Month: March 2005

OK, here is my hand at starting a new meme. You can steal it, change it, give me credit, not give me credit. Who cares. OK:

List one (or more) solid positions/beliefs you hold that would likely offend/upset. You know, a “secret” belief that you usually choose to keep close. No I’m not doing this to get my fingers in your brain, . I’m choosing to share on my own.

1. I think child molestation is no worse than sending your kids to sunday school.

(that is, the ‘evils’ of both equate in my mind)

Well, good news and bad news.

1. Good News: We are still coming down to SF this weekend. Yay!

2. Bad News: We are broke Muthas. The car’s maintenance (so we could come down) just about swallered up the last of the fundage. We have enough to cover gas and some basic sundries (a few cheap meals), but that’s about it. Luckily there aren’t any big restaurant plans or anything. We’ll just be leeching a bit off the kindness of strangers 😉

So — Who wants to buy us drinks/covercharge/snacks? 😀 We’re good company, I swear!

I had my lunch (a tast onion soup I made yesterday), but I’m gettin’ real hungry like. I need a snack, but no snacks are near. Woe is me on a snack-less monday. At home there are tortilla chips. That’s where I need to be.

Who Knew? The morning grump has left. This morning is all cheer and happy n crap.

So, Good Morning everyone! What are everyone’s plans for the weekend?

G’dammit. I’m a grump-a-holic — an irritableophile. Voodoo Donut didn’t even fix it. Somebody’s going to get it today.

The term “trackback” when referring to comments to a computer journal article bugs the silly shit out of me.

The person who coined this term needs to be surgically attached to the person who coined “blog” and thrown off the Golden Gate Bridge (after having been set on fire with a large magnifying glass.)

Indeed.

Hippy Borthday to !

Bad Planning:

I was a huge dorkus in thinking that at $45, the San Francisco Tiki Crawl bus tix wouldn’t sell out over the first weekend, right? Wrong. Now & I are on a waitinglist for 1 ticket. let us hope someone gets sick. I’m just saying: If tacky tiki has a ticket, they should refund her money right now. NO ONE LIKES A BARFER. 😀 heh. Yeah, I should get special treatment because I’m special. Short Bus Special.

Now that’s a good name for an album or a band: “Short Bus Special.” It doesn’t beat “Foetid Wheeze,” or “Dirt-naps for Dough-piles,” though.

That’s all for now – perhaps more fun later.

All of a sudden I just want to throw a huge tantrum.

So what is the best way to prepare for a 4.75mi race where you drag a shopping cart stopping at 4 bars along the way?
Apparently, it should not be “do nothing,” because that doesn’t work out so well. I can walk ok, but with a silly limp (right foot). My legs may decide to forgive me at some point, I hope. Oh – also: Wear running shoes. It was a great deal of fun, but ouch.

Maggie and a close-up of the cart

And they’re off!

The cart all tied up

In Action – you can only see my shoes

All done

On Sunday we went to brunch at this groovy place called “gravy” up on Mississippi in N. Portland. Yum. We met some LJ friends (, her hubby, and ) for brunch and the SE artwalk.
After 1 neighborhood, I had to call it quits due to both the state of my aching foot and that we had another party to attend later and I’d need use of my legs.

It was our friend Mark’s Birthday so we met him and friends at Hollywood Bowl for bowling. I couldn’t bowl so I sat and watched which was just as fun anyway.

NEED RECOVERY WEEKEND. NO PLANS FOR NEXT WEEKEND PLEASE.