I’ve known about this site for a month or two now, and it finally occurred to me that:
a) making use of the site for my journal’s decoration (as part of the thematic overhaul; look over to the right) might be a good idea, and…
b) linking to it for posterity could be useful, since I’m prone to forgetting and losing things.
So: Go forth and Steal These Buttons!
I’m way, way behind the curve on this one, since Mari and Lil’ did this one a while ago. But, what the heck.
“Go to Google and type in “$Name looks like” with the quotation marks (where your name = $Name), and put the top 10 things that come up.” Well, alrighty then! (My comments are in parentheses, italicized for your convenience or some-such.)
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Ah, the joys of a Google Talk account. (Which I utilize via Gaim, the same way I use the instant messaging systems of Yahoo, AIM, LiveJournal, ICQ and… ugh… Microsoft. Yes, I have a “Live Messenger” account now. It’s for work. Yay, or something.)
Of course, an IM system is useless without amusing people to chat with. I don’t have as all-encompassing of a “buddy list” as I used to, but those who remain are some quality folks, I’ll tell the world…
Lyse: Day. Not ending. Need to go. Home!
GreyDuck: I feel your pain.
Lyse: I went to the William Shatner school. Could you tell?
GreyDuck: Your. Command of. The. Technique is. Flawless.
Lyse: Excellent!
[…time passes…]
Lyse: I just realized something a few minutes ago
GreyDuck: I do that all the time.
GreyDuck: A lousy memory will do that to a person, though, since it’s often the same few somethings on infinite loop…
Lyse: Days that I wear a shirt that fits snuggly through the chestal region? Probably not the best time to go talk to some of the guys about racks.
GreyDuck: I beg to differ. I would argue that those days are the best days on which to talk to guys about racks.
Lyse: *raspberry*
GreyDuck: Thank you. Thank you veddy much.
GreyDuck: I, and my dirty mind, will be here all week.
GreyDuck: Please tip your waitstaff. Especially if they have impressive racks.
Lyse: LOL
Lyse: you so silly
GreyDuck: This? Is not news.
My daughter turns 13 today. I am the father of teenagers. Does this frighten anyone else, or is it just me?
Since my mid-week visits tend to run between an hour and two hours in duration, I decided to make Saturday a “father/daughter day” as a kind of early celebration and present. We didn’t do anything too terribly exciting, mind you. The first order of business was food, so we hit the mall for Arby’s sandwiches. While there we also introduced her to the tacky but amusing electronics wonderland that is Radio Shack, and we perused a few other shops (like the occasionally-evil Suncoast, where they had R.O.D. TV #1 on sale… ahem).
After the mall, being the jet-setting family that we are, the plan of action became “go home and play games and watch a movie.” So we worked on her healer Empathy Defender for a while (with some help from a friend in Seattle) and finished the day by kicking back and watching Castle of Cagliostro, one of my all-time favorite movies.
I am reliably informed that she had a good time on Saturday. Hopefully she’ll like her other present, too…
(Happy birthday, kiddo!)
I don’t think I’ll count Sunday night’s sleep. I almost always get insomnia on Sunday night, so let’s just let that slide for now. Let’s talk about Monday.
M-O-N… (“N is the Number of times we’ve wanted to throttle someone today!”) D-A-Y… (“Y? Why do we put ourselves through this week after week?”) S-U-C-K-S…
Let’s see… it all started, I think, with the medium-sized brown spider in my bathroom, the one that was up in the corner above the shower until it decided that my side of the bathroom (the part with the toilet, where I was sitting) was MUCH more interesting. This brown, fast-moving medium-sized spider could tread water, I might add. (He ended up above the shower again, where I managed to knock him down from the ceiling into the tub of running water, in which the little bastard didn’t have the decency to drown for a full two minutes.)
Then there was the housefly (I’ve NEVER had one of those in my room, so why now?)… and the random bug I couldn’t quite identify, before OR after I squashed it with my shoe. All I know is that it had long legs and what looked sort of like mottled wings.
It was standing room only on the bus, which was late so I had the “pleasure” of running for the MAX… on which it was also standing room only. This morning’s commute also convinced me never to switch to taking my bike on the train; seven bicyclists jockeyed for position in the front car, and each car is only designed to carry four bikes reasonably. I’m sure you’ll be shocked to learn that some of the bicyclists in this town can be un-reasonable.
Work wasn’t awful, really, though almost every service call involved either something I couldn’t fix or something that someone broke through sheer stupidity. Well, that’s not true. I did make a laptop “all better” during the middle part of the day. That, folks, was my major contribution to humanity today.
Tomorrow, however, will be a better day: It’s my daughter’s birthday…
So, while it seems as though I’m out of commission lately, it would be more accurate to say that I’ve kept my energy focused on squaring away the other parts of my life (at least, the parts I have any control at all over) instead of writing about my life. Oh, wait. This was supposed to be a journal. Because I can’t remember things very well. Right.
Expect two things in the future: A design overhaul, during which things may look “broken” from time to time. And, some catch-up entries so that years later I can actually keep at least some of the facts straight.
The good news? Life, in general, is treating me fairly well. My silence hasn’t been on account of life sucking mightily, like it was back in the springtime. I thank you for your patience.
