Check the little button to the right - I will be at BlogHer in Chicago! Woo hoo.
AND hotel reservations are already made at the W. I thought I had better be a little more organized this year than last, when I got THE LAST BlogHer all-events pass because I waited so long.
I can't wait to meet you all. Who is going?
22 March 2007
21 March 2007
Why is Wednesday the best day of the week?
On Wednesdays all the major newspapers have food sections. For someone who loves food like me, well, that makes for a happy hour of online reading.
New stuff up at Linkateria (a wacky Obama/Apple 1984 commercial mashup) and True Employee Confessions.
And have you checked out the WOOP WOOP NOT SAFE FOR WORK AT ALL project from a bunch of your favorite bloggers, Desperately Seeking...Something? Warning: lots and lots of photos of naked parts that should normally be covered by several layers of clothing, if people knew what was good for them. Funny stuff.
New stuff up at Linkateria (a wacky Obama/Apple 1984 commercial mashup) and True Employee Confessions.
And have you checked out the WOOP WOOP NOT SAFE FOR WORK AT ALL project from a bunch of your favorite bloggers, Desperately Seeking...Something? Warning: lots and lots of photos of naked parts that should normally be covered by several layers of clothing, if people knew what was good for them. Funny stuff.
19 March 2007
I can always find something to complain about
Everyone hates jury duty. I thought I hated jury duty.
Then I got assigned to Federal district court jury duty, which is a whole different ball of wax. First, you are on call for a month, though you only have to call in once a week.
Second, it is in the heart of downtown Los Angeles.
Third, they pay me over a hundred bucks a day with mileage, plus I get wages from work.
I had to call in tonight and I already had tomorrow's jury day planned: Take the train down and arrive in gorgeous Union Station. Grab a bagel at the station cafe (I never eat bagels anymore - the carbs! the carbs!). Take my laptop (they have wireless) and read blogs or watch DVDs. Find something fabulous for lunch at the Grand Central Market. And collect my $107.40. All good.
But they don't want me. I'm rejected. Off to work with no bagel, no blogs, no DVDs and certainly no extra $107.
Waah. Feel my pain.
Then I got assigned to Federal district court jury duty, which is a whole different ball of wax. First, you are on call for a month, though you only have to call in once a week.
Second, it is in the heart of downtown Los Angeles.
Third, they pay me over a hundred bucks a day with mileage, plus I get wages from work.
I had to call in tonight and I already had tomorrow's jury day planned: Take the train down and arrive in gorgeous Union Station. Grab a bagel at the station cafe (I never eat bagels anymore - the carbs! the carbs!). Take my laptop (they have wireless) and read blogs or watch DVDs. Find something fabulous for lunch at the Grand Central Market. And collect my $107.40. All good.
But they don't want me. I'm rejected. Off to work with no bagel, no blogs, no DVDs and certainly no extra $107.
Waah. Feel my pain.
17 March 2007
Doggone
Crap on a cracker. How much does it suck that the only brand of dogfood that Goldie will eat, the $1.21 per can Nutro Max Chicken and Rice chunks, is on the recall list?
I have been feeding my dog very expensive food that may have been killing her (pounding head on keybkdhr23899efboard).
Goldie is pretty hilarious about food that she does not like. She goes to the bowl, sniffs the food, then proceeds to loudly lick the edges of the bowl while gazing balefully and meaningfully in my direction.
"Hey, human," I can almost hear her saying. "You can see that I am HUNGRY because I am at my bowl. Yet I plainly reject this slop. Can you perhaps get off your ass long enough to get me some decent chow?"
Dr. Jean Hofve is an expert in animal nutrition and now I feel bad I didn't take her advice. Maybe I will start baking chickens again. Yes, I absolutely see the nuttiness in the concept that I will not feed myself or those I love meat, but that I will cook chicken for my dog. I never claimed to be sane.
I have been feeding my dog very expensive food that may have been killing her (pounding head on keybkdhr23899efboard).
Goldie is pretty hilarious about food that she does not like. She goes to the bowl, sniffs the food, then proceeds to loudly lick the edges of the bowl while gazing balefully and meaningfully in my direction.
"Hey, human," I can almost hear her saying. "You can see that I am HUNGRY because I am at my bowl. Yet I plainly reject this slop. Can you perhaps get off your ass long enough to get me some decent chow?"
Dr. Jean Hofve is an expert in animal nutrition and now I feel bad I didn't take her advice. Maybe I will start baking chickens again. Yes, I absolutely see the nuttiness in the concept that I will not feed myself or those I love meat, but that I will cook chicken for my dog. I never claimed to be sane.
16 March 2007
Friday breakdown
I do not know what string of circumstances made me arrive home at 6:30 p.m. feeling so beat-up-from-the-feet-up. All I know is that it was a desperate state of affairs. I was on the verge of tears for no reason other than it was Friday and I was suddenly really, really tired. My mom asked me to call my cousin and I just could not handle the thought. A phone call - me?? It was so overwhelming that I almost wept. What a weenie.
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Enrique cut my hair and I must say he is a genius. It looks fab. He did, however, spend half an hour blowdrying it straight, using up to 2 round brushes at a time. This, my friends, will not be happening in my own home. I wish I had the will and the talent, but I know I don't.
He complimented my color job, too. Clairol, $8.99 sucka, in my own bathroom. Haha.
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Note to my father: beans do not belong in an omelet and a bean omelet does not belong in my dog. Dad, you do KNOW I live in a 500 square foot house? With my dog? If they find me asphyxiated, it will all be your fault.
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Something is up with my feet. For the whole week, the soles of my feet have been feeling like someone has beaten them with a ball-peen hammer. One hurts, then the other. Alternately. Rarely both at the same time. If one feels ok, the other hurts. Damn. No dog walks, no exercise. This makes me and Goldie cranky bitches.
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New goods over at True Employee Confessions. Now with more gassiness.
And I plan on a Linkateria post too. Woo hoo. Watch me go.
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Enrique cut my hair and I must say he is a genius. It looks fab. He did, however, spend half an hour blowdrying it straight, using up to 2 round brushes at a time. This, my friends, will not be happening in my own home. I wish I had the will and the talent, but I know I don't.
He complimented my color job, too. Clairol, $8.99 sucka, in my own bathroom. Haha.
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Note to my father: beans do not belong in an omelet and a bean omelet does not belong in my dog. Dad, you do KNOW I live in a 500 square foot house? With my dog? If they find me asphyxiated, it will all be your fault.
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Something is up with my feet. For the whole week, the soles of my feet have been feeling like someone has beaten them with a ball-peen hammer. One hurts, then the other. Alternately. Rarely both at the same time. If one feels ok, the other hurts. Damn. No dog walks, no exercise. This makes me and Goldie cranky bitches.
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New goods over at True Employee Confessions. Now with more gassiness.
And I plan on a Linkateria post too. Woo hoo. Watch me go.
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