6.30.01, 8:46pm
I'm currently reading Faster, by James Gleick. It's not the
greatest thing I've ever read, but it's amusing, and makes one
think.
Currently, I'm at the bit where he's talking about how much time is lost
to traffic and sleep, and I stopped to figure out where I stand against
his numbers.
I'm out of my house 11 hours a day for work (8 working, 1 lunch, 1 each
way commuting). I leave at 6, and get home just after 5. I go to bed around
10, and wake up at 5. This adds up to 18 hours. Which leaves me 6 hours to
do things.
One of those six hours is spent getting ready for the day and reading
email and hitting my daily websites, leaving me 5 hours in the evening.
Somewhere in there, I have to cook dinner, and eat. I usually take an hour
or so to unwind when I get in. So say I have three hours left.
Which means that I have a grand total of three fucking hours a day to do
the things that make me want to keep going. And that time is eroded by
things like showers and dishes.
Somewhere in my three hours, I find time to read, to work on patterns, to
sew, to chat with my friends, and do all the rest of the things I
enjoy.
To be fair, I do have weekends to play with, but usually I'm too tired to
do more than lie on the couch with a book.
Or with the laptop.
6.29.01, 2:18pm
Ohhh.. I just made a new friend.
For the stimulant addict that I am, I've come very late to the energy
drink game.. tried my first one (excluding Jolt, which doesn't count,
because I've been drinking that forver) today. 180. Not icky tasting (it's
orange pop, but not too carbonated), and I'm very.. juiced up.
I'm going to have to get more of this.
6.27.01, 10:38pm
Watching Gormenghast, which is finally playing on a PBS station near me.
(Took long enough!)
This is possibly this strangest thing I've seen in ages.
6.27.01, 7:54pm
On the Hissyfit message boards,
someone asked a question about what clothes would you never, ever wear.
Since I don't post there, and decided that a delurk with a huge
thing like this wasn't wise, I'm putting it here.
What would I never wear?
Stockings, unless I'm wearing something short and don't want to expose the
fishbelly-white, probably-in-need-of-a-shave flesh of my legs. And then I
wear opaque tights or leggings. Usually solid black, but ocasionally
striped or fishnet. Thigh-highs don't count. I love thigh-highs.
Jeans without a long shirt. I have a belly that I'm none too fond of.
Since it's not going away anytime soon (at least, not without my spending
8+ hours a day sweating, and discovering the joy that is anorexia), I'd
prefer to disguise it.
Backless shirts. I have nothing against dresses with low or missing backs
(though I won't wear one), but the shirts look silly, and rather
unflattering on most everyone.
Beige anything. A total non-color. I saw a woman in beige capri pants, and
I had to get close to see if she was wearing *anything* on her lower half
(except for a pair of really cute lime green high-heeled sandals that
immediately threw me into shoe-lust, which brings up the next
item.)
Shoes or boots that aren't black. I own red shoes, brown boots, gray
boots, silver flats, and I never wear *any* of them. Even when I wasn't
wearing all black, all the time, I wouldn't wear them. There's just
something bizarre about looking at one's feet and seeing color.
Cowboy boots. I used to wear a pair, and I loved them, but I wore them
*under* my jeans, so all you saw was a nice, pointy toe. They were very
plain (no fancy stitching, no metal toe tips.) I've since discovered real
pointy boots.
Ugly sneakers. Like the new Nikes or whatever brand-du-jour is. If I must
wear sneaks, give me my Chuck Taylors, and I'm a happy woman. Or else let
me wear boots.
70's rehash. I lived though the 70's once, though I was thankfully too
young to remember.
Shoulder pads. I look like a linebacker in the things.
Logos. Unless it's a band, website, or comic book that I really like. I
won't be a billboard for someone's company. T-shirts get turned inside
out, patches get removed. The exceptions to this are where I can't make it
go away, or when it's an important part of the item.
Empire waist dresses. They make me look like I'm going to fall over from
the weight of my breasts, and like I'm pregnant, all at the same time.
Yuck. Drop the waistline a bit, and they're cute.
Baseball hats and those visor things. Particularly at a funny angle.
Gag.
Raver pants. You know, those things with the elephantine legs, and a hem
circumfrence similar to a floor-length circle skirt. If you want a 10-yard
hem, wear a frigging skirt!
6.27.01, 8:56am
Ok, so you know how I don't get hangovers? Well, apparantly I get them
from abusing sugar.
I felt like I was three days dead when I woke up this morning. I almost
called in sick, though eating actual food helped. (Creamcheese and green
olives on eighty-bazillion grain bread sandwich. Yummy!)
Still feeling a bit off, but no worse than most mornings. I'm still
hungry though, and can't wait for lunch.
6.26.01, 2:06pm
Ohmigawhd. Major sugar high. This is fun, but I'm going to be
soooooooooooo miserable in about 20 min.
This bit of useless info brought to you by my breaking routine and not
putting my wallet back in my box. No lunch for me.. glad I snagged
lollipops and rice candy on the way out the door this morning.
6.26.01, 7:27am
I wish that ebay forced people to explain their use of certain terms in
their auction descriptions.
Those wench corsets that Frederick's has... I've seen them described BY
THE SAME SELLER as "Medieval" "Renaissance" "Victorian" and "Edwardian."
Now, I know people who swear by this particular style of corset, and it's
very lovely on some people, but that corset is *none* of the
above.
Then again, this is the same group of people who seem to earnestly belive
that if it has lacing and/or covers the torso in any way, shape or form,
it's a corset. *sigh*
Morons.
6.25.01, 6:54am
How do you get a driver's license when you can't read?
That's the only excuse I can come up with for the bimbo with the ugly
shoes who keeps parking her little red mazda in our lot. Our spots are
clearly maked with "DO NOT PARK HERE" signs, and the notice that people
who don't belong to those spots will be towed.
This was the eighth time I've had to call the tow truck on this
bitch.
Usually, she zips out as soon as she hears the truck. I want revenge.
Doubt I'll ever get it, because the best ideas I have are all illegal
(property damage is, after all, frowned upon, but it's still very
gratifying to imagine using steel wool on the paint, slitting the tires,
spraypainting the windows, putting a potato in her tailpipe, and jamming
gum into the locks. Me? Vindictive?)
I hope they got her today.
6.23.01, 9:10am
Damn, I'm good.
Just concocted a new yummy thing to put into handroll. Sorta-pickled
cukes.
Slice into itty bitty strips (I'd call it Julienne, but I'm way to
inefficent for that) about a quarter of a cuke. Get rid of the skin and
seeds first. Toss the strips into a little container with a top, and
add:
- about a tablespoon of rice vinegar
- about a teaspoon and a half of the liquid from a thing of pickled
ginger
- a few slices of the ginger for good measure
- some sugar.. maybe about half a teaspoon, a bit more.
- two drops (literally) of sesame oil
Mix it up well, cover, shake, taste one of the strips to see if the flavor
is balanced. Toss it in the fridge until the rice is ready.
Super extra yummy.
6.22.01, 3:30pm
Hehehheeee..
The woman at the place I picked up lunch today told me that I looked "like
a gothic princess." Perhaps I'll actually wear the 'goth princess' dress
to work one day.. I just have to pick a day when I won't need my arms,
since I screwed up the sleeves, and can't lift my arms above my shoulders
in it. Also, it's got a train, which will drive me batty with my rolly
chair (I'm almost used to saving the hems of my usual skirts.. can you
imagine a foot-long train? Eeek!)
Oh yeah.. what am I wearing? long black skirt, with a purplish lace
double-circle pixie point skirt overtop, and a black stretch velvet tank.
Very cleavagey. But makes me look super curvy.
I wouldn't say 'princess,' but hey.. it's pretty! *grin*
6.20.01, 6:51am
How do people wear stockings all the time stand it? I'm wearing tights today (with a remarkably short dress. I needed something, and I felt like wearing the pink & black stripeys anyhow), and when I walk, they make this.. noise.
But it isn't really a sound. More like a friction that I feel in the back of my neck. It's very strange, quite disquieting, and I don't think I like it.
6.19.01, 1:27pm
Some telemarketer ditzbag just called me "Hon."
Arregh!
I hate that patronizing crap. Just because I -sound- like one of those
sappy sweet people on the phone (I do. It's a curse. I keep getting myself
into positions where *I* have to speak to the general public because I
sound so damned nice over the phone) does NOT mean that I'm your
"Hon."
Of course, she could have meant "Hun." I'm perfectly willing to live up to
that one.. *evil laughter*
6.18.01, 8:39pm
I feel terribly Moulin Rouge.
I've figured out what I'm wearing to the club tonight.. the red corset
with the black and red lace overlay and skirt, with a long black skirt and
my victorian boots. I'm putting my hair up with the gorgeous black and red
turn-of-the-century comb Mike's mom gave me for Christmas (if it starts to
slip, it's coming right out, and into the box. I love this piece, and
don't want anything to happen to it.)
Mike thinks I look like I always look, but I think I'm extra cute
tonight.
6.18.01, 1:43pm
Why would anyone paint a porsche schoolbus yellow? I mean, eew.
6.17.01, 8:24pm
I think I've been reading too many romance novels. I want nothing more
than to have the dark and mysterious hero to sweep in and rescue me,
carrying me away on his horse. *sigh*
I suspect this is more a reaction to working than romance, though. I need
to be insanely rich so I never have to work.
6.15.01, 1:48pm
Ok.. I have a new peeve.
When a book will have twenty-odd pages of excerpt from some other book,
sort of a preview, at the end. Yeah, you can check out the new book, get
all excited, that's great. But when you look at a book, say to yourself,
oh.. I've got enough left to not worry about bringing a second book,
because I'm not going to finish this until I'm nearly home, because it's
20-odd pages shorter than it looks.. well...
Garumph.
I now have nothing to read on the way home, I didn't bring my crochet, and
today is one of those nervous energy days when I, even more than usual,
can't sit still.
This is not going to be fun.
6.13.01, 8:35pm
So I made Mike take me to Toys R Us so I could get pink goggles and a
second Super Soaker. Afterwards, we stopped at Armadillo Willie's (horrid
name!) for dinner.. the music they were playing was just wrong on so many
levels, I *NEED* to know who did it so I can have it.
It was a countrified instrumental of several Led Zeppelin songs. Sort of
like what Apocolyptica did to Metallica songs.. the version of Battle of
Evermore was utterly hilarious.
If you have any info on who the hell this band/musician is, I will find
some way to reward you.
6.13.01, 1:32pm
Ok.. this is a weird day for sticky songs. I woke up with Kiss Kiss in my head (the bizarre Stella Soleil mishmash of it.. I'd heard it at Death Guild on Monday, flipped because it was this neat sounding thing that made me -throw- myself onto the dancefloor. Mike found it for me, after I'd asked him to look for it, and now I'm wishing I knew Turkish, so I could get the real lyrics stuck in my head instead.)
Then one of the nastybad evil people on a mailing list sent a link to the Butterfly song from Dance Dance Revolution. So I'm alternating bewteen Kiss Kiss and Butterfly. Arregh!
Yesterday, I ran the gamut from Nick Cave's Do You Love Me to the drinking song from La Traviata to the new version of Lady Marmalade. Don't ask me how any of these songs are related.
Someone is doing something on the roof; I keep hearing them running and talking, and the lights keep rattling. At first I thought it was an earthquake, but nothing fell over. Strange.
6.11.01, 2:04pm
My two most recent fortunes found in cookies:
Pleasure awaits your company.
How you look depends on where you go.
In other words, I'm going to have a lot of fun, AND get to play dressup in
the near future. I like this idea. *grin*
6.8.01, 2:24pm
I don't know what's wrong with me. I seem to have developed the attention
span of a two year old somewhere along the line.
I'm currently reading Robin McKinley's The Hero and the Crown for
the fourth time. This is one of my favorite ever books (as are several of
her other books.. she's fabulous), and I can't manage more than 10 pages
without having to stop and do something else.
Maybe I've been watching too much TV?
6.8.01, 1:30pm
Added two new pics.. Katlyn is some sort of Goddess, and I thank her very much for my spiffy new pics!
Amusing link: Types of Goth. I fall into categories #3, 6, 15, 45, 50, 62, 86, 94, 95, 144, 146, as well as a few others I'd rather not publicize. (After all, my grandmother *does* read this site.. They're not bad, Bubby.. I promise. *smile*)
6.5.01, 2:24pm
Well, I've eaten, and now I *really* feel like I wanna puke. And I'm
overheating.
Are hot flashes an accepted part of PMS? I hate being a girl.
6.5.01, 1:30pm
Ugh. I simply cannot focus today - neither my eyes (yeowch) nor my mind. I
can't tell if it's a food/blood sugar/caffeine thing, a sleep thing, or a
wanting to go space out and play with some random toy thing.
All I know is that it's lunch time, I have no idea what I want to eat, and
I'm at that 'so hungry I wanna thow up' stage.
Faugh. Can I just start today over? I've managed to get some fundamental
thing twisted, and I'd like to rip it all out and re-do.
6.4.01, 2:21pm
Learned something fairly important today.
Don't eat ice cream slowly out of a chinet bowl. It WILL get all over
one's desk.
6.3.01, 7:38pm
Added a Bio-Thingie. Feel free to add to the list of stuff I have listed.
6.1.01, 7:31am
Mike picked up a copy of the Moulin Rouge soundtrack yesterday, and I'm
borrowing it.. so far (on track 7) I'm liking it, but I've come to the
conclusion that regardless of who sings it, I just despise that sappy
"Your Song." Gag.
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