I been in the right place but it must have been the wrong time
I'd have said the right thing but I must have used the wrong line
I'd a took the right road but I must have took a wrong turn
Would have made the right move but I made it at the wrong time


Ahh, the inspiring words of Dr. John. And an excellent summation of my current life state in which I flip back and forth between the right place, wrong time, right time, and wrong place. And the places and times, they just aren't aligning, my friends. Alas.

Had a fantastic weekend with games, movies, plumbers, a sailboat, and my first foray into Geocaching. Who would have thought trudging around in the woods with a GPS would be that much fun? And hey - I brought home duck bubbles, a glow stick, and a pretty fine tan. I can't wait to get back out there and search more next weekend!

Events have conspired in the last few months to an end result that has brought me more time outdoors than I've probably managed in seven years. I forgot how much I enjoy being out in nature and actually participating in the world around me. One of the conspiring events was the death of my computer motherboard, and I just haven't found the urge to replace it yet. I could scrounge up the money, but really - I don't want a reason to sit in the house and play games. I've new games to play outside, and the laptop covers my writing needs. What more does a girl need?

She needs to say the right thing - instead of just the wrong line - apparently. But that is a story for another time...

The thing is - I don't even really like fish that much, but Damion's pufferfish tale made me snarf in the same way I laugh at my cat when he forgets that falling water is wet, jumps in the shower with me, and siezes up with this horrified look on his face...

Corey writes up an excellent review of last season's Buffy. A few years ago, I really dug my heels in and determined that I would not, could not, like Buffy. It was fluffy candy TV. Suitable for the type of crowd-following sheep-geek who writes fan fiction. I was proud that I'd never watched a single episode. Too lowbrow for the likes of my refined television palate, you know.

But then New Year's Day rolled around and FX did a marathon run of premier episodes of some of their series. And I happened to catch the Buffy pilot. And then I went to England and Lizzie got me even more hooked. So I came home and bought the first season on DVD. And now I'm off to buy the second season on DVD after work tonight.

Baa.

As I drove home from BookPeople earlier, a black cat ran across the street in front of me and scooted into the cemetary by my house. Black cat crossing the path? An omen. Black cat crossing path to run into large expansive space filled with cadavers? That's an omen right upside the head, ya'll.

Fantastic Teen Angst Websites from Karl.

Thank god the Internet didn't exist in its current form when I was 15. It's bad enough finding my teen angst poetry hidden away in boxes of diaries. I can't imagine how mortified I'd be if some of that crap was forever archived via Google.

I must admit that even though I should say something positive and 'sisterly' about young women finding themselves through new media, after reading some of those I can only think how happy I am that, despite my stressfull life lately, at least I'm no longer 17 and finding it subversive and cool to give names to my own knees.

Hah!

Austin rated by Forbes magazine as the 2nd best town in the country for single people.

Yeah. Of course it is.

Ever feel like you've utterly lost your ability to communicate? Like you can have a conversation with someone, explain your point of view precisely, walk away from the conversation, and two minutes later discover the other person heard exactly the opposite of what you said?

I used to be so good at communicating with people... hell - it's what I do for a living. But lately I feel like I must be speaking another language and not know it. I think people understand me. I think I've said something correctly. Hell, I even confirm that I've said what I think I said. And I keep getting screwed by perceived statements and conversations that I never spoke, or had. On top of it all, I'm also learning that I'm a shitty judge of character.

It's nights like this that I really miss being in a relationship. I'm so frustrated and furious and I just want someone around to kiss the top of my head and tell me its all right and the little things don't matter in the grand scheme of the world. I want someone to take care of me, even if they can't fix the problem. Instead, I get to sit here alone and fume.

Maybe gray IS an appropriate color for this website lately.

I really need to redesign this site again. I decided that I don't like the gray. I definitely don't like the gray. So I don't like posting because of the gray. This would be less of an issue if my main computer weren't broken and I had access to any sort of paint program. But alas, I got the laptop. Laptop is what I got. So unless someone wants to buy me a new motherboard, things will be slow going around here lately because I'm annoyed by gray.

In the meantime, you can speculate over why I'm still at work at 9:30 on a Tuesday night. I'm speculating upon it myself, thanks. Along with that I'm also speculating over why, dear god, why I'm actually sitting here listing to the "Bring it On" movie soundtrack. I'm so shamed by my occasionally crap musical tastes.

You may ask yourself, "What happened to Susan?"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful Susan. This is not my beautiful life."

It's late in the day. I'm weary. My plans include an IRC chat tonight. My cup runneth over with goofiness around this time of day. But hey - I promised Broooos an update, so Broos gets an update!

E3 was amazing, colorful, loud, and fun. Bruce was correct in his description of our meeting - I nearly leapt across a counter and hurdled myself at him. It's been almost three years too long since I've seen his dimpled face, damnit. It has also been too long since I saw Erik's face - which looks significantly different since he's far balder than last I saw him. It was really fantastic to see you guys and I miss you both. (Hella good to see that Erik is still working in the industry though!)

I capped off the week by getting horribly, god-awful drunk on gin and tonics and sake in a sushi restaurant, finding myself in a strip club in the middle of Hollywood at 1 AM, and spending nearly 24 hours awake including a red-eye flight home from LA. And yes, you can sign me right up for next year.

I've decided to rename one of my cats 'Pavlov' due to his obsession with the refrigerator door. No matter where he is in the house, if he hears the fridge open, he tears through the house and jumps in the bottom of the fridge. It's a good thing I don't require my pets to be, you know, sane...