heat problem too.) It’s so exciting when you’re in the middle of something and the box clicks and starts running boot screens!
I’m so close to buying that Mac mini I can practically taste it.
Cheep! cheep! cheep!
There is a clutch of baby chicks living in the air conditioner in our bedroom window.
Why birds would decide to lay eggs in a window unit AC is beyond me, but the babies have been cheeping their little hearts out for two days now.
And yes, the unit has been running 24/7 since Brett put it in the window, and before that it was inside the house. Which means Ma & Pa Bird built their nest in a running AC unit.
Isn’t nature weird?
I Love This Meme!
Shigeki (the condom-measuring guy) tagged me with a meme!
One of his recent posts was a list of what he happened to have in his backpack that day, and so many people thought it was amusing he turned it into a meme and tagged me.
So here’s my bag:
(Click the image to enlarge it.)
BAG – My bag is a cool, soft, large bag with a wide shoulder strap and Ganesh on it.
DEBIT RECEIPTS – I’ve resorted to clipping them together so I don’t lose any before I get them entered into my PPC.
CHECKBOOK – Filled with all my plastic and ID. And checks, obviously.
IPOD USB CABLE – I tend to download MP3s at work because the Internet connection is so much faster there.
IPOD COZY – I knitted this. Isn’t it cute?
IPOD – ‘Nuff said.
SMOKES – Additive-free American Spirit cigarettes and a Bic lighter.
POCKET PC – This little device contains in its 6 ounces almost my entire brain: my Contacts, Schedule, checkbook register, video games, password & code database, and between 3 and 15 full-length ebooks. My bag would be massive without this baby, because I’d be carrying an address book, Day Planner, and a stack of treeware instead. (I simply cannot live without something to read about my person. I read ebooks in restaurants, in lobbies, in pubs.)
EYEDROPS – I wear hard (gas permeable) contact lenses.
THUMB DRIVE – This is a 256MB external USB hard drive. I do keep graphics files and crap on it, but mostly I use it to move files from one non-networked machine to another. I love it because it’s small. Small technology turns me on.
CELL PHONE – This not only is small, but it makes calls and surfs the web, and it takes pictures too. Which makes me love it so, so much.
WALLET – This is basically my change purse. Right now it contains $6 in bills, some coins, and a few tokens for free drinks at The Dew Drop or Ned’s Place. There are also about six wrapped toothpicks in it right now, but I never use them and they’re getting on my nerves so I’ll probably throw them away soon.
SUNGLASSES – You know, to cut the glare.
I don’t really carry anything very interesting, do I. But I have more processing power than MULTIVAC what with the iPod, PPC, cell phone, and thumbdrive. Heh! (Not that the thumb drive has a processor.)
I’m tagging Cootera, 80, Amped, Jon, and Logan. So: What’s in your bag (or purse/murse, laptop case, or wallet)?
A Visit to the Hair Stylist
I had a hair appointment yesterday at one o’clock. I went to Meredith Hirsch Salon, and told her I wanted a trim and highlights. She told me as she ran a comb through my hair, “Nooo-oo-o, you want some lowlights.”
I think she was deeply amused with my hair. I’d bought those home chunky highligting kits, and did big chunky chunks of highlights. Twice, in the past six months or so. I think Meredith’s sensibilities were slightly offended by my 1-1/2″ roots and allover bad box jobs. She’s a professional you know.
So I got to look like an alien, which was fun in its own way. She covered my head with little packets of tin foil; half of them had highlight in them and the other half had brown lowlight dye. When that was done, I got a wash and a cut, and she was amused again by my hair cut: “It falls off like two inches to the left!”
“Yeah,” I said, “I tend to cut my hair with kitchen shears every once in awhile. I’m not really organized on the hair front.”
But when she was done, though! OMFG, I’m beautiful! My hair is basically brown again, with delicate blonde highlights. (Nothing at all chunky about this coloring, no ma’am.) And of course she styled it and made it look absolutely wonderful. I was so totally gorgeous!
So naturally I ended up in the pond (with Tahmi and Cat) within two hours. Nature abhors nice hair and conspires against it.
(This is my hair this morning, all messy and unbrushed – bedhead from hell. But you can tell she totally fixed my box job!)
P.S. Meredith and I were gossiping so much that I didn’t leave her salon until 4:11. Yes, people, I was in there talking my tongue off with her for three. entire. hours. She’s so goddamned funny, that girl is. Oh, and she gave me a cigarette case she bought for me like eight years ago and it’s so excellent I feel like I should go out and buy a dress to go with it; it’s on a long chain and can be worn as a purse.
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MIT Blog Survey
My "Baby Bother"
You know what’s cute?
My brother, J.P. Morgan, that’s what. He’s got a new job, and he has to wear a tie, and he totally sent me a picture about the whole thing.
We spent an hour on the phone last night, shooting the shit. It started like this:
Me: Hello!
Jay: Hey! You answered. I guess we’re not playing phone tag anymore.
Me: Whassup?
Jay: Well, see, there’s these things. Planets. And they’re up. They’re–
Me: –rotating around the sun!
Jay: *beat* Oh, I see you know about that already.
We are so related it’s not even funny. Our senses of humor are equally out; as in totally outside. Most people have no idea what we’re talking about half the time, but if we’re in the same room together and something funny transpires – funny by our weird standards – we always catch each other’s eye and raise an eyebrow, which is Morgan sibling code for “Did you fucking PERCEIVE THAT FUCKING SHIT RIGHT THERE?!?!?”
My brother is so funny it’s not even funny. Dude. And he’s a monster drummer, which is cool. MONSTER drummer. Rhythm is so his nasty little bitch.
And you know what else? Fun Chicken*, that’s what.
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*Fun Chicken was a machine in the Walmart and/or Hy-Vee foyer that had a stuffed mechanical parrot masquerading as a chicken inside it, and for two quarters it would lay a plastic egg with a prize inside it. We pronounced it “Funch Icken.” For like, ten years.
"The shut-up-iest of all"
Normally I don’t link to others’ blog posts even when they make me chuckle, but this post is just so. fucking. funny. that I’ve actually read it three times, for real. For utter and total real!
If I was even half that funny myself I’d stay home and giggle and never go out at all because I’d just be too good for y’all.
Ten Cute Things
Ten cute things about my beloved:
- 1. If he hasn’t seen me in more than, say, twenty minutes, he greets me by yelling, “Mmmmmushlette!”
- 2. He almost always helps me put the groceries away.
- 3. He likes to cuddle.
- 4. I get more fantastic, awesome foreplay in a month than all the rest of you bitches get in a year. (Smirk.)
- 5. He fixes my car. (Sometimes.)
- 6. He giggles. Is there anything cuter than a grown man who giggles?
- 7. He often hands me his entire paycheck in cash. It’s nice to be trusted, innit? (Of course, he usually asks for a bunch of it back later, but that’s another post.)
- 8. His predictions about human behavior are so right on as to make me suspect he’s psychic. If he claims to dislike someone, they invariably do something indescribably horrid within the year.
- 9. He lets me hang out with ex-boyfriends and/or stay out all night, and he never gets jealous or bossy or weird. (In other words, his trust is complete.)
- 10. He’s covered in freckles. I adore freckles, since I don’t have any.
While I could go on for hours about the things he does that drive me totally apeshit (and I have), overall he’s a fantastic man and a great husband.
Plus he married me, which no one else was willing to do considering what a total spas I can be. Snort!
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Where's George?
Yesterday I noticed a one dollar bill in my wallet had a Where’s George? stamp on it. It’s travelled 32 miles per day for eleven days! How cute is that? Check out the Bill Tracking Report.
I love the Internet.