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World of Silliness
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9.29.00, 4:08pm
When I upgraded to my new machine, I didn't bring all of my software over, and now I'm kicking myself.
I want, more than anything, to have Aldus SuperPaint again. or else, some good paint program. The one in Appleworks sucks, and Photoshop can't do what I'm trying to pull off.
I'd just load it off of the original disks, but it's on floppies, and the only Macs in the house are an iMac and my iBook. Grrrrrrrr.
I wonder if we still have that old SCSI zip drive around. I think I can pull it off of my old Powerbook. If I can make it boot.
9.29.00, 6:10am
It's COLD.
This is California. It's not supposed to be cold. I'd put it somewhere around 60-65 degrees right now. Yes, it's morning. It's still dark and I know I won't want to deal with a coat all day. But it's not supposed to be cold in California. Ever.
TV has been lying to me all these years.
9.28.00, 4:01pm
Will someone please remind these SUV-driving maniacs that they are under no moral obligation to drive ten miles over the speed limit, *particularly* when making a right on red?!
9.27.00, 4:08pm
If you're going to stand there like a spaced-out moron when the light changes and the little walk-signal guy lights up, DON'T stand in front of anyone. And don't act huffy when they walk right past you, because you and your crack habit were blocking my way.
9.27.00, 6:01am
Just saw a truck that said "Forklifts Scissorlifts Trenchers" and couldn't figure out for a moment what the heck something from a medieval feast had to do with heavy machinery.
Of course, it would make sense if a forklift were some sort of gormet exercise..
9.26.00, 4:22pm
"Without shoes.. without shoes.. it's not as much fun to pick up the pizza."
Kissthisguy.com is a site which collects misheard song lyrics. Some of the entries are absolutely hilarious.
And what's scary is that even though I *know* the real words to The Perfect Drug, I still heard the above just now.
9.26.00, 4:00pm
Don't read into yesterday's blurb, by the way. It's just something I was thinking about.
9.25.00, 6:00am
Do people really find it that hard to say "I love you?" I mean, really!
Yea, love isn't all pink hearts and flowers; it's something a lot more primitive, but still! If you mean it in your bones each and every time you say it, it doesn't get old. If you mean it in every cell of you each and every time you say it, it reenforces the feeling, and strengthens it.
9.23.00, 8:53pm
Decided not to go dancing tonight; I'm tired.
Added a new pic of me to the ego-shrine.
9.22.00, 6:12am
Wow. Nothing to say yesterday. Scary.
9.20.00, 4:05pm
Me and my silly unreasonable expectations.. like crossing the street.
You'd think I'd have learned by now that pedestrians HAVE no rights in the Bay Area. Not even when they're easy to spot; a 250 lb, pink-haired female, dressed head-to-toe in black, carrying a BIG white box is hardly inconspicuous. And yet, I've nearly gotten squished three times today.
What gives?
9.20.00, 9:29am
When George W. was a cokehead, do you think he inhaled?
9.20.00, 6:02am
I'm sorry.
I haven't uploaded updates in nearly a week. I'll do it tonight when I get home. I promise.
9.19.00, 4:03pm
I feel like that one character in Uretse Yatsura (Lum) who gets really really strong when she gets angry. Not that I'm angry or anything (just really really warm.. that'll teach me to grab a long-sleeved black dress on a day I know is going to be hot!). I spent a good part of today baking in the storage room, moving boxes around, rotating stock (evil evil, especially when the stock in question is one of those big boxes of paper.
9.19.00, 6:35am
What do I look like today? Late.
One of us killed the alarm, and I don't recall it going off. Of course, I get within 1-minute walking of the station, and the late train (the one that will still get me to work mostly on time) is just leaving. If I hadn't stopped to tie my shoes, I'd have been on it.
The club was astouding. Amazing. Incredible. I'm going back next week. And however often I can after that.
The Monday-night part of it sucks, but DAMN is that a cool club.
No music for me today; my headphones are on my walkman, which us at home.
9.18.00, 4:10pm
I'm going dancing tonight.. *bounce*
Looking very much forward to this. Should be fun. My boss can't wait to see what I look like tomorrow morning.
9.18.00, 6:12am
Spent the weekend at Faire.. it's was kinda weird, because it was at a nudist resort, though the performers had to stay dressed. Sort of hard to NOT stare at all those dangly bits.
Though I'm slightly bothered by 50-year-old men wandering around with multiple dangly-bit piercings. That's just a little too weird, even for me.
It was blindingly hot this weekend. Most of Clan Shaw went Pictish on Sunday.. blue paint and bunny fur, or else blue paint and a kilt. It was really quite amusing. I felt utterly overdressed.
Finished the remaining sleeve for the Brown 'Bethan.. now I have to either fix the doublet (it doesn't fit quite right) or make a new bodice.
The site was gorgeous. Lakes, pools, well-manicured lawns (I went barefoot almost the entire weekend). They fed us. It was more a vacation than a faire.. imagine! Food without dust as a critical ingredient!
9.14.00, 4:44pm
Eeeeek!
I totally forgot I've got Faire this weekend. *sigh*
I mean, I'm all excited, because I LIKE faire, but there was a concert I was looking forward to Saturday night, and I had wanted to get rolling on my newest project, which was to be a French farthingdale (the sort that looks like a small table.)
No biggie.. I don't need that for a while, anyhow.
9.14.00, 8:09am
Added Instructions for making an Irish Dress to Fourth Fate.
9.13.00, 2:40pm
That does it. I'm not eating chips (you know, the yummy nacho sort.. NOT doritos) again. Every time I munch on them, I wind up coughing and with a sore throat, because regardless of how well I chew the damn things, they get stuck somewhere. Quite uncomfortable.
And of course, no matter how much water I drink, this will only go away on its own, when it wants to. Grrrrr.
9.13.00, 6:21am
The stinkpig with the cigar (I was bitching about him the other day) is sitting opposite me on the train. He's coughing a lot. You'd think he'd make the connection, ya know?
9.13.00, 6:01am
I think I've got it figured out.. do your own thing, but don't be noticed.
In other words, do what you've gotta to stay under the radar.. looking normal, speaking well, whatever.. and once they've decided that you're OK, you can do almost anything you want.
If you puzzle it out, this is what I've been doing my whole life.
9.12.00, 4:03pm
I've decided that I want to learn to play the bagpipes so I can dress up in my Scottish finery, and scare the hell out of the neighbors by researching and playing proper 16th century Scots music.
With any luck whatsoever, I'll have an aptitude for the things, unlike bobbin lace (though I keep trying..)
9.11.00, 6:55pm
A bunch of pre-teen potty-mouths were just yelling at each other on the street in front of our apartment. I can't tell if I'm disgusted or amused by 12-year-olds shouting, "You're not gonna pass 7th grade, you fucking ass!"
Amused, probably. I just hope I never sounded that stupid when swear words were new and intriguing to me. I probably did.
9.10.00, 9:39pm
Spent the day split between sleeping and re-working bits of the site. The personal bits of the site (like all of it isn't?) are now more appropriately named Narcissism. Some format shifting, new images, and a general prettying up.
I don't think the new stuff is quite ready to go live, but hey, I've got however long I want to upload it, don't I?
9.10.00, 2:46pm
I went out clubbing all my myself last night. I'm pleased with myself for doing it, but I have to find a better way to get home. The trains start running again at 8 am, and the club closes at 3. Now, I can hang out at work, but it's really uncomfy trying to sleep on the floor.
9.8.00, 4:02pm
The 'net was nice and screwed today. Yay.
Office Depot has been renamed, and is now to be known soley as 'Orifice Despot.' I have very few good things to say about them right now. I have been trying to contact our sales rep for several days, to no avail. I finally wound up calling generic customer service, and after being on hold for 10 minutes, got a human, who took care of *most* of our dilemas. Not all. Oh no. Their delivery guys won't carry a 2-drawer file cabinet up the stairs. (Our building doesn't have an elevator.) Yeah, it's one of those fire proof ones, so it's kinda heavy, but they're DELIVERY guys. They are supposed to DELIVER the thing. Leaving it downstairs is not delivering.
Yes, this is the better part of my rant today. I'm just sick of people copping out of things they should be doing.
9.8.00, 7:27am
Oh god, the fog, rolling down the hills is beautiful. This is what I miss in the mornings, because it's still dark when we get to San Bruno.
9.8.00, 7:22am
Though I know this oversleeping-thing is just one of those things that happens, I feel totally guilty. Ugh. It'll pass soon (it always does), but... oh, this sucks.
9.8.00, 7:09am
Well, I've been awake for less than half-an-hour. I'm currently operating on panic-mode. The alarm didn't go off (or if it did, I sure missed it), and the fact that it was *light* out (I see dawn from the train) woke me.
With luck, I'll arrive only an hour late, which I'll make up by skipping lunch.
9.7.00, 9:18pm
Some pics removed and/or defaced (literally) from the Naval Battle page and the Darkness Invades Toys R Us page by request of the person in them.
9.7.00, 4:34pm
Nothing profound to update today; the few meaningful thoughts I had have slipped away. Minor re-write on the Bodice Tips page.
I'm going to re-do the sub-pages. I like this one the way it is; it's a little stark, but I'm pleased with it. And it's easy to update.
9.6.00, 4:41pm
I have to see if there are any good time management instruction sites out there; I suspect that I'm in desperate need of help. Also anything that can help me focus on one task at a time (though I won't quite be myself if I can manage that..). Any suggestions? Mail me.
9.6.00, 8:50am
Damnit! I refuse to accept the blame for something I did not do.
Now all I need is the guts to tell this to the person complaining at me for it.
9.6.00, 8:45am
I really need to stop reading news sites. They only depress me. NOW, I know why I avoided all mention of current events for the longest time.
If only it weren't some sort of addiction, this needing to know what's going on at all times..
9.6.00, 6:31am
Ok, my last bitch until something really pisses me off. I promise.
I just got a spontaneous nosebleed. I am falling apart. This sucks beyond all comprehension. I am just too fucking old for this to be happening. Next thing you know, I'll be getting another growth spurt, and I'll need a training bra.
I've certainly got the hormonal hell going on that's similar to puberty, anyhow. Have I mentioned that this sucks? Well, it does.
9.6.00, 6:07am
Mercifully, the train station doesn't smell like anything today. Yesterday was fairly rough. Hopefully, today will be better.
9.5.00, 10:14pm
Ok, I'm just plain disgusted. I should not be pulling three gray hairs AND zapping zits in the same mirror, on the same night, one right after the other. This is just wrong.
9.5.00, 4:05pm
Skipped lunch again; I've got this huge zit that won't go away, and I didn't want to be seen.
I think I'm going to make up a t-shirt that says "No. Don't Bother." on it, and wear it on the walk home. I'm really fed up with being asked for change. If I had spare change to distribute, would I be walking?
I wonder if I'd be so mad at the world if I was 6 years younger? I'm starting to feel as if I've passed by opportunity, and I'm not quite ready to be a grownup yet. Perhaps I'll just start telling people I'm younger than I am; usually I'm taken for younger, though lately, it's been the opposite. I *look* worn out. I don't think you can get that sort of bone-deep exhaustion & resignation until you hit at least 25.
9.5.00, 6:07am
Ugh. Cigars are *nasty.* Why would anyone smoke anything that smells that gross? (I'm sitting next to someone smoking a cigar. Ugh. I'd move, except I can't really type while standing.)
Went to Faire yesterday. It was fun, though I've concluded that I despise faire-food, and really want to know which commercial bodice pattern has a point at the small of the back; I think that it offends the historical purist in me more than all of the studded black leather/horns/bunnyfur bikinis/bridesmaid's dresses you usually see at Faire.
9.3.00, 1:37am
Whoo!
My first earthquake!
(Ok, second, but the first one was many years ago, and hit when I was in Niagara Falls, and quite frankly, didn't notice it.)
This was sort of like waking up suddenly, when your heart is pounding hard, but I felt it in my legs instead. The shower door rattled, and everything felt quivery for a few moments. It lasted maybe a few seconds. The bells I have hanging on the balcony didn't even ring.
Mike just told me that it was a 5 on the Richter scale.
I'm sure that this weird joy/fear thing will pass, and quakes will just be one of those annoying things, like the yutzes who don't signal when making a turn, but for now, it's pretty damn exciting!
9.2.00, 10:12pm
Today has been a long, lonely, aggravating day. I feel as if it's been a total waste. The only thing I accomplished was finishing the corset, and there really was no point in that, since it'll be about a month before I get a chance to wear it.
I am, as usual, feeling rather put-upon in my relationship, and while I could have gone out to dinner with everyone, I was sort of an afterthought, and I wouldn't have had anything to add to conversation anyhow. Let me tell you.. it does wonders for one's self-image.
I'm trying to decide which is my bigger sin: being stupid in matters other than my frivolous costume and history fixation, or being fat and frumpy.
9.2.00, 3:43pm
Finished that 18th cent. corset. It looks GOOD. I wish I has somewhere to wear it.
9.1.00, 4:56pm
I wish I was the kind of person who could get away with a prima-donna psychodrama. I really want to start one right now.
9.1.00, 4:11pm
I must be invisible again. It's not that I need gobs of attention, but a *little* would be nice.. sort of a "hi! I'm glad you exist," sort of thing.
Of course, this doesn't make for a partucularly good mood. I'm more resigned than usual, though. If I time this right, I can get rid of a lot of this feeling by pounding grommets.
Perhaps I'll just go out and spend too much money. That's always good for a mood lift. Besides, there are some things I missed last night at the fabric store.
9.1.00, 6:55am
Ooohh!
I just saw the circus train! Cool!
9.1.00, 6:16am
If I'd left my house two minutes earlier, I'd have made the train. *sigh*
Which means, of course, that someone else is going to have to take up the slack.
Oh, weird. Someone just asked if the girl next to me could watch his bike for a minute; she said no. I know she's just sitting and waiting for the train, not going anywhere. Why would you deny a request like that? How bizarre.
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