In which IE drives me apeshit.

If you came by earlier, you saw that I was working on a new template. I can’t get it to render properly in Internet Exploder, though, so we’re back to the old standby until I can get it worked out.

I emailed my resume a few times today, worked on the gauntlets I’m knitting, watched TV, made tomato bisque, visited Baby Girl at the bar (she gave notice and won’t be working there much longer so’s I’s gotsta go visit her), and received two paperbacks off of my Amazon Wishlist in the mail (!!!).

A friend of mine was DDing for a drunk friend of his, so I was recruited to follow him in his friend’s cage to the friend’s house and then take him back to his car. I got free McDonald’s out of the deal, so that was groovy. It’s snowing out right now* but doesn’t look like it’s going to stick.

Now I’m off to bed; I’m trying to get back onto a ‘normal’ schedule so if someone decides to actually interview me it won’t feel like the middle of the night to me.

In other news, that Indian dude on Heroes is SO PRETTY. Omfg.

*The time on the server seems to be wrong; I’m actually posting at two-thirty, not four-thirty.

In which the outage is over.

There was some bookkeeping issue with the hosting provider, but it’s all better now.

Christmas day I slept until five, then I went to NLW’s and we ate chips and drank coffee and knitted and talked about knitting and watched a couple of movies. It was awesome.

Yesterday I was supposed to go to a bridal shower, but it was at 11:30 AM and I slept through my alarm… by about five hours.

Today I had lunch with my TM teacher. I used to be in love with him. He’d completely forgotten he’d taught me to meditate, which is the best part. He told me to meditate more.

Tonight I’m going to a bachelorette party. There’s a bus, so I’ll probably get drunk. Right now I’m going out for Mexican food with AmmZon to build a nice foundation for the evening’s booze.

At four o’clock this morning I made breakfast: scrambled eggs, sauteed spinach, hash browns, and veggie sausage gravy. I had an icy cold Coke. It was delicious.

In which I wish you a merry Xmas!

There are people in town, so I’m gonna go out and see some of them. Tomorrow, I’ll hang with Nasty Little Whore at her house; her man’s leaving town so she and I are gonna make a girls’ night in of it.

My roommates will be gone for two nights, so I’ll have cat-feeding duty. Truck bought AmmZon an iPod nano for Xmas and boy-oh-boy is it tiny and cute!

Oh, and Merry Xmas! *smooch*

In which I recall a story that didn’t happen to me.

Someone once told me — my aunt, I believe — that while she was in Australia for a Toastmasters conference, she’d asked a waiter for a napkin. He’d gotten all flustered and awkward, and finally called the hostess over to the table to assist her.

Apparently they say serviette, not napkin, in Australia. The napkin, of course, being an article belonging to the stunning array of feminine hygiene products available these days, tends not to be available from one’s waiter… even in the finer restaurants.

In which I take a quiz I found at Jake’s blog.

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Klein Sexual Orientation Grid

I scored an average of 2.38

Meaning

This result can also be related to the Kinsey Scale:

0 = exclusively heterosexual
1 = predominantly heterosexual, incidentally homosexual
2 = predominantly heterosexual, but more
than incidentally homosexual
3 = equally heterosexual and homosexual
4 = predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally
heterosexual
5 = predominantly homosexual, incidentally heterosexual
6 = exclusively homosexual

Summary

The idea of this excercise is to understand exactly how dynamic a person’s sexual orientation can be, as well as how fluid it can be over a person’s lifespan. While a person’s number of actual homo/heterosexual encounters may be easy to categorize, their actual orientation may be completely different. Simple labels like “homosexual”, “heterosexual”, and “bisexual” need not be the only three options available to us.

Take the quiz
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Now that we all know I’m more than incidentally homosexual (I love that verbiage!), I’m going to Taco Bell for a bean burrito. Then I’m going to bathe. Later, I’m going to get Snow from the airport. Oh, the fascinating life I lead!

Update: Not only does Taco Bell no longer offer onions, they also don’t offer napkins. What’s up with that? Plus, I miss the old-style hot sauce packets. Remember those little tubs they used to have? They were so much better than today’s dorky little impossible-to-open jobbies.

In which I gamble a little.

Friday night I rode with Apple up to Riverside for Gorgeous’ going away party. (She’s moving to Hawaii. I hate her. Let’s not discuss it.) Riverside, it turns out, is a whole entire casino with a decent hotel attached, and it’s less than an hour away.

Gorgeous got a room, gave her guests $25 chips as gifts, and provided munchies and far too much booze. Not as many people showed up as could have, so I tried valiantly to drink as much of the vodka as I could. Ouch.

I gambled a little — played some slots. Didn’t win. A couple of people in our party won a few hundred bucks each, but I don’t win at gambling.

We ended up on Saturday morning with six drunken people in a double, so we kept ourselves up chatting and laughing and making more cocktails. By eleven o’clock in the morning I was wretched with hunger and had a mediocre tomato-cheddar omelet in one of the hotel restaurants while Gorgeous and Mother were taking Aveda spa treatments, and Rockstar was blissfully snoring away up in the room.

When I finally made it home the next afternoon — the Holy Couple drove me back, bless them — I was so tired I was literally seeing spots. I was the kind of tired where, when you finally lie down and close your eyes, you can see all kinds of interesting kaleidoscope-y moire patterns on the insides of your eyelids, like oil on water, and you can feel some of the fine muscles around your eyes twitching spasmodically and you’re so glad you’ve finally got your contacts out that you can hardly stand yourself…

…and the next thing you know it’s nine hours later and you’re waking up. I basically slept for a whole day, save the times I got up to eat and let my dog out, and I’m now much recovered.

I have to pick Snow up from the airport tomorrow night at 11:21 PM. Right now it’s 10:30 and I’m ready to do something. Maybe I’ll do some laundry. Gah.

In other news, my referrer traffic is disturbing to me. I need to figure out how to totally disable registration on Rants; that board is getting way too much spambot traffic.

In which I see seven AM for the first time in awhile.

Snow asked me to take him to the airport this morning. He had a flight departing at 6:10 AM, and we were supposed to leave his house — which is a block away — at 3:45 this morning. I set my phone alarm, got up at 3:15, dressed and put in my contact lenses, let Bindu out, and was where I was supposed to be on time.

His whole house was dark and all the doors were locked. I lurked around for ten minutes and called his cell five times — later I learned it was in Denver — before I gave up and went home.

I stayed awake for another hour or more expecting him to call, but he didn’t and I finally crashed. Just about the time I finally entered REM sleep, my cell rang and jarred me awake. Oof. Instant headache.

So now it’s ten AM and I just got home from a round trip to Cedar Rapids. Ten AM may be “morning” to some people, but I’m on India time and I’ve been up all night. DISCO NAP!

In which something wonderful happens for no apparent reason!

AmmZon ordered herself two pairs of high heels off the Internet. They arrived yesterday in a strangely large box… along with a pair of Uggs that did not appear on the packing list nor on the invoice.

The Uggs were too small for AmmZon, so she gave them to me for Christmas! I now have warm, fuzzy, fleecy boots with good soles that probably retailed at about $150 bucks and which cost me nothing! How hot is that?

I love them. I really do. Snuggly warm feets are the bestest!

And just in time, too, because it started snowing within the hour.