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dragonlady7OK, so, going for a 2-mile jog just before an 8-hour shift was perhaps not wise. Because now, now I am extremely tired. Ow ow ow. I was actually having trouble with my feet by the end of work. I don't think I am really up to talking about work just now, which is probably good news to all of you who are sick of scrolling past my work lj-cuts. ;)
Also my shins hurt particularly at the moment, which is dumb.
So. Durr, I am an idiot, and I am still 185 pounds no matter what I do. So: fat cow. Do I care? Probably less than I should, and yet more than a truly cool person would. Coolness eludes me once again! Curses.
This morning I actually! mailed! a package! Snail-mail! to Katy!
Lots of exclamation points: I am the master of assembling packages and then never mailing them. I mean really, you'd be amazed.
I had to fill out not one but two customs forms. "Contents: 4 audio cds, 1 tube lotion, 2 cookies, estimated value: $5." Great.
Oh, at work I got to watch the horse race. It was exceptionally amusing because one of the customers at the bar was a former jockey who claimed to have won at Belmont. He was bellowing at the TV the entire time. Good for Afleet (third try to spell that; first try I wrote All Feet) Alex. He passed Giacomo in two strides. And I'm not using hyperbole, he really actually truly was past him in two strides. Meanwhile, Giacomo was like, hum hum, doot de doo, oh I think I'll have a sandwich, and Alex was like, Check it out, I'm running a race!
Anyhow. I thought the race was better with my commentary. Others may disagree. ("And in the back, there's Funny Cyde having a smoke and reading the paper!" Gawd, whatever happened to that bastard? We were all so psyched for him because he was a local boy, with our Funny Cyde Pride ice cream, and then he was like, "I think today I'll... lose." Dude. Me = so not betting on horses, because I've known several and they're right bastards.)
Heh heh heh. Ahhh. Yep. I'm tired.
I was going to do some writing to like unwind or something, but the very thought is unusually unappealing to me. I... It's not even like I just don't feel like it, so much as I feel like it would be awful. So I guess I won't. But as I may have mentioned, I don't really have any other hobbies, so...
Oh! Dave's almost done with his Gmail notifier. Anyone with OS X who uses Gmail, he's looking for beta testers. Watch this space-- it's extremely cool. He showed me the latest awesome feature. He's worked really hard on it and it looks downright awesome. Way cooler than anything else available. He's even doctoring it up so clicking a mailto: link will open Gmail instead of Mail. Sound cool? It is. It's also insanely difficult. But there's Dave: It's better because it's more complicated.
Anything else? No? I utterly fail to detect any real redeeming merit to this post, but y'all must know by now that I've really got no kind of handle on this 'redeeming merit' bullshit.
Also my shins hurt particularly at the moment, which is dumb.
So. Durr, I am an idiot, and I am still 185 pounds no matter what I do. So: fat cow. Do I care? Probably less than I should, and yet more than a truly cool person would. Coolness eludes me once again! Curses.
This morning I actually! mailed! a package! Snail-mail! to Katy!
Lots of exclamation points: I am the master of assembling packages and then never mailing them. I mean really, you'd be amazed.
I had to fill out not one but two customs forms. "Contents: 4 audio cds, 1 tube lotion, 2 cookies, estimated value: $5." Great.
Oh, at work I got to watch the horse race. It was exceptionally amusing because one of the customers at the bar was a former jockey who claimed to have won at Belmont. He was bellowing at the TV the entire time. Good for Afleet (third try to spell that; first try I wrote All Feet) Alex. He passed Giacomo in two strides. And I'm not using hyperbole, he really actually truly was past him in two strides. Meanwhile, Giacomo was like, hum hum, doot de doo, oh I think I'll have a sandwich, and Alex was like, Check it out, I'm running a race!
Anyhow. I thought the race was better with my commentary. Others may disagree. ("And in the back, there's Funny Cyde having a smoke and reading the paper!" Gawd, whatever happened to that bastard? We were all so psyched for him because he was a local boy, with our Funny Cyde Pride ice cream, and then he was like, "I think today I'll... lose." Dude. Me = so not betting on horses, because I've known several and they're right bastards.)
Heh heh heh. Ahhh. Yep. I'm tired.
I was going to do some writing to like unwind or something, but the very thought is unusually unappealing to me. I... It's not even like I just don't feel like it, so much as I feel like it would be awful. So I guess I won't. But as I may have mentioned, I don't really have any other hobbies, so...
Oh! Dave's almost done with his Gmail notifier. Anyone with OS X who uses Gmail, he's looking for beta testers. Watch this space-- it's extremely cool. He showed me the latest awesome feature. He's worked really hard on it and it looks downright awesome. Way cooler than anything else available. He's even doctoring it up so clicking a mailto: link will open Gmail instead of Mail. Sound cool? It is. It's also insanely difficult. But there's Dave: It's better because it's more complicated.
Anything else? No? I utterly fail to detect any real redeeming merit to this post, but y'all must know by now that I've really got no kind of handle on this 'redeeming merit' bullshit.
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Date: 2005-06-12 01:55 am (UTC)Oh. And I might be willing to do some g-mail testing.
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Date: 2005-06-12 02:21 am (UTC)Sigh.
Saying I just want to be fitter is mostly just me trying to sound less shallow than I am. Really, I just want to be more attractive. And fit in the clothes they sell at the mall. Not dying of heart disease at 35 is kind of an intangible bonus at this point.
I admit it. I am shallow.
> g-mail testing
Sweet. he's almost done. It's gonna be cool, he says. (Gesturing with his forefinger.) It's gonna be cool, he repeats.
Cuz there's three other notifiers for OS X and they all stink.
It's gonna be good, he says. (This time gesturing with his whole hand in a rather inscrutable fashion.)
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Date: 2005-06-12 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-13 01:54 am (UTC)He's nearly done. he thinks. Except I just made it misbehave again and I don't know how. Hee!
;-)
Date: 2005-06-13 02:10 pm (UTC)[I guess that was supposed to be dirty, but I got nothing.]
Unfortunately the website is mid-alpha, and that's kind of holding up the works. Yeh, I know the website isn't as important as the doohickey, but I spent all day in Illustrator doing up a bitchin' icon and I want to use it in as many places as I can.
Like, for instance, here.
- Z
Re: ;-)
Date: 2005-06-13 04:53 pm (UTC)It's not beta. It's a Golden Master.