Archive for September, 2004

Why can’t every Monday…

… be part of the weekend?

There is something really nice about…

…typing on a new laptop.

The keyboard is a little different, but why do they have to move certain keys around?

Just wondering.

Remembering what it’s like to live with my parents

I just arrived back in the OC to visit my family for the long weekend.

My brother was just leaving as I arrived, saying that he’d be back in a few hours. When I got to the front door, I rang the doorbell and yelled for my mom to open the door (I could hear her in the kitchen with the water running).

When she came to the door, the first thing she shrieked at me was, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!? I’VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR 4 HOURS!”

I had no idea what she was talking about. I didn’t have ANY missed calls, and in fact had tried to call home several times since I woke up around 10am. No one had been answering the phone at home OR their personal cells phones.

The first time I got through to anyone was when I was already on the freeway & my dad answered his cell phone and the first thing I asked was, “Where are you? Why isn’t anyone answering the phone at home?” My dad said that they were at home and didn’t know that anyone had been calling. I told him I was already on the way home and that I’d be there in about half an hour AND to let my mom know I was coming. Of course, he didn’t tell Mom.

So then, no one except my dad knew that I was really on my way home & my mom was convinced something terrible and horrible had happened to me last night… which was why I didn’t answer the phone in the morning and why she hadn’t heard from me until I walked through the door.

Therefore, starting a screaming match with me after seeing that I’m fine was the way to greet me. Incidentally, Dad knew that I had arrived home because he could hear my Mom and I screaming at each other at the top of our lungs.

Now that we’re both calm again (after we both apologized for screaming at each other), I’m sitting in my brother’s bedroom giving Mom a cell phone lesson (to show her how to view her “Missed Calls” and to prove that I did indeed call earlier in the morning).

…CONTINUED A FEW HOURS LATER…

OK, we just got a pleasant visit from few expected visitors and a few unexpected visitors.

Here’s a picture of one of them making himself at home. Say hi to Pokey.

Kisses from Hollywood

Sometimes it can be very fun to play the part of a tourist in Hollywood.

One by one, things are malfunctioning

My keyboard has just about had it.

Sometimes various keys spontaneously stop working… in the last two weeks, the N, M, ,, ., 1, and ‘ keys have stopped and started again after I lifted up the keyboard and dropped it again.

Today the nine and the zero keys don’t work. But that also means I can’t put anything in parens. Grrrr.

Ok, maybe this is a good sign that I should stop eating at my keyboard.

gotta love them bears…

Hooray for Panda Hua Mei: She’s a mom

huameibaby.bmp hua mei as a baby in san diego

huameibamboo.bmp

Beverly Hills Blackout

I was roaming around Beverly Hills around 12:30 when the power suddenly went out at the store I was at. The power was out everywhere else, as well. Traffic signals turned to flashing red.

Supposedly 4 transformers near the Civic Center (next door to Hilton corporate headquarters & Maverick Records) exploded.

I already got a call from a friend who was in a traffic accident (rear-ended) due to the power outage.

I’ll be interested in seeing the full report later & seeing what really happened.

Seen at dinner last night.

At Canter’s Deli with some of the blogging.la folk… Sean Bonner, Jason DeFillippo, Jay Bushman, and Bob Fogarty. And special appearance, DC metblogger Tom Bridge.

See the recounts, courtesy Sean Bonner & Tom Bridge. Thanks also to Sean for the blurry photo. (At least he took one.)

Hooray for a very pleasant night with some charming gentlemen.

(Hooray also for the Cobb Salad!)

Note to self:

PUT YOUR PASSPORT AWAY!

There is no conceivable reason that you need to be carrying your passport around with you, seeing as it’s been more than a month since you returned from Canada.

Why?

When I know I have to be someplace at 9:30 the next morning, WHY do I let myself stay up until 5am?

WHY?

(On a happier note, I played a lot of games at pogo and someone hooked me up with a 5 day trial membership to Club Pogo.)