Author: substitute

nope

No more hippo talk, damnit

I caused an accidental flashmob tonight. I told hensatc that I was at Starbucks via IM. An hour later there were 8 people there. Odd.

The Starbucks has everything: wireless, Muzak, car crashes out on Newport Boulevard, beautiful people, beggars asking for cigarettes, Aloysius the Artist, and lots of smog.

I had a flashmeal also: stirfried chicken with mushrooms, broccoli, and sweet/sour/spicy sauce I made. Very nice. Then I had a flashdrink: vodka in a fruit smoothie.

Now all I need is some flashsex. INSIDE VOICE, INSIDE VOICE.

I fed the flashcat also, so she is currently my best friend. Mrow, mrow, mrow. Purr, rub, cuddle.

I think the sriracha sauce from my meal is taking over my bloodstream; my arms feel hot.

Where are you in your LIFE right now?

Due to my regular local coffeehouse being closed, I’m at a starbucks on a busy corner. They have wireless here, which is nice, since I’m a subscriber.

At the next table an earnest man in a tie is “coaching” a younger man. He first explained that coaching was different than therapy because it was forward-looking and not backward-looking, and it was about moving forward! For forward motion! And then he took a “career inventory” of the guy’s life and they’re talking about what he wants to do with all his forward motion.

He’s also talking about how GOD wants us to figure out what the heck we want in our lives. And our natural talents and gifts.

Periodically a car will go by and the fairly pleasant Starbucks bebop will be temporarily interrupted by banda or Madonna or Avril.

Someone inside is hogging the seat with the power plug.

My Powerbook turned out to have 512M RAM after all; it was just badly seated. Thank you Genius at the Apple Genius Bar!

I just stopped in to see what condition my condition was in

The weekend, sadly, was a bust. I failed to go to a perfectly good BBQ in walking distance of my house on Saturday because I was depressed and disoriented. Then I tried to go to the dreaded 60/30 hellbirthday on Sunday only to find that it had happened on Saturday; I had been misinformed. The D’s crowd therefore got a surprise visit from me bearing hummus.

I’m fighting a pernicious desire to stay in bed with the covers over my head. It’s all wrong; this is a bad time of my life to be down ‘n’ dumpy.

Mad props to hensatc for hooking me up with a very nicely priced floor-demo Apple laptop. I’m now in the OS X full-time, and not just when I can boot my mother off her own computer. I obviously miss a lot of things about Linux that I had tuned up and familiar, but I can tell this is going to be a good desktop OS for me. Besides, these powerbooks have beautiful displays and ergonomics, unlike my dying work-provided ThinkPad.

realitylost thinks I should shave off my beard, but I cling to it: cling, cling, cling.