Archive for January, 2007

I'm making myself smrter right this second, people

January 31, 2007

Did you know that if you listen to streaming German classical music stations – meaning, the station is located in Germany and they all speak German and yes, that’s probably painfully obvious – that it actually makes you smarter? Plus, it’s way cool to be listening to Pavarotti and then hear a commericial for Flichersmucsh (?) with REALLY EXCITED PEOPLE. Just watch – that Flichersmucsh is probably some kind of prune supplement and I’m getting subliminal messages.

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I’m making myself smrter right this second, people

January 31, 2007

Did you know that if you listen to streaming German classical music stations – meaning, the station is located in Germany and they all speak German and yes, that’s probably painfully obvious – that it actually makes you smarter? Plus, it’s way cool to be listening to Pavarotti and then hear a commericial for Flichersmucsh (?) with REALLY EXCITED PEOPLE. Just watch – that Flichersmucsh is probably some kind of prune supplement and I’m getting subliminal messages.

I've got the 12 year old blues….doo doo wah

January 31, 2007

Having a 12 year old around the house is an interesting experience.

Interesting in the way that a torn off fingernail is interesting, I mean.

I’m invoking my parental right to pinch off his head the next time he gives me That Look, by the way – it’s a little known coducil, doncha know.

I love him, but could he quit being moody for a second? I’m tired of sending him to his room every five minutes.

This too shall pass. This too, shall pass.

I’ve got the 12 year old blues….doo doo wah

January 31, 2007

Having a 12 year old around the house is an interesting experience.

Interesting in the way that a torn off fingernail is interesting, I mean.

I’m invoking my parental right to pinch off his head the next time he gives me That Look, by the way – it’s a little known coducil, doncha know.

I love him, but could he quit being moody for a second? I’m tired of sending him to his room every five minutes.

This too shall pass. This too, shall pass.

Madcrazy stats

January 30, 2007

LH for January is hovering around the 10 million mark (these are publicly available stats, so I’m not violating anything here). To say that I’m a wee bit excited about participating in this in some way is an understatement.

I vote for a mandatory blogosphere naptime

January 30, 2007

You know, getting mad at people for perceived insults is really easy. Not to mention gratifying! I mean, how AWESOME is it to get upset about something and blow off some steam? Feels good!

However, then there’s the backlash. People’s feelings get hurt. You feel kinda stupid (I know, because I’ve done this). And you would do anything to have thought about it just a leeetle bit more before you did the Grand Rant.

I think one thing I’ve learned throughout my blogging career (such as it is) is that you’ve got to really think how your words will affect other people before you say them. Because as fast as the Web is, it’s still not as fast as face to face communication. If I offend my husband, I can ask his forgiveness within seconds (well, let’s get real. He needs to EARN that forgiveness, baby!). However, once you write something out there, you can’t really get it back, and it comes back to haunt you again and again. Oh, and once more. Again.

I love that we can communicate with each other on the Web; it’s a wonderful medium for ideas, content, and accessibility. But sometimes, we get so obssesed with maxing all of those things out that we forget the primary factor in this equation: people. It’s not just data and page views and “transparency” and gadgets that makes the world go ’round, after all.

A Gmail haiku

January 29, 2007

Gmail, you are down.
This happens too much, Goog.
Fix ASAP.

Writing a book kind of sucks, sometimes.

January 25, 2007

I’ve got three chapters due tomorrow, and while they are 89% done, there’s that nagging 11% that’s not that is killing me.

Plus, I’m listening to some classical music station on iTunes and for some reason it keeps cutting out every 20 seconds or so, no matter which station I turn it to. So it’s work…..what’s going on with the music oh, ok, work…..what the HELL is going on with the music oh ok it’s back….work…let’s check Bloglines.

See? Not good.

However, I am kicking all sorts of bookery ass right now, although it’s difficult, to say the least, to smoosh all of the Google stuff into one measly chapter. I mean, COME ON. That chapter was a bit David Copperfield.

Hmmm..what else can I write about to distract me from the 11% that needs to be done?

Oh! Husband stayed home from work today and took me out to lunch, very nice. Only about 60 more days (crossing fingers and toes here) until he’s home, working from home, with me. All day! We’re one of those weird married couples that actually enjoy being around each other, so I can’t wait.

All right. Enough procrastinating…back to work.

A crunchy haiku

January 25, 2007

Affronted Mike A.
Seems to always be fighting
Think he needs a nap.

What happens at 5:30 in the morning?

January 24, 2007

Here’s what happened in MY house:

Henry and Emma both got up and decided it was a good time to A) Crank up the Veggie Tales music B) play a madcrazy game of Wormy (Wormy is Henry’s imaginary friend).

Daddy takes a shower in preparation to go to work. Mommy ogles Daddy in a very inappropriate manner.

Cat dry heaves all over the damn house. No puke (yet) that I can find, but I’m sure it’s there. Somewhere.

I got a TON of work done from 5:30 to 6:30. It’s freaking amazing what you can do when you suck down the first of many mugs of coffee – I felt like SuperSpasmodic Girl or something.