This is what I see when I close my eyes:
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Softhome is pissing me off. I get Internal Server Errors every day now. I wish they'd respond to my emails. Anybody know a reliable lowcost email service?
I can access the website itself... but for shiggles, I did a tracert and found it died on a yipes address. I contacted yipes so that they could determine if that addy's DNS perhaps had an ARP problem or a failing NIC, but I don't think they understood what I was saying.
Hell. I don't think I understand what I'm saying at this point. I'm acronymned to death. Arpityarparparpkaflussssh. It's all geek to me.
So yeah, I have no email. It's pissing me off.
I'm scared to death of suddenly being a parent to a teenager, even though I suspect I'd be good at it. Scared to death of being a wife, too, but I'm sure I'd be good at that. I'm such a freak. It's pissing me off.
I kicked the boys' butts at Risk my very first time playing, ever. Seriously steamrolled 'em. However, anytime I asserted my position of Queen of the World, they felt compelled to add "of the Practice Round." Damn them! They they kicked my ass at Yahtzee. Over. And over. And over again.
I went to a Huffman party. It was very pleasant. I suspect there was something Terribly Wrong with the proximity of those two statements. You see, Huffman and Priest are two rather nice people who seemingly have crazy parties during college football season. However, most people were at the actual game when we showed up. Gators go CHOMP CHOMP. But they lost to Tennessee. The streets filled with zombies, dark clouds descended over the city and we ran for our lives.
Gainesville is a hoppin' little city. Has a great vibe (when Gators aren't getting 0wned), good restaurants, and lots of culture. I likes it.
Florida itself, however, still sucks and we hates it. Except for all the nifty people I know down there and Payne's Prairie. I suspect there's a LOT of nature in Gainesville to be explored. So maybe we don't hates it quite as much as we did before.
U FLA is pretty neat. Of course, it just so happens to be celebrating its sesquicentennial. Isn't that a funny word? Sesquicentennial. Teehee. It is also building the largest Lepidopterrarium (OK, that's not a real word, but it works for me) in North America-- second only in size to the one in London. Me? Like butterflies? Whatever gave you that idea?
They also have a bathouse (not bathhouse, bathouse) that houses some 40,000 bats. And they have a ton of alligators, who manage to keep the escalating jogger population in check. Hooray for nature at work!
I had sushi with Important People. It was good. They talked about alligators. Most people don't know this, but people in Gainesville have some two thousand words for alligator. It's true! Most start with "AARRRRGHGH" or "AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE" or "FUCK!"
We didn't go kite flying. I left my stunt kites there. Evidently, St. Augustine (which is less than two hours away) is VERY stunt-kite friendly. I'm very excited about this. I had no idea that stunt-kites even had a patron saint.
Oh, and P and I have decided to live together. We haven't gotten any closer to figuring out how or where or when, but we will live together in some unspecified place at some unspecified point in future. Glad that's settled!
Ouch. I just bit my tongue. Whatever was it doing in my cheek?
Anywho, Z seems pretty cool about it all. When asked how I did during my visit, Z informed P that I had two strikes against me: 1. I didn't slip him any cashola and 2. I admitted to not knowing two things (I'm supposed to know everything). However, he also said "you are sooooo waaaaay cooool!" during my visit and "I think we'll keep her" after I left, so my heart's all melty and stuff.
We went to a Very Cool bookstore found the naked lady in "Where's Waldo." We then spent twenty minutes finding Waldo. It was important.
I also saw Z play with his band. They're really very good! I rocked out hard and somehow resisted the urge to pick them all up and hug them. Rock on,
In addition to rockin' out to 'Tallica, we also enjoyed bowling together and drinking sodas like a big freaky hardrock family with lots of boys.
I've really wanted a damned cigarette for days now. It's pissing me off. Of course I won't have one. It bugs me that it still bugs me. I smelled one today, and it disgusted me. So that means I've really wanted a damned mythical metacigarette for days now. I'm such a freak.
I've seen things, I've seen them with my eyes; I've seen things, they're often in disguise. It's pissing me off.
I'm over 20 pounds overweight now. You wouldn't be able to tell it from looking at me... but I can tell... and it's pissing me off.
My BP and pulse are deliriously low. They tell me this is a good thing. It, of course, is pissing me off.
My cat is fat, and I think he's getting arthritis. Freak. It's pissing me off.
It just occurred to me that I write like a man. What's up with that? I'm such a freak.
That whole pissed off freak thing just snowballed out of control. Sorry 'bout that!
We now return you to ldy's normal mode of writing.
Bare is a good album. I'm digging it.
I read an excerpt from a banned book last night at the public library as a promotion for "Banned Book Week" with the ACLU. I had planned on reading something from Leaves of Grass, and then switched to Aurora Leigh... and then at the last minute decided on a Judy Blume book. Heh.
I'd gone to the Juvenile Fiction area to find Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret, but it had been mis-shelved and was nowhere to be found. I looked around for Blubber, that was unavailable as well. I said my little "find things" mantra and walked down the wall. When I looked up, there was Blubber, right next to a display that said "Read One of These Banned Books Today!"
So I did. How could I resist such a directive?
I am so easily manipulated by the Universe. I am its tool.
We're definitely doing Haunted Albany this fall. I think it's even been completely written. Can I learn to read music by then? Can I master my brogue? We'l find out soon enough, I suppose.
We also had a great production meeting for Marley. I think we may even be figuring out ways to get a real paying audience. Go us!
Well, that's it for this installment of short-attention-span entry written in the span of a non-lunch. Hope you are all well and happy :)
And if you're neither well nor happy, feel free to bite me. ;)