November 2006

Today Bryan and I went down to the Santa Clara Clerk-Recorder’s Office to get our marriage license. It was an easy process, whereupon the nice lady there gave Bryan and I a pamphlet on fun stuff like domestic violence, HIV/AIDS, genetic birth defects, etc. We were at the second window and to our left there was a young-ish couple also getting their marriage license and setting up a civil ceremony. On the marriage license application, they ask you to write down your occupation. The guy next to us wrote “street pharmacist” on his application. Seriously. The woman at his window couldn’t believe it. (Which is why I heard it, since she read it out loud to him to confirm it.)

Now this guy had a blue tear drop tattoo and was definitely not the most clean-cut of characters, but really? On a county application? On permanant record with the county that you’re a “street pharmacist?” Sweet jebus. He says, “Fine. Put “street drugs” on that.” What? WHAT?

Bryan and I were in Las Vegas for Thanksgiving. The day afterwards, we went out to Red Rocks. Here’s our traditional self-portrait to join our collection.

Haven’t been blogging, but real life, work, and wedding planning have been a bit on my mind.

Where have I been? Blogging has taken the back seat over the last week or so to more pressing issues like being drunk beyond belief. I’ve been trying to sort through photos. Partly because I want to put up a gallery from my bachlorette party and partly because I want to know how the evening went. As Shalon said, it’s like the blind leading the blind drunk.

I want to thank my girls, all of them, for taking me out and about (Sunnyvale?!) and making sure I had an excellent time (so I heard).

Other than that, my exciting news includes me being my store’s Anderson Award winner. I’ll have to find a blurb on our intraweb that says what it means, but in a nutshell, it means that people in my store think I embody the spirit of our business and what we do. It’s a great honor, and I was both awestruck and hungover when it was presented to me.

Thanks for getting out and voting. Whew.

Sometimes a police blotter offers the funniest shit ever. Read the second, longer paragraph.

Congrats to Melissa and Pete, who got engaged on Halloween!

The Intellimouse that I’ve been using as my mouse for the last year or so has died. At first I thought it was me…my clicks weren’t always registering. Then it became that only one in four clicks was in the right place at the right time. I was managing to highlight text willy nilly and couldn’t click links consistently. It was maddening. Bryan was experiencing the same issues with his Unintellimouse, so apparently their life span is finite and predictable. We bought the mice at the same time, and experienced the failure at the same time. BAH.

Bryan replaced his with the Logitech MX Revolution, which he very much likes. I have trouble with Logitech mice. They don’t fit my hand. After a little advice from my friend Brad, I went with the Kensington Expert Wireless Trackball. It arrived today (thanks free trial of Amazon Prime!) and I’ve been playing with it and I really am enjoying it. It’s really accurate, and I like the button programming capabilities and the built-in wrist rest. I’m not sure how I feel about the GIANT wireless dongle (it looks like the old hockey puck mouse on the Bondi iMac), but I do like the lack of cord so I can move my laptop off my lap without having to gather up the mouse. Thus far my only minor complaint is that the scroll-ring is a little choppy feeling because it’s not on bearings and not mechanical in the least. To say it “grinds” is probably a little harsh, but it’s not baby-butt smooth.