Just took blood sugar: 411
Ok, not only am I definitely diabetic, but I’m DEAD. Prepare the coffins and/or insulin pump! I’m screwed! I’m an ex-ignatz!
Oh, wait. Didn’t wash my hands after cooking and eating. Uhhh.
::wash hands::
143.
RTFM, substitute.
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.
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!
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.
http://cr.yp.to/conferences/russia.html
DJB goes to Russia and regrets it.
“Is more gas building up inside the room? I thought.”
This is the standard of beauty? START THE REACTOR
I got KIDN OF DRUBK last night and tripped and fell on my own carpet and skinned my knee. I haven’t skinned my knee for over 10 years.
Tomorrow I am going to a combo 30th/60th birthday party for a friend and her mother. Neither one of them likes birthdays very much, nor decade birthdays particularly. I shall be so diplomatic you can’t even see me.
Oops, I submitted this entry too soon. Finishing it now.
I’ve been reading Veronica Geng again. She is the funniest of all the New Yorker satirists. I wish she hadn’t died young. Such an ear for cant, shilltalk, and bullshit that woman had. “Love Trouble”, her collected works, is highly recommended.
Tonight’s question is: What causes a man in his late 20s to go to a local coffeehouse and perform classic rock, 90s top-40, and miscellaneous crappy covers on guitar and vocal? What does he think he is doing? Why can’t he hear himself singing off-key? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND COVERS MATCHBOX 20?
bruisedhips was there. She’s so pretty they oughta name a drink after her.
Went to Disneyland tonight. the_silent_one got a pig. She really liked her pig. She was honking her pig a lot.
The new Winnie-the-Pooh ride is the most drugged out thing since Sid & Marty Krofft. It has to be seen to be believed. I think my favorite bit was the animal with birthday candle coming out of his head, burning, and googling eyes, rocking back and forth as other animals watered his burning candle head.
I dunno what made Pooh have that dream, but “honey” doesn’t cover it. Also, the store at the end of the ride does not sell honey. In any form.
The new Disneyland ride is basically a dumbed-down Mr. Toad. You go through some cardboard cutouts in a little car, like a carnie ride. That’s the level of innovation they’ve sunk to. I still like having the pass and going there frequently, but if I was the out-of-towner who just dropped something in the mid three figures for a day there with the kids, I’d be disappointed nowadays.
Quote of the week, from realitylost:
“That’s why I broke up with my boyfriend. I just wasn’t getting enough exercise!”
Disneyland was a pretty good place to be for “talk like a pirate day”, anyway. Lots of pirate stuff there, of just the right cheesy kind.
Snow White’s Castle was all roped off with people keeping you away. I wonder if the portcullis fell on someone, and if so, what form do they have to fill out?
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