random ramblings of Yours Truly.
Original plans for the evening: 1.) Eat dinner. 2.) Go to Toledo Area Genealogical Society meeting. 3.) Edit and post podcast.
Revised chronology for the evening: 1.) Eat dinner. 2.) Go to two-and-a-half hour Toledo Area Genealogical Society meeting. 3.) Talk to Mom on the phone for half an hour.
Don’t think the podcast is getting edited and posted tonight. Good thing I put tomorrow’s date on it when I recorded it this weekend.
To Do Tonight:
Guess what’s getting done first?
Yeah. I’m gonna go kick some Incan butt.
Update, Post-Civ IV: Oh, yeah. I forgot I was going to do some kickboxing cardio to offset the two pieces of pizza and one piece of cheesecake I had for lunch. Oops.
Really don’t want to write my report or record my podcast, but I need to do both. Gonna go stall traipse around the house for a minute and collect my thoughts (and grab my iPod so it can charge), then come back down here and start on my Webmaster Report / Suggestions to the New Board of Directors.
I hate it when I get to this slightly tired state, where my brain is getting a little disjointed and my body is starting to shut down, but my creativity is begging me to DO SOMETHING. If I were to start something now, though, I’d get sidetracked or frustrated that it wasn’t turning out right. I have a list so long that I could choose from, though.
This is usually the same mood where I see all the things I didn’t do today, either on web pages or around the house, and get frustrated because my brain wants them to just — poof — be done. My body, however, would much rather slouch in my desk chair or stretch out on the couch and read a book or play solitaire or watch cable.
Meanwhile, the part of my brain that never grew up and is never actually awake until 10am says, “Dude. 9:45pm is NOT late enough for you to be this tired.”
P.S. – Along with the whole sidetracked and disjointed brain concept, let me just mention this (which I probably shouldn’t, but I will anyway): If you’re ever going to be out of social situations for a day or an evening, be a little daring. Give your pits a rest, and don’t wear deodorant. I got a rash under one armpit, and am going deodorantless while it heals, and it’s actually quite liberating. Sure, I still washed, and I put baby powder under my one pit… but by this evening, I started experiencing my own natural odor for the first time in years.
Honestly… without anyone to make fun of me about the odor (a la middle school), it’s really not that unpleasant. Still, I’m looking forward to receiving my Kiss My Face natural deodorant on Tuesday.
Woke up this morning to discover that my alarm clock was set for 7:30am, not 7:10am as I had thought.
Drove through my ‘hood to get to work, and had to make a minor detour to get around the garbage truck that likes to drive down the middle of the street. Instead, I got caught by a school bus. Those things, along with random stupid drivers, made me late to work.
Ate two Little Debbie Double Decker Oatmeal Cream Pies to counteract the pissy mood I’d developed. Knew it was a poor idea, and did it anyway.
Heard two co-workers across the way say that, as a habit, they never read the long explanatory e-mails we send them about the changes THEY REQUESTED to the database. This after they asked how to do something in the database, not realizing that a new feature had been added, per their request. Got so mad that I: 1.) thrust my head into my clenched, clawed hands; 2.) swung my mouse around like a bullroar; 3.) put my hands down below the cube wall, out of sight, and gave the co-workers the double-bird, along with a hearty silent FUCK YOU several times over. And don’t forget the varied thrusting hand motions, both vertical and lateral.
Didn’t eat lunch. Took a 45-minute walk instead. Ate a South Beach Cereal Bar (originally intended for breakfast) as a late lunch / early afternoon snack.
To calm down after work? Civilization IV: Warlords. Couldn’t even get *that* right — the first game I started got me almost annihilated in the first few turns, so I restarted; the second game crashed and had to force quit; and the third game also got me close to annihilated, but I stuck it out and managed to survive with my three little cities until the end.
I think I feel better now, though.
Last weekend, Aaron helped me unhook the Power Mac 6500 and remove it from beneath my desk. It had been co-habitating with my Dell for some time now, but it hadn’t been powered on for months. My new(-to-me) iMac is *much* cuter, and just a little faster.
In the process of disconnecting and reconnecting and disentangling and shuffling, I had to remove a very large stack of crap from my desk. This stack o’ crap included three spoons, two water glasses, five sheets of cute anime stickers, a slew of pens, and a stack of used scrap paper.
See, before the advent of the Google to-do list, I would either e-mail myself a list of random thoughts I’d had at work, or I would write those thoughts down on a quarter-sheet of scrap paper. I would remind myself to check out certain scented oils for candlemaking, or to blog about a particular topic, or just to freakin’ wash the dishes already. So, now I have a stack of random blog topics, some as much as a year old, just waiting for me to exploit them. Plus some stale to-do items that still apply.
For shits and giggles, here are two topics I found on one sheet of scrap paper, amongst some other to-do items and doodles:
I just remembered that I used to be one of those annoying people that would say, “Smile! God loves you!” Was that really me? Good grief.
What is it that turns normal people into blogosphere celebrities? Wit, humor, honesty, design, content?
I can’t say that I’m interested in expounding on either of these topics at the moment, but I thought they were worth noting. Feel free to discuss.
*one more piece of scrap paper hits the trash*