Sunday, January 30, 2005

lunch time

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

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!

Friday, January 28, 2005

evening

Arrrghh, I Missed the Bag o’ Crap again

The only night in weeks where I haven’t checked Woot, it’s the infamous bag o’ crap night.  That’s two craps in a row that I’ve missed, under the same mysterious circumstances.  You don’t think they’re watching me, do you?  “We have a GO, Flippy is otherwise occupied, send out the Wooty Crap.” If you think I’m nuts talking about a bag o’ crap, just go to Woot, you’ll understand.  I may be nuts, but it has nothing to do with a bag o’ crap.

Normally, I’m not so much for the red meat.  Some people love steak, I love sushi.  But tonight, we (the girlie and I - must think of what to call her here) needed Double (yeah, DOUBLE) Bacon Cheeseburgers.  And fries.  It was...great.  I won’t need another burger for months probably, but this cheapo burger from Del Taco was worth every penny tonight.  Even Derek, the pesty cat, thought it was tasty enough for finger nibbling.  In doing so, I discovered that he has one sharp tooth on the left side of his mouth.  You might think that odd, me not knowing about his sharp tooth, but we’ve only had him for less than two weeks.

Today, I came out of the blog closet.  Even though I’m in a state of flux here, I thought it was time I actually told people I was doing this.  Since I’m not calling any of them “Idiot of the Day”, I felt sure it was safe.  I often wonder how people feel safe enough to use their full real names.  I have thousands of posts on probably a dozen message boards where most people know my real name, yet here, it feels too personal somehow.  I suppose it’s psychologically like writing, “Dear Diary...” to millions (I have excellent readership fantasies) of people.  Maybe it’s the difference between standing up and making a speech in class or just talking to the kid next to you.  I always hated speeches.  I still hold a grudge from my eleventh grade English class, when I had to do an oral poetry report on Ogden Nash.  Ogden Nash, he rocked.  But for the reports, students graded other students.  The teacher graded us as well, but I think most of us looked to our peers to be more gentle.  Well, I hate standing up in front of a group of people (I took Spanish in college, so I wouldn’t have to take Speech) and talking, so this took great effort on my part.  I was nervous, but I had the whole deal memorized.  The teacher gave me a B+ or something like that, but one evil bitch in my class gave me a C.  She ripped my report apart.  I digress.  I don’t like public speaking, and there you have it.  Oh, and whenever I think about Theresa G, I think bad thoughts.

Hi, my name is Flippy.  I hold a grudge.  Really, pretty much forever.  It’s probably not a part of my charm, but what can you do?  Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but I think it’s genetic and I get it from my mom.  She’ll totally deny it, but it’s so true.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

lunch time

Ewww, I Touched a Worm

What is it about dogs and their need to rub their face into gross things outside?  My perfectly clean pup found a worm (worms give me the willies, even though my girlie will rescue them after the rain) and started rubbing her face in it.  I had to (ick) take it off her face.  It was dead, but I threw it in a puddle and maybe it’ll reconstitute itself or something.  Maybe it’ll become something useful, like a landscaped yard with grass.  A girl can dream…

This is the cute face that had a WORM on it. 

Here’s my rant for the day—single roll toilet paper.  Why?  I feel as though I’m spending all of my time changing rolls, instead of reading Entertainment Weekly.  Must remember, never ever buy single rolls again, even if they’re on sale.  Cottonelle Double Rolls, a must in every bathroom.  And not those super thick ones either, unless you only want to use just one square.

A pet peeve—not being able to edit comments in someone else’s blog.  I have typo issues.  I can’t help it.  It makes me cringe in shame to see the typos hang around for all of eternity with my name attached to them.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

late evening

Still Figuring Things Out Here

I can’t decide how personal I want to make this site.  It’s clearly become political, even though that wasn’t particularly my intention.  I guess I’d have to have my head in the sand to not feel one way or the other about who’s in office.  I was thinking that I was going to chat mildly about The Amazing Race, my love of TiVo, how the Starbucks employees cheer me, even if they do work at a “chain”, our lousy weather the past year, why 40 is just a number.  A kinda big number.

I figured I’d write about the cute things the pets did (hey, I don’t have a baby, so I can’t write about li’l Flippy Jr.’s first uttering of “Mom"), the annoying things they did, the outrageous amounts of money they cost at the vet, etc.

Since I don’t have any readers yet, it’s not something I need to overly worry about.  But I do, Blanche, I do.  I have all these ideas, yet they keep getting stuck in my head.  Stuck, stuck, stuck.