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Nov. 16th, 2006

"this will drive you nuts"

parking perfection

Oct. 20th, 2006

...but i'm playing hello kitty island adventure.

best south park episode. EVAR.

Make Love, Not Warcraft

"some giant butthole keeps logging onto warcraft and killing all our characters"

Oct. 19th, 2006

beauty & makeup tips...


Sep. 18th, 2006

rock on dude!

love love love this variation. oh love!!!

Aug. 17th, 2006

giant moth

I found one of these last week. Scared the crap out of me but it's absolutely beautiful. Why do I keep running into giant bugs?!

Luna Moth


InvisibleBook.org--a means to make amends and let go of regrets. It's an interesting undertaking by artist Johanna Rogers to create a book of apologies, and reminds me of a similar community art project by Frank Warren called PostSecret. I look at both projects as group therapy, but on a more global scale.
"Art is a form of catharsis." - Dorothy Parker

Aug. 10th, 2006


Will the ringing ever stop? My ears are driving me crazy. Some days it's not too bad. Is it because I'm getting older? Is it stress? Maybe it's stress. *sigh* I need a nice long vacation that lasts more than 3 days. I haven't had one in years. Hence the ringing in the ears...

Jul. 27th, 2006

The Ticker Factory

In case anyone needs a graphical tracker -- TickerFactory.com

Jul. 25th, 2006

Still there...

Well, the roach is still in the breezeway but someone beat me to him with the spray. Being on his back obviously fooled me once but now that all his appendages have withdrawn into his body, it's safe to say he is indeed dead. Hmmm. I hear the landscaper with his leaf blower. I hope he makes his way up here and blows the bugger off the landing. *crossing fingers*

I hate roaches

There's a roach lying on its back in my breezeway. After leaving the apartment this morning, I walked past him and he looked dead. He was on his back and I stared him down to see if he would move. Nope. No movement. Later I would find out he was faking it. It was when I came back to the apartment and noticed the roach had somehow moved 90 degrees. So, I'm thinking the wind blew him around. I go on to unload a few boxes and what do I see? The bugger had moved again, but he's still on his back. No way--he has to be dead. Then it happened. He moved his legs and antennae. Oh, hell. Here we go. I had to stop myself from screaming so I could calmly get back to the apartment so I wouldn't freak out my neighbors. This is exactly why you should never move a *dead* roach. He will take the opportunity to latch onto you, and then you find yourself screaming and running.

Why he decided to play dead on our breezeway is beyond me. Lord knows I abhor roaches, and the big ones scare me so much that I can't bring myself to killing them unless I'm armed--pick your poison...Raid...Hotshot...whatever will kill on contact in a matter of seconds. I will never step on one. The crunching sound alone would make me faint. The fact that I'm writing about it makes me want to gag.

I'm tempted to spray him but I don't want to open the door and find that he's gone, and somehow managing to sneak into the apartment. YUCK. He's huge, and playing dead. What if he's hanging over the doorway and waiting to fall on my head. Unbelievable. Maybe he flipped back over and scurried off somewhere. I have to leave this place at some point. I will be armed.

I feel like screaming.


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