Happy Halloween!
Now fork over the candy!
Now fork over the candy!
10.31.2003
10.30.2003
I just saw one of these while I was out running errands at lunch. Ugliest. Car. Ever.
Seriously. You can't tell from that image. Doesn't look all that bad, right? Looks kind of like a compact wagon. Except it isn't. It's bigger than most SUV's. It sort of looks like a mutant growth-hormoned compact car on big wheels. IT's a Tonka toy. Blech.
Seriously. You can't tell from that image. Doesn't look all that bad, right? Looks kind of like a compact wagon. Except it isn't. It's bigger than most SUV's. It sort of looks like a mutant growth-hormoned compact car on big wheels. IT's a Tonka toy. Blech.
10.26.2003
And so I'm sitting here, trying to summon up the motivation to go to Target and buy socks. It's cold in Austin today. 53 degrees outside and light rain and the kind of day you spend curled up on the couch. Yeah, shaddup - that's cold around these parts! The Grateful Dead is playing on my current playlist - nice and legally downloaded from Itunes.
Meanwhile, apparently my friend Bruce is being chased out of his home by an act of nature. And Lizzie and Karl are over in London bouncing a beautiful Zoezilla baby.
And I? I'm lacking the motivation to put on my shoes and go outside. Man, that just makes me feel such the lazy ass.
Meanwhile, apparently my friend Bruce is being chased out of his home by an act of nature. And Lizzie and Karl are over in London bouncing a beautiful Zoezilla baby.
And I? I'm lacking the motivation to put on my shoes and go outside. Man, that just makes me feel such the lazy ass.
10.16.2003
Makin' me feel so old.
Man. I loved the football game. In sixth grade we all knew how to fix the wires in it so it didn't make any sound and you could play it under your desk. (No, there was no volume control.)
Of course, we also all knew exactly which page numbers had the sex scenes in the much-passed-around copy of Endless Love. So that might say a lot about our level of sophistication...
Man. I loved the football game. In sixth grade we all knew how to fix the wires in it so it didn't make any sound and you could play it under your desk. (No, there was no volume control.)
Of course, we also all knew exactly which page numbers had the sex scenes in the much-passed-around copy of Endless Love. So that might say a lot about our level of sophistication...
10.14.2003
All I'm sayin' is... such a cute couple!
10.13.2003
Spaceships, swords, and Swatches, huzzah!
Keith and I returned yesterday from a lovely long weekend in Houston. Friday, we raced down from Austin to the Johnson Space Center, where we spent most of the day. I'm still bummed we didn't manage to get on the VIP tour, but we still caught a tram tour of the complex and enjoyed the exhibits and movies at the museum. I'd been there once before, years ago, and while much has changed, I still wanted to jump off the tram, run into one of the buildings, and claim squatter's rights on a job there. And the funny thing is, I bet any number of people who work there would gladly trade places to work where I do. It's nice to be reminded sometimes that I'm pretty lucky to be where I am. Though I'd still trade it in a second to be an astronaut...
We stayed at a cute little bed and breakfast with a cat on the porch and 12-foot ceilings in the bedrooms. It was definitely fun for a treat, but considering how little time we actually spent there awake, next time I'd probably go back to a traditional hotel.
Saturday was the Texas Renaissance Festival, complete with wenches and swordsmen and people in layers of clothing that gave me empathy sweats just looking at them. We had a great time, I'll eventually have pictures (took the regular camera, not digital), and ended up exhausted and in bed by 9 pm.
On Sunday, we took in the Galleria before heading back to Austin. We took my car for the trip, and the bug held up beautifully on her first extended road trip. It was my first time back in Houston since I'd lived there 10 years ago, and brought back plenty of memories. It's hard to believe I was ever that young, poor, or bravely stupid to move to a city where I had no job and no connections. It seems like so long ago, and it was, really, and I wonder what happened to the small group of friends I made while living there.
More on that later, however - as today I've got a presentation to finish, tomorrow I'm off to San Jose, and for the rest of the week, I'll be training a new staff member back her in Austin. Apparently I'll sleep NEXT weekend....
Keith and I returned yesterday from a lovely long weekend in Houston. Friday, we raced down from Austin to the Johnson Space Center, where we spent most of the day. I'm still bummed we didn't manage to get on the VIP tour, but we still caught a tram tour of the complex and enjoyed the exhibits and movies at the museum. I'd been there once before, years ago, and while much has changed, I still wanted to jump off the tram, run into one of the buildings, and claim squatter's rights on a job there. And the funny thing is, I bet any number of people who work there would gladly trade places to work where I do. It's nice to be reminded sometimes that I'm pretty lucky to be where I am. Though I'd still trade it in a second to be an astronaut...
We stayed at a cute little bed and breakfast with a cat on the porch and 12-foot ceilings in the bedrooms. It was definitely fun for a treat, but considering how little time we actually spent there awake, next time I'd probably go back to a traditional hotel.
Saturday was the Texas Renaissance Festival, complete with wenches and swordsmen and people in layers of clothing that gave me empathy sweats just looking at them. We had a great time, I'll eventually have pictures (took the regular camera, not digital), and ended up exhausted and in bed by 9 pm.
On Sunday, we took in the Galleria before heading back to Austin. We took my car for the trip, and the bug held up beautifully on her first extended road trip. It was my first time back in Houston since I'd lived there 10 years ago, and brought back plenty of memories. It's hard to believe I was ever that young, poor, or bravely stupid to move to a city where I had no job and no connections. It seems like so long ago, and it was, really, and I wonder what happened to the small group of friends I made while living there.
More on that later, however - as today I've got a presentation to finish, tomorrow I'm off to San Jose, and for the rest of the week, I'll be training a new staff member back her in Austin. Apparently I'll sleep NEXT weekend....
10.08.2003
Pardon the interruption there wherein I disappeared for a couple days. The server hosting digression.com moved and Blogger/Google seems to have cached the old IP address - which left me unable to post for a few days. The delightful and wonderful Andy has helped me work around the problem, so I'm back and posting. Yay!
Still haven't heard back from Yahoo on why all my e-mail is being spam filtered though. So again - if you wrote and I didn't write back, it isn't lack of love. I love you. I think you're beautiful, baby. Fantastic and wonderful and you're the only one for me. I swear.
I just probably accidentally deleted your e-mail.
Still haven't heard back from Yahoo on why all my e-mail is being spam filtered though. So again - if you wrote and I didn't write back, it isn't lack of love. I love you. I think you're beautiful, baby. Fantastic and wonderful and you're the only one for me. I swear.
I just probably accidentally deleted your e-mail.
10.06.2003
A public service message about spam!
For some reason known only to Yahoo (since they haven't deigned to answer my e-mail yet), Yahoo has been auto-filtering any e-mail that comes to my digression.com e-mail address as spam. Since up until recently, I just auto-deleted anything in my spam folder, this means if you e-mailed me in the last month or so and I haven't responded, your e-mail was probably deleted as spam. I'm now going through the spam by hand again, but if you did send mail and I didn't respond, please send again?
Thanks!
For some reason known only to Yahoo (since they haven't deigned to answer my e-mail yet), Yahoo has been auto-filtering any e-mail that comes to my digression.com e-mail address as spam. Since up until recently, I just auto-deleted anything in my spam folder, this means if you e-mailed me in the last month or so and I haven't responded, your e-mail was probably deleted as spam. I'm now going through the spam by hand again, but if you did send mail and I didn't respond, please send again?
Thanks!
