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31 ottobre email from a co-workerSome fun for the morning.
Step 1 – ensure all coffee / milk has been swallowed Step 2 – visit http://www.mybigball.com/ Step 3 – watch video #4 – swim meet enjoy - b. 30 ottobre what's wrong with crossing the street?"Going to the other side of the street can be a barrier," said Launi Skinner, senior vice president in charge of Starbucks' store development.
b. 25 ottobre what's the point of trackbacks?***update*** trackbacks have been turned off for public sites...i can now go back to fuming about other random petty things for the rest of the day.
please please please someone tell me what the point of trackbacks is!!?? all i get are spammy links to bizarre search sites and other such nonsense. i'm having a frustrating internet day full of rants and rages about too many social networking sites so please ignore me. but seriously i can't keep up....
b. 17 ottobre ultimate in lazy driving machineso my car is in the shop getting some dents fixed from my year in the trenches of san francisco traffic and parking. the loaner they give me has the "keyless" system. and when they say "keyless" they don't mean the little metal thing that you used to use to open doors and start the car.... they mean you need nothing. nothing. i walk up to the car and doors unlock. i push a button and the car starts and stops. i walk away and the car locks. *jaw drops* ok so we've gone from turning a key in the lock being an inconvenient ordeal to pushing a little button on a keyfob being an inconvenient ordeal. i'm counting on the day that zefrank gives this some airtime...
b. 1/300,000,000yes, i am one of 300,000,000 people living in the united states. the milestone was crossed at 7:46 am edt. ironic to hear that on npr right after a broadcast on china's attempts to curb their population growth as they now stand at 1.3 beeeelion people. ironic to hear that after a report that wal-mart just purchased 100 hypermarkets in china for 1 beeeeeelion dollars. scary.
b. 12 ottobre Talking about HBO: The Journalist and The Jihadi: The Murder of Daniel PearlMezmerizing. Tragic. Hopeful. b. Quote
11 ottobre Hello Kitty, only you could be so bold....Halloween is just around the corner! Do YOU know what you are going to be?? I do
 Now - where to find some 8 inch heels to pull off tall pink and menacing??b. 08 ottobre san francisco days... san francisco nights...travelogue - short trip down and up from seattle to san francisco.
so riddle me this. and *disclaimer* i am not usually one to rant about the tsa or the fabulous contributions they make to national security, however, there is a limit. there has to be a limit. right? right?
back to riddling. i prepare for my flight by diligently checking the website to ensure i'm following the latest and greatest in home land security advisements. the latest being all liquids/gels/creams etc must be placed in a 1 gallon clear plastic bag and must contain no more than 3 oz of that substance if it is going in your carry on. ok gotcha.
deodorant 2.7 oz - check
lotion 1.0 oz travel size - check
toothpaste - less then half of a 6.2 oz tube - check
leave shampoo and conditioner at home - will pick some up in sf - check
placed in a nice clear zip lock container - check
i'm golden. and a few hours later i'm in the security screening line feeling rather smug at my preparedness. in fact feeling so smug i chuckle to myself as i check out the guy in front of me who has what appears to be four large glass containers with apple scented candles in them. all four are in a wooden box that has rope wrapped around it and look like rather menacing could-be bomb like devices. i think - "there is no way they are going to let him take that on a plane". i mean they just took away some lady's eye cream and pitched it in the large 30 gallon black trash can filled to the brim with orphaned toiletries.
amazingly enough - he gets through with no problems - i waggle my eyebrows and think - "well that was unexpected". so i'm breezing through after him and get trapped by the cracker jack terrorism preventing tsa agent who holds in front of me in a very accusatory way my tube of crest regular tooth paste. she says "sorry maam but this cannot go on board, all containers must be less than three ounces - this is 6.2". me not catching the subtlety of her point says, "oh but there is less than half in there" and watch as she simultaneously explains they can't be expected to measure all substances and tosses my tube in the can. wow. just wow. simply wow. *sighs*
recap: large - half - poundish - glass containers of flammable materials = ++ good
recap: less than half of a 6.2 oz tube of creamy crest toothpaste = ++bad
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identity crisisthere is this website i discovered awhile back called onxiam. essentially you create a log in for this site and then proceed to fill in all your various identities across the web. if you make it that far you will see a drop down box for all the various sites and services that you possibly have an identity for... i spent an afternoon filling out mine with this sort of pathological need to fill in all the blanks, all the while thinking (cue my best joan crawford imitation) no. more. social. networks. ever!!!
b. 365+i stopped blogging just about a year ago. in fact i think my last blog post here on my msn spaces blog (now windows live spaces - see what happens in a year) was written sept 14th, 2005. that’s my dad’s birthday by the way. he’s had a hell of a year too. a year ago… i created an account in second life, now i own my own island i left microsoft to move to san francisco and work for linden lab, now i just moved from san francisco to seattle and am back at microsoft. my mom was given three months to live, now she’s still here and looking forward to christmas. i was a size 10, i am a size 18, i will be a size 10 a year from now i loved my psp, now i love my ds the incredible good fortune to work at both linden lab and microsoft; i’m still blown away. and the gift of each additional day that my mom is around to drive me nuts over clean socks and help with her computer. the experience of walking through the mission district every day to and from work. a year later. i am different. b. |
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