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    Monday, January 31, 2005

    Mozilla Firefox Rocks My Socks


    'nuff said.

    8 Comments:

    Blogger Trillian said...

    I couldn't agree more. The lack of popups and annoying IE crap makes it totally worth what I paid for it. Oh, wait....

    Honestly, I could never go back to IE; that relationship is over!

    9:01 AM  
    Blogger Paul said...

    i agree, it is pretty slick - the mouse gestures are cool, though i only ever seem to use back, forward and update.

    however, i have a couple of complaints with it: firstly it is a hungry monster, my (admittedly crap) laptop keeps running into low virtual memory problems with it.

    and the worst one: javascript sucks. seriously - it takes about 45 seconds to lauch a JS pop-up window. as far as i can tell this is a known bug but i think i may have to downgrade my version of java until FF is updated. this has the knock-on effect that it can't verify certain online transactions, so i wouldn't go wiping IE off your system yet!

    10:10 AM  
    Blogger Worldgineer said...

    Sorry, tried the Mozilla thing a few years back and it wasn't worth my effort. It was about the same time I spent weeks getting Linux running (same conclusion). Maybe I'll try it all out again sometime, but not anytime soon.

    10:23 AM  
    Blogger JC said...

    4 useful things to know about Mozilla / Firefox that aren't that well documented to say the least:

    1) Tab Browser Extensions are good to have around if you use tabs a bunch.

    2) AdBlock is another godsend.

    3) If you're incredibly lazy like I am, you can open up multiple tabs as your homepage by using the pipe character (|). Like so:

    www.yahoo.com | www.nytimes.com | www.yourmom.com

    4) Bug Me Not allows you to skip all those registration screens for online newspapers and such.

    12:41 AM  
    Blogger JC said...

    ....And there's IE View which allows you to open up the same web page with the touch of the button. Useful if some site just wiill not work in Firefox.

    12:43 AM  
    Blogger the Arrogant Fool said...

    Well, before I converted to Firefox, IE was giving me an error message any time I moved more than two clicks into the browser. It would send an error report with a link to fix the problem, then the link would send me ANOTHER error report. It was almost as annoying as that bug that my mom had awhile back that shut down her computer after being online 60 seconds.

    The thing I love the most about Firefox are the extensions. Ryan has a ton of them, but ever since I reinstalled XP, I've been trying to keep my machine as streamlined as possible. I only have Image Zoom and the Highlighter. I couldn't survive grad school without the highlighter. Foxytunes is awesome if you don't have a keyboard with media controls, and Ryan swears by Adblock.

    12:43 AM  
    Blogger the Arrogant Fool said...

    JC, you posted about 1.3 seconds before I did.

    12:52 AM  
    Blogger Katz Nip said...

    I love Firefox too. The only time I use IE now is to do online banking etc. I have several extensions. I really like the dictionary one.

    Can you tell me the name of the bug or whatever it was & the fix on your Mum's computer? I have a friend who is having the same problem.

    9:21 PM  

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    Sunday, January 30, 2005

    I Love Canadians (Who Read This Blog)

    I just realized that a lot of the blogs I read, along with a lot of the posts left on this site, are written by Canadians. I used to think that Canada was just the big northern state, but I have finally learned this is not the case.

    Now, people who don't speak English well kind of freak me out, and I'm not just talking about foreigners, but also rednecks, rappers, and girls that say "like" a lot. I fear that a failure to communicate will offend the people I come into contact with.

    Of course, the Anthropology Major in me has a strong desire to learn about other people and find out what other cultures think of my own. But with the whole language barrier, I rely a lot on Canadians to put things into perspective for me. And Paul, but you always tell stories about Canada, so I just kind of lump you in there too, sorry.

    I wish I spoke EVERY LANGUAGE EVER INVENTED (even computer languages). And knew sign language.



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    Blogger Dean said...

    I think many Americans think of Canada as a sort of extra state, kind of like Puerto Rico, if they bother to think of Canada at all.

    This, I suspect, is at the root of their astonishment and anger when they discover that Canada doesn't support the invasion of Iraq. It's like California decided not to send anybody over.

    Here's one thing to remember: the absolute best American beer is only a little better than the worst Canadian malted schlock. And good Canadian beer (Okanagan Springs Lager, for example) would make you pee your pants it's so damn good.

    1:32 PM  
    Blogger Chris said...

    you need a babelfish

    7:59 PM  
    Blogger JC said...

    I've always wondered how to sign 'eh?'. I used to know a lot of sign langugage, but all I remember is the alphabet and some naughty words. The essentials.

    8:06 PM  
    Blogger D.T. said...

    You know what I dont get...is that whole thing of how embarassing it is to be associated with Canada.

    Like you know how in movies or TV shows, where a character goes in shock and says, "I'M CANADIAN?!" I dont get it...

    But anyways...how awesome that you want to learn all those languages... As for me? I'm waiting for everyone else to learn English...LOL...

    8:13 PM  
    Blogger Paul said...

    no offense taken. tell you what though, learning another language seems to open up a culture, it's like you can see it from the inside rather then looking in.

    Funny that Dean mentioned how good Canadian beer is, cos there's a joke here in the UK:
    "what's the similarity between Canadian beer and having sex in a canoe?"
    "they're both f*cking close to water!"

    Hence why I could never move to the US. ;)

    8:52 AM  
    Blogger Trillian said...

    Hmmm. I think the reason that Canada is the butt of a lot of American jokes is because a good chunk of the TV and film writers are Canadian (and the only way to mention Canada in an episode is to make fun of them).

    Don't even get me started about the whole America-Canada thing. As an ex-patriot of the good ol US of A, I have found that I like most Americans on a case by case basis, same as most Albertans.

    9:08 AM  
    Blogger Steve said...

    Arrogant Fool,

    Great blog, referred to me by Trillian of PBW. I've lived in Canada for the past 6 months, and I'm discovering more and more each day how different the two countries actually are. Many of your commenters have noted the difference between Canadian and American beer..I've recently posted my two cents on this matter at my blog:
    www.poutinediaries.blogspot.com

    11:55 AM  
    Blogger JC said...

    Poutine! Another Canadaian secret!

    8:41 AM  

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    Saturday, January 29, 2005

    Don't Ask

    Asking the right kind of question is an art form.

    For example: you have to have some kind of surgical procedure.

    There are plenty of people who need to know that you are having surgery (boss, professor, family, etc) but exactly what kind and what for might not be any of their business. So when you say, "I can't make it tonight because I just had surgery," the WRONG question would be, "What for?" The right kind of question would be, "Did it go well?" or "Are you feeling ok?" That's the kind of question that shows concern, but doesn't force anyone into the uncomfortable position of telling someone to mind their own fucking business.

    Sometimes, something is going on in a person's life that overshadows all else. It dictates what they do and how they feel. Letting others know that something is wrong is a good thing – it's a warning that maybe you might say something you don't mean or get upset for seemingly no reason – but most people can't abide by just knowing "something" is up – they have to know all the intimate details of that something. We're a society of voyeurs – how else can you explain the popularity of "reality" tv?

    I use instant messenger to keep in contact with my family and friends back in Ohio. I tend to put up away messages that pretty accurately depict what I'm up to or how I'm feeling, because I live 900 miles away, and it's a good way for them to check in on me (and vice-versa). So sometimes I want to leave an away message up that says "something fucking awful is going on so I don't really feel like chatting about partying or seeing some stupid webpage (that I would normally think was really funny) and if you EVEN get on here and IM me drunk I will probably say something so nasty it will end our friendship."

    But that's not really practical, is it? And then I'll have everyone on my buddy list asking me "WHAT HAPPENED?!?!? WHAT’S WRONG?!?!?!" and my sister will report to my mom that there's a crisis situation in Florida and maybe by the time I take down the away message I'll be over whatever it was and then all these people asking will just rehash it.

    I should probably just turn IM off in that situation . . .

    But honestly. Not everyone in my life needs to know about everything in my life. And my best friends are the ones that can see the signs that something is wrong, whether in person or from my angry-face away message, and will say something like, "I hope things get better." Not, "give me every detail!"

    There are things that happen to me that I want the people who care about me to know about in the sense that they know something is wrong, it will pass, but in the meantime, please handle me with care. That’s all. I don't want to bring them into this 9
    th circle of hell that is happening. I want this to pass with as few people knowing about it as possible, so it won't get brought up again. I want it to be over, and to not think about it except in the vague sense that I know things can go bad and I learn.

    I hope I learn.

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    Blogger D.T. said...

    You know, you really dont need to explain yourself. Cuz it's not you...it's them. They're the ones that need to realize that sometimes, some people have days where they just wanna be left alone. They just dont feel like talking or hanging out.

    And you're right. We shouldnt be prying into other people's lives and all...but honestly...I kinda do like that. Cuz then you find out who really does love and care for you, you know?

    So...yeah...take care and I hope you get to feeling better, so's we can go out and get crunk, k? K...

    2:49 PM  
    Blogger Dean said...

    You will learn.

    I'm not being patronizing. At least I hope I'm not. Anyway, I learned, and I'm dumber than you are.

    You'll learn a lot of things. You'll learn that even if they don't leave you alone and you're a bag to them as a result, it isn't the end of the world because true friends/lovers understand how things are and will accept your apology/explaination.

    You'll learn that even when you feel like crap and the entire world is resting on your head, you should still smile and offer a soft answer when someone you love annoys you, because they love you and it's better to swallow your pride than it is to hurt them.

    You'll learn that you can trust those you love: either that or that those you thought you loved can't be trusted, in which case it's good that you found out.

    You'll learn that, in spite of what the movies say, it isn't about love at first sight and happily ever after and getting what you deserve, it's about trust, and you can't really love someone if you don't trust them, however much you like fucking them.

    You'll learn that, no matter how bad it looks, how bad it feels, it does pass. It always passes.

    However, reading your blog as I have, I think you've already learned some of these things. That makes you much smarter than I was at 25.

    1:26 PM  
    Blogger Katz Nip said...

    I dont know if the anyone will take kindly to those admittedly, wise & true words.

    8:32 PM  

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    Friday, January 28, 2005

    Lunch Is Cheaper Than Dinner

    So I had my (belated) birthday lunch today at Chez Pierre. I don't often eat French food, and I was kind of intimidated by the menu – I couldn't pronounce most of the items listed. I ended up with a cup of Creamy Florida Seafood Chowder with gulf grouper, clams, baby shrimp, bay scallops and smoked gouda, and Phyllo-Wrapped Atlantic Salmon with shrimp, crab, and scallops served with a saffron cream sauce, crisp green beans, and roasted grape tomatoes (yes, I pulled all that right from the menu). Everything was delicious, but so rich I couldn't finish. The little roasted tomatoes may have been only for decoration, but I ate a couple and they were incredible. Who knew roasting a tomato could improve it so much?

    Ryan had some kind of steak, and with a generous 25% tip, we only spent $40. Oh, the genius of having birthday lunch instead of dinner. Now we still have $60 to spend on the rest of the weekend.

    Oh right, I didn't mention where the $100 came from. Well, my mom knows that Ryan and I are living well below the poverty level, and the job search hasn't been successful for either of us. So she sent RYAN a check for $100, with a message to take me out someplace nice for my birthday. He took it in stride instead of seeing it as an insult to his manhood.

    Maybe we'll spend the other $60 on drugs. That should make for some good blogging this weekend.

    On another note – thanks to Brian Hell for recommending the Sigor Ros album Ágætis Byrjun on his blog. It's been my new favorite thing to listen to over and over without realizing it, and as an added bonus, I recognized that song at the end of The Life Aquatic. I love that feeling.

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    Thursday, January 27, 2005

    Not A Bad Start



    Birthday Cake
    After seeing Alisha's cake, I had to have the word "fucking" on mine too.

    Kelli took me out to lunch at Red Lobster. For some reason I thought I was going to have to pay for both of us, but she grabbed the check. Happy Birthday to Me! Then we went to my favorite piercing shop, What's the Point, and I got not one but TWO pairs of 6 gauge acrylic ear decorations. Thanks to grandma for sending the money.
    Blue HooksTriangle Hooks

    Ryan bought me this sexy motorcycle helmet, and he bought some passenger pegs so I can ride with him. I'm not going to totally give up on me riding on my own either, and now I have a helmet that will actually fit.
    Motorcycle Helmet

    The coolest present so far (also from Ryan) was the case of Milk Duds. My movie-going experience just isn't complete without popcorn and Milk Duds, and now I can smuggle these in instead of paying $3 a box. Whoo-hoo!
    Milk Duds

    My sister called right at midnight to say that the present from my fam (mom and dad pay for it, she picks it out and ships it - nice teamwork guys) will be late. No word what it is. Then she puts Gary, a guy I used to work with back in Ohio, on the phone. He says that he'll be in Tampa in February, and if I want to come work for a week, I could make about $3,000. Now THAT would be nice. I'd miss a week of class for three grand. He said I'd be bartending. . . now he knows the only experience I have bartending has been out of my own home. . . that said, I did host a pretty slick happy hour every Thursday at the old apartment. I'll have to get more details on this.

    So far, 25 isn't as bad as I thought it would be . . .

    5 Comments:

    Blogger Wheelson said...

    Those cheesy biscuit things at Red Lobster are the BOMB.

    2:51 AM  
    Blogger Dean said...

    Happy birthday. I'm trying to remember my 25th. Can't.

    Must be because I'm getting old.

    11:09 PM  
    Blogger Nerina said...

    happy birthday! (technically it's still your birthday in california!) i hope it was a great one!

    and now i feel left out, because i didn't have a cake this year. i just had a lot of free drinks. but rest assured, next year, there *will* be a cake and it *will* have the work FUCK on it somewhere.

    2:27 AM  
    Blogger Worldgineer said...

    Happy fucking birthday.

    11:18 AM  
    Blogger gutter slut said...

    yes your cake was truly excellent. birthday's just aren't the same without a little fuck in there.

    *i got her candles at urban outfitters if your ever in the market for some...but they are not worth it, the cost a lot and you can only use them once if you decide to light them.

    well...happy fucking birthday!!!!

    1:38 AM  

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    Tuesday, January 25, 2005

    Have You Ever Seen The Likes Of This?


    Handprint on Ryan
    This was awhile ago, probably August. Ryan and I were enjoying each other's company, and I got a little too enthusiastic and gave him a nice swat. He didn't notice it at the time, but about an hour or so later, the outline of my hand appeared, blistered on his side.

    About two weeks later, he returned the favor. Just like he said, it didn't hurt at the time, but it sure looked nasty later.
    Handprint on Kelly

    The pattern of only the outline of the fingers reminds me of cave paintings.

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    Blogger Paul said...

    alas, the only similar marks i have ever had come from infamous "Mitre tattoos".

    As i think this term may even be confined to my home town, I shall explain. It's a cold day and you're playing football (soccer). Someone belts the ball at you and it hits you on your exposed thigh: stings like hell. Look down two minutes later and you've got the perfect imprint of the ball's leather patches on your skin. The most common ball at the time was the Mitre (the manufacturer) Delta. hence the name.

    8:17 AM  
    Blogger Diva said...

    Actually I have seen similar pics but I'm not sure you'll appreciate me pointing out where (a fetish bbs where I sometimes hang out, mostly lurk now though).

    (sigh)

    10:09 PM  
    Blogger sxKitten said...

    Cool image, although I have to agree with Diva (you kinky thing, you!) that it looks a little fetish-y.

    4:00 PM  
    Blogger Diva said...

    sxKitten, some things I just don't blog about.

    Happy Birthday Kelly (though a day early). 25 is a very good year.

    10:20 PM  
    Blogger Dean said...

    Yep, cool image.

    And yes, I have seen the likes of that before. Nuff said.

    9:48 AM  
    Blogger sxKitten said...

    Diva: Ditto. Still, as a way to build traffic to your site, it'd be a helluva draw :-)

    Kelly: Happy Quarter Century!

    11:49 AM  

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    Monday, January 24, 2005

    It's Been A Week

    So I'm posting the answers to my iTunes lyrics challenge.

    1. Starseed - Our Lady Peace
    2. Throwing Stones - Paula Cole
    3. Diamonds and Guns - The Transplants
    4. Turn My Head - Live
    5. Big Pimpin' - Jay-Z (guessed by Nerina)
    6. One Step Closer - Linkin Park
    7. Work It - Missy Elliot (guessed by JC)
    8. All The Things She Said - T.A.T.U.
    9. When You're Falling - Afro Celt Sound System
    10. Good Times Bad Times - Led Zeppelin (guessed by JC)
    Next time (if there's a next time) I'll set it to most listened to songs, so the list might better reflect my tastes. Then again, I JUST purged my music library, so these are all songs that made the cut. . . and I had to skip all the songs that didn't have lyrics. When you listen to mostly trance and movie scores, you get a lot of those.

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    Blogger Paul said...

    TATU!!!?!!!

    Wait, there are words to that video??? ;)

    8:45 AM  

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    Saturday, January 22, 2005

    My New Job?


    All body types and sexes needed to model for Art Life Drawing Courses. Pay is $10 per hour. Each class is 2.5 hours. Previous experience helpful but not necessary.

    I can't believe I just applied for this position. Wait, yes I can believe that.

    2 Comments:

    Blogger Dean said...

    $10 to sit around nekked for an hour? Sounds like my kind of job.

    I wonder if they'd pay extra on account of my extra skin surface?

    11:44 PM  
    Blogger Diva said...

    Sign me up too. I am curious how previous experience can be helpful, though.

    12:17 AM  

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    Thursday, January 20, 2005

    20 Semi-Necessities for a Happy Home

    • Central Heating
    • High-speed internet
    • At least 1000 square feet of living space
    • A balcony, patio, or yard
    • Windows one would need a ladder to get to
    • Some semblance of privacy
    • Bathtub
    • Shower with good water pressure
    • Lots and lots of bookshelves
    • Large desk for my computer
    • Space for Ryan
    • Space for Ryan's bike
    • Huge, comfortable bed
    • Large table for games or puzzles
    • Comfortable seating arranged for conversation
    • Reading chair, just for me
    • Candles
    • Open kitchen (not big, just open)
    • Washer and Dryer
    • Two cats

    Things I Could Live Without
    • Television
    • Air Conditioning
    • Dishwasher
    • Fancy appliances
    • Garage

    Luxury Items in my Dream Home
    • Library
    • Secret room (with access hidden by bookshelves)
    • Bose speakers in every room (and outside)
    • California closets
    • Radiant heated flooring

    (Note - I have no children and live with my significant other - if my situation changed, so would this list)

    5 Comments:

    Blogger gutter slut said...

    swet mother of god!!! I need some clifornia closets!!!! I have never seen the likes of anything like that before!!! like seriously.....

    8:18 PM  
    Blogger Diva said...

    A secret room... wouldn't that be sweet!

    And when I grow up, I think I might enjoy being a California Closet Consultant, available for in-home consultation. That could be sweet too.

    8:49 PM  
    Blogger JC said...

    What about a secret passage, behind a grandfather clock a la 'Webster'? That would pretty much rule too.

    1:33 AM  
    Blogger sxKitten said...

    Do you have to dress in monochrome to get a California closet?

    1:26 PM  
    Blogger D.T. said...

    Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute! Forget the California Closets...how could you live without television? OMG...you seriously have no idea what youre missing...and to think that Nerina and I were gonna include you in our O.C. and American Idol chats...

    LOL...kidding! But yeah, no, a california closet isnt all that. Trust me. I used to have one in our old house before and at first theyre cool, but they get so fustrating. Just thinking about it makes me glad we decided to move to another house.

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    Monday, January 17, 2005

    Ok Chris, Try This


    So Chris posted this challenge, and I only got one of his right.

    I put iTunes on party shuffle, and then pulled some lyrics out of the first ten songs. Now I wait and see who can tell me what songs the lyrics came from. I'll cross them off as people get the right answers.

    Too bad a lot of my songs don't have words. . .

    1. I woke to find why the world wasn't glowing
    It's darker as we end this ride
    I've fallen back under the equator
    I'm back inside, I'm back inside

    2. It's you I hope for
    And us I pray for
    And me that I believed was wrong
    But now my anger is my best friend
    Careful, I may bite your head off

    3. Every last soul must pay the last toll
    In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
    Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
    The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?

    4. Your eyes are crazy
    I bowed to save my head and
    I can't forget you
    But I can't remember

    5. I got no passion
    I got no patience
    And I hate waitin'
    Ho get yo ass in and let's ride


    6. All these thoughts
    They make no sense
    I find bliss in ignorance

    7. Let's get drunk, that'll bring us closer
    Don't I look like a Halle Berry poster
    See the Belvedere playin' tricks on ya


    8. And I'm all mixed up
    Feeling cornered and rushed
    They say it's my fault
    But I want her so much

    9. I can see through the clouds
    I can walk right through the walls
    Hang me off the ceiling
    But I can't take the fall

    10. Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl
    As sweet as she could be
    Only took a couple of days
    'Til she was rid of me

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    Blogger JC said...

    This is flat-out wacky. I was just thinking about doing something akin to this (but I lack an iPOD) on my way home from work this afternoon. Anyhoo:

    7. Missy E. - Work It
    10. Led Zep - Good Times, Bad Times

    12:02 AM  
    Blogger Paul said...

    crap, 0/10

    i was only 1/10 on Chris' as well, (#9, the one you got)

    i suck, so if you can't beat 'em, join 'em

    8:26 AM  
    Blogger Worldgineer said...

    I've managed to fight off my temptation to google for any of these. I'm also a 0/10 on yours, 1/10 on chris's kind of blogger.

    1:10 PM  
    Blogger Nerina said...

    !!! i know one !!!

    number 5 is big pimpin' by jay z!!

    11:17 PM  

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    Friday, January 14, 2005

    Never A Dull Moment

    As I'm sitting here doing homework, Ryan walks in and stands beside me, like he's waiting for something. I didn't notice it at first, but he was wearing a small Santa's hat. . . on his penis.

    See, this is why I love living together. If we didn't live together, he wouldn't often just shown up unannounced to give me a study break, and even if he did surprise me, it wouldn't be with a hat on his cock.

    And to think I thought living together would be a bad idea. . . how wrong was I?

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    Blogger Dean said...

    Hey, I should try that little trick at work. That'd liven this place up a bit.

    Now, if I can just find a hat 1/4" across...

    10:16 PM  
    Blogger Diva said...

    Little things mean a lot.

    Not the cock, the gesture, that is.

    Not that I would have any knowledge about the littleness or largeness of Ryan...

    Oh, I'll just stop now and go away.

    11:33 AM  

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    Monday, January 10, 2005

    My Name Is Kelly, I'm A Bibliophile

    I've been neglecting my blog lately, mostly because I wanted to read as much as I could before classes started. Well, as of last Wednesday, I'm back in school again, with plenty of assigned readings. I did finish Dune before classes began, but I'm sorry to say I didn't realize it was part of a series, so the ending seemed a little abrupt. I read Cat's Cradle on the plane to Ohio, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest on the way back. I started reading The Purpose Driven Life for my mom while I was at home, because she'd given it to me the previous Christmas, and asked me to give it a shot. I hate it when someone tells me they're going to read a book and then they don't, so I read through chapter twenty before Ryan showed up and things got too hectic for me to get much reading done. If nothing else, it was interesting to read because it gave me a glimpse into my mom's belief system. We had a couple of interesting conversations about the book. It doesn't fit into my worldview though, so I'm not sure how much I'm getting from it.

    One of my Christmas gifts from Ryan was Stranger in a Strange Land. The catch was that instead of wrapping it and giving it to me, he started reading it himself. I'd read it before and really liked it, and wanted him to read it. Actually, I've wanted him to read a LOT of things, but he doesn't read and I know better than to try and change him. That's the one area where we're really not compatible. I'd like it if he read more of the things I read so we could talk about them, but for now, I talk to others about books. I swear, if I just recreated my favorite books as websites, he'd have them all read in a week. But he knows that I would like it if he'd read once in awhile, so as a Christmas present to me, he let me pick out a book for him to read. He was already a third of the way through it by the time he got to Ohio, and he was really enjoying himself. He's not finished yet, but I know he will finish it (even if it takes him until Spring Break), and he's already asked me to think of another book he might like.

    I'm not holding my breath that he's going to suddenly read like I do (who does?) but damn, I think he'd be so perfect for me then I wouldn't be able to stand it.

    In the meantime, he's taking a literature class, so I'm reading the novels along with him for moral support. It's a mutually beneficial situation, because he'll be able to use my knowledge on his assignments, and I'll have someone to discuss what I'm reading with (even though I don't get to pick the book). We started the first one tonight - Bone by Fae Myenne Ng.

    I've also been working through another gift - Eats, Shoots and Leaves. It's making me very paranoid about the things I "publish". I've never been a grammar nazi - I didn't learn the difference between its and it's until last year, but I have know the difference between your and you're, and their they're and there, thank you very much. As for commas . . . well, in the web world, I tend to use the - it's rather ambiguous. I also tend to abuse the ellipses. . .

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    Blogger Worldgineer said...

    You really must find a good book club. Mine has a new book every month, and then I gather with about 10 other people who love to read and discuss the book with them for an hour an a half (though I never feel like that is enough). It's done through a small bookstore with a knowledgeable owner, so the books are usually good. Find a small book store and ask if the have a book club. If they don't, I bet you could convince them to start one - they'll have guaranteed sales every month.

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    Blogger Dean said...

    As a serial ellipsis abuser myself... relax... you don't overuse them... at least not on the blog.

    3:55 PM  
    Blogger Wheelson said...

    I use the three dots to indicate a pause or abrupt end to a thought. It's an abuse, but oh well.

    In college I set out to read all the Dune books...it took me a year. (See that should have been a comma, but by habbit I use the ellipses. I'm trying to break the habbit.)

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    Friday, January 07, 2005

    Ice Ice Baby

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    So we didn't have electricity on Christmas morning (or the 3 days before), but we sure had a nice view.

    Between the propane heaters and gas fireplace, we stayed pretty warm. We played cards and dominos by Coleman lantern. My sister made us french toast on the grill for Christmas breakfast. Ryan and I melted snow in large pots on the grill to wash dishes.

    The whole thing was kind of an adventure, and would have been completely comfortable if we'd had running water. Filling the toilets with melted snow got kind of tedious after awhile.

    Also, I had my lobes stretched the day before the power went out, so my ears needed a lot of TLC (warm salt-water soaks) which they didn't get, which made them VERY angry. They seem to have recovered nicely though.

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    Wednesday, January 05, 2005

    So Fresh And So Clean

    So, reformatting was fun. I spent an hour on the phone with a Dell technician, because he was determined to get me online before we hung up, even though all I needed from him was a video driver. I have a fickle, angry ethernet card AND a driverless wireless card (don't ask), and the combination was nearly too much for him, but finally, I was able to get online. All I had to do was restart my computer. Genius.

    Classes start tomorrow. My bed is completely covered in the clothes that I've unpacked from the three suitcases I schlepped along for the three weeks I was gone. Most of them aren't even new. I would have been better off not doing any laundry on the trip so I could just throw them in a corner after I unpacked the suitcases. Alas, they are clean and neatly folded. Homes will have to be found for them all.

    Speaking of homes, mine seems to have shrunk significantly since I was gone. I guess sleeping in a bedroom the size of my entire apartment kind of ruined me. My mom's house has a basement, garage, laundry room, pantry, storage room, walk-in closets . . . abundant storage for all sorts of stuff. My apartment is 550 square feet of Ryan, myself, and our aggressive colony of mold. And whoever was scheduled to come today and remove the mold never showed. The aparment might feel bigger once we can put things against the wall again.

    If no one shows tomorrow, I'm turning our place in to the health department.

    After class, of course.

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    Monday, January 03, 2005

    An Epic Tale Of Ice And Snow...

    ...will not be told in this post. Central Ohio was hit by an ice storm just before Christmas, and my family (plus Ryan) roughed it without electricity for three days. We did get some beautiful pictures, which I'll be sharing in a couple of days.

    I managed to get tendonitis in my left shoulder, but I don't know how exactly. From carrying two suitcases and a duffel bag through the airport? From bailing out a hot tub with a bucket? From playing with my huge cat? Your guess is as good as mine, but I spent New Year's Eve in the ER, and I've been in a sling for the past three days.

    Update on my potentially embarrassing situation with UPS - my package did arrive the same day I did, so I had a coat, shoes, and my sister's Christmas present from day one. Chris, you can validate this theory for me - I think UPS told me that they couldn't "guarantee" my package would get there when I wanted it because they wanted me to pay the expensive air-mail price.

    When I left Tallahassee, it had been 24 degrees at night. Yesterday it was 72 with no clouds. I knew I moved for a reason!

    Next, mom and dad are coming down to stay with my mom's parents in central Florida. Ryan and I decided that we should have our parents meet. [GASP!] It's that serious!

    At least I feel like Ryan's mom likes me again. She was the one who took me to the hospital New Year's Eve. She told us later that she could have bought us some champagne, to which Ryan reminded her, "Mom, Kelly's 24."

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    Blogger gutter slut said...

    I missed you.

    10:39 PM  
    Blogger Chris said...

    yeah dude. we made thousands of dollars duping people like that.

    10:05 PM  

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