Still going...

I hadn't even taken off my jacket this morning when the phone started ringing, so I sort of need to hit the ground running. Still catching up on my friend's page, and the question thing is looking really cool.

I thought this looked funny/interesting, from one of Seattle's weekly papers, the Stranger:

Today Last Days received an absolutely galling Hot Tip from that bastion of good-natured smut, Toys in Babeland. Earlier this week, the ladies at Toys received their very own cease-and-desist letter from the most litigious band in rock, Metallica. Seems the notoriously fussy metal band is none too happy about Toys' use of the name "Metallica" for one of their stainless-steel vibrators; in a letter dated May 6, Metallica's lawyer ordered Toys to stop using the name--and to deliver all remaining Metallica vibrators to the band immediately. (Nice try, schmucks.) For now, the store has renamed its controversial toy "the Heavy Metal Vibe"; here's hoping they retaliate by renaming their ugliest buttplug "the Lars Ulrich."

Hee. I am amused. Off to play with computers!

It's a toy, it's plush, it's...

Not the Energizer Bunny. I think I'm more like the green chenille bear Mom found. The cutest thing - he's got such expressive eyes. I've decided to utterly spam my journal today. You know, install a computer, read another 50 friend entries, do a survey. Like this one:



Which drink are you?

The case heats up

I've pretty much tossed my idea of buying the house to the winds - not enough people are enthusiastic about it, and if that's the case, so be it. Something else will happen. I'll miss the house, and my view, but it'd be a mess and a half to sort out. Ali's lining us up a lawyer, so I'll be scrambling for documents tonight and hopefully talking to the guys downstairs. Wow. There are lawyers involved. This is serious.

Still on Saturday, still catching up in between printer suicides. Evil, weevil-felching printers.

Lucy's new, short, dark hair is pretty. Pert, I called it last night. I almost didn't notice because she was lying down on the couch when I came in, and the light was fading. I thought it looked dark, but it wasn't until she got up that I saw the shortness.

Oh bugger

I didn't manage to get Dru's weekly package out on Friday (when do I ever?), but only because I didn't have the book! So now I have to hit the post office, and the bank, and stuff, and I usually do that at lunch, but I'm hungry now. When I do errands, I don't always get fed properly. Crap. And it'll take me an hour-ish to write a letter to Dru, and I still haven't even read the one I received over the weekend. Crap.

I think I'll just go eat now and when my brain has returned, figure the rest out.

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Woo! Caught up with the friends page. Whuff. Now I get to install Reference Update. It scares me when the screen shots in the manual all look like Windows 3.11, and I'm supposed to be putting it on a Win2K machine.

Ten U.S. Metro Areas With the Highest Concentrations (Percentage of households that are same-sex unmarried partners) of Gays and Lesbians (Gacked from this article.)

Gays:
San Francisco/Oakland
Miami/Ft. Lauderdale
Santa Fe, N.M.
Atlanta
San Diego
Orlando, Fla.
Los Angeles
Seattle
Austin, Texas
Portland, Maine

Lesbians:
Santa Fe, N.M.
Burlington, Vt.
Portland, Maine
Springfield, Mass.
San Francisco/Oakland
Corvallis, Ore.
Madison, Wis.
Albuquerque, N.M.
Eugene, Ore.
Iowa City, Iowa

So, gay men like warm weather (save for Seattle, which only claims to be temperate,) and lesbians... um, Iowa City? Dude.

Motivation is... lacking

Wow. I am so very not motivated to post. My hand is cold from mousing, my bed needs excavation, and my little page of vacation notes is giving me pitiful little paper-eyes: 'But Misha! There was shopping and...and shoes! And other extremely fascinating things happening in Kansas!'

blink

Wait. What state was my notebook having fun in while I was in Kansas? Man, I should know better than to eat a whole jar of asparagus pickles before bed.

'But Misha! Shoes!'

Given that I'm pretty much caught up at work, I think I can waste the time to bore everyone with my long, detailed descriptions of how I Spent My Vacation. Tomorrow.