November 2007

I don’t really like the new theme. I will probably eventually go back to the old theme. This one breaks too many things I spent so much time creating, my tiny little brain hurts.

Today, we went out on what was supposed to be a manager’s play day. We were hiking, but then we got the call that we could go out and help with birds that were affected by the recent Cosco Busan oil spill in the San Francisco bay. Of course we re-focused our energy to go work for the bird people.

It felt much like being at work…we schlepped boxes from point A to B, then to C when it was appropriate. We also did dishes, washed floors, and did bird laundry. Some of the laundry instructions were…curious.

All in all, it was a good day of helping them clean out their facility after all the work they did helping to put clean and rehabbed birds back out into the environment.

Visit the Buy n Large, an elaborate promo site for Pixar’s new film, Wall*E.

Here is an unfortunate equation:

Our dog, Chandler Bing. (Or Ms. Chanandler Bong!)

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I went up to The City (aka San Francisco) on Saturday with my friend Brandy. It was a relaxing day where we started with a cuppa at Barefoot (with a cameo by Biscuit and his lady). While all of our day was fun (walking around Fort Point, trying not to go broke at Amoeba, and eating amazing Thai food), the highlight saddest part of my day was the misplaced apostrophes all over the city. I mean really. Doesn’t anyone proof read anymore? Or at least have a friend who got a B or better in high school English?

The sign read: Hair cut’s.

Kill me now.

I am clumsy. It’s true. While I pride myself on being fairly athletic and able to do many varied sport-like tasks (cycling, snowboarding, basketball, lacrosse, BBQing, drinking beer), I cannot be trusted with my own body to do things like walking or slowly rolling from point A to point B. It has become apparent in the last few years that I am much better off moving fast than I am at slow to moderate rates of speed.

On Monday, while taking my bike off the rack on top of my car, I managed to do it exactly wrong and I had the bike come tipping toward me. I caught it and kept it from falling (whew!), but managed to catch it just so and I crushed my right thumb, right on the knuckle where thumb meets palm. Ow. I have a nice bruise there.

Yesterday I rode my bike a lot (yay!) and after riding to and from work, then to Sarah’s house to teach her how to use her new ‘puter, I was rolling slowly away from her apartment when I realized quite late that I had a flat tire. In this case, “quite late” means “as I was falling.” I was trying to make a narrow 90 degree right-hand turn during this realization. Normally this is not difficult, but when your front tire is flat and you try to both accelerate slightly and put more weight forward (while on damp concrete) the bike will (gasp!) give way. As I’m feeling the bike slide out from under me and am crashing to the concrete, I think three things:

1. Oh shit.
2. My computer!
3. Oh shit, my computer!

Luckily my laptop was fine. (And thank you Sarah, for changing my flat with your Master Tech skills.) I did manage to smoosh the rest of my right hand up nicely. I’ve got a quarter-sized bruise on the top of my right hand, just between the tendons of the ring and pinky fingers. Let me tell you that fate and my hand are clearly trying to express something to me. I can’t tell if it’s “go faster” or “stop” so I’m just going to keep going. My bike commute today was without incident, so hopefully I won’t collect my third right hand injury until tomorrow.

File these under the Insult To Injury catagory: There was a guy standing in the street watching me as I skidded to a stop on my hip and hand. He kept asking me if I was OK. I replied that my pride was irreparably damaged, but I was otherwise fine. Also, I noticed today that I have cracked the right hood of my shifters. Bah. I shall disguise it tomorrow with black electrical tape.

ETA: I should also point out that over the weekend I put no less than three holes in my right hand. Two from assembling the new dresser (a giant splinter and a cut) and some mysterious cut between my index and middle knuckle that appeared Sunday-ish.

Something happened. I’m sort of trying to fix it, but am not really interested in doing too much work. Maybe I’ll update and create a new variation on the Tarski theme I’ve been using. Give me a few days to get un-lazy.

Also, NEW COMPUTER! :D

To those who wait. A new, awesome ad for Guinness.

See it here.

While you’re at it, you can watch an amazing Rube Goldberg machine on this site and ooh and ahh a lot.

This is just for Lorilee, who is home recovering and apparently relies on me to entertain her. And by that, it apparently means that the me in her head helps her laugh at a 1977 JC Penny catalog. So I present a cavalcade of (learning!) links before bedtime!

• Free Rice! Click the correct definition and someone will donate rice to hungry people on your behalf. Nice.
• Poems about spelling. I swear it’s more interesting than you think.
• 5ives and lists galore!
• 30 Diseases Sorted According to Whether or Not You Can Eat the Victims. No, really.
• GorillaMask.net which is very NSFW. (Ok, there is NO learning here, but even I can’t all be education and smarty pants all the time.)
• The Fridge for your personal poetry needs.
• Weirdconverter for all your weights and measures.