Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Overheard from dad on the phone because I'm nosy.

"A martini glass?... A martini glass to put mashed potatoes in?... but what will I put my martini in?... [skipping part here]...Oh, wine. Ok. And a martini glass to put mashed potatoes in."

I'm sick so I didn't go to school, instead I went to dad's trailer but now we're in town. My throat is sore and my nose is stuffy and I feel like God or something sucked all the energy out of me with a giant straw and like I'm thinking through treacle.

It hurts to laugh but I did anyway.

Monday, February 26, 2007

the consequences of being a budding cantante

Probably from singing too much, I now have a sore, rubbed-raw throat.
Three guesses why.
After all, I've been talking since the age of five months.

I'm just going to get this out of my system

I was with my mom at the Hotel C. Flashback was doing the first night of their live recording, and at about 11:40 it all became too much: the sugar, and the loudness, and the sugar, and the bright flashing lights, and waking up at 7, and being teased because on a pop quiz two years ago a boy bested me... and I... started crying whenever there was a drumbeat. Or anyone said something. Or anything at all came out of the speakers.
In other words, pretty much continuously. Damn eardrums and school curriculum and threat/encouragement to get to school 25% earlier than everyone if you're in the honor guard... I'm really not like that usually, but by the time the week is over I'm pretty much at the breaking point. (four day weeks should be the standard. FIVE to SIX WEEK DAYS ARE NOT HUMANE)
I probably would've been able to shut up long enough to get out of the hotel, but my mom thinks that the only way to get me to be quiet while crying is to yell at me so I'll shut up out of being startled (or at least, she probably thinks out of being startled.)... whatever happened to asking nicely?
Sorry for griping at you... it's been weighing on me all weekend.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

What always happens when you drop the knife?

Found in the Baja Western Onion:

EL MIRADOR BECOMES LA PATRIA SUR - Hello everyone!! This is Kathy Gordon Aviles of the magazine El Mirador and I would like to let everyone know that I have returned to Todos Santos. I have changed the name of the magazine to “La Patria Sur” and my first print edition will hit the streets on the first of April. I can be reached on my cell phone at 612-119-3903 (locally that would be 044-612-119-3903).

It is such a wonderful feeling being back in the country that I love and with the people that I adore. Also please remember that we have the free online Gringo Telephone Directory at www.elmirador.tv and getting listed is really easy once you go to the site. -Kathy

It's like what always happens in the horror movies, when they drop the knife the monster comes BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She changed the name so it would be momentarily unrecognizable as the dog paper of ts. Okay someone kill me. SHE'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

the possibly mutual Crush

[Update: "ski"?]
I just received the news that The Crush (#1) likes me from a kind of untrustworthy source (a couple sibling classmates who are chatting with me) but what the hell. I like warm fuzzy feelings and I have one. So there.

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si THE CRUSH medijo que tequeria [me]

z says:
ami tambien [me]

me says:

me says:
te dijo eso??????????????

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z says:

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me says:

z says:

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me says:
de verdad?

z says:

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me says:
"x sabe quien me gusta entonces ella dijo a todos" "pues eso es lo que hacen los amigos" -yo y mi papa

Friday, February 16, 2007

Recent obnoxious message

"Hi, I'm looking for a place to stay, it's friday - " Oh, I hadn't noticed!! " - I have a phone - " Um, duh. You're calling. " - and the number is... wait let me find my number" - half a minute or so of LOUD static - "Okay I left my number in the car so I'll just have to... call you back."

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Pre-Valentine's Day Add



Flowers. Unfortunately, have been sat on, and stepped on several times. Otherwise quite nice red roses, a good prop if planning a breakup, if drama person.

Beigeish knight in slightly tarnished armor. Get it before Valentine's Day for people on a budget! Special refund rate if you wait until the 15th, though. Simply bring proof-of-purchased: squashed bouquet.

Opinions needed. CSS knowledge also.

So I got most of SOMETIMES LIFE INTERRUPTS's template up, using a bizarre combination of:

  • A little of Blogger's (in need of improvement...especially on the subject of color codes and seeing what color you have and inserting your own) WYSIWYG template editor (not. much. at all. It should've stayed in Beta longer. It really needs help.)

  • Some very minor copying (just on little things, like the basic CSS, so no one get mad at me please, look at my soon-to-be primary and perhaps only blog and then look at the wonderful It's Raining Noodles! and tell me if you can tell that every now and then there is a patch in my design that was modified form her template) from the source of raining noodles for css tags that I, with my absolutely and completely almost utterly lacking knowledge of that language, had no idea how to do.

  • A haphazard combination of rule-of-thumb rgb and hex color codes, editing the basic blogger tags, and writing and/or seriously modifying additional ones (see above)

  • And a little - or a whole damn lot - of luck.

Don't get me wrong, at first it was qualifying parts of the blogger template as text to just display in a great big weird block above all content. That was annoying. And then the colors decided they didn't feel like being what they should, and all in all if you go there you'll see the end product of probably half an hour to an hour of work and some aching eyes on my part. Okay I just tuned the brightness on my monitor down. That helped a lot, but if I'm going to be photoshopping I might have to turn it up again. Bother...
Your persistent (because I don't know if anyone cares) update on the new firefox: It doesn't accept Okay as a word unless you format it too, nor does it accept photoshopping, an essential part of my vocabulary, and it would be nice if instead of trying to take HTML and CSS tags as words it would give you a hand with them. I dream of 3.0.
Also, roaring wind outside, and the power was going on-off-on-off-on... for a while. Since I have a laptop that wasn't much of a problem, I just played Solitaire until the Internet connection came back, but a friend of mine who I was IMing and who was working on a desktop regularly went offline for a while every couple minutes. Dinner thing with four people and steaks of tuna fish tonight, and I have a stuffed animal cat (fake everything of course. WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR??????) stuck in my sweater so if I have to hug something, there 'Tolomeo* is.

*The way Ptolemy is pronounced in Spanish. You don't pronounce the P. Correspondingly, if speakying English he is 'Tolemy.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

I've just about given up.


Pause the chewing, I might have something!

what about this?

Well? TELL ME DARNIT!! I WANT THIS TO WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Italic didn't work. Chew chew chew!!


It worked kind of. This is the second test!

this is the second test this is it's second chance to avoid a head-chewing a scolding WILL IT WORK????

Does this work?

I just edited my template with much trepidation. Does this work? If it doesn't I'll chew on blogger's head I don't know what I'll do . Sulk, I guess. This had better work. You do not want me to Sulk.

america in the eyes of some diggers 1

  • + 34 diggs
    When you grow up you just might realize that not everything is a partisan political move. Sometimes things are wrong, regardless on who does them. From an outside perspective, there is no difference between your republicans and your Democrats - they are both the same, tugging at certain issues to illicit an emotional response because as long as you are thinking emotionally you will be likely to fall for the blame game.

    Republicans = Democrats.

    The only losers are the American people and you all are too busy sling monkey poop at each to even bother noticing that both sides are playing the same game.

  • + 9 diggs

    Shhh. Be careful. You're spewing "Common Sense" and injecting reality into a partisan debate. Both Repubocrats and Demlicans object to that kind of behavior, and it goes over very poorly in most discussion forums, particularly Digg.

    (For those who missed the gag, I just switched the first two syllables on the words "Republican" and "Democrat" to illustrate the fact that there really isn't that big a difference between them. There are no other attempts at punnery inherent in the switch, nor am I trying to make either name sound like a different word.)

  • + 3 diggs

    *looks around in shame* I'm sorry. was I interfering in something nonsensical again? Cute word play too. It is probably going to get worse before it gets better with the average Americans understanding of this stuff. But I guess that is the easiest way to control a population. Give them only a narrow field of the available options, then divide that narrow field into two halfs, then have the two sides play off one another giving both the illusion of chioce yet having complete control.
  • They

    Me, in my glasses, just a couple minutes ago. Dad is far more efficient than I am.

    Who's afeared of the big bad wolf?

    So we are NOT going to the escolta exposition and contest thing because the tightwads running it won't provide transportation.

    And as of yesterday afternoon I have had glasses! They came with a cool black case with the inside being red and fuzzy which leaves little bits of fuzz on them and shuts magnetically and says ESPRIT on it. And I think I might have been myopic for a while since I don't remember ever seeing the world this sharply!

    Where are YOU coming from?

    The meek are too meek to inherit

    It's Raining Cats and Frogs
    And the geek shall inherit the earth.
    The GEEK, I said!
    Are you hard of hearing or something? The GEEK!

    I am a geek.