today is going to suck pretty hard, i can tell already. chances of me getting much done? slim. chances of me falling off the chair, sideways, onto the beanbag chair on the floor of my cube? significant. currently, i am killing the last five minutes i have until another meeting. it’s my only other meeting this morning. i started off the day with one at 7:30. there is a good chance i will come down with food poisoning at this next meeting. a 24 hour case of food poisoning. tragic really. it took 72 hours to manifest, but bad potato salad from a forth of july picnic finally caught up with me.
over at the brain, sarah posted a link to micah wright’s remixed war propaganda. it’s a pretty great book. you should check it out. this is my favorite one.

further exciting news about my trip to new york. exciting for me. and psm louise, it turns out. one of my very most favorite authors, janet evanovich, is going to be there, doing a reading and signing from the new stephanie plum book “to the nines” which comes out on the 15th! she’s not coming anywhere near seattle, so i think it’s a pretty wicked coincidence that she’s going to be in new york city at the same time i am. wheee! that rules. yes i am going. the 2nd shift at the expo ends at 6, and the reading it at 7.
fee says its ok that i am going to a book signing, while in new york. out of all the things to do, i chose to do that. because, she said, that’s the great thing about new york…whatever you are into, it’s going on. and if it’s books for me, than that’s just fine.
it’s very very quiet today, here at work. it’s the day before a holiday weekend. the majority of people took today off. those who did not, are leaving in bits and drabs, earlier than usual. i’m holding out until 4. i’m trying.
that’s all i got. i told you, it’s a good thing i’m going somewhere, so i will have something to write about. i will tell you this, coworker sparkie and i are going to quit our jobs and looking for saddam. i figure i’ve got a better chance of finding him, than winning the lottery.

bonjour, mes petits amis d’Internet!
i have good news! something that may mean i will actually have something worth writing about. the powers that be, here at work, are sending me to the macworld expo in new york city! i’ve resisted going to any trade shows, always saying that i was holding out for a macworld. but we stopped going to the one in nyc a few years ago. that left SF in january. i went to macworld in SF, but as myself. because i am THAT much of a geek. but i guess we’re back in the NY show! because i’m going!! i’m going to be surrounded by yummy mac goodness!
i’ve never been to new york. ever ever. i’ve never worked a trade show, for that matter. and the powers that be always put you up some place really really nice. i don’t know where i am staying yet, haven’t received any details. i guess this means i’ll get a cool trade show shirt. the last time i saw our booth, a couple years ago, they were wearing all black. but it does change. i’ve seen different types of trade show booth shirts since then.
this all happens in a week and a half. the week of the 14th thru the 18th. psm louise is going with me. i’m glad she is, because she’s fun. you typically work 4 hours a day, and then the rest of the time is yours. for mischeif and mayhem! both!

All hail katherine hepburn.. who passed away today. she kicked ass.
either my mac is running extremely slow, or i am running in hyper-speed. it’s painful to work right now. and everything i do seems to crash some program. i should just go home. update: i am running in hyperspeed, i just lost an hour between 3:40 and 4:45. completely lost it.
i have nothing too exciting to tell you that isn’t all personal shit about my family. should i tell you anyway? first, and this one isn’t all that privatey, my grandma fell and broke her hip. she was actually at the dr’s office when it happened, which is good. she’s 88. recently my stepmom and my uncle have been discussing the fact that my grandparents are getting to the point in which they are going to need full on assisted living. i think my granddad is 89… he’s in real bad shape, barely mobile. and c-r-a-n-k-y. grandma was still mobile, but she had to pull an oxygen tank along with her… emphysema. they live in a somewhat assisted living apartment. there is a dining room in which the eat, but they live in an apartment. faye and uncle jerry were holding off, because it would break grandma’s heart to have to give up the rest of her stuff. but they may not have a choice now. poor grandma. poor granddad. they’ve got to be sick of this crap.
even tho i am the one who is losing time, someone else in my family has checked themselves into treatment… again. which is funny because a year or two ago he was insisting that we were the ones who had a problem with his drinking, not him. he’s been in treatment before. this time, he’s going a different route. no 12 stepping, it uses “counter conditioning therapy.” it’s the shick shadel hospital
and, yes… lisa… syphillus IS funny!

i am so happy for all the gay texans everywhere.. i know they’ve been looking forward to having anal sex for a long time! i bet they were jealous of all the other gays, who were allowed to have butt fun.
some guy was playing cello outside of the university bookstore, on the sidewalk. now see, if i had only practiced my cello, and gotten good at it, i could be doing that for more money. i don’t think that the French Folk song is going to garner me much cash.
* i think that’s the 2nd xander quote this week. yay, xander!

i love the tick.
so i’m in an emotional pickle. we are hiring a new person for my team. finally! but a lot of people i know are applying. and there are two of them that i really want to have it. but i can’t have it both ways. i won’t even tell you if i want one of them more than the other, because that doesn’t matter. i want it all. there are a lot FEELINGS involved. i know who would be more disappointed not to get it, and i know who has been dreaming of working here for years. i know who is unemployed, and who is working. i’ve worked with both of them, so i know the personalities and how i get along with them. regardless, i am not involved in the hiring process. for this very reason. which is probably a good thing, as i cannot be objective. and i have no idea who will get it, and nobody will tell me anything. i will say this, if one of those two people do NOT get it, well then i will be pissed off!
when we get a new person, they will probably fill the last cube in this pod, currently a resource cube. and our pod will be full. and LOUD, i imagine. it’s already LOUD. [lloyd is over there talking right now, as i type. blah blah blah blah. 🙂 ]

i meant to show you this earlier… it’s sorta fun. and soothing.
i don’t have much to say. i went to the fremont fair on sunday, in the hopes that something exciting would happen, so i could tell you about it. but no. i was approached by petition whores a lot. but since i am not a registered voter of the city of seattle, they didn’t need me. i was approached so many times, i started trying to come up with different ways to tell them i was of no use. i eventually worked my way to saying “i am not from your city” in a russian accent, as i walked away.
i didn’t see any nekkid people, because i went on sunday. and even the fremont fair people know you can’t run around nekkid on sunday. because of god. not that the fremont fair people would care about God, in the conservative judeu-christian manner, after all, it’s a solstice celebration. but the fair has really gotten yuppy. i was disappointed to find that the majority of things i liked, in the way of jewelry, was too expensive for me! everything was soooo expensive! and yes, people still complain about the nekkid people in the parade. i think those people do not belong at the fremont fair. i hate those people. they belong at the puyallup fair.

i found this article taped above the water bubbler this morning. while i was refilling my water bottle. they now they say it’s unsafe to reuse them. i’m using a cancer ridden water bottle. say it could have FECAL COLIFORMS!! anything with the word fecal is bad, you know. but then i got to thinking. this is a plot. i know it is. because how cheap is it to buy a gallon of drinking water from the grocery store… like 50 cents or something. then you can just reuse your water bottles, filling them up from the gallon jug. but you see, that would SAVE YOU MONEY. and they, the man, hate it when you save your money. much better to scare you into spending 20 times that on new bottles of water. bastards. all the bottled water people got together and put the squeeze on canada, until they released this report.
my little brother is in sacramento, protesting at the WTO. he’s such a little punk! i’d say he was an anarchist, but i’m not sure if he considers himself one. he’s vegan. does that count? he’s on a road trip, and he’s supposed to make it up here to see me. in a car full of punks. they are crashing with other punks along the way. i guess punks are real accommodating.
btw, how cool is it that sacramento’s newspaper is called the Sacramento Bee? they call it the sacbee i’d love to change the seattle times and/or post intelligencer to The Bee. probably the times, since we already call the post intelligencer the P.I. then we’d have the seabee. Yeah!!

canada is all about the love.
while southern baptists are delusional and sad. and blessed by the president of the united states.
i feel shame.

molly sent me this link to a creepy ebay auction. you have to read the entire description/story. stuff like this is what the internet was made for, kids!
“… I would destroy this thing in a second, except I really don’t have any understanding of what I may or may not be dealing with. I am afraid (and I do mean afraid) that if I destroy the cabinet, whatever it is that seems to have come with the cabinet may just stay here with me. I have been told that there are people who shop on EBAY that understand these kinds of things and specifically look for these kinds of items. If you are one of these people, please, please buy this cabinet and do whatever you do with a thing like this. Help me…”
it’s been sold. molly and i are dying to find out what happens. surely the buyer will keep the world wide web apprised of the situation. so many people have emailed the seller, according to the auction site… so there must be interest in the object. which was called a dibbuk box.
supernatural crap rules!