Monday, February 07, 2005

lunch time

Refinancing - C’mon Over, Watch Me Tear My Hair Out

Ugh, is there anything worse than financial paperwork?  I want to scream & weep.  Why won’t they take my word for it?  I swear, I make a ton of money.  My house is worth a ton of money.  My sanity is worth less and less, as every day of this process passes.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

early afternoon

Help Me - I’m Addicted To “Mommy” Blogs

I’m gay.  I don’t have any kids.  I rarely see any little kids (sorry Bryce, I’ve been a bad lesbian neighbor/aunt), yet almost all the blogs I read regularly are Mommy Blogs.  Sure, they’re the raunchy, cynical and angry ones, but they’re also funny.  And sweet, in a “I’m so glad that kid’s yours, even though s/he is cute, because I want to use the bathroom alone and I want to be the stranger that looks at you in horror when your child is having a temper tantrum at the grocery store” way.  All of my nieces & nephews are now teenagers, so they rarely do anything utterly cute.  Sure, I marvel at how they’re growing up so quickly and how smart & funny they are, but when they get in trouble, it isn’t cute anymore.

(to be cont. - must go grocery shopping, now)

Oh, and AdSense, while I’m gone, please figure what my content is and quit giving me ads on grief counseling and flowers.  I’m feeling a little angry these days, but I swear I’m not going to kill anyone, and then send flowers.
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I’m back.  As I was stating up there ^, I’m a lesbian.  But at the grocery store tonight (Vons in Centennial Hills), there was a dreamy guy shopping, alone.  He looked like a combination of my cute next door neighbor (picture a white Derek Jeter) and Luka from ER.  Be still my little lesbian heart.

Back to “Mommy” blogs.  Perhaps I need to broaden my horizons, check out some single people.  Oh wait a second, I’ve checked a couple of the miscarriage bloggers, and go figure, they’re funny, a lot of the time.  I guess it’s like comedians—hardship oftens brings out the funny. 

Ugh, pain has mostly been something that’s occasionally annoying since the Carpal Tunnel/Thoracic Outlet Syndrome of the early aughts.  I now realize why the pain has been diminished.  I haven’t tried lots of typing and coding and fiddling online.  My forearms are now killing me, my elbows are burning, my fingers numbing.  Crap, I really am 34% or whatever % they said, disabled.  It’s kind of depressing.  I’ve been enjoying the writing, even if no one is reading.  It’s time to see if my custom-made (I so rock) wrist braces will help.  I never thought I’d have to wear them again, even if they are the slickest looking braces around, in Maple Leaf blue—made even before I liked the Leafs.  Hmmm.

Monday, January 31, 2005

late at night

New title image, oh yeah, yeah, yeah

In my head, I hear, ”I made this!”

You probably just think, “Ow, my eyes, my eyes, I’m blinded by the color and the patterns.” Well, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.  I mostly like it.  It was only a second draft and I don’t hate it, so that’s something.  Oh, and I’m really not all that ready for questions or advice right now, as the Ask Flippy page hasn’t been set up yet.  But, if you can’t wait, you can write to me at AskFlippy AT this domain dot com.  I promise to try to help and you promise that you take this as entertainment value only.  I will not be responsible for you getting your tongue stuck on poles, your bf/gf breaking up with you, the meth you bought in the alley from the dealer.  Got it?  Your life is your responsibility, I’m just here to help, whether I do so or not.  Oh, and I promise not to use your name/email address, unless you’re an abusive jerk.  Then, all bets are off.

lunch time

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?

Sunday, January 30, 2005

late evening

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.