Happiness is a drainer of clean dishes
So...anyone wanna wash me some happiness? No? I have cookies...
Gorgeous day out (yesterday, when I started this entry--now it's raining, but still pretty warm, despite the cold front that's sitting on top of us as I type). Here I sit in office world trying desperately to avoid the stern gaze of the clock behind me. On a day such as this, the hours just do not know how to pass. I journal because I'm bored.
I saw Napoleon Dynamite for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I thought it was hilarious, and I'm 90% sure that this time, it had nothing to do with my beverage of choice that evening. Now, it seems, everyone EVERYWHERE is struck with the Napoleon craze. A kid I played on Halo last night murmured "freaking idiot" every time he got shot. Tommy and Rumble were threatening to call the cops on the radio this morning. "Go ahead." "Maybe I will. GOD." The spread of Dynamite fever struck me as a strange quirk of human society--why is it that some things seem to attract more people than others? Or is it just that we tend to surround ourselves with images that resemble us, and so we only see the reflection of ourselves in perceived mass culture?
Bwah. It's too early in the day for that kinda philosophy. Let's start over.
A few nights ago, as I lay half-asleep in Cait's lap, I murmured that I was a good spy that day. She asked a couple times what I meant by it, but I had gone on to ramble about other things my wandering mind seized upon. Now, I'll explain what I meant by it:
I sometimes hang with Caitlin at the Writer's Center on Saturdays, usually from noonish til 5 or whenever they close for the day. Last weekend, I was killing time and checking out their computer setup when I noticed that the entire Macromedia suite--Flash Editor, Fireworks, Dreamweaver, the whole bit--was installed on every PC. This represents roughly a cool $1000 worth of software.
First thought that popped in my head was, "Whoa, their budget is more solid than I thought." The second, "So why isn't Caitlin getting paid better? Bastard Greg. Die piggy die die." Third: "Those installation disks must be around here somewhere..."
Now, a brief disclaimer: from this point forward, I had no intention of acquiring said disks and using them, as they were not mine and (as I related to Ian last night) I have far too much law-abiding citizen in me to do anything that represents piracy on that level. But the challenge of finding the disks and being ABLE to do so was way too tempting to ignore. This had nothing to do with the fact that I'd seen Ocean's Twelve the prior evening, or with my visit to the International Spy Museum the week before.
So I set to work. After a cursory examination of the office I was in (MS Office installation disks in the top right-hand drawer, several Adobe disks tucked under a Soviet Republic novel...at this point, I wondered if I hadn't accidentally stumbled into a spy world way over my head), I realized that such valuable software would probably be locked up somewhere. So I turned to Caitlin, all a-smile, and said "This place HAS to be bigger than these offices. Can I have a tour?" She said she had way too much to do, but I should feel free to look around. A couple more questions gave me possible locations to check out--the A-C wing of the classroom floor, which was usually kept locked because of the "computer stuff kept back there." Bingo.
The wing itself wasn't locked, and neither were two storage rooms--empty of software save for a box of formatted floppy disks. The three classrooms sported only books and furniture, but two locked doors opposite those looked promising. The hum of a CPU fan thrummed gently behind the one on the left, which I took to be Rick's office.
Rick, for those of you who don't know, is one of the good guys. He isn't pushy, he's a hard worker, and from what I understand he's part of the reason Cait loves working at the center. That, and that alone, kept me from going back upstairs, hopping on a computer, and learning how to lockpick with the variety of paperclips I had in my pocket. If Greg's office had housed the software, the game would have gone until I had the disks in my hands.
Maybe further.
You Are 24 Years Old
24
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?
Hah. Looks like my mental marksmanship is still pretty sharp.
And finally, a point of interest. Look what the tsunami dragged in:
Blob Fish
Aphyonus
Basketwork Eel
Black Dragonfish
Carrier Shellfish
Chimaera Fish
Chimaera Pup
Coffinfish
Deep Sea Crab
Fangtooth
Firefly Squid
Hatchetfish
Lizard Fish
Oreo Dory
Prickly Shark
Sea Spider
Shovel-Nosed Lobster
Stargazer
Stone Crab
Swimmer Crab
Tongue Sole
Umbrella-Mouthed Gulper Eel
Viper Fish
Gorgeous day out (yesterday, when I started this entry--now it's raining, but still pretty warm, despite the cold front that's sitting on top of us as I type). Here I sit in office world trying desperately to avoid the stern gaze of the clock behind me. On a day such as this, the hours just do not know how to pass. I journal because I'm bored.
I saw Napoleon Dynamite for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I thought it was hilarious, and I'm 90% sure that this time, it had nothing to do with my beverage of choice that evening. Now, it seems, everyone EVERYWHERE is struck with the Napoleon craze. A kid I played on Halo last night murmured "freaking idiot" every time he got shot. Tommy and Rumble were threatening to call the cops on the radio this morning. "Go ahead." "Maybe I will. GOD." The spread of Dynamite fever struck me as a strange quirk of human society--why is it that some things seem to attract more people than others? Or is it just that we tend to surround ourselves with images that resemble us, and so we only see the reflection of ourselves in perceived mass culture?
Bwah. It's too early in the day for that kinda philosophy. Let's start over.
A few nights ago, as I lay half-asleep in Cait's lap, I murmured that I was a good spy that day. She asked a couple times what I meant by it, but I had gone on to ramble about other things my wandering mind seized upon. Now, I'll explain what I meant by it:
I sometimes hang with Caitlin at the Writer's Center on Saturdays, usually from noonish til 5 or whenever they close for the day. Last weekend, I was killing time and checking out their computer setup when I noticed that the entire Macromedia suite--Flash Editor, Fireworks, Dreamweaver, the whole bit--was installed on every PC. This represents roughly a cool $1000 worth of software.
First thought that popped in my head was, "Whoa, their budget is more solid than I thought." The second, "So why isn't Caitlin getting paid better? Bastard Greg. Die piggy die die." Third: "Those installation disks must be around here somewhere..."
Now, a brief disclaimer: from this point forward, I had no intention of acquiring said disks and using them, as they were not mine and (as I related to Ian last night) I have far too much law-abiding citizen in me to do anything that represents piracy on that level. But the challenge of finding the disks and being ABLE to do so was way too tempting to ignore. This had nothing to do with the fact that I'd seen Ocean's Twelve the prior evening, or with my visit to the International Spy Museum the week before.
So I set to work. After a cursory examination of the office I was in (MS Office installation disks in the top right-hand drawer, several Adobe disks tucked under a Soviet Republic novel...at this point, I wondered if I hadn't accidentally stumbled into a spy world way over my head), I realized that such valuable software would probably be locked up somewhere. So I turned to Caitlin, all a-smile, and said "This place HAS to be bigger than these offices. Can I have a tour?" She said she had way too much to do, but I should feel free to look around. A couple more questions gave me possible locations to check out--the A-C wing of the classroom floor, which was usually kept locked because of the "computer stuff kept back there." Bingo.
The wing itself wasn't locked, and neither were two storage rooms--empty of software save for a box of formatted floppy disks. The three classrooms sported only books and furniture, but two locked doors opposite those looked promising. The hum of a CPU fan thrummed gently behind the one on the left, which I took to be Rick's office.
Rick, for those of you who don't know, is one of the good guys. He isn't pushy, he's a hard worker, and from what I understand he's part of the reason Cait loves working at the center. That, and that alone, kept me from going back upstairs, hopping on a computer, and learning how to lockpick with the variety of paperclips I had in my pocket. If Greg's office had housed the software, the game would have gone until I had the disks in my hands.
Maybe further.
You Are 24 Years Old
24
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?
Hah. Looks like my mental marksmanship is still pretty sharp.
And finally, a point of interest. Look what the tsunami dragged in:
Blob Fish
Aphyonus
Basketwork Eel
Black Dragonfish
Carrier Shellfish
Chimaera Fish
Chimaera Pup
Coffinfish
Deep Sea Crab
Fangtooth
Firefly Squid
Hatchetfish
Lizard Fish
Oreo Dory
Prickly Shark
Sea Spider
Shovel-Nosed Lobster
Stargazer
Stone Crab
Swimmer Crab
Tongue Sole
Umbrella-Mouthed Gulper Eel
Viper Fish