Ten gigs! Portable!

by Mush on August 9, 2005 · 5 Comments · in Blurbs

This is how totally tits my new hard drive enclosure is:

I put a 10GB hard drive in it. The enclosure looks way cool and sleek. It’s cute. And I just put 318MB of MP3s on it. Oh yeah baby, I sure fuckin’ did.

“640k ought to be enough for anybody.”
– Bill Gates, 1981

 

Woof!

by Mush on August 9, 2005 · No Comments · in LOTD

They cloned a dog.

 

In The Mail

by Mush on August 9, 2005 · No Comments · in Blurbs

I got three packages delivered to me at work today.

First was the hard drive enclosure I ordered last week (yay for me!), the next was a shift lever I bought off of eBay at Mr. Brett’s behest (yay for him!), and the third was a mix CD from 80 (yay for me again!).

Buzzdoctor just walked up to my desk, dropped off the CD, and mumbled: “If you’re using your work address as an illegal mail drop for drugs, that’s okay. I just want in on the action.” And then he walked away.

Snort!
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God of hard science fiction

by Mush on August 8, 2005 · 3 Comments · in Blurbs

Greg Bear is a genius.

If you don’t believe me, read this, this, and particularly this.

 

What's Really Good

by Mush on August 8, 2005 · 4 Comments · in Blurbs

You know what’s really good?

Drinking a strawberry daquiri while you’re doing the dishes on a hot summer day, that’s what.

 

Dukes of Redneck

by Mush on August 7, 2005 · 9 Comments · in Blurbs

My redneck husband dragged me to a 1:30 matinee of The Dukes of Hazzard.

It was so totally latent.

During the out-takes at the end credits, while Willie was singing the theme song, we:

  • Saw Johnny Knoxville’s bare ass (surprize!)
  • Heard Seann William Scott say (about Johnny), “He’s showing me his balls!”
  • Saw Scott get stuck (during a cyclone fence-climbing scene) hanging upside down by his left ankle, and Knoxville took the opportunity to thrust his groin at Scott’s mouth and began to undo his fly
  • Rip Taylor, who wasn’t even in the movie, was in one of the outtakes… in bed with Knoxville and two starlettes.

Oh, and there were, of course, a bunch of excellent, unuseable car crash-landings, which made me go, “Oh damn!” out loud a couple of times.

Jessica looked weirdly ‘perfect.’ She’s… surreal. She’s, like, plastic. She doesn’t even jiggle. Aren’t girls supposed to jiggle, or are they all supposed to look like boys with implants these days? Her characterization was good, though. She is cute. And Willie was adorable, of course, and so was Burt.

All in all, it was a wholly mediocre movie. I would have liked it better on pay-per-view. I wish I’d seen Willie Wonka instead, but it was nice to get out of the house. We ate Icees, popcorn, Butterfinger Minis, and Junior Mints. I’m lucky I’m not shaking too hard to type.

Brett said, “I can’t believe you didn’t like that movie!” and threatened to make me walk home from Ottumwa. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” I said, “I’m just saying it was totally gay. But then again, so was the original series.”

“Well, it was still funny as hell,” he said.

 

Suddenly, the moodiness, it makes sense

by Mush on August 6, 2005 · 5 Comments · in Blurbs

I have cramps. Bad cramps. The kind that will have me popping Advil like they’re Sweetarts within the hour.

In other news, I’ve been over at Amazon this morning and there’s really cool stuff on my Wishlist, should you suddenly feel compelled to RAOK me.

But for now at least there’s some chocolate, I think, in the kitchen. And sheep to knit.

 

Funstravaganza!

by Mush on August 5, 2005 · 2 Comments · in Social

I had so much fun at that BBQ last night. I know, right?

The hosts’ house was right on the river and it was gorgeous. (These are the kind of grown-up people who live in a finished house. You know, with furniture, and nice wallpaper and fixtures and things. I want to be just like them when I grow up.) The porch was a huge wrap-around, and featured lots of new chairs, an ash bucket for cigarette butts, and a big basin full of ice and carbonated adult beverages. It was also wholly populated by strong, tanned, construction-working men. Our host was standing in the yard BBQ-ing steaks.

I immediately let myself into the kitchen and found the women (and a huge amount of food), and we quickly introduced ourselves and I got directions to the bathroom. When I got back I discovered they – the women – were all beautiful, intelligent, funny, and friendly. And they’d totally overcooked. There was enough food there for 50 people, with a mere dozen to eat it! (No harm done, though – the family’s travelling today so they’ll take it with them for road snacks.) Every surface in the kitchen was covered in food – pies, green bean casserole, ham balls, veggie plates, fruit plates, baked beans, chicken & noodles in crock pots, scalloped peaches, pesto and crackers, salads, and cheeses.

There was a 6-month old baby girl on the dining table, belonging to the middle daughter and her husband. So cute, that baby fat! Ooh, those chubby little thighs! (I love me some baby skin, especially sleeping baby skin, but who doesn’t.) This one, when awake, had massive, melting brown eyes.

I have a new best friend. He’s the Voorhies’ youngest son, he’s twelve, and he’s precocious as hell. He interviewed me in great detail about sex, drugs, sexuality among tweens and pre-teens, the definition of “metrosexual,” the contents of my iPod, and my opinon of 50 Cent. The kid is totally awesome, but it is somewhat shocking that you can be twelve and know about the existence of meth, coke, heroin, acid, pot, hash, and PCP. He said, “You’ve tried a lot of drugs!” and I said, “I was in college for a long time.” He got his ear pierced when he was six. When he asked me how old I was, he said, “Wow! You act like you’re my age!” Naturally, we exchanged cell numbers. Nothing I like more than a fabulously precocious child.

I took a walk down to the river with one of the wives. She had stunning silver hair contrasted with fresh young skin; I always thought that look was so cool. She was an Iowan born and bred. I really liked her, but I suck at names.

When dark came on, I got monopolized by my new best friend and his sex-and-drug interview, so I don’t know much about what happened with everyone else. I think we pretty much all sat on the porch and drank and laughed, and then it was ten o’clock and we all split because all those construction dudes have to get up at five in the morning.

When we got home, I ravished my poor exhausted husband. He passed out so fast I actually laughed out loud. (In his defense, he was really tired.) Then I got up and, like a dork, stayed up until two in the morning surfing the Internet and chatting with Logan.

You’d think I’d have it out of my system by now, the Internet, but I don’t. It’s one siren that just won’t stop singing, the bitch.

 

Internet Exploder Shoots Own Foot

by Mush on August 4, 2005 · 2 Comments · in Web

Ooh! Neat! Even in future versions, Internet Explorer will continue to suck!

“Microsoft doesn’t plan to fully support the latest CSS standard in IE 7.0. Instead of using well-established Web standards, IE 7.0 will continue to foist proprietary technologies on Web developers, forcing them to choose between two competing ways of creating Web sites. “In IE 7.0, we will fix as many of the worst bugs that Web developers hit as we can, and we will add the critical most-requested features from the standards as well,” Wilson said. “Our intent is to build a platform that fully complies with the appropriate Web standards…”

“Appropriate” Web standards? Pah.

 

Rapidfire

by Mush on August 4, 2005 · 3 Comments · in Blurbs

Being a rather grumpy and random list, from a grumpy and random girl.

1. My husband is going to drag me to a BBQ at his boss’s house in Keosauqua tonight. I don’t want to go because I won’t know anybody but him and Jim & Joy.

2. I feel tense, like my body’s thinking about having a little panic fest. I desperately want to go to sleep.

3. I finally remembered to pay the mortage today.

4. I had lunch with my boyfriend, Joe. We ate at the shitty Mexican restaurant. He told me about a website he saw (NSFW!) that features videos of people, from the shoulders up, suffering la petite mort. It’s like porn with no porn. I haven’t looked at it because I’m at work, but it sounds “interesting” even though I’m not a particularly visual person. He also asked me to help him write a haiku to taunt Daphne with, one with the word “moist” in it, but I don’t know that I’ve ever written a haiku.

5. I ate way too much food at lunch today. I had the veggie fajitas. Two hours later, I’m still uncomfortably full.

6. I am starting to feel happy about this new template. I’m going for something rustic. The header image is our front pond, and the wood background is a tile I found on the web somewhere.

7. Yesterday my work computer totally shit the bed, so now I’m on a temporary computer and it is totally not set up right at all and it’s so indescribably stupid I won’t even try to describe it.

8. Yesterday, I bought this. I will put a 10GB hard drive in it, and I will keep all my important shit on it where I can get at it and I will carry it around with me. Right now I haven’t really lost much data, but I can’t use any of it.

9. I pretty much feel like shit.

10. I’m wondering if chocolate might be the answer to this unasked question. (It probably is. Speed is always the answer.)

11. The damn rain isn’t supposed to get here until, like, six. Just in time for the BBQ I don’t want to go to.