Google Bomb

--AZ-Sen: Jon Kyl

--AZ-01: Rick Renzi

--AZ-05: J.D. Hayworth

--CA-04: John Doolittle

--CA-11: Richard Pombo

--CA-50: Brian Bilbray

--CO-04: Marilyn Musgrave

--CO-05: Doug Lamborn

--CO-07: Rick O'Donnell

--CT-04: Christopher Shays

--FL-13: Vernon Buchanan

--FL-16: Joe Negron

--FL-22: Clay Shaw

--ID-01: Bill Sali

--IL-06: Peter Roskam

--IL-10: Mark Kirk

--IL-14: Dennis Hastert

--IN-02: Chris Chocola

--IN-08: John Hostettler

--IA-01: Mike Whalen

--KS-02: Jim Ryun

--KY-03: Anne Northup

--KY-04: Geoff Davis

--MD-Sen: Michael Steele

--MN-01: Gil Gutknecht

--MN-06: Michele Bachmann

--MO-Sen: Jim Talent

--MT-Sen: Conrad Burns

--NV-03: Jon Porter

--NH-02: Charlie Bass

--NJ-07: Mike Ferguson

--NM-01: Heather Wilson

--NY-03: Peter King

--NY-20: John Sweeney

--NY-26: Tom Reynolds

--NY-29: Randy Kuhl

--NC-08: Robin Hayes

--NC-11: Charles Taylor

--OH-01: Steve Chabot

--OH-02: Jean Schmidt

--OH-15: Deborah Pryce

--OH-18: Joy Padgett

--PA-04: Melissa Hart

--PA-07: Curt Weldon

--PA-08: Mike Fitzpatrick

--PA-10: Don Sherwood

--RI-Sen: Lincoln Chafee

--TN-Sen: Bob Corker

--VA-Sen: George Allen

--VA-10: Frank Wolf

--WA-Sen: Mike McGavick

--WA-08: Dave Reichert

I Keep Burning My Toast

I keep burning my toast, and I'm thinking to myself, how hard can it be to make toast? I mean, with the first two slices, ok, it happens. But with the second two I'm feeling like an absolute failure. Like my life is ruined. I'm nearly crying. Nevermind that it's a little more difficult to make toast in a toaster oven when you've been raised on a toaster. There's no lever-and-dial-combo on a toaster oven. There's just two dials, and there's a science to getting both dials just right. So I've burnt my toast. Recently I've been being very frugal, trying not to waste anything, eating the ends of the bread, and when I'd burnt toast (only the first two slices, of course, learning from my mistakes) I'd eat it anyway. Once I slather it with that yogurt spread and the organic strawberry spread (that I keep telling anyone who will listen is the food of the gods nevermind the fact that it may be causing my intestinal problems), you can't really tell it's burnt. But not today. Today, four slices of bread go in the trash. I'm feeling kind of reckless. Maybe because my boyfriend is at another woman's house, drinking daiquiris and most likely sleeping with her. Nevermind that we're in an open relationship, so this should be okay. Nevermind that it wasn't all that long ago that I told him if he wanted to have sex on a regular basis, he should find someone else to do it with. But that was when something was wrong with me, and every time we had sex it hurt. Now things are better. I mean, we've had sex three times in the last thirty six hours AND we went to work. And when I think about it, it's not like I want monogamy. It's not like I want to take the ability to have something with another person off the table. It's just that I didn't want to burn my toast.

MY IDENTITY WAS STOLEN!!!

By someone really into computers:

$560 Upgradedmemory.com
$1200 Apple
$1600 Dell

An Arbitrary Milestone

I feel like Dean for pointing this out...

This Looks Fun

4 jobs you've had:
Door Hanger (going door-to-door, hanging menus)
Hockey Stadium Assistant Vending Manager
Farm Hand
Package Handler

4 movies you would watch over and over:
Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Almost Famous
Dead Poets Society
Napoleon Dynamite

4 places you've lived:
Tallahassee
New Orleans
Columbus
Cincinnati

4 places you've been on vacation:
San Diego
Nassau
Vail
Cancun

4 websites you visit daily:
Go Fug Yourself
Post Secret
Weather.com
The Daily Show

4 of your favorite foods:
Skyline Chili
Little Italy's Fettuccini Al Forno
Strawberries
Chocolate-Dipped Donuts

4 places you would rather be right now:
In bed with Ryan, with nowhere to be
In San Francisco with Kent
In a club with Playko
In Ohio the summer of 1997

Interrupt This

The thought occurred to me last night that I spend a LOT more time talking to people on instant messenger than I do in person. I've used AIM a lot ever since I started college (waaaay back in 1998) but back then, I also talked to people face to face too. After I graduated from OSU, I moved to New Orleans. I didn't know anyone down there, and I didn't have free nights and weekends on my cell (can you imagine?!?) so instant messenger was the way to go.

The thing is, I type fast. I mean, really fast. As fast as I think. And sometimes, I'm chatting with people who don't have a version of AIM that allows me to see when they're typing (or they have that feature turned off, which is just annoying). So I'm often asking questions or making comments at the same time whoever I'm chatting with is typing out the answer or saying the same thing. It makes for funny AIM transcripts, or "great minds think alike" moments, but it also breeds bad habits when I do the same thing in the real world.

I interrupt people all the time! I know my mom taught me better than that. And I hear myself doing it, and I'm so annoyed, but I can't seem to stop. Last night I made the connection between how my brain communicates over AIM and how I communicate in person. Where on the computer I often feel like I'm telling someone they type too slow, in person, it's like I think they TALK too slow, or worse; THINK too slow.

Basically, I can be an asshole and I'd rather blame the computer than myself.