I am addicted to applications for the iPhone.  I swear, the battery runs out because of my need to play skee ball when stuck on those office calls that I really have no reason to be on, other than the fact that someone has decided I should be on them.

I stopped using my backpack for work due to the fact that I kept loading it up with more and more ( Read more... )

There goes the plan to read the two closest to the bed:  hot in my grubby hands is  copy of Linda Lovelace's Ordeal.

I just hope that I learn more from Linda than I did from Rick James.  Hey, I never claimed to be reading Finnegan's Wake (a difficult read if there ever was one).

Not that I'm promising much, other than the fact that I will actually attempt to post more often.  As usual, do not expect anything interesting, more than likely it will be useless. 

I do recognize the fact that I should have spent this past half hour or so working so that I can have some time to do some personal calls [oh come on, we all do them at the office] later.  Instead I have tried to catch up as best I could on posts.

Priorities, right?

The Boy is having a meeting right now with someone who sounds like Murray from Flight of the Conchords.  Would it be wrong to ask him to take role just so that I could laugh?

I was tempted to purchase a recipe book at the bookstore yesterday.  Would it be wrong to use it to organize take-out menus?

Just back from seeing Dark Knight on the IMAX screen. Very good, glad I saw it on the big screen instead of waiting for DVD. One thing though?

FARMER TED WAS IN IT?

DAMN!

I left work a bit early on Friday to deal with the headache that is the wedding invite situation (semi-resolved) and found myself wandering the aisles of Target. It was a location that I had not been to in a while, so it was a bit of a shock to walk around and see the state it was in. In fact, just when I was thinking to myself that it had become ( Read more... )

I have a million (and one) half written posts ready to go - everything from random thoughts on traffic, on cake, on friends, life and more cake. On a surprise appearance by Neil Gaiman at a screening I went to way back in October (yeah, that long ago) to my disbelief that I wasn't annoyed by Sex and the City. To being upset that Sting ruined ( Read more... )

Consider yourselves saluted:


http://www.triedtorock.blogspot.com/A Where Are They Now? for those who never were, then ( Read more... )

Diving Bell has been returned. Now if only I could work on The Graduate.