haiku wednesday

anniversary

at work, celebrated by

goofing off all day.

Anniversary

Today is my two year anniversary at my job.  Go me!

Hello out there

So, I haven't really blogged in a while. Only fake blogging by putting up little snippets of stuff here and there. But, I'm beginning a whole new phase of my life right now (which I'll go into more detail about later) and am thinking that it might be time to start up this here old blog again. Ya know, just to see if there's anyone out there.

Bloggers have this weird relationship with their readers that I don't fully understand. Maybe because I don't have any readers, but that's beside the point because I am a regular reader of several blogs. I used to read Tequila Mockingbird all the time, but then one day a couple of years ago she fell off the face of the earth. No, seriously, I thought she might've died or something. She's posted maybe 3 times in the last two years, so I know that she's not dead but I don't go checking her site anymore to see if she's put anything new up. The disappointment is just not worth it.

Another favorite blogger of mine, Cupcake, wrote a post a few months back about how she doesn't give a shit about blogging anymore. As one of her faithful readers, I have to say I was truly disappointed. She still puts something up once a week or so, but they're rarely personal. It all makes me wonder what kind of duty a blogger has to their blog and readers.

Blogs allow people to form largely unrequited relationships on both sides of the screen. The blogger has a false sense of a relationship to their presumed audience (unless they have a real audience of friends and family or something - I know, what??), and the reader has a false sense of knowing the person at the keyboard. So, when one of the parties gives up on the process, what happens to those relationships? Cupcake's decision to stop posting actually made me feel like I was losing a friend. Is that weird? Is it any weirder than wanting to invite her to hang out when she comes to San Francisco next week? I mean, I don't actually know her, or SheWalks, or any of the other famous and not-so-famous bloggers I read, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to invite them over for lunch.

I'm just rambling here, though. I'd love to hear other people's thoughts....if they're actually reading this, that is. :)

Wednesday Haikus

Lots to do of late.

Must remember to get sleep;

Can't be a zombie.

 

Internet dating -

Nice guys maybe, weird guys yes.

Many frogs to kiss.

H2O

Fascinating article on bottled water and something that I've been thinking about for a while now:

http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/117/features-message-in-a-bottle.html

 

I choose funny

I heart Pearl.

Belated Haiku Wednesday

little blotchy hives,

why do you torment me so?

and what are you from?

Genius and Slacker

So, I was feeling nostalgic today and decided to re-read the archives of this blog. Mostly the stuff from 2005, when I was actually taking this whole writing thing seriously. And, I have to say, I was really pretty funny. Is it too egotistical of me to actually laugh at my own writing? Where did that dedication and ability go?

email

I just got an email offering me a visit from the "big dick fairy".  Awesome.  I wonder what I have to put under my pillow for that?

Breaking News

In The Know: Teenagers and Alcohol

covered

I am exhaused and thisclose to going to bed, but I wanted to share the mess that is me. I just got home from a very, very long day and up until a minute ago when I took a much needed shower, I was covered. I had chai latte on my sweater, ultrasound gel on my chest, tomato juice on my jeans, and sap in my hair. It's a good thing I also have a shower and a washing machine.

So wise

According to my Snapple, all porcupines float in water. I feel sorry for all the poor wet little creatures who helped 'em figure that one out.

What is luck?

Yesterday, as I was leaving BART, a bird tried to land on my head.  I felt his little scratchy claws on my scalp.  A scruffy looking man nearby started shouting, "It's good luck...the bird....it's good luck, it's good luck!!!"  A woman walking next to me clarified, "It's good luck that it didn't poop on your head."

 

I washed my hair extra good last night.

J-E-L-L-O

 

I managed to drop raspberry jello down my shirt today at work.  You can imagine my surprise at feeling something cold and slimy in my bra a couple minutes after finishing the last bite.

hi

hello...I'm just popping in to send a shoutout out into the ether...

Haiku Wednesday

what to make of them,

these things called "relationships"?

not like the movies.

I saw a hot redheadded guy on BART on Wednesday.  It's remarkable because he is the first hot redheaded guy I have ever seen.  I was kind of stunned.  Yeah, sure there are plenty of "cute" redheads, but never have I seen one this smolderingly hot.  Bravo, sir.  Way to inherit good genes.

Top Nine Favorite Deep Fried Things To Eat:

(not to be confused with all those deep-fried things you shouldn't eat)

 

9) steak-frites (the super thin kind)

8) curly fries

7) potstickers

6) falafel

5) chocolate cake donuts

4) tostada salad shells (preferably with guac)

3) mozzarella sticks

2) mini-corn dogs

1) onion rings

equality for immigrants

It literally brings tears to my eyes to see people try to claim what should be theirs but isn't.  There is a large immigrants' rights march and rally going on outside of my office right now.  It's a stirring thing to observe and a cause that I support wholeheartedly, I just hope that people outside of the choir are listening.

Good day Sunshine

Yay, it's finally stopped raining here.  No more soggy pant hems and lugging around a mouldering umbrella.  Hope it lasts!