Got my promotion!

I'm now a network administrator and I'm drunk on power!  Actually, I'm buzzed on cold pills, but close enough.  My first project as network admin?  Fix one the office wireless networks, one that the original IT guy, the one with lots of experience and qualifications advised my bosses to get rid of because it was too expensive, too complicated and an all around piece of over priced crap.  About a year and half ago we got this dire warning, but someone in the office had insisted on buying a $500 access point that's incredibly unreliable.
Anyway the point is it's my job to fix it.  In theory this'll be a piece a cake, in practice I hope my phenomenal luck will get me through this.  I'm waiting for the router to come in, so I'm "pre trouble shooting"... what fun.  I can't wait to see what happens with this.

Wonderful world of mini washers

As an apartment dweller for the past 6 years of my life I've dreamed of the opportunity of having my washing machine and dryer. Some (very few) apartments come equipped with these luxury necessities, those that do have been well out of my price range, but now I've discover the miniwasher and am eager to damage my new dwelling. They're ittle-bittle, which defines them as cute, and I would never need to let laundry pile up around the home, I could just toss in the wash. Oh, I feel giddy.

I think the dryer/washer combo above is likely out my price range, and probably uses an ungodly amount of energy. And, of course the washer could always leak and cause enough damage to get me evicted.
So I think I'll try my luck with this, the Eco Egg lingerie washer!

Which is even smaller, therefore cuter.

How do you feel today?

Euphoric and strange, just like these girls.

David Carrdine Dead!

In Bangkok, no less... I guess there'll be no Kill Bill III...Oops, I Missed.  But let's not make jokes and remember him for his finest work from his long film career, Death Race 2000.

I think I might be a zombie

I've been really sick for this past few days, so sick I'm concerned that I might have died and am now sitting at my desk as a member of the living dead.  It could be worse, zombie are very chic now for some reason... I guess that the rest of the world has caught on with the campy goodness that combines so well with the terrifying idea of a tireless predator that can't feel pain.  
Anyway, I'm one of those now, but more in the style of Night of the Living Dorks rather than Resident Evil.


Moving on, I've had the stomach flu, or possibly food poisoning, I'm not terribly sure which.  For two days I ate nothing and still managed to throw up.  I know, I amaze myself too.  

I craves...

Eggs!  All week I've been devouring those fuckers.  And by fuckers I mean egg-beaters.  Which means I'll never be able to use these super cute gun shapes for 'em, because they demand to be made into scrambles... maybe these things could be used as cookie cutters.

 Every item in the fridge has made at one point or another into that gooey mixture.  Tomatoes, basil, garlic, shallots, cilantro, bell peppers, chiles, corn, spinach, croutons and cheese have all  been mercilessly sacrificed to my craving de jour.  

Even when I've had nasty egg things, like the commune eggs from Mao's (I know it's shocking that commune doesn't equal delicious) I still ate all the egg out of the dish.  They've been burned into our collective food mind, I know this because X just sent me a recipe for a better (edible) version of the dish and it's been over a week since we were subjected to this trauma.  

Nightmares!

The other night I had a nonstop nightmare fest that actually prevented me from sleeping for more than minutes at a time.  Last, last night, I kept drifting off to sleep thinking of various scary scenarios, which I knew was a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself.  Each time I would drop off it would be into some new nightmare.  An uber-nightmare, if you will.  Zombies, misc. monsters, murders, and ghost ( I've never had a nightmare with ghost, ever) continuously acting out some horrific play, sometimes with slight variations, sometimes with totally different plots.
I thought maybe this was related to my midnight cheesecake binge at Denny's, or the aftershock of therapy, but I then I realized the real cause; horror movie depravation!
Yup, that has to be it, because for the past few days not one faux-gore soaked scene has graced by optical nerves.  There are two reasons for this, each more dastardly than the last; the rabbit chewed up my ethernet cable shutting down internet access and I seen every horror movie worth watching on Netflix streaming.
Under normal circumstances I rarely have nightmares, or at least I don't have nightmares involving monsters et al.  But without my daily does of focus grouped ultra violence moving smart ass viewer to terrified, or more often deeply confused, participant.