In which I do a dumb meme. (Sorry. You can skip reading this post.)
Do a search with your first name and needs in quotes – i.e. “Saddam needs,” and post the top 10 results…
MUSH NEEDS:
In which I follow through on my threat to blog a bar conversation.
Brett called me after work yesterday and we met for cocktails, where Truckunsafe gave me shit about ignoring him and playing the Megatouch (I was using up Sean’s remaining quarters, he’d told me to and I’m nothing if not obedient) and then when that ploy didn’t work, he gave me shit about blowing bubbles in my cocktails.
“I’m so blogging this,” I told him.
“Yeah, you’re gonna sit there and ignore people, and then write about it on your blog,” he sneered. I believe he was making some point about my habit of going to public places and then being totally unsocial. (See Megatouch, reading books, and playing games on my PPC in bars.)
I finished the Megatouch game and then at his prompting asked him how he was, and he revealed he’d bowled a monster game the night before, I think he bowled a 268 or something. I was all proud of him.
“Did you ever think we’d be thirty-something talking about bowling league in the bar?” I asked.
“I always wanted to bowl league,” he replied. “I just never thought I’d mean it.”
Anyway, I digress. Yes, I blow bubbles in my cocktails through the straw. I do this to stir them up. I’ve always done it. And I’ve had bartenders and patrons in bars across the country give me shit about it. What are you doing? Why are you blowing bubbles in your cocktail? What, are you four years old?
I do not care if people think it’s weird because it works. It’s better than drinking all the booze out of the bottom and having nothing but mix and ice left at the end!
I upgraded to iTunes v6 yesterday. It seems to work fine. And this, THIS is how much I need that new 20Gb iPod:
Eleven megs left out of three gigs. Jeez, I can’t wait for the new toy to get here! (Man, I’d better fire up that album-art importer app and get crackin’.)
In other news, I’m trying podcasts again. I found two last night that amused the hell out of me. I’ve decided I like iTunes’ built-in podcast functionality, even though there are tons of other, more adorable iPod podcast managers.
I guess I’ll keep my iTunes installation on my work computer because most of iTunes’ fun features suck over dial-up. SUCK.
I can’t figure out which RSS feed aggregator I like best, and am currently using three in tandem. I know I don’t like the email client-based readers, so that leaves web-based interfaces. The three in the running are Kinja, Bloglines, and Google Reader.
Overall, I think I like Kinja best, even though it’s not as tricked out as the other two. Simplicity wins.
In which you learn more than you want to know.
In my household, the trimming is done by my husband. Mostly because he can get a better angle at it, and therefore does a better job than I can myself. But also because he’s male and he seems to enjoy it.
The thing is though that sometimes he gets a little over zealous and I end up with something of a porn star look. Which is fine because it grows back and, you know, clothes ~ it’s not like anybody else is going to see it. Thank God.
But damn does my crotch ITCH.
I finally bought myself a birthday present ~ a shiny new 5th gen iPod. It’s got five times the storage capacity my mini has, it’s got a color screen, and it should be here within the week.
I’m very, very, very excited. Not only because it’s shiny, new, and color, but because I am so sick of iTunes telling me that my iPod is full.
Update: I do not have a good reason for getting this instead of shelling out that little bit extra for a late model iPod… I think I might be slightly retarded. In fact, I might even just put this one on eBay the moment it arrives and get a 6th gen instead.
WTF was I thinking? Well, to be quite honest, I hadn’t visited the Apple Store since the new video iPods had come out, and I didn’t realize how cheap they’d gotten until after I’d bought my 5th gen. Eh.
In which it takes me an entire day to get nothing accomplished.
I slept way the hell in today. I’m so bad. I wonder if I’ll ever outgrow that feeling of dread and shame drilled into me as a college student that I still have whenever I sleep in? Gack.
Brett and I went to the bank this afternoon to see about refinancing the property, but the loan guy wasn’t in. So we dropped by Field Of Dreams and I bought picks and a set of strings for that acoustic guitar, but the high E string broke while I was re-stringing it so I still haven’t really played it. Also the bridge is cracked, so I doubt it’ll ever stay in tune or even last very long before the bridge pops right off and those little plastic pegs that seat the strings go flying everywhere. Hopefully it won’t put my eye out.
Brett had to meet a potential client this evening, so we went to town and he deposited me at the bar while he went off with Jimbo for the meeting. I sat and read my book, had a drink, and chatted with a few folks. Dave told me an endearing story about meeting a rock star in Minnesota.
When Brett came back we went to Los Portales for dinner, where I had a bean & rice chimichanga and more chips and salsa than I really needed.
In other news, I have nothing profound to say and I love my cell phone camera so, so much.
According to this site (which I found by accident, doing a random google for a meme I’d seen), goblinbox.com is a Superb Service Award winner and has “been widely recognized by other Award Sites for [its] excellence in design and content.”
Not only do I not know how this happened, but I don’t know what it means either. But that won’t keep me from claiming to be the sole web mistress of an “award-winning site.” Eh.
I’m just so tickled. If only I knew what service it was, exactly, that goblinbox has been performing – and for whom – while I’m not looking.
In which I bitch about traffic. What there is of it.
It was really foggy this morning, with low visibility. So naturally everyone drove their morning Interstate commute at about 11 miles an hour over the speed limit with their headlights off.
(When I say “everyone,” I mean the six other vehicles I saw between Batavia and Fairfield.)
And because it was chilly when I dressed, I wore an angora sweater. Now it’s sticking to my underarms in a really creepy, fuzzy way.
I’ve been having problems adding an edit_post_link to this installation of WordPress. I went and
started a thread at the support forum, and got what I thought was good help…
…until today, when I discovered that the link in question does show up if I use Internet Exploder. What I don’t know is if this is a browser bug or a WP bug?