It’s supposed to be me, in case I didn’t make that clear. Make your own…
I’m a little cranky and irritable, and in an all-around less than stellar mood. Here’s hoping the weekend will make it much better; I hate forcing my moods on someone else…
I’m hoping that the fog will have returned with a vengeance by the time I return on Sunday. I’ve said it before, and it’s that time of year again. Sunshine depresses me, and there’s been too damned much of it in SF this week. I do not like tanning, nor frolicking in the sun, nor the way it looks and feels when it sneaks in through my blinds. It thrusts me into some of my foulest moods. About the only time I really like the sunshine is when I’m driving or taking pictures. Yes, I understand that I am a freak. And no, I don’t care. So there…
As it happens, there were no real radical changes from Wednesday’s much less foul mood, I did consolidate and streamline some stuff over at Planet SOMA. It might not be all that noticeable, but I’m still working on it. After which, it still might not be all that noticeable…
Attitude suitably adjusted, I’m on my way as soon as I hit the shower. I’m not going to let a funk spoil anything I’ve been waiting two extremely long weeks for. See you in five hours, baby…
This may have been the fastest weekend on record; it seems like about eight hours passed between the time I was drving down to Fresno on Friday and the time I was driving back today. I didn’t want to come back. Not just because I didn’t want to leave Mark (although that was a big chunk of it) but because I didn’t want to be back in this damned city, I didn’t want to think about going to the soul-sucking part-time job tomorrow, and I didn’t want to continue wondering if my computer monitor is about to die…
But it was a good weekend. Aside from the, ummm, obvious, there were really good thrift store finds and good food, and the weather was even largely cooperative. Who’d have thought I’d be so excited about highs which “only” reached the low 80s?
This whole commute thing should be over in a couple of months and I’m really looking forward to it. I just hope I don’t lose the edge and street cred I have through knowing exactly what fast food and gas options are available at every exit on Highway 99 between Manteca and Selma…
Oh good God (link via Jonno). Get the fuck over yourselves, people. Some people take this whole blog/web journal thing WAY too seriously. It’s a hobby, ferchrissakes, not brain surgery…
In the “too much information” department, my sex drive seems to have gone into hyper-drive for the past eight days or so, despite a weekend with the most wonderful boy in the world. I’m gonna go eat some graham crackers now to keep my hands busy…
“More uncut Godfather coming up on the new TNN.”
I have neither a forsekin fetish nor a daddy fetish, but it still got my attention…
There’s been no internet access at work for two days now. This has significantly affected both my ability to do my job and my occasional need to avoid doing it for a while. Business has suffered considerably as well, but I guess it’s par for the course within a company which promotes its “high-tech” image, but still can’t manage to pay its newest recruits enough to attract any who know the difference between a computer, a hard drive, and an operating system…
I don’t care really, as long as I can start checking my email at work again soon…
I’d forgotten how much I really liked High Fidelity…
Wow. A “Father Knows Best” marathon on TV Land…
I’m 12 or 13 years old, and I’m home sick from school. I’m eating cereal and watching Father Knows Best and Dennis the Menace and Hazel on channel 36. Yeah, we have cable, so I can watch stations all the way from Charlotte, 90 miles away. Cool, huh? Once those shows are over, and my only choices are bad movies and soap operas, I’ll probably spend the rest of the day dragging out the Sears catalog and my dad’s dirty magazines, looking for anything resembling revealing pictures of guys…
I’ll read those “letters” in Penthouse and try to figure out how actual sex works (and not quite understand the concept, or so it seems when I look back at some of the dirty stories I wrote back then), and sometimes I’ll even find a picture of a girl which does it for me…
It’ll get messy and I’ll be a little sore by late afternoon when I have to think about preparing the house for my returning parents. I’ll be thoroughly engrossed in a Partridge Family rerun on channel 8 when they arrive. And pretending I’m still sick so I can do it again tomorrow…
Yup. A “Father Knows Best” marathon on TV Land. Not to mention yet another reference to masturbation within a single week…
Aside from the above, I’m also reminded that I need to get my dad a Father’s Day present tomorrow…
I love it when all my work for the week/weekend is done this early. I might actually even be able to do something fun tonight. And even more fun tomorrow night…
OK, here’s a question. Why exactly do so many people type URLs into search boxes? If you’re trying to get to a website and you already know the URL, why would you not just type it into the ADDRESS bar? I’m asking this not just because so many of these show up in my logs, but because I’ve WATCHED so many people do it. They open their browser, wait for whatever “start page” to load, and then, instead of typing an address in the proper place, they do a freaking search for it. Which, of course, often leads them to some site other than the one they wanted in the first place…
Seems to me this is sort of like calling 411 and saying “I need the number for Joe Smith at 415-555-1234″…
