June 2006

Sarah hit me tonight, people. Just letting everyone know, since when I dropped her off, she barely made it to her front door on her own power. I had a fun night (really) as the designated driver for her. It was hysterical, actually. Oh, and Sarah? You were so drunk, you sent me the same text message twice after I dropped you off. I assume the second one was intended as a response to my mocking, but still. The same message. Twice. HAHA

Where have I been? I’m not even sure! It’s been a busy time for me recently, but mostly I’ve lost the drive to blog recently. I think it’s just that I’ve been tired. And lazy.

Last week I had a fabulous three day weekend. Saturday and Sunday I got to hang out with Bryan, and then on Monday I got to take my first camping trip in ages. AGES. I went down to Big Sur with Amanda, Tommy, Savannah, and Sylvio. Tommy got us some sweet camp sites at Andrew Molera State Park, which was lucky because it’s all on a first-come-first serve basis. We were doing glorious car camping, which is my favorite kind. Amanda cooked up some amazing meals, and we ate like kings and queens.

Tuesday I had to leave at 11am to get to work on time. But before I left, Tommy and I went on a little hike out to the ocean, where we saw a beached humpback whale. It was “fresh,” said the marine biologists who were out there (with chainsaws) examining it. On the way back, my camera took a dive. Now it no-workee. Feh. I need to get a card reader, as my card still works, even though the camera doesn’t. I’ve got great pictures of Tommy next to the whale.

This last week at work has been great too. Our new hires finally started, and we’ve been doing their new hire orientations for the last five days. It’s great to have peeps now, since we’ve been going a little crazy in the office all on our own. Crazy, plus we’ve played an inordinate amount of bocce ball.

Also, my new favorite show while everything else is on hiatus? Huff.

My DVD player has died a very slow death. About six months ago, the door stopped opening. You’d push the button, but nothing would happen. Repeat about 40 times, and then sometimes the door would grind open if you were wearing the right socks and had sacrificed the right number of goats to the god who governs home theater equipment motors. Let’s just say I was never wearing the right socks.

After a lot of consternation involving buying myself an Amazon gift certificate (don’t ask), I was able to have my beautiful new player shipped out to me. After quite a bit of research (because I’m like that), I’d decided on the Denon DVD-1920. Having now gotten it all set up, I have to say that I love it. How could I not? In simple terms, I enjoy that the door opens when I tell it to. In more complicated terms, I like that I can get upconversion for the TV that I will eventually buy, as I refuse to commit to HD DVD formats until the stupid format war is over. I’m pleased with the black level adjustments, and can see the difference that the Faroudja technology makes.

The sound processing is much improved over our last set-up as well. My test DVDs came out. I vibrated out of my seat during the fantasy plane crash in Fight Club. (noug, my rebuttal to your opinion of this fine flick is coming. It is percolating.) Thank you Denon and my SVS PB10-ISD. And of course, my lovely Axiom speakers.

Next up? I’m not sure, but it’ll look great!

Rachel asks a good question: where are the best beaches in the world? Yahoo! posits their own list. Clearly I need to go spend more time at beaches so I can contribute more discussion to this topic. I do know that I really love the beach, water temperature be damned. Cold is fine!

How much do I love Threadless? So damn much. Ten dollar shirts! Reprints! New stuff! My favorite? It’s already out of print, but Meat is Murder. Tasty, Tasty Murder. In fact, we’re going to start using “tasty, tasty murder” as a new catch phrase at work.

Updated to tarski 1.1.3 today. Everything went smoothly, and I finally added some friendliness to the asides as implemented. Color boxes, titles (on the bottom), and the Bryan-friendly “wtf” label to indicate that my aside isn’t some sort of botched advert for mental lapses.

I’m still not quite savvy with the constants.php stuffs. Every time I use it, something breaks. So for now, I’m just adding my code directly to the files needed. I’ve made relatively few changes, so I don’t spend too much time doing it. I started commenting the changes as well, to more easily pull them out when needed. I suppose that by the time we get to a 1.2 theme release I’ll have a better handle on what’s up with both the constants.php and widgets. For now, I’m keeping it simple.

So after years and years of not eating tomatoes (unless cooked into a sauce or disguised as salsa), I have decided that when the tomato is right, it’s fantastic. I’ve had one a day for the last three days, and they’ve been a wonderful addition to my meal. Apparently this anti-tomato stance isn’t genetic like my family thinks.

After a hard day (some might say frightening) of interviewing potential employee candidates, it’s only right to go out and get your drink on. I went out with what I thought was just going to be the girls (more on this in a moment) to Molly MaGees in downtown Mountain View. Lorilee and Allison drove out to meet up with the girl part of the interview crew: myself, Amanda, Shalon, Kristen, and Kristen. The Kristen-squared thing was definitely complicated, though at least they didn’t sit next to each other.

Some time into the evening, I got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. Being a dumbass, I answered it, and since this guy seemed to know who I was out with, I stupidly told him where we were. Then I realized I didn’t know who I had just told to crash our party. Kristen (which one? wouldn’t you like to know!) called back to ask who the hell it was. Apparently this guy Jeff, who I used to work with at the Fremont store, went INTO THE TRASH at the store and dug out my phone number and a map to downtown Mountain View which Lorilee had printed out for Allison and herself. Did I mention the trash part? Ugh. Now he has a crush on Amanda, which I find enormously funny.

There is a photo of me looking like the devil, but that’s not going here. Instead, you get the following:

You. The person from Houston who searched Yahoo! with the words “tell story about seller restaurant server serving a beer to a minor unintentionally” and got this site: WTF? Do you have an underage drinkers fetish? I apologize that I’ve been able to buy my own beer for many years now.

P.S. Now I’ll get to be the first result for that search, not the third…