I don't know why I want to write about September 11th, but I've been in a funk all day and can't seem to shake it, so it seems right, somehow.

Where were you? ( September 11th, 2001 )

Because I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. For instance: last night, I dreamt that as I was driving down the highway, I kept seeing clothes without owners--like, whole outfits--lying in the road with a big blood spatter where the head would be. (Blech.) This is weird enough, but you know how in dreams you just go along with it-- "Oh ( Read more... )

While on vacation in California, after turning into the parking lot of the wrong hotel in Monterey for the second time, I informed Anonymous that she was traveling with an idiot. She pooh-poohed this and informed me that I was no such thing, but if she'd been with me today, she might have retracted that opinion ( Read more... )

So I found a name for my car (with Liz's help): it has been dubbed Badtz-Maru, my all-time favorite Sanrio character. (He looks like this, by the way.) I can't imagine why it didn't occur to me before.

And I swear, this isn't becoming a video blog, but you have to check this out--Human Invaders!

This video is . . . I just . . . Dear God. David Hasselhoff must be stopped. Deprogrammed, detoxed, emasculated, something. I think this is, hands-down, the worst "music" "video" I've ever had the misfortune of seeing. Behold the Hasselhoff as he leaps from one horribly fake, dachsund-infested locale to another, apparently mistaking himself for ( Read more... )

I got a new car. It's a black '06 Scion xA, and I love it very much. It needs a name, though. My mom suggested calling it The Bat, and while I kind of like it, I don't think it's really menacing enough to deserve that name. Suggestions?

And now, a meme I ganked from Anonymous:

1. Elaborate on your default icon.It's a picture of me in San ( Read more... )

I want to talk about something that is uncomfortable, even painful, for people to hear. It's not something that's often broached in polite conversation, nay, in conversation at all. What I have to say, however, must be said.

This constant Mexican standoff in the ladies' room at work has got to stop ( Read more... )

The highlights of my pictures from California are up on Flickr. Feel free to peruse ( Read more... )

Last Friday, I awoke and went to the bathroom of my Monterey hotel room and regarded myself in the mirror. My feet were black from playing on the beach in Carmel the night before, my eyes and nose were runny from the cold I'd contracted somewhere between the Pride Parade and Japantown, and my arms were peeling so profusely from sunburn that it ( Read more... )

I checked my mail today and pulled out the usual stuff: the weekly coupon dump, cable offer, student loan consolidation offer, etc. There was also a thick envelope with a regular old stamp on it. I take it all up to my apartment to sort out. The only interesting thing is the thick envelope, addressed to Michele P. at my address. I get a lot of ( Read more... )