Monday, February 23, 2004
March of Red Death
Naomi was out seeing Miracle with hockey friends & I got home from my race. After recovering a bit, I thought I'd surprise her and clean the bathrooms. I was walking back and forth, this room to that, collecting the various supplies I needed and multi-tasking running some simulations for school.
As I proceeded back-- or maybe it was forth-- I noticed a little red on the bottom of my shoe. I thought that's weird... I wondered if my slipper reacted with the floor cleaner. Until I turned around and saw a dozen red footprints running down the hall.
Turns out the cats had gotten into a makeup bag, and had played with some lipstick. I stepped on the lipstick and tracked it around the house! I abandoned the idea of cleaning the bathrooms in favor of cursing for about 15 minutes straight as I attacked all the spots with a bottle of Resolve. I even phoned up Naomi at Chevy's to curse a little bit.
Well, it further turns out that the lipstick was one of Naomi's 'longest lasting' ones, and the resolve only kindasort worked. So there are a lot of pink spots on our carpet. Eventually the bathrooms did get cleaned, but it wasn't by me.
As I proceeded back-- or maybe it was forth-- I noticed a little red on the bottom of my shoe. I thought that's weird... I wondered if my slipper reacted with the floor cleaner. Until I turned around and saw a dozen red footprints running down the hall.
Turns out the cats had gotten into a makeup bag, and had played with some lipstick. I stepped on the lipstick and tracked it around the house! I abandoned the idea of cleaning the bathrooms in favor of cursing for about 15 minutes straight as I attacked all the spots with a bottle of Resolve. I even phoned up Naomi at Chevy's to curse a little bit.
Well, it further turns out that the lipstick was one of Naomi's 'longest lasting' ones, and the resolve only kindasort worked. So there are a lot of pink spots on our carpet. Eventually the bathrooms did get cleaned, but it wasn't by me.
Friday, February 20, 2004
Maher
Today I was pointed to, and thereby discovered, Bill Maher's blog A great snippet:
"And now I’m hearing a lot of people say they don’t know if they’re “comfortable” with Mr. Kerry. To which I would like to counsel: Who cares if you’re “comfortable!” He’s not running for national game show host. You don’t have to fuck him, just vote for him."
It still chaps me that this guy was run out of town for having the balls to call president Bush on his misuse of the word "cowardly."
"And now I’m hearing a lot of people say they don’t know if they’re “comfortable” with Mr. Kerry. To which I would like to counsel: Who cares if you’re “comfortable!” He’s not running for national game show host. You don’t have to fuck him, just vote for him."
It still chaps me that this guy was run out of town for having the balls to call president Bush on his misuse of the word "cowardly."
Monday, February 16, 2004
Happy Valentine's day, all
Mine was a good one. Got asked to work this weekend, but fortunately said NO! this time. Saturday AM Naomi and I went up to Mountain View, met Ed & Mira for a ride to Woodside & back (they kept going-- we had to turn around to get back in time for Naomi's "hangover"). Naomi gave me a nice new set of Castelli shorts/jersey. High-tech shorts to protect my valuables-- what could be more romantic than that? I went with jewelry for her, always a reliable choice.
After the ride and Naomi's nail appt. (oops, sorry, gave it away), I flashed out to the store for the ingredients for bruschetta. Good thing I bought twice as much bread as I needed because I burned the first batch! It came out good! Took it to Special K & J's for the Who-Really-Wants-to-Get-Fleeced-by-Dining-Out Valentine's day party. And everyone got garlic breath, ha-ha! Even though we were subjected to the Sound of Music for the 97th time, it was a good time.
Sunday, we finished cleaning out the gutters and then I went on a tough ride, climbing Hicks both ways. I got changed and we went out and test-drove some Outbacks, and resisted the WRX. We had intended to go to Bella Roma in Capitola for dinner, but it got too late, so we went with Krung Thai instead. Mmmmm! Lots of leftovers, too.
Monday, we woke up to sucky, sucky weather, so it was hard to get motivated to do much outdoors. So Naomi worked and I did grad school stuff. Then we took a quick trip to SF so she could test-drive a hot rod. Except, since she doesn't really like driving in the city or in the rain, I drove it. And I think she vicariously liked it! Still figuring out what car(s) to get, tho'.
I think my 100,000 Matlab iterations are about done, so it's back to work.
After the ride and Naomi's nail appt. (oops, sorry, gave it away), I flashed out to the store for the ingredients for bruschetta. Good thing I bought twice as much bread as I needed because I burned the first batch! It came out good! Took it to Special K & J's for the Who-Really-Wants-to-Get-Fleeced-by-Dining-Out Valentine's day party. And everyone got garlic breath, ha-ha! Even though we were subjected to the Sound of Music for the 97th time, it was a good time.
Sunday, we finished cleaning out the gutters and then I went on a tough ride, climbing Hicks both ways. I got changed and we went out and test-drove some Outbacks, and resisted the WRX. We had intended to go to Bella Roma in Capitola for dinner, but it got too late, so we went with Krung Thai instead. Mmmmm! Lots of leftovers, too.
Monday, we woke up to sucky, sucky weather, so it was hard to get motivated to do much outdoors. So Naomi worked and I did grad school stuff. Then we took a quick trip to SF so she could test-drive a hot rod. Except, since she doesn't really like driving in the city or in the rain, I drove it. And I think she vicariously liked it! Still figuring out what car(s) to get, tho'.
I think my 100,000 Matlab iterations are about done, so it's back to work.
Monday, February 09, 2004
good news, bad news
Good news is that I lost 5 lbs and had a very relaxing weekend!
The bad news is that the reason for it is that Naomi passed along her intestinal flu to me! Thanks, Naomi!
I spent most of the weekend in bed or otherwise prone. There was no bike racing on Sunday-- too sick. There was no joy in food. It shot through me, in the words of Lister, "faster than a nun's first curry." I'm on the mend and preparing to head back into work tomorrow. Yay.
The bad news is that the reason for it is that Naomi passed along her intestinal flu to me! Thanks, Naomi!
I spent most of the weekend in bed or otherwise prone. There was no bike racing on Sunday-- too sick. There was no joy in food. It shot through me, in the words of Lister, "faster than a nun's first curry." I'm on the mend and preparing to head back into work tomorrow. Yay.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Jesus Christ, people, get a grip!
So, apparently...
Hey, I watched that game! I caught part of the halftime show, including the less-that-licit breast exposure, and I wanna know, where's *my* share of those fines?? I mean, if the FCC is going to protect me from seeing Janet Jackson's right breast for free for 0.5 seconds, and collect fines, shouldn't they pay the people who were traumatized? And since I watched it 3 or 4 times, I think I should receive 3-4 times as much as someone who only watched it once.
I just can't fathom how prude people are! It is a *breast*, people! Not only has everyone seen at least one, 99.99% of people have had one in their mouth.
What is it we're being protected from? It clearly isn't sex, because we saw Britney Spears writhing in a near-nude body suit every 15 minutes during the superbowl in an ad for the Grammy's. And it clearly isn't sex either, because it's all over TV, especially when music is concerned. Just check out MTV for 10 minutes. And it can't be sex, because how often do you hear those commercials on the radio talking about men with ejaculatory dysfunction?
Which question is easier to answer for an average American?
"Daddy, what's ejaculatory dysfunction?"
or
"Daddy, was that Janet Jackson's booby?"
And which answer do you think an impressionable child is more prepared to hear?
To sum up:
Feh!
"CBS faces a Federal Communications Commission investigation into whether the Super Bowl show violated decency laws, with potential fines of up to $27,500. If applied to each CBS station, the fine could reach into the millions."link
Hey, I watched that game! I caught part of the halftime show, including the less-that-licit breast exposure, and I wanna know, where's *my* share of those fines?? I mean, if the FCC is going to protect me from seeing Janet Jackson's right breast for free for 0.5 seconds, and collect fines, shouldn't they pay the people who were traumatized? And since I watched it 3 or 4 times, I think I should receive 3-4 times as much as someone who only watched it once.
I just can't fathom how prude people are! It is a *breast*, people! Not only has everyone seen at least one, 99.99% of people have had one in their mouth.
What is it we're being protected from? It clearly isn't sex, because we saw Britney Spears writhing in a near-nude body suit every 15 minutes during the superbowl in an ad for the Grammy's. And it clearly isn't sex either, because it's all over TV, especially when music is concerned. Just check out MTV for 10 minutes. And it can't be sex, because how often do you hear those commercials on the radio talking about men with ejaculatory dysfunction?
Which question is easier to answer for an average American?
"Daddy, what's ejaculatory dysfunction?"
or
"Daddy, was that Janet Jackson's booby?"
And which answer do you think an impressionable child is more prepared to hear?
To sum up:
Feh!
Monday, February 02, 2004
Lameness
On Friday, the lead came up to me and asked if I could work on Saturday. I told him I needed a couple of hours to decide (i.e. talk to Naomi), but he said he needed to know right then, we were behind, had to progress, etc. I was on the spot, and torn between being a good worker bee and having my weekend. I caved, and said yes. I really didn't want to go, and felt like I had been bullied into it a little bit, but ok, I said yes, so I was going in.
Then I got there on Saturday, only to find that a different group was working on my machine! I wouldn't be able to work on it for a few hours. Totally lame! I was badgered* into coming in, and they didn't even need me! So, fuck that noise, I'm outta here. I told them to page me when they were done and I went home. Went back in about 6. After that, things went all sucky and I ended up staying until 1am just to get to a stopping point, but that's boring work stuff.
Then I got there on Saturday, only to find that a different group was working on my machine! I wouldn't be able to work on it for a few hours. Totally lame! I was badgered* into coming in, and they didn't even need me! So, fuck that noise, I'm outta here. I told them to page me when they were done and I went home. Went back in about 6. After that, things went all sucky and I ended up staying until 1am just to get to a stopping point, but that's boring work stuff.
