Friday, June 14, 2002
Thursday, June 13, 2002
Yesterday I took my lunch in the conference room, and taught a coworker to juggle. (Another one bites the dust--she's leaving in a week or two.) Those who have paid attention know that I work in a pretty office-oriented cultureless-pit. We were fairly successful at sneaking away, and nobody interrupted us but a couple people who already know what was going on. She learned quick, and last night I called up a friend who works at air traffic, and got her some juggling balls. I don't know why I'm telling this story here, other than to show my bountiful generosity...
People at work have started making fun of me for having so much food on my desk. It used to be candy, but now it's food. It probably doesn't help that I usually leave my lunch on my desk after getting it from the fridge (if I remember to put it in the fridge in the first place). Edible items on my desk right now (which do not include lunch):
• Panda Black Licorice
• Honey Wheat Wheatables
• Cheez-its (the big box was on sale!)
• Sun-sweet Tropical Mix (dried fruit)
Notice: The licorice is the only candy! I'm trying to cut back. I've also gone vegetarian. I don't remember if I've mentioned that here already.
Today's victory shag was not especially interesting. Reminiscing about a failed relationship in the form of a letter. I can't help but think that if I'd written an email like that to an x (and actually, I've written plenty), I'd immediately feel like a big sucker, and if I hadn't sent it right away, I probably wouldn't.
It's easy to understand how he feels though. I feel that way every time I read through old emails of past relationships, which I like to do with a frequency I'd rather not admit to.
People at work have started making fun of me for having so much food on my desk. It used to be candy, but now it's food. It probably doesn't help that I usually leave my lunch on my desk after getting it from the fridge (if I remember to put it in the fridge in the first place). Edible items on my desk right now (which do not include lunch):
• Panda Black Licorice
• Honey Wheat Wheatables
• Cheez-its (the big box was on sale!)
• Sun-sweet Tropical Mix (dried fruit)
Notice: The licorice is the only candy! I'm trying to cut back. I've also gone vegetarian. I don't remember if I've mentioned that here already.
Today's victory shag was not especially interesting. Reminiscing about a failed relationship in the form of a letter. I can't help but think that if I'd written an email like that to an x (and actually, I've written plenty), I'd immediately feel like a big sucker, and if I hadn't sent it right away, I probably wouldn't.
It's easy to understand how he feels though. I feel that way every time I read through old emails of past relationships, which I like to do with a frequency I'd rather not admit to.
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
This is bizarre--I feel I have stumbled upon something big, or rather something mysterious. Mystery always makes things seem bigger than they really are. This is akin, actually, to when I discovered the websites created for the release of the movie AI. They were elaborate, and large... and mysterious.
Basically, I have discovered my first blog that is not a blog: Victoryshag.com. It's a mailing list really. You have to sign up for it, but then you get a couple of back issues (mine were not particularly striking--but in hindsight, did give some background information) and then the daily email. I guess they are often love letters. But this one was a bizarre description of a strange proposition four women had made to the author of this blog that is not a blog. The four women all want to sleep-with/date the author. How crazy is that? How does a man (Dobbs, if you would believe the "From" in his headers) create such desire? I guess I'll find out...
Somewhere in the process, (it may be on his website, I can't remember,) the author claims that there are hundreds of people signed up for this thing, and that only 12 have unsubscribed.. ever. I am obviously intrigued, or I wouldn't be writing all this. I don't think I would be as curious if the letters/emails were presented by themselves, but to make things a bit more interesting (interactive!) the author appends a link to the end of each email.. back to his site for corroborating evidence. Today's batch of links contained JennyJuice.com which I have even seen before, and enjoyed, (as I recall), and who is part of the plot in some way.
Question for further thought: How are blogs like real-tv? And are they appealing in the same way?
Basically, I have discovered my first blog that is not a blog: Victoryshag.com. It's a mailing list really. You have to sign up for it, but then you get a couple of back issues (mine were not particularly striking--but in hindsight, did give some background information) and then the daily email. I guess they are often love letters. But this one was a bizarre description of a strange proposition four women had made to the author of this blog that is not a blog. The four women all want to sleep-with/date the author. How crazy is that? How does a man (Dobbs, if you would believe the "From" in his headers) create such desire? I guess I'll find out...
Somewhere in the process, (it may be on his website, I can't remember,) the author claims that there are hundreds of people signed up for this thing, and that only 12 have unsubscribed.. ever. I am obviously intrigued, or I wouldn't be writing all this. I don't think I would be as curious if the letters/emails were presented by themselves, but to make things a bit more interesting (interactive!) the author appends a link to the end of each email.. back to his site for corroborating evidence. Today's batch of links contained JennyJuice.com which I have even seen before, and enjoyed, (as I recall), and who is part of the plot in some way.
Question for further thought: How are blogs like real-tv? And are they appealing in the same way?
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
on ICQ this morning, after a friendy insult to one of my neighborhood everquest addicts:
eq_addict - fucker
eq_addict - i will cut you
databl1p - you are SO intimidating.
databl1p - bring it!
eq_addict - bitch, you don't want me to get out my Sebilite Croaking Dirk (10/18, +4ac +4str +4sv poison +4sv disease, +4sv magic)!
databl1p - jesus man! no, I was only kidding. You know I never would have insulted someone with one of those!
eq_addict - that's right
databl1p - oh wait, look what I've got here, a Yosemite Sam Scimitar (20/20, +5ip, +8ssh +9dvd +15polution +25penis-size)!!!
databl1p - I think it's time to say once again.. bring it!
eq_addict - *yawn* without a good haste item, i'd easily outdamage you. you can't even dual wield, mofo!
databl1p - *HASTE* (I've got a powerup now mother-fucker!)
eq_addict - the haste power-up is just movement speed, not attack speed
eq_addict - haha n00b u r so pwnd, la~
databl1p - Ahh, but what you don't know, is that I am not left handed!
eq_addict - databl1p writhes in a grip of agony!
eq_addict - You have slain databl1p!
databl1p - I guess your schwartz was bigger than mine.
eq_addict - no, i just have Deathtouch on a 72 minute timer
databl1p - is that an egg-timer, or one of those old alarm clocks with the bells on top?
eq_addict - fucker
eq_addict - i will cut you
databl1p - you are SO intimidating.
databl1p - bring it!
eq_addict - bitch, you don't want me to get out my Sebilite Croaking Dirk (10/18, +4ac +4str +4sv poison +4sv disease, +4sv magic)!
databl1p - jesus man! no, I was only kidding. You know I never would have insulted someone with one of those!
eq_addict - that's right
databl1p - oh wait, look what I've got here, a Yosemite Sam Scimitar (20/20, +5ip, +8ssh +9dvd +15polution +25penis-size)!!!
databl1p - I think it's time to say once again.. bring it!
eq_addict - *yawn* without a good haste item, i'd easily outdamage you. you can't even dual wield, mofo!
databl1p - *HASTE* (I've got a powerup now mother-fucker!)
eq_addict - the haste power-up is just movement speed, not attack speed
eq_addict - haha n00b u r so pwnd, la~
databl1p - Ahh, but what you don't know, is that I am not left handed!
eq_addict - databl1p writhes in a grip of agony!
eq_addict - You have slain databl1p!
databl1p - I guess your schwartz was bigger than mine.
eq_addict - no, i just have Deathtouch on a 72 minute timer
databl1p - is that an egg-timer, or one of those old alarm clocks with the bells on top?
Monday, June 10, 2002
I was talking with someone the other day (Neil, from unicycling) about these bicycles he saw with roll bars that go from in front of the front wheel to behind the back wheel of the bicycle, allowing the rider to stop, and roll forward--essentially doing a somersault with their bicycle. I think that would be awesome to try (once I got over the initial fear). I was looking for some info online about this, but I haven't found anything yet. (surfing for bicycle links is crazy. there's SO much stuff out there.)
On a semi-related note, I saw this link over at Yami's blog which has become quite the happening place in the last few days, I might add. I shoulda got in on this whole "guest blogger" thing, but then I might not have found all these great deals on ebay this last weekend, so maybe that's ok.
On a semi-related note, I saw this link over at Yami's blog which has become quite the happening place in the last few days, I might add. I shoulda got in on this whole "guest blogger" thing, but then I might not have found all these great deals on ebay this last weekend, so maybe that's ok.
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