Monthly Archives: May 2005

work

When it comes to the mundane details of life maintenance, INFPs are typically completely unaware of such things.

Similar to yesterday morning, I decided to wake up at 5 am this morning and never go back to sleep. I tried, but gave up at 6:30, because that would have just made everything worse. Besides, my stepdad was home, and we decided to go have breakfast this morning. Despite the fact I swore I would never eat again, I had some fine, fluffy buttermilk pancakes this morning. Mmmmm….

Today, at work, we all took the Meyers-Briggs Personality Type Indicator thingy, which I adore. I love taking psych/personality tests, as you well know. I am an INFP. Introverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiver. Also, I’m a big freak, it would seem, because INFP’s occur in 1% of the population… I’m a unique little butterfly. A lot of people were shocked to find that I was an introvert. Because I am very extroverted at work, in the traditional sense of the word. But that’s not really what it’s about. The first time I took the test, I was an ENFP, the 2nd I was an XNFP, but this is the first time I’ve taken the test with the entire 128 questions. My scores show that I have only a slight preference for I over E. Which is probably why I do extroverted so well. But when it comes right down to it, I need a certain amount of alone time to recharge. And being around too many people for too long a time drains me.

There were two sections in which I scored way to the right, meaning that it was a strong preference, extreme maybe. And that was the Sensing vs. Intuition, and Judging vs. Perceiving. I’m way way N and I’m way way P.

And then we had pizza.

the end.

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I just want to thank everyone..

for being such nice internet friends. I’m afraid I am going to have to say goodbye now, for I am dying of baked cheese ravioli overdose, due to my dinner at Buco di Beppo’s. I had the Divine Lemon Chicken as well, but I think it was the ravioli, on top of the chicken and salad and cheesebread, that pushed me over the edge.

I love you all!

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movies and tv

Feast your eyes

This morning I thought it would be cool to wake up about 4:30 am, lie there and try to get back to sleep, fail, and then eventually go to the grocery store. So I did. Six am is an excellent time to go to the grocery store. The donuts are fresh. Nonetheless, I did not partake in any, what I really wanted was Dr. Pepper but their soda pop fountain was broken. The 2nd place I went to was closed! Despite being a 24 hour mini mart type of establishment. Finally, after my third attempt, I headed home with my Dr. Pepper, started some laundry, answered some e-mails and only then could I go back to sleep.

This afternoon, I am going to meet up with Tessa, and go to the Seattle Film Festival to see An Animated Guide to Life, various animated short films. Sponsored, I just noticed, by Apple Computer. How sweet of them! In the past, I have volunteered at the Seattle Film Festival. One summer, shortly after I volunteered, I was laid off, so I had plenty of time. It’s been a while since I’ve had anything to do with the SIFF, tho. Looking forward to getting some culture.

This is one of those blog entries that make me say… why do you write these things? Nobody cares to hear your plans for a Sunday afternoon, ya dope.

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macs

Brace yourself, I’m going to hug you.

Feeling pretty geek right about now. I went out and spent some money on an ethernet router, so that I can fulfill my G4 tower’s destiny as the mp3 server. BAMF! Now robin [that’s the mini’s name] is hooked up to the internet, and the tower is hooked up to her. Everyone has been hooked up. It’s like a giant group hug. And when I bring squishy home, there’s room for her too.

Now I am going to go watch a movie… whatever is in that mysterious red netflix envelope. Who knows!!

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50 Word Fictions

50 Word Fiction Friday Vol. VII

Hi! Welcome to Daisy Chain Round Robin Whooseywhat themed 50 word fiction Friday. This week, we’ll each add on to the previous post of 50 words, stringing together one long story. Wheeee! Thomas generously provided me with a story, however, it was 53 words! So I had to edit it. Now I am torn between giving him smooches of gratitude, or a spanking. What’s it going to be, Thomas?

Ok, let the story fun begin. I’ll write some tomorrow, as, technically, it is Thursday evening for me, and Louise is chatting me up about something. Probably something to do with Satan.

Radishes. Every day, more stinking radishes. It didn’t matter that she was the pixie protectorate of produce in Pricilla Pettigrew’s prized patch, all she knew was that if she was forced to place dewdrops on any more radishes, she would magically string them together and shove them up Pricilla’s ass.

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evildeb, work

You know, this would be more fun if you were silent.

Yesterday Tessa and M-roo went out to lunch, and invited me along. But they were going to have Thai food, and I wasn’t feeling Thai. I was, again, feeling cheeseburger. Which they agreed, sounded like a good idea for a future lunch. So I scheduled a lunch club, the Girls Who Eat Meat Lunch Club, first meeting to be at Redmill Burgers. Louise is part of the club, as well. Unfortunately, Evildeb is a vegetarian, although I might tell her about it, it seems wrong for her to belong to the Girls Who Eat Meat Lunch Club…. if she’s not going to do it. Eat meat, that is. Louise also pointed out a restaurant she’s wanted to try called the Buenos Aires Grill, in Seattle. It would appear that this a restaurant that knows it’s meat. You can get a platter of mixed meats, and they bring a grill to your table. Every review I’ve read keeps pointing out the menus are leather and their are cowhides draped on the walls. The Girls Who Eat Meat Lunch Club might have to go to dinner. They have tango dancing as well, but as Louise put it, “I don’t care about that, I’m there for the meat.”

Speaking of Evildeb, she is down in Oregon today and tomorrow, on a vendor visit. So I was very surprised to see her signed into her yahoo account this morning, when she should have been on the road. I asked her why she was online, she was supposed to be at the vendors, and she told me she was at BCC. [Bellevue Community College]. She’s been taking some classes there lately. But that’s not where she was supposed to be, so I continued to harass her. She seemed confused. Then The Man walked up and asked where Lloyd was, so we began to wonder if it was actually Lloyd at BCC, taking a class, with Evildeb’s laptop. So we continued to pester her some more, sending line after line of nonsense chat, explaining how The Man had taken her chopsticks from her desk and was doing something with them that involved his nasal cavity, how even if geese could talk they could not say the word “esophagus”… stuff like that. . Nothing… she wasn’t explaining herself and we had a meeting to go to, so we let it go.

When I got back from the meeting, I IM’d her again, and whomever answered admitted that they were not Deb, that they were at BCC and when they logged into the computer, messenger launched and logged in automatically, and they did not know how to log out. Which means that Evildeb installed Yahoo messenger on a computer in their lab and unknowingly set it up to log into her yahoo account automatically. That made me laugh. It made The Man laugh as well. Deb says she has a class on Sunday, and she will take care of it then, but I’m still thinking about how often FairlyEvilJacob IM’s her from college, during the day. Oh that poor anonymous BCC computer student! How far-reaching is Deb’s evil!!

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Somebody just mentioned pie, and it reminded me of a story.

Did I ever tell you guys about my sixth birthday? That was the year I wanted a pie thrown in my face. Because I had learned, by watching the television, that a pie in the face was the ultimate in funny. That was the upper echelon of humor. Odd how I wanted the pie in my face, instead of doing the throwing of the pie at someone else. Maybe I understood, even then, to get humor, you had to occasionally be the but of it. Of course, my mom did it. She smacked me, gently, in the face with a portion of a banana cream pie. Some of it was set aside for eating, of course. And you know what? FUNNY! Totally and completely funny! And delicious.

I wish I had pictures of it.

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books, macs, work

To clarify…

the monkee will be moving in July. I only have to make it half way through the summer and then everything will be fine. Sure, I have NIN blasting in my ears and I can still hear him, but only until July. So…. no worries everyone. It will be dealt with.

In other news, I know have a plug-in that allows me to control my iTunes from within Adobe InDesign. How cool is that? And it’s free! I love it when people make stuff like that. It makes me all giddy. If I were a puppy my tail would be wagging.

And, if you are anything like me [and I hope for your sake you are not], you are going to want to go read this interview with Bruce Campbell right away. I hope he tours for his new book “Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way.” I have such pleasant memories of his book reading/signing for “If Chins Could Kill.” And, per the instructions he wrote in my copy of the book, I have been attempting to stay groovy ever since.

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