Amazingly enough…

Nothing new or exciting to report on. Work’s been pretty low-key. I’ve been playing a lot of Flash games making myself excited to get MX at home. Soon. We’re preparing for Halloween here at work.. it’s taken a lot more time and energy than I think should be applied to something that isn’t very productive.. but, whatever. If we win, we get a pizza party. I’m not interested. No new links to share either.

moon phases

My calendar says it’s going to be a full moon tonight, though it was very full last night. I never know if it means sometime after midnight on the 21st, or some time before midnight on the 21st. Which night is it? Regardless, I’m blaming my off mood on the moon. They almost rhyme.

ohmigod

Okay, so Kurt had to exchange his game controller for one that works. This meant a trip to Best Buy. I wondered, aloud, what I was going to get? Well, I got this . So it’s kinda frivilous, but I stare at the computer soooo much, that it’s got to have some positive impact on my eyeballs.

cool site finds

Once again, I’m awake at all hours of the night. I got sooo tired at 9 and came home after a bloody mary and promptly passed out. This made me miss the show at the Crystal. Anyhow, here’s a cool site I just found. Even if you can’t find anything cool among all of her links (which is doubtful), it’s very pretty just to look at. On another note: Cottage cheese. Sometimes I really like it, and sometimes it just has that taste that makes you wonder if the date on the container is in the past or future. I’m not getting up to check because I just bought the damn thing. It had better not be expired.

i’m a g33k

So, I started a webring. I feel like I should go to an Internet Users Anonymous meeting. You can join from here. I wish that you would since I’m the only member right now. It’s kind of sad at the beginning.

disclaimer: this is not something that moms or family members want to read. So I’m at the bar last night, enjoying my time. Kurt got done early because Liz needed some hours. He’s sitting at the bar, chatting with a couple that we met at Dave and Mary’s “wedding party” about a month before Kurt and I got hitched. So, I know them what, 5 minutes? Anyhow, it’s almost time to go, so I go get Kurt. The second I arrive the couple (both!) turn to me and say, “Are you going to have kids?” Dammit! Who the f*ck are you? Why do I want to discuss /any/ of my future intentions with you, let alone my desire to have or not to have children? And why, all of a sudden in this age of single-mothers, does a marriage automatically mean children are right around the corner? Do you think before you talk? What if I’ve gone through a horrible disease and am not able to have children and do not want you asking me? What if Kurt is sterile and this is a sore topic? (none of the aforementioned is true, by the way) What if I just don’t know and I don’t want to talk to you about it? How do I say, “That is none of your business.” without sounding like a jacka*s? So here’s what happened. I said (my standard answer), “I don’t like kids.” *Immediately*, the male of the couple (whom I know has 2 teenagers), says, “Kids are awesome! I love them.. blahblahblahblah!” and the woman (not the mother of the teenagers), “Good for you! Kids are terrible. I have to deal with two teenagers every day! Blahblahblahblah!” This ensued for about 5 minutes when I finally said, “I’m going to go over there and sit down and not talk about children.” Why? That’s all I really want to know. I’m adding, to my list, children as one of the top four things you do not discuss with someone that you barely know. The other three are religion, politics, and abortion.

Good eats!

Ohmigod! Dinner at Harvest was the most fantastic meal I’ve ever eaten. Thanks to Bob’s suggestion, Kurt and I went there last night to celebrate our one-month anniversary of marriage. I don’t want to spend too much time explaining things here, because there will be a review up before the weekend is over. Awesome. That’s all I can say.

link!

Holy crap, _now_ I have something to do at work tomorrow. This site looks totally fun. I am such a sucker for tutorials.

a night spent in

Though Kurt knows I don’t really care for movies, he suggested going out to see one last night. By the time I got home from work, I was completely exhausted so I tried to take a nap. I was wakened by the sound of banging dishes. He thought I was in the computer room, as opposed to sliding slowly (but not painlessly!) into dreamland. We decide to rent movies and get a pizza. It’s Trivia Tuesday down at Bongo Video. This means you get a free non-new-release if you answer a random trivia question correctly. I stayed home to wait for the food and Kurt went to get the movies. He brings back Shrek, The Salton Sea, and My First Mister. Knowing that he could watch whatever he wanted after I went to bed, we popped in My First Mister. This movie is possibly the worst thing I’ve ever seen, aside from Zoolander. Poor (sad, not lacking in monitary status), spiteful, gothic girl with piercings and tattoos sheds her hardware (a little too quickly) to get a job at some men’s clothing mall-store. Her boss, who took kindly to her (also a bit quickly), is an anal-retentive magazine-addicted loner. They make friends. She falls in love with him (red light! red light! she’s 17, he’s 48? (my stomach is turning.) He passes out while jogging. We turn the DVD off. It’s probably the first time I’ve actively stopped watching a movie with no intention of ever seeing the end. As you can see, I /do not/ recommend it.

Sleep?

Again with the waking up at all hours. I guess when I’m tired at 10:30 I should tape my eyes open and stay up til midnight. This sure makes for a difficult time rolling my as* out of bed when the alarm goes off in 3. On another note: I need to find a small, interesting, freelance web job. For something to do. I love work and stuff, but I have consciously removed myself from most design responsibilities. I can’t do it there. There are too many big noses and opinions, and too much statistical data backing up the marketing. It has become so that it doesn’t seem interesting enough. Maybe it’s just me, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t do a little on the side. :)