• This morning, I dreamed that I was doing skateboarding tricks riding a wheeled push-broom.  It was strangely exhilarating.
• As dismissive as I was about Facebook in the beginning, I can easily lose an hour without realizing it because, unlike LiveJournal, my friends are actually people I know with whom I regularly interact in the real world.
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So, D.'s first game of Facebook Scrabble and he not only beats me but blows away my standing for highest game score on my friends list. Since he's not initiating them himself, I am going to drag him into playing my extended social circle, if only so everyone can share in having their rankings lowered by his merciless bingo'ing ( Read more... )

Friday was a flurry of shopping, alcohol and Kathy Griffin at the DAR Constitution Hall that culminated in some much-anticipated, explosive, over-the-shoulder ejaculating sex. Saturday was a more subdued celebration of overindulgence in sleep, alcohol, snack foods and television. Sunday should have been more of the same, except the problem with ( Read more... )

Personally, I think the reason Ikea features a cafeteria and snack bars is not to make a profit off a captive audience but rather to prevent the homicidal killing sprees that seem warranted after fighting your way through a ready-to-assemble labyrinth populated by milling throngs, kamikaze shopping carts and screaming infants. We had the foresight ( Read more... )

D. doesn't work Fridays during the summer, meaning, despite the lack of federal holiday, I've got him for a three day weekend, which has been quite a charming change. The one minor snag being that, even though I took Friday off, I needed to call into a sprint planning meeting with the various team leads from 10-11am. To put a positive spin on the ( Read more... )

For me, the term "first impression" is a bit of a misnomer. Too often, the first encounter with someone is unworthy of committal to memory. For example, with jr_red, that literal first impression would be the manner in which he quietly materialized from the garage (as both D. and I were staring expectantly at the front door) and greeted us from a safe ( Read more... )

The title itself practically an oxymoron, MGM Grand Detroit is something out of a Star Trek or Twilight Zone episode - you awaken to find yourself in a tiny replica of Vegas, accurate in almost every respect yet somehow "off." Imagine Kandor, Superman's city in a bottle. The MGM is an escapist attempt by the ragtag survivors of armageddon to ( Read more... )

"Peek-a-boo?!? A FUCKING Peek-a-boo window ( Read more... )

I was ranting at D. on my cell phone when I pulled into the economy parking lot entrance, smashed the glowing red button with my thumb and ripped the resulting ticket from its smooth metallic slit ( Read more... )

Last night, I had a dream that my boyfriend and I were participants in the Amazing Race. On the final episode, we kicked ass, building a substantial headstart. The final challenge, however, was to select and gift wrap presents for a young Japanese couple. The recipients would pick the winner(s) of the show based on what gift they preferred ( Read more... )