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I just signed up for a mailing list on the old school majordomo and I got this all nostalgic feeling. with the advent of JUST HOW MUCH CRAP there is on the Internet, we can now run mailing lists off of public servers such as yahoo or topica. the old skool version of having to get confirmed (or it being attached to a .edu )
Paul commented last night there was nothing new on the web and in a sense I agree with him — it already feels like everything has been said/done and buried. but I miss finding new things and doing new things. But in the same token, a lot of stuff I want to do I can do here locally (and try to drum up users as well — like create a mailing list for local stuff etc).
I am feeling quixotic.

things get even better

my manager just pulled me aside and told me she is leaving to spearhead a new group. so either I go with her (even though I am not familiar with the technology — yet) or I stay in install and see if I can be promoted. I’m not too happy about this because if they stick me with a shitty manager, my life will be doomed and I’m basically at the point that because of my seniority and status that the company can be a bit more flexible in my requests.

the fun never stops

so I’ve been losing weight and a few of my pants are hanging kind of low. because I have huge hips, belts look retarded and is not worth wearing because I do not have a waist and finding a normal belt to wear around the upper part of my hips is like asking for a chicken to give birth to a duck.
with that in mind, I’ve known about how baggy my pants are so I’ve been making sure of wearing long shirts/cardigans and basically making sure that my underwear is not hanging out. well apparently my efforts have have not been working because I got pulled outside to have a meeting with my manager today. Apparently the director of my department walked by my cube and saw that I was wearing leopard print undies — and that I should have a talking to. At first I was stunned and then I started laughing. because you know, it is hilarious. But what got me angry (not like pissed, just, angry) was that they bitched about a short skirt I own that apparently rides up my thighs. First off, I do sit properly when wearing a skirt. Secondly that skirt goes down to my knees. Thirdly, the only time I sit with my legs open is when I’m facing the wall in my cube. Fourthly, I have not worn that skirt in over four months! Fifthly, I have worn that skirt to work for nearly 2 years.
WHY ARE THEY BRINGING UP THAT SKIRT NOW?
gah. there is a guy here who constantly wears sweat pants and has a major plumbers butt — I mean, it’s down right gross. Apparently they are talking to him too. We shall see, oh yes we will.

this is why i will never ever do system admin for a living.

i hate computers.
i hate unix.
i hate command line interface.
i hate cgi.
i hate the fact that i can not be logical enough to install a damn script so that i can start doing some projects with friends. i get pissed off that i nearly flunked math and sciences and that my brain doesn’t get logical enough for me to handle simple equations.
I AM IN A MOOD.
Only two things are saving me from being completely pissed off:
i get to see tool AND we now have a 24 hour porn channel that paul ordered for us. Yes sirree bob, I sure do love me my dishnetwork.
 
[Originally published at LiveJournal.]

are you gothic/alternative or trendy?

Why I bother with these things, I will never ever know:
Are you Goth/Trendy/Alternative?
Answer:
Wow! You’re finished. So here’s how you scored:
Goth 45%
Trendy 20%
Alternative 55%
Conclusion: Angry *and* arrogant! What a combination. You have just enough knowledge of the world to really resent it properly.
Frightening.
 
 
[Originally published at LiveJournal.]

Mike is God

mike just im’d me calling me evil.
after having an in-depth conversation with alisha and paul last night on the virtues of religion, as soon as mike called me evil, i had visions for a mere second he was god. that he was telling me my judgment.
that scared me in an ironic weird surreal way.
mike being god.
 
 
[Originally published at LiveJournal.]

Passion for Food

My food passions tend to be for things I can’t have, like faygo. I love faygo with a passion i would literally would sell my soul to get some shipped to me.
A friend and I are swapping girl scout cookies (me to her) for TimTams, which are Australian cookies. You can’t buy them in the states and goddamn they are yummylicious. 🙂 And I have them in my hot little hands! Thanks sweetie, you are the best.
Now only if i can figure out how to get someone to send me roundtable bread sticks before they get yucky!

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