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Sea of Mess (or) Neurosis Bombs Over Boston
So I am now crouching in my completely untidy apartment, feeling more than a little drained.
Yesterday I stayed home and slept all day, because I woke up feeling sick. And by sick, I mean as close as I ever feel to sick, which is that I woke up feeling like I'd been hit in the head with a sack of bricks, and decided that yesterday was a ( Read more... ) -
...I Can Has Fall Now? (or) Every Time You Post on LiveJournal, God Kills a Lolcat
I have seven minutes left at my desk, and I may have just given up on the project I was attempting to finish before I left work today. It's not getting fixed in seven minutes, and I'm not ducking into a telephone booth to change into Photoshop Girl, so it looks as if it will just have to wait for a fresh jolt of inspiration tomorrow morning.
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Today is a Good Day (or) Good Day, All Day
Project:
Duplicate Allison's fall! The bullet points:
A. Assist with logistics of major laptop deployment and network reconfiguration for non-profit organization.
Subsidiary project: Ensure that actual overseer of laptop deployment and network reconfiguration does not perform stress-induced swan-dive out of nonprofit organization window, resulting ( Read more... ) -
Eventual Dominion (or) I, For One, Welcome our Robot Overlords with Open Arms
A conversation I had today went something like this:
Conversant: I think computers will be running our lives soon anyway. There will be no more typos, becuase they'll just read our minds and know what we want.
Me: Yes. And our toasters will be running for president. And we will vote for them like the happy technoslaves we will, inevitably, be ( Read more... ) -
Good Morning, Cruel World! (or) Life Decisions I Can't Make Under the Influence of Too Much Caffeine
Friends, Bostonians, Countrymen:
After a (somewhat) extended silence, I mark my triumphal return to LiveJournal with the following caveat:
My life is boring.
Now, I don't mean really stunningly boring, you understand. I'm not a manufactured-clothing inspector (Proudly Verified by #9), or a data-entry specialist (=SUM(B5:B9)+10/37), or a public policy ( Read more... ) -
Thursday is the New Friday (or) Naptacular
All afternoon Harvard Square has been haunted by an eldritch half-light - the kind that means a storm is on its way. Looking out the windows makes me feel exhausted - though I can hear the central A/C blowing beneath my feet, the gray-green air outside the office makes me feel the June heat in spite of myself. My throat constricts. The air in ( Read more... ) -
Workout-Aholic (or) You Can Sleep When You're Dead
I'd like to present you, my faithful readers, with the following schedule ( Read more... ) -
Sorry, Kids, a Work Ethic Means Less LiveJournal (or) No News is Good News?
Um, hey.
So I have been relatively busy during the past few weeks, getting work done at my job, for which I am paid.
I've watched the NBA finals, cooked a fair amount, and gone running. I am now officially training for a half-marathon, which I plan to run sometime in late August. If
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Ooooo (or) Hmmmm
So after months of idle poking on the internet, I have finally found a gym that interests me a little closer to my work. In fact, the Cambridge YMCA is only one T stop up from Harvard and directly on the path of my morning and evening commute.
And it offers racquetball. That's right, tennis in a room. Leave it to the sixties to take a wholesome ( Read more... ) -
Another Love Letter (and) Again, One Suprisingly Not Addressed to Beckett
Dear Adobe Photoshop Magic Eraser,
At first I thought that your name was a silly exaggeration. But I take it back. You are magic.
Please understand that I honor and support your supernatural powers and will do my best to use them only for good.
Faithfully,
Allison
P.S.
Dear Sam - I still love you. Endgame was great. Thanks for teaching me about ( Read more... )