Monday, January 31, 2005

mid-afternoon

Grumble, Grumble, Stupid, Grumble, Grumble

So, I leave the house especially to get to the bank before 4p, so my deposit will count for today.  Sure enough, the ATM “mechanics” are in the drive-thru working on it.  Figures.  But whatever, I’m not opposed to a little exercise, so I park the car (even a little extra far away because the place is a zoo), get out and actually walk to their other ATM.  Gah, the screen is blank.  It is now 3:55p and people are streaming like ants into the bank because of the broken ATMs, so there’s no point in me going in and waiting in line when I can just make the deposit tomorrow.  But geez, I left the house ONLY to go to the bank.  Instead, I guess I ended up taking the long way to Starbucks.

While on Tropical Parkway (don’t you just love how in the middle of the desert, we get “Tropical” Pwy, as if…), I was behind a silver/grey Saturn Vue with a bumper sticker that said, ” DEFEND AMERICA, Defeat Bush” and it cheered me.  I still have my “48 Nobel Prize Winning Scientists Agree…John Kerry, the Clear Choice for President” sticker on my car.  I really despise bumper stickers and it’s the first one I’ve ever put on any car I’ve owned in the 24 years I’ve been driving.  I’ve been putting off removing it, but perhaps it’s time.  We got a Maple Leafs sticker in the mail today—maybe I’ll just swap ‘em out.  I was never crazy about John Kerry, although he impressed me in the debates.  Then again, a small child could’ve beaten Bush in a debate.  I digress, a sticker, do I want another sticker on my car?

lunch time

Idiot of the Day - Simon Cowell

“I’d make it compulsory for every women over 40.”—British music mogul Simon Cowell on plastic surgery.

Okay, yeah, this is kind of old, being a quote from last year and all, but it just appeared in the Las Vegas Review Journal today.  We’re right on top of the news, we are.  Anyway, no man with man-boobs ought to be talking about anyone requiring plastic surgery.  At least no man, outside the comfort of his own home, where one should be able to express their not-so-nice comments…even if they possess a pair o’ man-boobs.

the wee hours

A teeny measure of success for me - Big success for Justin

Article about Justin Nevins - Cryptex Designer

It’s so strange for me to see three different articles in one week about three different people I know, in various ways.  One was my brother, one was Justin, and another was someone who writes a blog I read.  The article about Justin is really well-written and interesting.  What’s nice is that I did his Cryptex site.  Or should I say, redid it?  His original site was so ugly that I felt it was my duty, even though I’d never done a whole site before, to make sure his site looked better.  His work is so gorgeous and amazing that the original took something away from it.  I’m proud of my wee little site, even though it’s nothing amazing.  It’s functional and it shows off his work.  My job is done.  Of course, when he’s really really rich, I expect him to throw me some pocket change, or lint, or something.  Or maybe to even wave hello.  Got that, Justin?  When you’re at the Academy Awards on the red carpet, wink or something.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

mid-afternoon

Acronyms, Shmackronyms

I worked long and hard; okay, I worked for at least an hour thinking up acronyms and I think I was rejected out of hand.  Hey, *I* thought they were good.

Today, the girlie saved a big ol’ spider.  Captured it on the stairs in a glass, then returned it to the wild.  The wild being, the rocks across the street.  I hate spiders, especially very very large ones.

Today, I think an online friend might be disappearing.  Okay, maybe “friend” isn’t the right word.  Acquaintance?  Dude that I like to read, who happens to generally be a stranger?  Anyway, that’s one of the things I dislike about the online world—people can disappear at will.  Sure, I’ve done the same thing on certain boards, but I think the people who would miss me knew where I was, so it wasn’t the same.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

late evening

I’m on hold until I come up with a $500 acronym

Idiots (of the Day) will have to behave themselves while I attempt to be creative.  Wish me luck!