Friday Morning List Post
Virgo:: French author Andre Gide said, "The color of truth is gray." Make that your watchword, Virgo. Resist the temptation to fall in love with bright shiny red facts or alluring azure maxims. Run like the wind from anyone who tries to sell you a story about good guys in white hats versus bad guys in black hats. The more comfortable you are with veracities that have the hue of dirty dishwater, the more likely it is you'll see things exactly as they are, free of delusions and deceits. Halloween costume suggestion: any elaborate, intricate getup, like a commedia dell'arte character's outfit, that's all grey.
1. I'm setting up a work-related tag. Thus far, I've only tagged back to March '06, but I'm going to set a goal for May '05-- I want a tag for post-college work stuff. That'll cover Cory, AME, and the new job. So I'll get to revisit oldies-but-goodies, like the time the guy with the gun asked me out to dinner, or the time bounty hunters came looking for my cousin. Good times.
2. Speaking of work, they make good coffee here. Usually office coffee is crap, but I actually like my morning cuppa here. Plus, hey-- it's free. One of my bosses is currently in NYC. He's face-scanning Regis Philbin today. He's also doing a re-scan of Kelly Ripa (who all the guys on her original scanning team referred to as "The Mask," or simply, "Ew"), and hopefully he'll put a boot up her 'delicate' ass about calling our product "Croc-offs."
3. Tonight's going to be a quiet night for me at home. I have full plans for a hot bath tonight using the Lush stuff that Sarah sent me for my birthday. I will likely emerge covered in gold glitter. I already bought a mag to read in the tub, featuring the awesomely beautiful Miss Scarlett Johanssen, and afterwards, I have the most recent two episodes of Lost to finish, and I'll be completely caught up.
4. Saw The Corpse Bride last night. I wasn't impressed. The music wasn't great, the animation wasn't spectacular, the plot was simplistic and uneven, and the pacing was jarring. The Nightmare Before Christmas it wasn't.
5. Bellydance class was challenging last night. I know that part of it is that I'm standing in the front row, so when we turn to the right, the instructor is behind me, so I can't really see her and she's not always the best about cueing-- especially cueing changes in her rhythm, which you really have to watch for. It's also time for a new hip scarf when the next session starts. Probably something less jingly, more tassle-y.
6. Abby and I are doing Markoff's Haunted Forest tomorrow night. We'll likely get there sometime after dusk, I'm guessing. We'll probably get food/snacks/warm drinks at some point, too. If you're local and free, you're welcome to join.
7. To tickle your funny bone: Haikus for Jews. Some favorites:
Like a bonsai tree,
your terrible posture at
my dinner table.
Today, mild shvitzing.
Tomorrow, so hot you'll plotz.
Five-day forecast--feh
Left the door open.
for the Prophet Elijah.
Now our cat is gone.
Firefly steals into
the night just like my former
partner, that gonif.
Lovely nose ring -
excuse me while I put my
head in the oven.
After the warm rain,
the sweet scent of camellias.
Did you wipe your feet?
Today I am a
man. On Monday I return
to the seventh grade.
8. Chocolate-covered pretzels are the post-PMS food of the gods. See? I was right.
9. Anybody got some recs for good, creepy ghost stories? Maybe that are stored on the web somewhere? I'm in the mood for a good creeping-out.
10. Also on the docket for tonight-- hardcore outlining for the NaNoWriMo novel that I am totally not signed up to write. *shifty eyes* Totally not.
1. I'm setting up a work-related tag. Thus far, I've only tagged back to March '06, but I'm going to set a goal for May '05-- I want a tag for post-college work stuff. That'll cover Cory, AME, and the new job. So I'll get to revisit oldies-but-goodies, like the time the guy with the gun asked me out to dinner, or the time bounty hunters came looking for my cousin. Good times.
2. Speaking of work, they make good coffee here. Usually office coffee is crap, but I actually like my morning cuppa here. Plus, hey-- it's free. One of my bosses is currently in NYC. He's face-scanning Regis Philbin today. He's also doing a re-scan of Kelly Ripa (who all the guys on her original scanning team referred to as "The Mask," or simply, "Ew"), and hopefully he'll put a boot up her 'delicate' ass about calling our product "Croc-offs."
3. Tonight's going to be a quiet night for me at home. I have full plans for a hot bath tonight using the Lush stuff that Sarah sent me for my birthday. I will likely emerge covered in gold glitter. I already bought a mag to read in the tub, featuring the awesomely beautiful Miss Scarlett Johanssen, and afterwards, I have the most recent two episodes of Lost to finish, and I'll be completely caught up.
4. Saw The Corpse Bride last night. I wasn't impressed. The music wasn't great, the animation wasn't spectacular, the plot was simplistic and uneven, and the pacing was jarring. The Nightmare Before Christmas it wasn't.
5. Bellydance class was challenging last night. I know that part of it is that I'm standing in the front row, so when we turn to the right, the instructor is behind me, so I can't really see her and she's not always the best about cueing-- especially cueing changes in her rhythm, which you really have to watch for. It's also time for a new hip scarf when the next session starts. Probably something less jingly, more tassle-y.
6. Abby and I are doing Markoff's Haunted Forest tomorrow night. We'll likely get there sometime after dusk, I'm guessing. We'll probably get food/snacks/warm drinks at some point, too. If you're local and free, you're welcome to join.
7. To tickle your funny bone: Haikus for Jews. Some favorites:
Like a bonsai tree,
your terrible posture at
my dinner table.
Today, mild shvitzing.
Tomorrow, so hot you'll plotz.
Five-day forecast--feh
Left the door open.
for the Prophet Elijah.
Now our cat is gone.
Firefly steals into
the night just like my former
partner, that gonif.
Lovely nose ring -
excuse me while I put my
head in the oven.
After the warm rain,
the sweet scent of camellias.
Did you wipe your feet?
Today I am a
man. On Monday I return
to the seventh grade.
8. Chocolate-covered pretzels are the post-PMS food of the gods. See? I was right.
9. Anybody got some recs for good, creepy ghost stories? Maybe that are stored on the web somewhere? I'm in the mood for a good creeping-out.
10. Also on the docket for tonight-- hardcore outlining for the NaNoWriMo novel that I am totally not signed up to write. *shifty eyes* Totally not.