Of course I want an iPod nano because of the yummy form factor, but they’re only 4Gb (like my mini) so I probably won’t upgrade.

Which is good, considering that everybody says they’re too delicate to actually use.

I’ll wait for the next gen, when they’re 8Gb+ and the kinks have been worked out of the design. But OMG they’re adorable, aren’t they? And COLOR! THEY’RE COLOR!

I’m fond of this concept drawing. How cute is that “nano”?

In which my teeth are GORGEOUS.

In other news, I went to the dentist today. My teeth look fifteen years younger. My gums are rejoicing. It’s a fabulous thing.

Not so fabulous was when the hygienist used the Cavitron on my upper molars, and it sounded like some soprano-voiced creature was being vivisected at about two thousand decibels, inside my head.

“MY GOD THAT’S LOUD!” I said after I winced and made a face and she stopped. “It’s so loud it hurts! What a horrific sound!”

“Your teeth’s roots must go way into your sinuses,” she said.

Somehow, I doubt that comment was calculated to make me feel sexy.

In which I still love New York.

I still love Manhattan. I miss it. I watch TV shows and movies I wouldn’t normally watch because they’re filmed there. I buy magazines I wouldn’t normally buy because they’re based there. I think about Manhattan while I’m in the shower. It’s like the worst crush I’ve ever had.

My husband won’t let me move there. Something about thinking his wife should live in the same state he does. The insensitive bastard. Can’t he see I’m pining away?
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In which I freak out.

I will turn 37 next Thursday. I think I’m having a mid-life crisis.

Look at this and tell me: is this for real? Is this storm really shaped like that, or is this some kind of Nat’l Weather Service joke?

I mean, maybe my mind’s in the gutter, but damn if that doesn’t look like a peeee-nis.

(Image from here.)

In which the loo changes radically.

LISCO hired a new cleaning company for the engineering office.

Yesterday a woman spent 45 minutes detail cleaning the not-very-dirty bathroom, which annoyed me because I really had to go and 45 minutes is clearly overkill.

The point is that she apparently put in one of those tank pucks, and now the water’s a creepy, deep blue color and it smells like chemicals.

In which I have a bad case of “I hate Iowa” syndrome.

In contrast to the buzz and hustle of my amazingly fulfilling working vacation in NYC, here’s a ‘relaxing’ image [read that as absolutely dripping with sarcasm] of this morning’s commute:

Yeah, that’s about a thousand acres of soybeans, two hundred thousand dollars worth of farm equipment, and two human beings.

I’m so lonely.
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I’m back from New York and I’m working on my site. (It had to be moved again, so I’ve got half-installed scripts and data spread out all over the place.) Keef gave me IP access to the old server, so I’m in the process of moving my junk over here to our new home.

So the goblinbox is on its way back, baby! Some links don’t work yet!

Meanwhile, my blog is here. I love New York and wish it were my boyfriend.

I just spent twenty-five minutes writing a post, and Internet fucking Exploder ate it. I am so smoking fucking pissed off that if this were my laptop, I’d throw it off the damn balcony and watch it explode.

Dude. For real.
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In which my fat cat tries to get fatter.

This is a picture of Buz begging:

I’ve never had a cat that begged before. He’s so funny.