Grrrr.
(Will someone tell me a joke, please?)
Archive for October, 2004
If you don’t want strangers yelling at your kids, please keep your children from crawling under the doors of occupied stalls.
I am not responsible for whatever therapy bills your child will need from all the screaming and hollering I did when I saw your child peek up at me while I was doing my business.
(Damn drinking all that juice.)
So a little while back, I was talking about how much I wanted a new juicer.
Yoshi found a really great one for a great price on Amazon and bought it for me. I played with it once, but I finally got carrots and celery recently so I could make juice.
So that’s what I did this morning. Except when I was done with the carrot/celery juice, I thought it would taste better if I added some apple juice to it. So on went the juicer again so I could make some apple juice.
I had my carrot/celery juice sitting in a glass (next to the juicer) and as I was putting the halved apples (they were small red delicious apples) into the juicer, one of them popped out of the juicer, flew up-up-up into the air and landed PLOP! into my carrot/celery juice.
Yoshi kept laughing at what had just happened, commenting something about that not being the right way to add apple to my juice.
I am wearing a watch for the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long.
I’ve been using my phone as a watch for the longest time and just found a watch that was given to me probably 10+ years ago by a friend in Taiwan.
The band has been replaced a zillion times, but it’s a great watch. Let’s see how long I can go until I feel the urge to take it off.
“You have 10 NEW messages.”
(Seven of them were from Mom. I love Mom so much, but I don’t need to hear the same thing SEVEN times. )
Where’d you go?
My brother has a little Nintendo GameBoy Advance SP that I’m playing with.
It’s got all kinds of old school NES games on it.
I am playing Mr Driller 2 (I suck), Bubble Bobble (no fun on 1 player mode), and Contra (also no fun on 1 player mode).
My brother and I were seriously kick-ass in these simultaneous 2 player games. We could beat Contra with 3 guys each (but we always used the up-up-down-down-left-right-left-right-B-A cheat for 30 guys, just in case).
Ahhh, old school Nintendo game fun. They just don’t make ‘em like they used to.
UPDATE: Whoo hoo! Old school Tetris!
Eeyore hangs on for dear life.
(Actually taken on Thursday night at Downtown Disney.)
We were at Department 56 at Downtown Disney last night and saw this “Peanuts” Snowglobe, but couldn’t figure out who the boy in green is.
Do you know?
Earlier this morning, the power went off for a few minutes… not long enough to do any real damage, but long enough to make me have to reset everything with a clock & freak out because my computer was on and I was in the middle of working on something…
I just got a call in the 704 area code…
…where is that?
Things I learned tonight:
-SporkGirl is a sweetheart (and mighty cute, too!)
-Get some Emilio Castillo, for killer nouveau flamenco music.
-Sporkie is no longer a Jamba Juice virgin.
-Don has a new toy and has to brag about it, even though he doesn’t know how to use it.
-If you order an iced tea at House of Blues, you will receive Arnold Palmers for the rest of the night (and vice versa).
-Sporkie licks herself in public and is not embarrassed to declare how good Jessica Simpson’s line tastes.
-Dipping apples into caramel will get you a lot of attention from girls.
-Joz and Sporkie look great in hats.
Pictures to come. Maybe.
I found out a couple of nights ago that my Dad had a flight to go back to Taiwan for today.
I decided to play hookie from “real work” and go to The OC so I could see him (and my Mom and Bro) before he had to get on the shuttle bus to LAX. Because of his packed morning schedule, it meant that I had to get out of the door early and get onto the crowded L.A. commuter freeway before 8am. This coincided nicely with SporkGirl’s stay in Anaheim, so I just planned on getting on the road early and hanging out at my parents’ place until Sporkie was ready for me to come by.
Sometime during the 8:00 hour, as I was sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the 5, my Mom called and yelled at me, wondering if I’d hit the road yet (yes, Mom, I’m almost there). It was way too early in the morning for me to get yelled at, and I seriously considered turning my car around and driving until I could get back home, get out of the car, and get back into bed. But I didn’t.
I don’t know when it became such a chore to drive an hour to OC to visit my family, but sometime in the last 10 years, going “home” behind the Orange Curtain seemed roughly the mental equivalent of walking through the gates of hell. (I should’ve also remembered that the weather is roughly equivalent to that of the gates of hell, too. Wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long black pants in 80+ degree weather was not so smart.) I was really excited to see my family (I haven’t visited in weeks, and I really, really have been missing my Mom, Dad, and Bro lately), but once I reached home, I felt my insides cramp up as I realized Dad had stayed up all night packing and that Mom hadn’t gotten very much sleep, either. And they were both stressed about him getting to the shuttle bus in time.
There’s nothing that makes me flash back to the memory of being a 10 year-old kid faster than when my parents start bickering about getting on a plane. Now that Bro & I are old enough to drive, we get stuck sitting in the front seat while Mom & Dad take turns annoying the heck out of each other in the back seat.
When did this happen? When did I turn into the adult that kept the peace while trying to just. freakin. drive. in. a. quiet. car?
Anyway, Dad made it to the shuttle bus (in Rowland Heights) in time and gave me some $$$ so that we could take Mom out for lunch. Of course, this was after my Dad made my Mom run full-speed to the Chinese bakery several stores down so that she could get him some snacks for the bus ride.
Lunch was in a Chinese joint where the lunch specials were $3.95 each and the 3 of us ate until we were ready to burst at the seams… and our bill was only $17.27 before tip!
We decided to check out a nearby Asian supermarket and left with a trunk FULL of groceries for both me and my Mom for under $70!
It’s times like these where the cheap side of me is reminded I should leave L.A. for the suburbs once in a while so I can shop at grocery stores where I can get more than a head of cabbage and 2 bags of soy chips for $70.
If I feel like it later, I’ll post some photos I took of some fun stuff at the supermarket. Bro and I called it “Fear Factor Shopping” because there is always an abundance of gross “food items” in the butcher’s cases (we especially liked the “pig’s uterus” and the many kinds of animal feet and tongue).
As I’m sitting here and writing this, my Mom just came out to check on me because I’m sitting on the floor by the front door, with a fan pointed right at my face. She was wondering who was “blowing air so loudly.” Heh.
Ok, I’m about to FINALLY walk out the door and visit with Sporkie, who has been waiting for roughly two hours for me to show up at the hotel. Eeek. More later…
Richard Simmons just called me from the Cleveland airport.
Courtesy of SporkGirl. (Thank you!) I can’t believe she asked him to call me and say hi. She says he did a whole performance while he was talking to me and everyone was watching him talk to me on the phone. She even took photos with a disposable camera of him talking to me on the phone. 
He asked me how the weather in L.A. was (I told him that it is gorgeous… 72 degrees with a low of 69) and he told me how excited he was to take this flight because they were going to be on the same flight with 50 women who were just released from prison. (WTF?)
Anyway, have a safe flight to L.A. SporkGirl & Richard!
Hee!
Since the stores seem to think that the holidays are around the corner, I thought I might start wishing folks “Seasons Greetings!” now, too.
Where are my damn bells and Santa hats?
So after I got that STU-PID letter from Parking Violations last week, I decided I had to make it obvious that I was not the idiot for not including my ticket number on the correspondence, but rather, that it was someone over there who did not see it.
Now that I’m back from Gnomedex 4: Geeks Gone Wild, I saw the letter sitting on my desk, so I thought I’d send it back, complete with the ticket number highlighted in pink on my original letter to them.
Then I circled the ticket number with a green pen.
Then I drew red arrows around it, pointing to the ticket number.
Then I got my special purple/metallic silver pen and drew stars around the ticket number.
THEN, when I went to get a stamp, but found the *perfect* “sticker” to attach to the letter…
The “American FilmMaking: Behind the Scenes” commemorative stamps features a picture of Cecil B DeMille pointing at something (and someone else looking at what he’s pointing to) while on the set of “Cleopatra.” I cut out the background photo I made him point at the ticket number and then wrote next to it, “Cecil B DeMille says, ‘Look! There’s the ticket number!’ (Paraphrasing, of course).
I’ve been told that this is going to piss off some Parking Violations office employee and that I’m going to get fined more EVEN MORE for this. If I do, I am going to start asking for donations to find a way to pay for all my parking tickets.
Anyway, I know you’re waiting to see my work of art, so here it is… click to embiggen…
(It goes out in the mail today.)
Actually, I just found out it’s near impossible to type while wearing gloves.
But dannnnnng are my fingers cold right now.
My feet feel like popsicles, too… so I’m wearing two pairs of socks and my furry leopard-print Steve Madden slippers (which I got in a Grammy giftbag a few years ago).
I don’t understand why it’s so cold here. I checked weather.com and it says that the temperature outside feels like 74 degrees.
I am scrolling down to see if the exception to this might be my house. *teeth chattering*
So when I got home tonight around 9:40pm (this is having left Tahoe on less than 2 hours of sleep, driving an hour & a half to Reno, boarding a packed Southwest plane, having lunch, working for more than 3 hours non-stop, going home to get a quick nap, going across town to a birthday dinner, and finally coming back), I was trying to tell Yoshi that I needed to unpack, but it came out, “I need to undo my laundry.”
When Yoshi asked, “How do you undo your laundry?”
I actually said, “You hit Ctrl-Z, silly.”
And then I laughed at my own geek joke. Not too surprisingly, Yoshi looked at me for a second, turned, and walked out of the room.
I can’t believe I just blogged that. I’d better go to bed now.
I’m ready to pay for some zzz’s.
You think I can make a purchase of it wholesale somewhere?
(as moblogged by jozjozjoz from dinner at Fritto Misto in Santa Monica)
How I managed to stay as alert as I did for the last 3 hours, I’ll never know.
And I didn’t even mess up once, except for the time that it was not my fault because someone else was being slow.
I did zone out a couple of times, but I don’t think anyone noticed.
Maybe I’ll get a couple more hours before we go out to a birthday party in Santa Monica tonight.
(Or maybe I’m already dreaming?)
Back in L.A.
Just in time to start work.
Oh yay. Thanks to Yoshi for picking me up at the airport and taking me to work.
I didn’t much feel like dealing with L.A. traffic on less than 2 hours of sleep.
did my little joz go? oh where oh where could she be?
oh yeah. at the geekfest. hope she’s having a good time, cuz i’m sitting at home, eating pizza and buffalo wings in front of the computer.
yes, joz, you’re coming home to an even messier house than you left. aren’t you excited?
i think i’ll go to bed now. 10:30 is a respectable bedtime, right?
Chris just announced that dinner is “buffy style.”
I’m scared.
(Ohhh, BUFFET STYLE.)
Also documented by Darren Barefoot
Wil is reading from his books Dancing Barefoot and Just a Geek.
You can listen at itconversations.com
Updates coming.
UPDATE: Ok, so this is the first time I’ve had a chance to listen to Wil read from his books. He’s doing a kick ass job.
The audience is engaged and laughing.
It is being taped and he’s releasing this performance on a Creative Commons License, so look for it in the coming days. His impromptu commentary and anecdotes are totally funny.
I’ll attach pictures later. I’m not in the mood to do it at the moment. I think I want to listen to Wil’s talk right now.
Post-talk update: Wil sold out of the books he brought and folks are already writing about their thoughts on his presentation. I think Wil is blogging now. It’s kind of cool to look over and see Wil on typing on his iBook, especially considering that if I’m perfectly honest, Wil’s blog inspired me to start mine.
Check out Jeff Basham’s blog, Lance Heath, Richard Barnet, James Roberts, More from James Roberts, Todd Rodgers, Suzanne Metcalf, Jason Shugars, Brad Wilson, Jason Calacanis, Jeremy Zawodny (interesting comment thread), The NOIZ, Mike Munnis, Ken Layne (within the general gnomedex wrap-up), Ed Adkins, ocomik, Dan DeGeest
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