Monthly Archive for September, 2004

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The THING.

Published on September 7, 2004 in Me and my Winemonkey. Closed

Winemonkey saw it this weekend, well before I had the opportunity to clean it up. And he said,”Can we keep it? Please, please, please, please, please?!?” (He didn’t really say that, but he did want to keep it.) Then the next morning he woke up and said that he thought about it and eventually it would stop working and not be worth anything and so maybe we should sell it. He mainly wanted to keep it because he claims that his parents don’t have anything “unique” to pass down to him, for him to pass down to our children, etc. So this weekend was spent coming up with ideas of things to pass down from generation to generation. I told him that I collect martini glasses and those are cool. We also have a small collection of shakers going on. I think he will be satisfied. Though today I realized (after looking on the web) that there are some parts missing from the machine. So I don’t know how much it is really worth. Tomorrow I will call a company and ask them.

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Women are from Venus

Published on September 2, 2004 in Daily Rambling and Dissing the dissertation. Closed

So this morning I realized that the only good thing that happened yesterday was I called a woman about air sampling sites and she was the most helpful woman I have ever talked to on the phone. Which made me ponder all of yesterday’s crappy events. And this is my astute judgement:
1. My dinner with Porter was interrupted… by a MAN.
2. The program to analyze my data was developed… by a MAN.
3. I choked on a piece of celery, because the BFL gods were pissed that I was eating macaroni salad and if I were to sex the BFL gods, I would say that they were…. MEN.

In fact, the only thing not “man related” was that I didn’t get very far with my research. In fact, I did something that really impressed my boss.

So I am guessing that Mercury is no longer in retrograde and that Venus is on the rise, only because women are from Venus and they are helpful.

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Night of the Living Dead.

Published on September 2, 2004 in Daily Rambling. Closed

On Wednesday night Porter and I went out for a late dinner. I was returning her to work around 8:30 (it is dark outside now) and she looks straight ahead on the road and says, “Do you see that?!?” When my eyes decide they can focus beyond my headlights, I see this slow moving mob of what I initially couldn’t identify as people. They were slowly pouring down the middle of the street. I didn’t know what to do. I was freaking out. Who are these people? What are they doing in the middle of the road? And as I finally make the decision to drive through the parking lot, I ask, Do I hear drums? It was the university’s marching band practicing for something… but to see over 100 people slowly marching in your direction out of the complete darkness… CREEPY!

When I was coming back from dropping Porter off, they had blocked off the road I generally take to get home and they had set up in a formation outside of someone’s house. They were playing music. All I kept thinking was, THANK GOD I DON’T LIVE IN THAT HOUSE!

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Look out… bitch-fest ahead.

Published on September 1, 2004 in Daily Rambling and Dissing the dissertation. Closed

1. Last night I went to dinner with Porter. While in line, this guy started a conversation with us. Then invited himself to our dinner. We are both too nice to tell this guy to bugger off, and so we have to sit through dinner answering mundane questions about ourselves and smiling nicely when he says, “You’re funny.” Well, duh! We know that. But the even stranger thing is that he didn’t ask us our names. So it was a 60 minute conversation without an exchange of names. Which I guess is good because Porter and I had come up with code names which we always inevitably screw up mid-game.

2. The program I am supposed to use for analysis of my data SUCKS. I mean, it sucks more than the Dyson vacuum cleaner. WILL I EVER GRADUATE?!?

3. Decided to take a well deserved 15 minutes to eat lunch today and what happens? I start choking badly on a piece of celery. So now I don’t even feel like eating because I was choking THAT badly. It was like the BFL gods were trying to kill me for eating macaroni salad!

4. My advisor is going to be upset at this meeting because I am disorganized and I haven’t gotten very far with my research. Mainly because of #2. Plus I have a presentation tomorrow and I can’t find any of my old slides.

**Here is me taking some time to breathe deeply. Cause if I don’t, I might behead someone at work today.**

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