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Thanks to Nala for reminding me about this website, it’s a lot of fun: “Parking Spots” www.dubster.com/cars It’s a site where people hold up small model cars to parking spaces and then take a pictre to try to make it look like th car is really in the spot. It’s really a fun site. People make no effort to hide their hands, etc. It’s really a fun site.

That reminded me of this other funny car site I saw once a long time ago: Crash Bonzai. Check it out.

The Love Actually DVD was on my doorstep when I got home tonite, so I won’t
be on the computer for a while if at all tonite. I’m whipped from moving.
(I’m on the couch w/ my wifi-equipped Clie.)

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I love this blog: ljcfyi.com
She always has kewl finds on there, like the plastic soldier bowl.

I need to go to bed.

I’m sad because there are no 24-hour sushi bars in this town.

When I hear certain words, sometimes sterotypical images come to mind. I know it’s all in MY own head, but still, it happens sometimes.

Like I when I hear “married lady“, or “that girl is married“, I automatically picture some dumpy housewife or some super-perky tennis wife w/ whitened teeth, or a soccer-mom w/ a mini-van and a ton of rugrats. I don’t know how many people picture a fast-car-lovin’, handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror, blue-streaked hair, computer geek when the phrase “married girl” is uttered.

I’ve heard so many chicks say to me “my husband this“, “my husband that”, “My husband needs to paint the birdhouse“, “my husband needs to air out the camper“. It makes me wonder, does your “husband” have a name? Does he even have an identity anymore? (I don’t mean people who use the word at all, I mean the people who fail completely to EVER use the husband’s first name.)

If I was that “husband”, I’d be wringing that “wife’s” neck.

I once worked w/ a guy who when his wife called, before he’d hang up the phone he’d say; “I’ll see ya later, lover“. I always thought that if I ever got hitched that I’d strive for that kind of thing. To me that’s more romantic. The words “wife”, “husband”, “married”, get under my skin. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s all the ball-and-chain jokes, all the “marriage is death” mindsets. Maybe it’s some deep psychological thing from my childhood. Maybe I’m just weird.

I’m just not traditional. I don’t want kids, I live in suburbia only because I love the house we found. But sometimes I think “why did we move here?“. The neighborhood is infested w/ offspring and whiney parents who’d rather complain than teach their children to mind cars while playing in the streets. I get the evil-eye when I go 10 BELOW the speed-limit because my car looks and sounds fast. (My neighbor noticed the same thing, he drives a bright-yellow sports car.)

To me marriage can be a good thing w/ the right people. But I’d never want to be somebody’s just-a-housewife / second mother / maid / identity-less husband / slave / live-in handyman.

Maybe I’m just paranoid. I just want to be known for me, for who I am, for what I am like, not as a label. But I guess we all want that. =:D

I’m so tired I can hardly stand it. I haven’t worked this hard in ages. I hate moving. I’m glad it’s not me that’s moving, but still, I hate the moving process. I don’t even have the energy to answer most of my emails.

If I ever have to move again, if I can’t afford those kind of movers that pack everything for you, I’m packing a suitcase and taking my laptop and that’s it!

I am so sick of spam.

I am almost 100% spam-free, but when that few slip thru the cracks, it REALLY pisses me off.

Either spammers are picking off email addresses from IMAGES of email addresses or the javascript Email Obfuscators just don’t work anymore.

No, I don’t want to talk to Naked “Ann”…
No, I don’t like YOU Naked “Annie”…
And “Jesse”, did you know you have a twin sister named Ann?

I hate spam. I hate spam. I hate spam. It’s almost like, if I got a ton of spam like alot of people do I could just filter it out. But because I’m so obsessive about BEING spam-free, I get really bugged when I get three.

I forgot to approve the last few comments that people posted. But I approved them just now. Sorry if your comments took a long time to show up. Didn’t mean to leave them unapproved. Just busy/tired.

Off to help mom move. Will probably only have time for moblogging.

So my mom is moving to a new place. The apt. complex that she’s leaving, she’s lived there 14 years or so. Before the 1br she’s in now, she and I lived in a 2br together for a long time, about 10 years. When I moved out of there, and especially when she moved out of the 2br to move to the 1br, I realized something scary: I had lived in that apartment longer than I had ever lived anywhere else.

It’s a nice apt, but certainly nothing special.

I am plagued by dreams of the first house I ever lived in, a gorgeous 2-story colonial home in a nice neighborhood. I’m always having dreams about that house, but I only lived there the first 6 or so years of my life. But I feel so attached to it.

My new house is very similar to that first house I lived in as a child and I couldn’t be happier. But I’m still constantly dreaming about that first house in my sleep.

But it just seems weird to have spent the most years of my life in that little 2br apartment that I was never particularly attached to.

Now tomorrow Mom is leaving that complex for good (Hey we’re movin’ on up, yeah we’re movin’ on up…). It’s just weird.

About had a heart attack today. Got an email from Amazon that said “your order has been shipped“. I got ALL excited thinking my iPod Mini was finally on it’s way early, but it wasn’t. It was my order for the Love Actually DVD. I LOVE that flick. I’ll be glad when it gets here. (but I wish my iPod Mini would hurry up!) Ack!

On Call For Help they mentioned Orkut.com (among others) as a neat networking site, an alternative to Friendster, which I already determined I’m not happy with.

I go to join and find out it’s Invite Only. You’d think they’d mention that on the segment. If they did, I missed it and I watched that segment twice. So, I think the whole thing is stupid, it’s like a big online clique and I left that shit back in high school. I’d LIKE to join ANYWAY because I’m curious about it and would like to check it out. But I wish they’d make it more open.

UPDATE: I use this address for sites like Orkut:
LaseroneNetworkingTAKETHISPARTOUT@spamex.com

UPDATE: Ok, I got invited (thank you!) … and have joined Orkut and I also signed up w/ BlogPod.com

Thanks to Buffy.nu:

Charisma Carpenter nude on playboy, “all photos”.

Oh no, I’m gonna get googled all to hell now.

Mom is getting ready to move and I have been so busy helping out. I feel good about it but I’m popped and wishing I had more time to do me-stuff.

I want to work on my photoblogs. I want to resurrect my old website from ’96 just for fun and link to it here. I want to surf. I want to go thru my photography.

I’ll find time. I will. Just not today.

I came home after dinner and crashed hard for a nap. Now that I’ve napped, I’m not tired so I can’t go to bed early, and I was supposed to go to bed early and get up early as tommorrow is The Big Move. Crap.

I could not go to sleep now even if I did go to bed. But now tomorrow I’ll be sick-tired when I have to do manual labor.

Sucks!

Too tired to blog. Helping mom get ready to move, so tired. Tired. Must go to bed.

I once read that one of the best exercises for becoming a better photographer was to go into your own yard every day for a… month (?) and every day take one picture. This forces you to see things differently, to look for the photograph, to get creative.

I’m thinking of making a photoblog project where each day for a month I take one photo of/in/from my back yard (or just yard). It’d be fun for me and… interesting.

My cat seemed to be noticing the infrared coming from the remote control just now.

I wonder if she can see infrared or if she just thought the hand motion was that of Me getting ready to play w/ her and the laser pointer.

I’m beginning to hate audible.com. They canNOT get my clie working w/ their software and they continue to try to ignore me and then send me inane emails asking me questions they already asked me and asking me to list EVERY piece of software on my machine. The story is too long for me to explain, but it’s not the clie, it’s their software, I’ve tried THREE computers, (2000, 98, and xp) and it just won’t work.

Damn my blog takes forever to “rebuild all files”.

Today is JERK DAY. I have seen more jerks in one day today than I have in a long time. Jerks in line at Lowes, Jerks on the road being DELIBERATE. I hate people.

According to Fark, “Pissing in the shower can help treat or prevent athlete’s foot“.

I’m tired. Did alot of work today getting my mom ready to move.

I’m sad that Angel is ending. The WB just refuses to renew it.

How the HELL did it get to be 4am?!?

I have to say that now that I’ve done business w/ both, I can recommend TigerDirect.com and eCost.com.

We get great deals and have had no problems.

I finally got the U30 I wanted. (sony cybershot dsc-u30 tiny digital camera). I even got the blue color I wanted. I did a size-comparison before with it.

I kept checking prices and the thing was always $300 ($299). I found it at ecost.com for $150. Even w/ shipping it’s the cheapest I’ve found. I really love it.

It’s smaller than it’s brother the waterproof U60. I really love it.

I’m going to be putting some stuff up on ebay to offset the cost/guilt of this awful habit of camera-collecting.

Wow. I’m really amazed.

I started surfing the web for “bible covers” and “bible organizers” and was amazed at all the different styles you can get! (remember, I’m looking because they make perfect cases for my laptop.)

Camo… denim… bright colors… fine leather… and tons more. For sure, they vary in size. When I was at the book store today, many were TOO big for my tiny laptop. But get out the tape measure and grab yourself a really awesome case/tote/sleeve/bag for your P1120. =:D

Like I said earlier, I got this great Messenger Bag from Old Navy today, and I thought “what if I put Ike in there?” (“Ike” is what I call my teeny tiny Fujitsu P1120 laptop). If I put little ol’ Ike in there, he’ll roll around uncontrollably. So I thought, “gee, if only I could find a nice little snuge sleeve for him“.

So then I was in Books-A-Million and they had this BIBLE case. I got an idea. So I started playing around w/ the different sizes, and BAM! A nice leather “bible case” fits Ike JUST PERFECTLY! It’s leather so it’s a bit cushion-y.

But it’s got this cross on it. Now, I’m not against Jesus or christianity, but I AM sick to death of the turbo christians here in the south and I IN NO WAY want any southern turbo-christians to look at me and go “ohhhh, she’s my sister!” NOT!!!!!

So I’ll be putting my vampire patch over that cross. I feel evil, but I’m not. It’s just that in THIS town, you bear a cross and it says WAY more than, a) it used to, and b) what it might say in other areas of the country/world.

I’ve had it w/ the southern turbo-christians and I will not bear any of their icons. They stole jesus and the cross from me.

(funny, there’s a GREAT book called “Stealing Jesus“.)

UPDATE 1: Will add pix of new “laptop” case later.

UPDATE 2: I told M: “I shoulda got one of those tacky Thomas Kinkade EMBROIDERED bible cases, then NOBODY would steal the laptop!”

UPDATE 3: Ok, I uploaded pix of my new “bible”/laptop case:
http://www.laserblog.com/gallery/00shared/BibleLaptopCase/
It’s black leather (or fake leather, I don’t know) w/ a cross branded in it. I’m going to put a patch over that.

I went to Old Navy today and got a great Messenger Bag. The tag said $22.50. But when I went to pay it was only $10!!! Great deal. Tons of pockets, rugged.

But all of the bags were up on a top rack too far to reach, even for a tall person.

I wanted to see one bag, so they got this guy to CRAWL up the stair-stepped wooden shelf and grab onto the metal wall piece. Then later I saw a better style of bag and a girl had to do the same thing.

I said “why don’t you leave poles around?” and she said “because too many kids almost got hurt running with them playing jousting games“.

So corporate Old Navy would rather risk breaking the necks of their employees than risk bing sued by some dumb-ass parent who didn’t keep an eye on their kid!

Fuckin’ backwards if you ask me.

Today M and I were talking. This weekend is that triathlon. We were going to go but I kept putting off the planning. Then when it came right down to it, I started getting all weird about it. Feeling sad. Like, I want to go and cheer this guy on, but the memory of my brother is still so strong, I just keep crying whenever I even think about driving up to watch this guy compete. I miss my brother so much, I just think I’d get to emotional. I feel like I should go, but I just think I’ll be too sad, and he would not want me to be sad.

More kewl bags:
ChromeBags.com

Textamerica, THE place to moblog, got a compliment on nationwide television the other day. Cat on Call For Help (on TechTV) recommended Textamerica Moblogging to a caller, and she said that “it’s the best one” and “they know what they are doing on this website“.

I think everyone should have a moblog. (mine)

Saw this on Call For Help:

Timbuk2.com: Have a custom bag made: duffel bags, yoga bags (w/ a slot for your yoga mat), laptop bags… all totally customizeable.

It’s been one of those days. I get up and “real quick” wanna upload some photos to the web for my mom, and my computer crashes repeatedly, resulting in the whole thing taking WAY longer than it should have.

Then I go for gas and a car wash. Before I pull in I make sure that the car wash doesn’t have cones in front of it. It’s one of the few touch-free car washes around. I fill up, get in line, wait for 2 or 3 other cars to go through, then as SOON as it’s my turn, the damn thing breaks. Doesn’t it just figure?

So, rather than drive too far away, I figure I’ll go to a Kinko’s t-mobile hot spot to surf for a while. Do ya think THAT worked??? OH no, of course not. I spend 40 minutes just trying to get online.

Now that I’m logged on, I have to pee, and if I close the laptop it’ll go to sleep logging me off. I called t-mobile today and they told me that if you log on and back off and back on several times in an hour, you’ll be charged for multiple hours. You have to CALL to get them to reverse it. So I sit here blogging, waiting for the car wash to be fixed, having to pee, and wondering why I didn’t just stay the f*ck home.

Pix of the new baby swans, taken w/ the D60, have been uploaded.

.:PHOTOS:.

I went to a local science museum to see these baby swans that were just born, and there was this ADORABLE Sun Conure in a cage w/ the most beautiful rainbow colors. Whenever you’d talk to him, he’d show off, it was SO CUTE! He’d show off all his feathers for you, going into contortions and everything. He’d put his wing over his head and then peek at you from underneath it, then he’d put his tail way up for you to see how pretty it was. It was so adorable!

I took pix w/ my Canon D60, here are the Sun Conure pix, the swan pix will come later, hopefully tomorrow (tuesday):
http://www.laserblog.com/gallery/114/

My allergies are killing me. I slept 14 hours last night (!) and woke up tired and dizzy. I was up only half an hour and I was falling asleep at the computer. I took a bunch of allergy meds and MADE myself get out of the house. Ever run a million errands sick to death w/ a head cold? That’s how it felt. I wanted to die. I went for sushi, went to the grocery store, went to the library, then went to this science museum and took pix of some new baby swans.

I hope I’m not sick. I don’t want to be sick. I felt spacey today and am not sure if it was the allergies or the allergy meds. I was DIZZY as much as anything else, too. When I went to bed last night the room was spinning like I’d never felt before in my life. When I got up at 6am for a bathroom run, I was tipping-over-drunk-like. When I got up I was less dizzy, but still dizzy. I hate this. I hope I won’t be sick tommorrow.

That stuipd firewire problem (i.e. Firewire just plain DOESN’T WORK!) is keeping me from downloading pix onto my pc. So here I am on the laptop w/ the (slower) USB card reader.

Cripes.

Overheard at the sushi bar:
“I love tofu”
uh…
But WHY?!? I’ll eat it but it’s tasteless, so how can anyone “love” it?

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