In which I bemoan the loss of my twenty-something body… even though it’s been gone for, like, seventeen years. God, I hate exercising. I don’t think I make the right endorphins. People are always going on about how they ‘feel so good’ after working out. It makes me sick because I feel nothing but tired […]

I think I want a new Pocket PC instead of an iPod nano for my b-day. The geek in me is tempted to get a Sharp Zaurus simply because it runs a Linux shell, but the penny pincher in me thinks of all the software I’ve purchased over the years for WinCE and Pocket PC […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

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 […]