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Bad mood. The internet seems slow. Gamespot.com is a wreck after it’s “redesign”. (yes I’m sure they’ll fix it all, rah rah gamespot, etc etc) My “benign directional vertigo” or FUCKING DIZINESS is back AGAIN! Stumbling around a like a drunk while taking the dog out and getting the mail – what must the neighbors think!? I’m in a REALLY bad mood right now and I have no idea why. I guess I’ll go to bed, it’s late anyway. 3:40am

I can’t get Phantom of the Opera songs out of my head.
But that’s ok, it’s great stuff.

I think Arby’s causes mega GAS.

I love this icon I made:

All these super-huge, super-devistating hurricanes are SCARING ME. I live in Fl. I’m worried. They SAY it’s not global warming, but why is it that they’re all so huge and powerfull all of a sudden? I want to move to a hurricane, earthquake and tornado free area. Hmmm… Toronto?

Home safe from the trip. Very tired. Gainesville Florida is just beautiful. Hills, lots of real trees, a bit cooler, and no old farts, college students all over the place! I’d love to live there. It’s SO different from south Fl. Down here it’s painfully hot, disgustingly humid, there’s nothing to do and it’s nothing but old farts.

The dogs had fun taking a trip, we put up a pet barrier in the car and they had a huge area to run around in. The Motel 6 allows dogs but the bed sucked and so we didn’t sleep at all.

We visited a veterinary-behaviorist to hopefully help M’s basket-case dog. We’ll see how that goes.

I’m still tired.

This is my birthday week! w00t!

Gonna take a road trip w/ the dogs sunday eve and Monday, so check the moblog for updates!

I’m buying a trailer in the north part of town with all the poor rednecks, where it’s cheap, because at least then it’ll be MY place and i can keep it CLEAN. Not only can I not get any help cleaning this huge house, but now m’s fucking retarted dog has shit in the dining room and then M inadvertantly stepped in it and tracked thru the
dining room,
living room,
foyer,
stairs,
upstairs hallway,
bedroom AND
bathroom.

THE WHOLE HOUSE ON TOP OF BEING A CLUUTER MESS NOW SMELLS NOT JUST OF SHIT BUT OF *ESKIE SHIT* WHICH IS THE WORST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Went to bed early (well, early for me) last night and still slept the day away.

I’m in a bad mood.

F8ck.

I went for a walk last night w/ the neighbors and today my legs are sore. HOW out of shape am I? I miss the gym for a week and I’m that sore? Geezus.

f8ck f8ck f8ck

bad mood

cranky

Someday, before I die, I am going to own a circa 1996 CELTIC BLUE PEARL Mitsubishi Eclipse! Just LOOK at that gorgeous color:

I think heaven is that color.

I once saw a convertible one that had a gray top and gray interior, and it was so beautiful I actually cried.

Another hurricane is coming. Or is it Tropical Storm? Who knows. Either way, it’ll hit the other coast first, so wind is not an issue, but localized flodding will be, and with a leaky house, water intrusion is the real issue; leaky walls, leaky windows, leaky roof. *sigh* I want to move to Toronto. I want to move to Toronto. I want to move to Toronto.

It’s gonna be another one of those nights. M has to go in to work at like 4am which means he’ll be going to bed super mega early, which means that I’ll be up, bored, lonely. Want to chat w/ me on IM tonight? Keep me company, look me up. I’ll be on IM if I’m not reading or watching tv… and I’ll probably be alternatly reading, watching tv, and sitting on the computer. This sux. They don’t pay him enough to constanly be going in at 4am, 2am, 6am, working late, being on call 24/7, going 3 years without a raise. This is bullshit.

We went to Miami and back today. Check moblog for road trip pix.

I’m working on making a folder of my very best photos. I have SO many photos online that when I want to show a new person my photography, I’m not sure where to send them. I’ve sent people to my online galleries and had them say “oh, there were just SO many photos, I didn’t look at that many“, so they may have missed my very best photos. So I’m sorting and making one difinitive collection to send people to if they want just a quick look.

Today I met w/ a lady from the Unitarian Church again. She’s really nice. Down here in Florida you have to get along with all ages or you’ll find yourself alone. Some 73 year olds are really with it! This lady has a camera even more complex than mine and she’s doing really well with it. My mom is 73 and uses a Palm Pilot, a computer, downloads music (rock n roll no less!), emails, surfs, you name it.

Went to Olive Garden tonight. M and I always make fun of it but they have this dish that is to DIE for, the Steak Gorgonzola Alfredo Pasta which has steak in it which is as tender as freakin’ filet mignon and has this FLAVOR that I just can’t place. It’s so good (and so fattening).

I’m keeping up w/ the news and talking about it alot w/ _M_, but by the time I get around to blogging it’s old news, and I hate being one of those bloggers that talks about yesterday’s news.

I’m searching for a Subaru Outback wagon. I love that car, I always have. That and the Eclipse are my favorite car. If I replace my eclipse w/ an Outback, I’ll eventually get a used Eclipse since I really love the older body style better than the newer body style anyway [although the newEST body style is awesome!]. That, or M might get a used MR2. But either way we’ll keep the Z cuz that’s like, the ultimate.

Anyway, the Outback I want new is like $30k. But I’d be ok w/ like a 2 year old one, but we found a couple new ones at a discount cuz they were probably Dealer Demos or something. Those are the best if you can find them (my family is in the car business, too bad they don’t sell Mitsus or Subarus).

Why an Outback? I hate sport utes and I want 4 wheel drive and the ability to put people in the back seat. Sometimes we drive my mom around and M’s Z has no back seat and my back seat is a death trap. Your head is about touching the glass and metal above. I knew a girl in high school who was asleep in the back of a jeep and the jeep hit a bump or something. She got slammed against the roll bar above her head and she died. That’s nuts!!! So when I got in my back seat recently, I realized it’s REALLY tight. So sometimes we drive my mom around, but ALSO… duhhhh du dun dun duuuuunnnnnnn!!!!!!!!

See, when they come down, which is usually about 4x a year, they have to drive because we effectively have no back seats. So they drive the rental and they can’t work all the buttons and usually the windows are LOCKED and the FART in the car with the WINDOWS SHUT. Also, the dad in law falls asleep at the wheel, crosses the line into oncoming traffic and slams on his brakes at green lights… EVERY VISIT.

So, I’ve wanted a car that’ll handle passengers for a long time. I hate sport utes and gas guzzlers. The small sport utes are cute but they’re a dime a f*cking dozen. If I see one more of these I’m going to freaking scream! I don’t want to be a sheep. The 4wd wagon is 4wd, takes passengers (moms and inlaws), telescopes, photography equipment, the dogs, won’t get stuck in the sand when geocaching, etc.

Idunno, it’s late, I’m babbling.

Ok, since beginning this post, I’ve finished my Portfolio of best photos: ..::PHOTOS::..

I feel like I’m getting so OLD. I don’t feel my age. I feel… 21… some days I feel 16. But I know I’ve been on the planet a long time. I’m doing a high-speed surf thru some images on flickr, and as I go thru I can recognize places just by nuances. I can tell Toronto from a very zoomed-in close-up on a building, and I even guess the building right. I can recognize Florida, which is depressing.

The show “six feet under” is utterly depressing but at least things are HAPPENING now as it winds down for good. Tonight was a lot of “everybody you know is going to die” (yeah I know)… “My brother just died!” (yeah, me too)… ‘as you get older there are LESS people around you, not more’ (I wonder about that alot)…

I feel young inside, but at the same time I’m feeling my age. It’s easier to gain weight, I’m tired all the time, people around me are all dying, I leak tears every day just about because I’m scared about how old my mother is. Yeah, but this is what happens when you watch sappy movies into the wee hours I guess.

Oh, and the entire house (not even 4 years old) smells like mold. We’ve had so many leaks[*] and now today it rained as usual (it rains EVERY day here in the summer) but it’s like the straw that broke the camels back and now today the whole house smells like mold, it’s awful.

(* west wall [dining room/living room] leaked 5 times, bathroom wall leaked 3 times, living room window, roof ridge vent leaked twice… ["but it's supposed to" -yeah right] …every window facing driving rain has leaked twice and that’s 6 windows, garage leaked 2 or 3 times [once roof, once flashing between roof and outer wall], the windows by the door, the wall by the door, and NOW the east wall is leaking [stucco + hole by hose spigot + screws in window sill], and the door frame hasn’t stopped leaking since we bought the house and now it’s black.]

We bleached the water-damaged wood by the door and on the east wall that has yet to be fixed but the smell won’t go away. It’s a smell that’s a cross between bad stinky feet and a dirty piss-soaked cat litterbox.

I have nightmares when i sleep that this house is going to fall apart or float away. You hear these horror stories about what mold does to people’s health and brain capacity.

The smell is awful. We have to fix the doorframe and east wall, but it’s so hot out and rains every day that we’ve been putting it off, but I don’t think we can really put it off anymore. We bought mold test kits, I want to set them up NOW. Nevermind resale value, I don’t want to get sick.

I have to upgrade MT to get the tags plugin to work.
http://www.sixapart.com/pronet/weblog/2005/06/the_tags_power_.html
http://www.sixapart.com/pronet/plugins/plugin/tags.html

We picked up a CVS camcorder today so that we can hack it.

The Pug is asleep in his bed, on the couch, snoring, you can see the whites of his eyes, and his tongue is sticking out just a bit.

My new nickname according to the local Linux Users Group is “Gadget Girl”.

I can’t believe it, M left me! (well, moved to another table) We’re at a linux meetup now and they all decided to move tables around and now he’s at the other end of an arrangement of tables (19 people are expected) and now here I am booted into linux and he’s not nearby to help me. I can use linux, but I don’t know how to install software properly. I need to update Gaim so I can get the msn part of it working, but I don’t know how to uncompress and install software properly on linux. Ugh. OH well. At least there’s good food. *sigh*

I’m on a caffeine rush. I want to be early for the Linux Meetup tonight, but because I’m on a coffee caffeine rush I’m ready almost too early. So here I am.

I’m wearing my “I’m Blogging This” shirt.

Went for sushi today.

My boobs itch.

Damnit.

the south = hot = sweat = itch = want to move to toronto

Listened to Leo in the car and at the sushi bar on my pink ipod mini. Leo ROCKS.

I’m getting the caffeine shakes now.

Wheeee!

On my mind:

Going to bed, tired. Pugs rule. Religion sux. Reading lots of books. Watching lots of documentaries. The UU church is awesome, it’s not religion. Wondering about ALL religions. The afterlife. Atheism. Why did he take his own life?? Hungry. Hunger. Web design, photography, new friends/older people. Florida is older people. No new young friends. But friends are friends. The Pug at Pagan Animal Blessing Ceremony today. Crab in panang? Nice neighbors, cute new puppy they have. Why do I not go to bed? Fear of surrendering yet another day? Dread of the following day? Fear of dreams? Who reads this? It doesn’t matter, I write for me. But I do wonder.

Update. OOOHHHhhhh, I just realized it, it’s the nap we took from 4:30 to 8pm plus the coffee I had, no wonder I’m not tired. But M can sleep in spite of that nap. Why is that?

M is always saying he’d like to see a map of every single place a Sasha hair has been. My tabby cat is about 18 years old and in all those years, cat hairs have travelled with me to Canada, Ireland, New Jersey, and more. Hairs of hers were probably picked up in airplanes that went to other countries, etc. How cool would it be to actually see a real map of every single Sasha hair?

Then we got to thinking, and came up w/ the idea to put some of her hair in a book and then release it thru BookCrossing.com.

I’d love to send some of her hair around the world. In fact, when we got to Ireland I searched my suitcase for one of her hairs and we ceremonially released it into the Irish wind. It was great.

I’m not sure how it got to be Friday. This week just flew by.

Sometimes I actually get TOO introspective to blog. Like I feel it’s too much to try to put into words.

Today my friend S is here, she slept over last night and we’re gonna go run some errands today. We’ve been talking about religions, and it feels good to talk to somebody else about it who understands… “it” being how I hate organized religions and what I believe doesn’t fit any one religion.

We watched Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events last night on dvd, that was really neat. I LOVE the artwork in the special features and the credits.

What have I been up to? Mostly just surfing (digg.com etc.), listening to podcasts, reading books, and thinking about death and eating disorders.

Don’t have much to say. Not sure what’s for lunch (breakfast). I could go for sushi or Thai food, but not sure what S wants to eat.

I’ll probably moblog a bit today.

Wish I had more to say. Just not sure what to pull out of my head right now.

24.14.229.184 is an asshole and makes a habit of posting obcene, offensive, and (what he/she percieves as) insulting comments. What part of I USE A COMMENT APPROVAL SYSTEM don’t you get? What makes you think that your fucking stupid immature not-well-thought-out comments are going to get posted here? Yeah, *I* read it and I laughed my ass off at you, you pathetic little brainless insect. Your percieved annonymity is what you hide behind. Come out behind your anonymity and say it to my face you chicken shit. It is YOU, my child, who needs to get a FUCKING LIFE!

To all: This is my PERSONAL JOURNAL. If you don’t like what I have to say, then LEAVE. Insulting someone for what they write in their personal journal is the stupidest, most brainless, immature thing a person could possible do with their time. “WHAAAAaaaaaa! I don’t like that you think that way! WHAAAAAaaaaaa! WHAAAAAaaaaa!”

How the HECK did it get to be 4:43AM?!?!?!?

Someone went through the neighborhood sticking flags on everybody’s lawn, unasked. They hadn’t gotten to my house yet as we were on our way home, but by the time we left for dinner they had. I’m pissed. I took it up and put it in the house. I’m going to try to figure out who put it there- there’s a tag on it “courtesy of…” and it’s all washed out from the rain- must have been an ink jet printout. But I can see it’s a Coldwell-Banker something. I’m going to find this b*tch and send her the nastiest nasty-gram I can muster. Who the F*CK is she to put a flag on my lawn!? Who the f*ck is ANYBODY to decide how patriotic I am!? F*ck that!

I’m SO addicted to podcasts! =:o