Holy crap, _now_ I have something to do at work tomorrow. This site looks totally fun. I am such a sucker for tutorials.
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.
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. :)
I’m no longer a moron. I sacrificed a little flexibility to get my archive looking right. But damn if relative style sheets will be the death of me.
Unless you’re over 60, no one should be. I got home from hanging out with Kelli, Adam and Joan at 1:15 and immediately fell into bed. I woke up just now with my nose and toes almost frozen off. Which means our furnace just got turned back on for the winter. It smells kind of “old”. But it sucks because the thermostat is in the living room (which is the sunniest and warm room in the house) leaving the bedrooms and bathroom to be continuously cold. And another thing. If you work 3rd shift and live on the first floor under someone who probably doesn’t, (you know this because you’ve lived here for over a year) don’t play your f*cking music so loud at 5:30a. I can’t sleep in my bed because I don’t share the same schedule with aforementioned neighbor. I can’t sleep in Kurt’s bed cuz his room is an ice cube and I can’t sleep on the couch because there’s a Kurt there.
Only after an hour or so of set-up and config, Moveable Type is powering this here baby. Have I mentioned that I desperately need some girl scouts to come over and wash my car for $5? It’s filthy, inside and out. George came over and we got the A/C out of the window. We won’t be using it again next year cuz it’s old and not energy-efficient. It’s sitting up in the attic if any big strong boys want to come over and take it. Free.
SO! This f-ing thing pops up at work while I’m trying to find pictures for a new haircut. I freaked out, closed all the windows, cleared my cache and history, and rebooted my machine.. all the while my heart is racing and my face is turning red. So yea, there might have been some links to porno sites on the pages with girls and their short hair, but hell, I wasn’t looking at that! So I get home and “reproduce the problem” and see that I freaked out over some lame program that cleans off your hard drive so your “boss, family, mom, dad, husband, wife” doesn’t know what you’ve been looking at. When did we all of a sudden get so untrustworthy? Who the f*ck cares what I look at on my computer? At least it’s not porn!
So, yea.. I’m staying home from work today. I can’t really afford it, but I wasn’t feeling well when I woke up. I’m actually doing a lot better now. Some hot food is cooling for me and then I should be all rejuvenated. Another note, a site I actually spent time on today was Whats Her Face?
RUh-Roh Shaggy. Looks like the illness infesting my house isn’t confined here at all. I left work today at 1 to come home and sleep. Kurt’s still in bed, but that’s cuz he has to work tonight. I got all mentioned ‘n sh*t in my friend’s blog