Monthly Archive: April 2005

Apr 30

Protected: Bad Bad Friday

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Apr 29

5 Questions

from mckenzee
1. Dessert?
2. Do you have any allergies?
Only two: the indoors and the outdoors (dust, pollen, dander)
3. If we met and I had a limp, moist handshake, would you be disturbed?
Though I am ashamed to admit it, probably yes. I am sure I’d get over it, though!
4. A man in a fedora is standing in the rain, struggling to light a cigarette. What music is playing?
You know I am getting completely stuck on this one…the radio in my head is *very* loud and quite insistent, and since “Whenever You’re Away from Me” from Xanadu (which I saw at the Carolina Theatre last weekend) is currently stuck in it, that’s what’s playing. At least it’s the right era in style (late 40’s-early 50’s), if not in tone (too chipper).
5. Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful?
Pretty sure there’s a movie reference here I’m missing, but I’ll take a stab anyway… I am experienced. I have been experienced. I’m beautiful (in my own way, or at least that’s what Ray Stevens says), and have perhaps been…erm, elevated. :-)

And now you comment to this post and i will ask you five burning questions. You then post the questions and answers in your journal so everyone can learn a bit more about you too.  (Yes, we’ve played this one before, but this time I’m having a rainy Friday.)

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Apr 24

Stupid way to injure yourself, #112

  1. paint your nails occasionally
  2. sometime, when you think of it, forget to tighten lid on a bottle of nailpolish
  3. set said nailpolish bottle on your bedside table
  4. knock it over
  5. discover it several days later
  6. bemoan the slow leak which has become a puddle, affixing your bottle to the tabletop
  7. pry the sucker off, using a screwdriver
  8. bemoan the fact that you took some of the nightstand varnish with the bottle
  9. use the nailpolish to refinish the bit of the nightstand you just de-varnished (well, it’s not like it was a *nice* nightstand)
  10. return nailpolish to its rightful home (the spiceracks on the closet wall where all the nailpolishes live…clever, eh?)
  11. forget
  12. for a long time
  13. decide, on the spur of the moment, that you need to paint your nails (heck, you’re going out to see Xanadu…now that’s a nailpolish-worthy occasion)
  14. try three bottles of nailpolish whose caps are thoroughly stuck on (it has been a while since you’ve painted your nails, hasn’t it?)
  15. think about using your teeth to open one of the stuck ones
  16. think about the three crowns you already have and decide that’s a bad idea (for once!)
  17. find a bottle of nailpolish whose cap seems to be willing to turn, if somewhat reluctantly
  18. rejoice
  19. grab the bottle in one hand and the cap in the other and tttwwwwwwiiiiiiiissssssttttt
  20. OW!!!
  21. look down at thumb
  22. notice the blood
  23. realize that there’s a knife-like shard of dried nailpolish stuck to the side of the bottle that you just dragged your thumb across
  24. wonder why there’s this flat, sharp nailpolish blob on the bottle

25. remember the nightstand
26. find the liquid bandage
27. sigh

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Apr 22

paYpal alternative (edited from when it looked like I was promoting an alternative to new Pope)

There’s a new kid in town (as far as on line payment systems go)…

The key reason to sign up (AFAIK) is that you get $25 in your account for preregistering and (in a classic case of community networking) you get $5 for every person who signs up using your referral code.

Here’s my Green Zap referral page.

Not much to lose it seems to me…

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Apr 21

tee hee

funny is as funny does

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Apr 19

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If it were me, I’d have been Pope George Ringo III.


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Apr 18

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In the World Of NotFun category: tonight I’m writing my Grumps’ obituary. No, he’s not dead yet (please no Monty Python jokes), but my mother and aunt wanted to be prepared. As the holder of the advanced degree in Journalism, that makes it my job.

(I know it makes sense to be prepared, and I know that the last thing I probably want to be doing when the time comes is frantically drafting an obituary. Still, it’s making me cranky.)

ETA: I am honored to be doing this. It’s just thinking about Grumps not being around that’s making me not-happy.

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