today was a pretty good day. i had brunch, which i love. i got presents, which i also love, and my mom made me a peach pie. yet another thing i love. but ti’s 7pm, and i am still full from all the norwegian pancakes i ate.
so i was playing around online. and long story short, i came to a blog written by another jodi. and i found it very entertaining and honest, and she had lots of people who obviously enjoyed her blog, because she had lots of comments. i thought i might post a link to her blog on mine. that gave me an idea. maybe i should post a list of links, to blogs by other jodis. so i did a search, and i found another one, by a jodi in new york city. i spent some time reading her blog. and just like you’d expect, she’s witty and funny and smart and sarcastic and opinionated. she’s very jodi.
here’s the problem. i don’t like her. i mean, she all those things listed above, and her blog is very entertaining. but i really don’t like her. or, to be more precise, i don’t like the person that is represented on her blog. which i have been instructed to call her “site” as she hates the word blog. [not me personally, anyone referring to her blog is to do so]. i think she’s… snobby. and kind of mean. and sometimes that comes across as funny, and sometimes it comes across as arrogant. and again, snobby. i was very conflicted by this. she’s talented, funny, smart, witty… and yet, i don’t like her. wouldn’t want to meet her. i’m disappointed. and while i think i’ll continue to occasionally read her blog, i’m not going to link to it. i had it all set up, it was actually up and posted, under Other Jodiblogs. until i read the part about not calling it a blog. and that was the final straw. because i had a picture in my miind of the blogjodi getting mad at me for calling it a blog. and ignoring the fact i thought highly enough of it to list it, along with dr. frank and wil wheaton. so.. i can’t link it. i don’t like her. i admire her talent, but that’s not enough. she, too, has lots of admirers, although at some point, the option to comment disappeared on her blog. and i couldn’t help but think that she just couldn’t be bothered. a flat out assumption on my part, but i only have what she writes to form impressions of her. i don’t know… i feel bad for not liking her, you know? can someone explain that to me?
however, there is another jodi, the first one i mentioned. and if you want to check out her blog, you can do so here. ithe other jodi? feh, go find her yourself.
Monthly Archives: October 2003
Don’t worry, I’m not who I used to be. I’ve had extensive therapy. I realize that I have been using food as a substitute for love and I have the books to prove it
so high tea? ROCKS!! everyone go out and have high tea right now. i’ve discovered i like tea. good tea. with milk. i’d never had tea with milk. well, except for oregon chai. which is pretty damn good stuff. in of itself. but i had a chai tea brewed loose, with milk. and wee bit of sugar. so good. i had lots of it. lots and lots and lots. pots and pots. and little chicken salad sandwiches with no crusts. and tiny lemon tarts. and chocolate cake. and scones. and sorbet. and shortbread. and fresh fruit. so much little food. and soooo much lovely caffeine. delightful. i even had my own little bowl of real whipped cream. and butter. we decided that the ladies’ high tea club is going to have to meet quarterly. on bonus paycheck day. should we warrant our bonuses that quarter.
this weekend is northwest bookfest and fee and ellie… you will be jealous. big scrabble to-do. you get to challenge a seattle scrabble club champion… or something. whoo-eeee… scrabble. anyway, i might try to hit it on saturday.
we had a big storm last night, wind and rain. lots of flooding and fallen trees guess a lot people lost power, but i did not. and one guy died, stepping on a downed power line. he thought it was a flare and asked his friend to stop the van, he got out to stomp on it, put it out, and died instantly. probably not a bad way to die, except that it’s very sad he died in the first place. his poor friend must have freaked.
that’s all i have today. i’ve got a huge headache. i’d really like someone to cut off my head please. i was hoping lots and lots of caffeine would help. sadly, no. but it did give me the jitters. which is fun.
My peeps are on the frits.
well, i did see something kinda fun this morning, on my way to work. i saw the peeps fun bus!!! yes! i know! just seeing it was so much fun. even tho i just passed it on the freeway, it really changed my entire outlook for the day. i don’t know where the peeps fun bus was headed. east on 520, i know that much. maybe some lucky elementary school was going to get a visit. it should go visit my uncle jim and aunt vickie. my uncle loves peeps. and my aunt once tried to make them for scratch. they ended up looking like pink piles of dog poop. we called ’em “poops” instead of “peeps.” of course.
i took pictures of the sushi going around on the conveyor belt, but i cannot find the cord that connects my digital camera to my computer. it’s bumming me out seriously. the sushi plates had little clear plastic tops on, so i couldn’t poke my finger into them as they went by. additionally, we were in a booth, and i was not sitting adjacent, directly, to the shushi.
i will find that cord and get a picture up for you. it’s too cute. plus, i want to take pictures of the Ladies High Tea and Tiara party tomorrow. i know you are DYING to see it, dear internet friends.
nuclear physicist monkey with atom. 2003.
Well, you should see what happens when you mention my name at The Rug Barn. You get a glass of cold mint tea and a rough kiss from a guy named Misha.
i’m sort of annoyed. bored, in a way. i have not seen anything interesting in many days. no impatient senior citizens, pushing people into crosswalks, no screaming insane men, spraying the inside of garment bags and yelling at people, nobody walking down the street in a planet of the apes mask. i haven’t even had to admonish any fellow consumers, who were being unnecessarily rude to retail clerks. and that’s my favorite hobby! i had to nearly swallow a bug, just to liven things up! sad. the satus quo is boring.
i’m going to lunch with my fellow teammates. we are going to some new sushi place that has food going around on a conveyor belt. you take what you want. thing is, i don’t want anything, because i don’t like sushi. i’m hoping for some teriyaki. there’d better be some teriyaki, or i am going to pout. or, i’m just going to start messing with things, as they go by!! yeah, that’s what i’ll do. i will touch each and every piece of sushi that moves past me. i’ll let you know how it goes.
oh, but this is cute. on friday, the ladies of the dept are having the first official High Teas and Tiaras outing. we are going to the queen mary’s tea room. the reason for the tiara part? they give you tiaras to wear. like i don’t do THAT everyday. this whole idea was evildeb’s. she is a cruise director. when she left my team for a while, i really missed that. and i had to start doing it. but she’s back. so i can relax. anyway, we’ve actually found numerous places to have high tea, including a scottish place nearby. so we are hoping to make this a regular thing. now if the boys want to have their own outing, they can. but they will never get it together enough to plan it. maybe they could just all walk across the street together. and go to the auto parts store.
Then get over it. I mean that in a sensitive way.
yesterday i received an email from someone in a yahoo group i belong to, accusing me of nefarious activities such as driving some members away, and stealing others for my own personal agenda. and it really really shocked me, the animosity of it. not to mention, just the fact that someone thought i was doing these things. i was just as sorry to see the departing member leave as anyone else. and i’d be very sorry if i had anything to do with it. but i honestly don’t think my off topic agenda could be the sole cause of it. i don’t know… maybe i was the straw that broke the camel’s back. but my intentions were innocent. i was merely sharing something i thought would be of interest to others. the details aren’t important, the fact is… the email shocked me and made me feel rotten. and a little bit like i was in jr. high. i did answer back. i probably should have ignored it. but that need to defend oneself reared up… and i replied. and it didn’t make me feel any better.
the reason this is interesting to me, besides the fact it’s about ME for pete’s sake, is that i am currently reading a book called “Entre nous : a woman’s guide to finding her inner French girl.” i saw this book months ago in barnes and noble. and it kind of made me laugh. and it intrigued me. so i put it on my hold list at the library. and i just got it the other day. it was a very very popular book. now see, from what i’ve read so far… a french girl would have laughed “haHA” and that email, and gone about her business. because she is not overly concerned with other people’s opinions. she is concerned with being herself. she would not have replied, but she would have said, “Vous Ítes une petite anomalie. Ne me tracassez pas avec vos avis” and drawn a bubble bath. i got the bubble bath part right. i just need to remember the “you are a little bug. do not bother me with your opinions” part.
but in actuality, i’m scottish, irish, swedish and norwegian. and i’m more apt to go verbal romper stomper on her ass. but i didn’t. i was calm. because i’m also DUTCH!
Chef Monkey with Berry Pie. 2003.
if this isn’t a hint to get outside for a while…
i don’t know what is.
i often listen to movie scores at work. i can have my headphones on, and block out distractions, but it doesn’t distract me from whatever i am researching. so, i just said i am in a crappy mood, right? i put on my headphones, and what is the live365 movie score station playing at this exact moment? schinlier’s list. now, if you are in a blue mood, do NOT listen to this movie score. it’s not going to help. i need something like… the score to superman.
oy!
Oh, cut the bleeding heart crap, will ya? We’ve all got our switches, lights, and knobs to deal with, Striker.
i’m in a pretty crappy mood. i’m trying to snap out of it, but i’m not having much success. i will say, i felt pretty happy when i put on my new coat this morning. it’s not really gortex, cuz those coats are really expensive. it’s not for the snow, it’s for everyday misty seattle winter crap. but i like it. yesterday was a very blustery day, which i enjoyed, the likes kept flickering and i am sure there are fallen tree branches everywhere this morning. but i tried on my new coat and it was THE PERFECT COAT for the day. so it was a good choice.
however, even the perfect coat cannot improve my mood. i had a bad writing weekend. and it put pinpricks in my fragile faith balloon. and it’s not even november 1st. maybe i’m trying too hard. maybe because each of the three things i tried were not in my voice. [outline, synopsis, and jacket blurb] i don’t know. i’ll pass on the actual outline. it’s in my head. so is the synopsis, btw. it was an excellent little synopsis. but it won’t come out of my brain. and i think i am having the same trouble with the blurb as i do with my technical/professional writing. the minute i try to write with someone else’s style guide, i freeze up. it’s no wonder i spent more of my time working on web projects and drawing monkeys.
speaking of web projects, there is a new, updated, list of ¸berblogs over to the left. i’ve added kam, who has yet to name her blog. she is out of town, but i expect great things from her. and lonnie, who, like the super genius he is, has already posted to it. that’s why we love lonnie. also, i’ve added wicked’s blog under ¯therblog’s. wicked is part of my nanowrimo writing group, SGNMFOS. which, again, i’ll explain what that stands for, when i complete the graphic. anyway, we had a nice time chatting on saturday evening. mostly about me, and stuff i’ve done. wheeee!
i think i’m going to need macaroni and cheese from whole foods hot food dept. for lunch. it’s that kind of day. and a jamba juice.
see ya!
Do you have to have special clothes to feel special? I just put on a clean pair of underwear and I feel great!
mmmm… every single item of clothing i am wearing is straight from the laundry basket. smelling all fresh and laundrified.
last night i tried to write a summary of my story. an informal synopsis. i had it all in my head, i was thinking it out, as if i were causually telling someone what it was about as i drove around town running errands. but when i tried to write it out, it didn’t come out well. which made me start to doubt my ability to even write the story. if i am just editorializing a casual synopsis, what am i going to do when i am trying to write the actual story?
well, i’m taking a break from it today, at least until this evening. i’m taking lola to the car wash, and then i am meeting my mom, pattie, at REI. she’s going to buy me a birthday present!! and it’s not even my birthday. yet. ok. it’s in a week. she wanted to buy me dressy clothes. but i told her… i don’t really need any dressy clothes. i do not have a dressy life, currently. and i do not have anything coming up. no dressy xmas party that i know of. no wedding, until hers, and that’s at the end of May. nothing. what i really need, is a new gortex jacket. a seattle staple. we bought mine when i first moved back… 15 and a half years ago. it still works. but it lacks warmth features and fits funny. so we are meeting at REI. she has a coupon. 20% off. everybody wins!!
wicked, a member of my nanowrimo writing group, suggested we write the jacket blurb to our stories. i think i am going to try that when i get back. not so sure how much i am going to outline. maybe a really really really skeletal one? i know, maybe i’ll write major plot points on index cards. and then i will take the index cards and arrange them on a tack board. just kidding. or maybe not. that’s sort of a good idea. hmmmm……
oh now i feel BAD!!
someone was mean to me. and tried to hurt my feelings. luckily… i’m more concerned with my own amusement, than the opinion of others, huh? but, we all know what happens to masturbators, mental or otherwise.
go away, monkey
damn stupid clip art cds are at work. now i have to go all the way down to work to get them. all the way being about 12 minutes, since it’s not weekday rush hour. but that is not the point.
i’ve got fee’s political board up. i’ll let her announce it when she’s ready. but when she does, you have to go look at her adorable, but knowledgable potato. she made it herself. all this smart talk had better not take her away from the ‘brain, however. i can shut her down, if her priorities slip.
did two loads of laundry, and bought some little bitty xmas lights, at target, for the fake tree behind my desk. inspirational muse attracting mood lighting. it’s frickin’ freezing in my apartment. i had not realized the back door was all the way open. i thought it was only cracked. it’s cold outside!! so the space heater is pointed at me right now. you know it’s cold when i break out the space heater.
since i’m cold… and out of dr. pepper… now is as good a time as any to go get those clip art cd’s. cuz lola has leather butt warmers, you know.