Archive for April, 2009
April 14th, 2009
“Your anger is very childish,” the boyfriend just informed me. “Not adult-like at all.”
He stared, bemused, as I quietly punched the couch in a bitter, mimed rage.
“It’s a silent fury,” I replied. I usually do the quiet scream at work. It’s violently subtle.
That picture, by the way? I painted it as a child. It was one of the few paintings I ever did. Mostly because it was one of my first efforts, and it so adequately summed up what I was trying to express at the time, that I felt there wasn’t much point in trying harder.
Hello, bandwagon!
April 13th, 2009
A coworker excitedly approached me today, the dollar signs literally visible in his eyes. He informed me that dooce makes about $40,000 a month in ad revenue from her blog.
I’ve set up the new blog site for the boyfriend, and at every opportunity, I nudge him and say, “Blog.”
He’d make a great online celebrity. He’s had some experience with it before. I, by contrast, don’t do too well. Take this blog as a for instance. I’ve been blogging for eight years. I’ve had ‘blog’ type websites for over twelve years. My street cred alone should have earned me a serious fan base by now. Instead, I turned the most interesting of my fans into friends, and deleted blogs. Repeatedly. keep reading »
April 10th, 2009
Me: You know how ancient symbols can be kind of ambiguous?
Michael: what do you mean
Me: like the sign for air or wind might look like a squiggly line or a couple of squiggly lines, and someone might go, oh, that is a snake. Or a pack of snakes. And then be like, man, that’s a shitty drawing of a snake. i can make it a lot better. Then suddenly, you have snakes as symbols for air and wind. For no reason.
Michael: you have forgotten to account for flying snakes keep reading »
April 9th, 2009
In these dark, challenging economic times, it’s a relief to know that there are people out there who care. About your business card. And how easily destroyed it is. Well, I’m inspired. My new business cards sing songs, shoot confetti, and taste like strawberry jolly ranchers. They are also made of titanium. keep reading »
April 2nd, 2009
I was talking to a friend today, who’s still trapped in Higher Education Hell at my alma mater, Temple University. We were discussing Temple’s increasingly bizarre and ridiculous “security” initiatives in which they make it next to impossible to access their secure site AND actually do what you need to do there. Between ridiculously fast log out time (”whoops, you were idle for twelve seconds. We logged you out for your protection.”), and their mandatory password changes, in which you must think up – and somehow remember – increasingly complex passwords using characters most people have never seen before (next year, apparently, they’ll be requiring Russian alphabet characters), it’s almost impossible to successfully log in on the first try, if at all. keep reading »
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